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Nuptiae Sub Rosa, Chapter 13
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“Back again so soon?” asks the woman at the front desk of the hotel with feigned enthusiasm.
“We weren’t able to fly out due to the weather. Any chance you still have rooms available?” Scully asks hopefully.
“Like I said when that cow fell on your boyfriend’s room, we’re all full because of the reunion. The room you checked out of earlier is still open, though. Haven’t even cleaned it yet.”
“He’s not...fine. We’ll take it.”
They get settled back in the room, the wet towels from their showers that morning still piled on the floor of the bathroom. Scully sighs heavily, digging through her bag in search of pajamas.
“Not all is lost, Scully,” Mulder says with a cheerful tone, pulling a tall amber bottle out of his bag, “I pilfered this from the reunion.”
“Mystery tequila? Are you really gonna drink that?” she asks dubiously, locating cotton shorts and a T shirt.
“Yes we are,” he answers, setting the bottle on the dresser while he loosens his tie. “It’s alcohol, Scully. It’s self-sanitizing.”
“Is that how that works?” she retorts, keeping her eyes on his face as he shucks off his dress shirt and pulls his undershirt over his head.
He looks at her for a moment, as though considering something, and then starts unbuttoning his slacks. She makes a face at his brazenness and walks past him into the bathroom to change.
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“Did you ever go to your reunion? The ten year, I guess?” Mulder asks from his spot slouched down in the armchair, head resting on its back while his feet are propped on the bed.
Scully is lying across the middle of the mattress, facing him with her head propped up on her hand.
“No, I don’t think I was tracked down with an invitation, not that I’d have gone if I’d gotten one,” she replies with a thick tongue.
He lifts his head to look at her all stretched out and bare legged, cheeks pink from the tequila and her makeup mostly worn away. She looks beautiful like this, casual and unrefined. This is how he likes his Scully best.
“What were you like in high school, Scully?” he asks, hoping desperately that she’ll play along.
She lifts her eyebrows. “What do you think?” she asks flatly, and he knows what she’s getting at.
“Once a nerd, always a nerd?” he guesses, and she nods with a shrug. “Did you date?”
She screws up her mouth before answering. “...no,” she finally says, but he can tell she’s withholding something.
“What does that mean?” he asks with a grin, and she can’t contain the smile that stretches across her mouth, lubricated by alcohol.
“I mean...define date,” she says, avoiding eye contact.
“Ahhh,” he says knowingly, “I’m pickin’ up what you’re puttin’ down. What they say about Catholic girls is true then?”
He barely gets the sentence out before a pillow comes flying at his head. He catches it mid-air, then stands and flops onto the bed next to her on his back, stuffing the pillow under his head.
“What were you like in high school, Mulder?” she asks, her eyes dancing over his profile.
He turns his head to look at her. “Well, being a nerd was kind of cool in my neck of the woods, so that wasn’t an issue. I didn’t have a lot of friends, but I did “date” quite a bit,” he says, using air quotes for emphasis. “Apparently having a tragic story about your kid sister being abducted is attractive to seventeen year old girls.”
“I think that may extend beyond seventeen year old girls,” she retorts, and he makes an exaggerated face of shock.
“What are you saying, Agent Scully? You find my trauma attractive?”
“Not your trauma, no,” she answers, keeping her tone light and playful.
He rolls onto his side to face her, the pillow wedged under his armpit as a prop.
“So, tell me more about the scandals of high school Dana Scully,” he requests eagerly.
“Mulder, no,” she replies with a somber shake of her head, but a smirk on her lips.
“Come on,” he goads, poking his index finger into her hip, “I won’t judge you if you slept with half the football team.”
“Okay, I did NOT sleep with anyone on the football team, to be clear, but I will need another drink before I can tolerate this line of questioning,” she says, sitting up and retrieving the bottle of tequila.
She returns to sit cross-legged beside him, her knees almost touching his belly. They take alternating swigs off the bottle, grimacing as they pass it back and forth.
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“IN the science lab? Like out in the open in the classroom?” he asks incredulously, and she waves her hands dismissively in front of her.
“No, no. It wasn’t as exposed as it sounds. For one, the lights were off, and for three, we were behind one of the...the counter things. No one would have seen anything if they hadn’t come into the room.”
“But they did,” he encourages her to continue.
“They did, and they turned the lights on but I was too...focused on the task at hand, and I didn’t realize it right away. And this guy, Andrew, he was tapping on the top of my head.” She reaches over and taps her fingers rapidly on the top of Mulder’s skull, “and I just thought he was...you know, touching my head, so I kept swatting his hand away.” She starts giggling, covering her face with one hand as she continues. “And he’s saying ‘Dana, Dana, stop,’ and...” She’s laughing so hard that she can’t catch her breath, and he watches her with a huge grin on his face as she wipes tears from the corners of her eyes. “And I lifted my head and said...” She falls to her side on the bed, wheezing with laughter. “I said… ‘do you want a blow job or not, Andrew?’ And I look up and my science teacher is standing there…” she covers her face with both her hands, her entire body shaking as she’s overcome with hysterical laughter. “And she’s a nun, of course,” she eeks out.
She can’t talk anymore, and just lets it overtake her as he watches on with delight, never having seen her like this before. It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life. She clutches her sides and laughs so hard she stops making noise, silently shuddering. Eventually, she calms down enough to draw in a deep breath. She is now on her back next to him, while he’s still on his side.
“Did you get in trouble?” he asks.
She speaks with her eyes on the ceiling, a far away smile on her mouth.
“Nope,” she answers, “I begged Sister Mary Xavier not to tell my father, and she agreed after I said I’d sign up to tutor some freshmen and spend about ten hours in the confessional.”
“That’s quite the story, Scully. I wouldn’t have guessed that you were so… adventurous,” he says cautiously, not wanting to offend her.
“Well, there’s something to be said for being young and stupid,” she counters. “And while Sister Mary Xavier kept her mouth shut, Andrew most certainly did not. Having a reputation wasn’t something I enjoyed, so I made different choices after that experience.”
He nods knowingly. “Having a reputation is certainly something I can empathize with.”
“Yes, I know,” she replies with a playful tone, “I’ve heard about it in the ladies room.” She’s still looking at the ceiling.
He waits for her to elaborate, and when she doesn’t say anything he brushes his hand over her forearm. She turns her head to look at him with expectant eyebrows.
“What have you heard, exactly?” he questions, knowing full well that a few stories got around in the early nineties, but not realizing Scully had heard any of them.
“Oh, just that you’ve slept with every AD’s secretary and half the new recruits,” she says plainly.
“That’s not even remotely true,” he defends.
“Never said it was. I don’t hear that as much these days, that was mostly early in our partnership. Now I just overhear rumors about us when they don’t realize I’m in the bathroom. And every now and then the more brazen agents will flat out ask me if you’re any good in bed.”
Her tone is measured, factual. Meanwhile, he feels his cock stir a little at the mention of them having sex.
“Was that before or after you were qualified to answer the question?” he asks carefully, unsure if she’ll bristle at the acknowledgement of their sexual relationship, which they never discuss.
She runs her tongue over her bottom lip and blinks once.
“Both,” she finally answers.
“And what did you say?” His heart is thrumming steadily, his head buzzing with tequila. He’s never wanted her to answer one of his unnecessary questions more in his life.
She furrows her eyebrows and gives him a doubtful look.
“I didn’t dignify the question with a response,” she says as if it’s the obvious answer. “Usually I just ignore them and leave.”
He decides to just go for it. They're both tipsy, so he can blame his blatant boundary crossing on the booze.
“What would you say if you did answer the question?”
A slow smile blooms on her mouth, finishing in a wide, toothy grin, her glassy eyes nearly closing.
“Are you asking me if you’re good in bed, Mulder?” Far from offended, she seems to be absolutely delighted by the question.
He feels his cheeks warm, insecurity softening his formerly growing erection. He can’t bring himself to answer, so he rolls onto his back, clasping his hands over his stomach.
“I would think the answer to that is fairly obvious,” she says beside him, and he turns his head so he can see her face. She’s not mocking him.
“How’s that?”
“Well...I certainly didn’t fake it,” she says, and now she’s just a little bit self-conscious as well. At least they’re on level ground.
He smiles at her and she returns it. “Glad to hear it.”
“I’m sorry I can’t make any positive contributions to your reputation, but I have my own to watch out for,” she offers, and he nods in acceptance.
She rolls to her side so that the front of her torso is tucked against the side of his. The contact sends a little jolt down his body and he’s suddenly very aware that he won’t be able to hide if he gets hard. He’s not entirely sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. She rests her palm on his chest, propping herself up with her elbow.
“So the secretaries...how much truth is there to that?” she asks, now that they’ve crossed the boundary anyway.
“Not much. When I was a new recruit I didn’t have the greatest professional boundaries, but nothing like that has happened since at least...ninety one, Maybe? Long time ago. I have no idea how the rumor has survived this long.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s just a bit of wishful thinking,” she says with a smirk.
He understands what she’s saying, but he can’t resist trying to get her to say it more explicitly.
“What do you mean?” he asks with feigned ignorance.
“I mean,” she answers, sliding her hand down from his chest to his stomach, stopping when her hand meets with his own, which are still resting on his belly. “That they want to believe the rumors are true, because that might mean they have a chance.”
“A chance at what?”
She looks at him, and the expression on her face is familiar in a way that sends blood rushing to his cock. She leans down and presses her mouth to his, sliding her tongue against his bottom lip. Without breaking the kiss, she lifts away enough to speak.
“You’re a very handsome man, Mulder.”
He brings one hand to the back of her head, deepening the kiss and lapping at her tongue. She leans hard into him, draping her leg over his, and suddenly her hand on his belly is grabbing at his hardening dick over his sweatpants. He hums loudly, arching his pelvis towards her. She hitches her leg over his hip and slides up so that she’s straddling him, continuing their kisses while she grinds against his lap. They kiss sloppily and rub against each other like horny teenagers for a while, and then she starts shimmying lower and lower, until finally she’s too far from his face for their lips to connect. He opens his eyes and looks at her, confusion furrowing his brow.
When she hooks her fingers under the waistband of his sweats and starts tugging, he gulps. She moves quickly, either because she’s eager or she’s afraid she’ll change her mind, he doesn’t know. But then she glances up at him briefly and wraps her lips around the head of his cock, and his eyes close as his head drops back onto the bed. He feels like he’s on another planet, the warm slip of her mouth up and down his shaft better than any blow job he can ever remember getting. Is it because she’s better at it, or just because it’s her? He doesn’t know and he doesn’t care. When her small hand cups his balls and squeezes, he’s suddenly so close it’s nearly inevitable.
“Jesus, if you keep doing that I’m gonna come,” he warns her, and the hum that vibrates in her throat feels too good; he can’t hold back anymore.
He tries to pull away, or push her away, but she grips his hips and moves faster. He sits right on the edge for a long time, and it feels so fucking good he thinks he might pass out. Finally he’s coming, a low moan escaping his throat, and he chances a look down at her. She’s got her eyes on him, maybe has the whole time, and they hold eye contact as he spurts down her throat. When he’s spent, he drops his head back again, his chest heaving.
She crawls up to lay beside him on her stomach, looking at her hands as she picks at her fingernails. He’s afraid she might be embarrassed or regret having done it. He tugs his pants back over his hips and rolls to his side to face her. Putting one hand on the hip that is further from him, he pulls her onto her side so that her back is pressed against his chest.
“Just so you know,” he says as he slides his hand down her belly and slips it under the waistband of her shorts, “if anyone asks me in the men’s room if you’re any good at giving head, I might not be able to resist responding in the affirmative.”
She laughs softly and moves her leg aside, allowing him access to touch her. His eyes go big when he feels how wet she is, practically dripping.
“This is from...doing that? To me?” he asks, cursing refractory periods for existing and preventing him from getting hard again.
She sighs as he slides his finger over her slick lips, looping around her clit but not touching it.
“You know what they say,” she answers breathily, “‘Tis better to give than to receive.” Her breath hitches as he makes one pass over her swollen bud.
“Mmmhmm,” he agrees, bringing his lips to her neck and pushing his middle finger inside.
She arches into him, her ass pressing against his spent dick something he can’t resist pushing back against. He reaches deep, dragging his finger against her front wall and pressing the heel of his hand firmly against her clit. He watches with fascination as she slips her hand under her shirt and pinches at her nipples, only now realizing that they’ve left the lights on through all of this. Her breath is quickening, her little whimpers growing increasingly frantic until she suddenly freezes, mouth hanging open. She stays still for a moment, and then one long, soft moan escapes her lips and he feels her grip tight around his finger before she collapses in a series of throbs, each growing a bit weaker than the last. He continues to stroke her insides, only stopping when she touches his arm and says “enough.”
Withdrawing his hand from her shorts, he stands and flips the lights off, then returns to the bed where she’s scooted up to lay on the pillows. He resumes his position spooned up behind her, draping his arm over her waist and pulling her tightly against his chest. He places a soft kiss to her cheek and she sighs.
“Night, Scully,” he says in a near whisper, then closes his eyes.
He’s just about to drift off when she speaks.
“Sheila asked me if we’d ever kissed,” she says suddenly, and he works to orient himself to the statement.
“Oh? What did you say?” he asks.
“I said no.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I guess it just feels too...private. Like it’s just for us to know.”
He nods in the dark, because he understands. He wasn’t honest with Holman either, though he hadn’t given much consideration to why. He gives her a squeeze, and she threads her fingers through his where they rest on her belly.
“Good night, Mulder.”
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“Slow down there, speed racer,” he says as he jogs down the hall to catch up to her. “You’re supposed to be taking it easy.”
“I’m walking down a hall, Mulder, not running a marathon,” she retorts with just a bit of irritation. She knows he’s probably right.
They arrive in front of her apartment door and she digs around for her keys, wincing as she twists in just the wrong way and it pulls at her wound.
“I got it,” he says with a worried look, pulling out his own keys and fitting the one for her apartment into the lock.
She makes her way slowly inside, the familiar smell of her apartment after an extended absence greeting her. That kind of smell, the one that can almost make you feel like an intruder, is one she encounters so often it’s become just another flavor of home. She knows that the ten days she spent in the hospital are short for an abdominal gunshot wound, and tries to be grateful for her inexplicably speedy recovery instead of irritated over the souring takeout she’ll need to toss from the refrigerator.
“I changed your sheets, if you’d like to rest for a bit,” Mulder says as he carries her bag into the bedroom. “They aren’t exactly hospital corners but I did my best.”
She follows him into her room, watching as he opens the bag and removes her toiletry kit, returning it to the bathroom before he dumps her dirty clothes into the hamper. It feels oddly domestic, but pleasantly so.
“I’m not tired,” she says as she makes her way gingerly to the kitchen, bracing her hand against the counter while she pulls the refrigerator door open to lessen the engagement of her core muscles.
Expecting to see the leftover Indian food and wilting lettuce she knows she left there, she instead finds new groceries; yogurt, strawberries, bagels and cream cheese. The real stuff, not even the low fat version that she normally subjects herself to. She closes the fridge and looks over at Mulder, who’s carrying the laundry basket to the closet and starting a load of wash. She feels a little swell of affection at his fussing, something she’d normally find overbearing and infantilizing.
“You hungry?” he asks as he emerges from the hallway, and she shakes her head with a soft smile.
She walks to the couch and he makes it to her in three long strides, holding out his hands to help her sit, knowing that changing positions is still quite painful.
“Do you want to lie down?”
“Nah, too hard to get back up,” she says good naturedly, and he sits down carefully beside her, moving his arm to the back of the couch when she leans into him.
She rests her hand palm-up on his thigh, and he threads his fingers through hers. They sit in comfortable silence for a bit, lazily stroking thumbs over thumbs, brushing pinkies along index fingers. The casual contact is a comfort that’s become routine as of late.
“I never got a chance to ask you how it was having a different partner,” he says as he runs the pad of his index finger over the tip of each of her fingernails one by one.
She smiles to herself, knowing he can’t see her face. He’s seeking reassurance, and she’s more than willing to give it.
“It was strange, and frustrating most of the time. It was clear that he didn’t trust me, and I certainly didn’t trust him. I suppose it just reinforced for me how much I trust you, and I probably take that for granted too often.”
She doesn’t need to see his face, because she can feel his smile radiate through his whole body.
“Right back atcha, sister,” he says, draping his arm over her shoulder to give her a little squeeze. “You didn’t teach him our secret handshake, did you?” he adds with feigned concern.
“Of course not,” she insists, “it’s far too complex for such a feeble mind.”
They are quiet for a moment, and she lets herself relax into the warm comfort of his shoulder under her cheek.
“Trust aside,” she begins again, “I think I’d prefer a partner who doesn’t shoot me, should I be forced to work with anyone else again in the future. I’ll have to put that request in to Kersh.”
“I don’t know,” he replies, turning his head to press his nose into her hair, “sometimes partners who shoot you are the best partners in the world.”
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Your prompt list is soo cool! I’d love to see 30 with Obi-Wan and whoever else you want!
Ahhh thank you for the prompt my friend!! I've never written Padmé before, so I decided to experiment with that. I hope you like it!
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“I’m so sorry,” Obi-Wan murmured.
Anakin probably couldn’t hear his quiet apologies. He was still unconscious from his surgery and likely would be for some time. Still, Obi-Wan spoke to him on the off chance he could hear him. Anakin would need a comforting word or two.
Obi-Wan could hardly bear to look at the metal arm that was now positioned in place of Anakin’s flesh one. It had been a clean amputation — the one advantage of being wounded by a lightsaber of all weapons. Still, looking at the arm made Obi-Wan’s stomach turn sour with an unpleasant mixture of guilt and anger.
The door to the medical suite clicked open and closed and Obi-Wan was pulled from his quiet musings and murmurings.
“Senator Amidala,” Obi-Wan greeted, hiding his surprise behind a careful mask.
“Oh! Master Kenobi,” Senator Amidala said, not quite as good at hiding her surprise. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“Why not?” Obi-Wan asked. “We’re in the Jedi temple and my padawan has just suffered a terrible injury. Why would I not be here?”
The words came harsher than he wanted them to, but he could not help it. Obi-Wan felt all of the exhaustion, all of the fear, all of the anger he had yet to work through from the past few days start to claw at his chest and wedge itself into his words.
Kamino. His capture. Dooku. 212 Jedi dead because of him.
Anakin.
“He is my Padawan. My responsibility. I have every reason to be here.” He paused and pulled his gaze away from Anakin to look Padmé in the eyes. “In fact, why are you here?” he asked, ice coating the very cadence with which he spoke.
If his words shook her, she did not show it.
“I came to check in on Padawan Skywalker’s well-being. He has successfully protected me over the past few days. I only wish to see him alright.”
Padmé was steadfast and not easily cowed. Obi-Wan admired that about her.
Guilt started to dilute the mix of other negative emotions already swirling around within him. “Yes, of course,” he said, clearing his throat. He swore he could still feel the dust from the Geonosian arena lodged in his vocal cords. “Forgive me, Senator. It has been a difficult couple of days.”
“That it has,” Padmé agreed. “Are you doing okay? I know you didn’t walk away entirely unharmed either.”
Obi-Wan looked away to hide his grimace. “I’m all right,” he said softly, ignoring the pulsating ache in his arm and his thigh.
“May I sit with you?”
Obi-Wan wanted to say no. He wanted her to go away. All he wanted right now was to be alone with his Padawan and his thoughts.
“Of course,” he said.
Padmé sat beside him. Awkwardness hung in the air around them.
“I am glad to see you alright,” Padmé said. “When we got your message, we weren’t sure you were still alive.”
Obi-Wan swallowed thickly. “I’ve been through worse.” Even as he said it, he struggled to think of something worse than getting into a knock-down-drag-out with a Mandalorian, getting captured by his grandmaster, getting chained to a pole, presumably to be torn to shreds by all manner of beasts, and then watching his grandmaster maim his padawan all in the span of a few days.
Oh and the 212 Jedi. The ones that died to save him.
He struggled to come up with something much worse than that.
“Yes, well, I’m still glad you’re all right.”
“I’m glad you’re all right too,” Obi-Wan said. “You were very quick on your feet in that arena. It was impressive.”
“It was not meant to impress. It was meant to escape.”
“Forgive me. I didn’t mean to imply—”
“No, I’m sorry. It seems both of us have frayed nerves at the moment.”
“So it seems,” Obi-Wan nodded.
“Do you think he’ll be okay?” Padmé asked, inclining her head to Anakin.
“If I know my Padawan, this will be an adjustment for him,” Obi-Wan said. “He’ll get through it, but it is going to be a long road for him.”
“I fear he will not have that much time to adjust.”
“Yes,” Obi-Wan said. “Quite right.”
Obi-Wan didn’t notice his knee was bouncing up and down until Padmé put a steadying hand on it. He looked down at her delicate fingers and then back up at her. “I’m sorry, I—”
“You can talk to me, Obi-Wan,” she said softly. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Obi-Wan hesitated before letting the flood gates open.
“It’s just… Our people, our galaxy is at war and I’m… I’m scared,” Obi-Wan admitted. He didn’t know why he was admitting that to a senator of all people, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. “As Jedi, we do not fear death, because there is always the Force. We do not fear loss, because there is no attachment. But...”
“Then what is it you are scared of, Master Kenobi?”
“I fear we will lose ourselves,” Obi-Wan said. “We are not warriors, Padmé. We are not meant to fight battles on the behalf of governments. We are meant to bring peace and order to the galaxy. We are not meant to sow ruin. It is not our way.”
“You haven’t exactly been given much of a choice,” Padmé said. “People all over the galaxy need the help of the Jedi to protect them from the atrocities of the Separatists.”
“I know,” Obi-Wan said. “I know this and I will give everything to the fight if I have to. It’s just...”
“It’s okay to be scared, Master Kenobi,” Padmé said.
“There is no emotion,” Obi-Wan said quietly. “There is only the Force.”
“That must be comforting,” Padmé said. She was not being sarcastic. She meant what she said, and Obi-Wan felt himself warming to her.
“It is,” he said. “But even the most familiar of comforts can feel hollow in the face of war.”
“When I was a girl, I loved holofilms with happy endings.”
Obi-Wan looked at her in confusion at the quick change of subject, but her eyes stayed on Anakin. “How come?” he decided to ask.
“I liked the idea that even if the characters had a rough beginning, they would claw and fight their way through the middle. I liked the idea that, even if they struggled all the way through, they would be rewarded.”
“It is a pleasant notion,” Obi-Wan agreed, still not quite catching the senator’s meaning.
“There was always something nice about watching the hero go off into the sunset. The lovers living happily ever after. The children getting to grow up,” she continued.
“Why are you telling me this, Senator?” Obi-Wan asked.
“Because,” she said, turning her eyes to Obi-Wan. “What if there is no happy ending for us?”
It was a heavy question to ask and Obi-Wan struggled to find a response.
“I’m scared too, Master Kenobi,” Padmé said in his silence. “I’m scared this war will mean that none of us will get out unscathed.”
And in that moment Obi-Wan did not see the queen-turned-senator of Naboo. He saw a young woman struggling to come to terms with the new realities that came with war. He saw a young woman worrying about someone she cared about, just as he was.
He saw a friend.
It was not hard for Obi-Wan to slip into his role as a mentor, a teacher, a guide. If Senator Amidala could be there for him, he could be there for her. He cleared his throat.
“As Jedi, we are taught to stay focused on what is around us, not what is ahead of us.”
“It’s difficult,” Padmé said.
“I know. But if we dwell too much on what may be, we’ll never focus on what is.”
“Do all Jedi talk like you?”
“Most of us,” Obi-Wan laughed. “Though Anakin seems to have his own approach.”
“He certainly does.”
If there was a deeper meaning to her words, Obi-Wan chose to ignore it.
This time, when silence fell over them, it was comfortable.
“I should let you tend to your Padawan,” Padmé said after some time, she stood up and shifted her eyes away from Anakin and back to Obi-Wan. “Do let me know how he is when he wakes up. I wish to see him all right.”
“Of course, Senator,” Obi-Wan said.
Padmé took her leave and Obi-Wan was left alone with Anakin and his thoughts.
He took a moment to ponder what it would mean to have a happy ending before chasing the thought away.
Somehow he knew he wasn’t going to get one.
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I Want to Watch You Grow
Brian Kelly x Trans Masc Reader
Read it here on AO3 if you would like!
- This is a Brian Kelly x Trans Man reader fan fic. This conronicles your long term relationship with Brian and your development with yourself. Your body, and transition as a transman.
- I hope everyone enjoys this. Finds space within themselves and their relationship with the world. It’s okay to be trans, being trans is beautiful. it’s a difficult, glorious journey that is far more of a beginning then an end. Living happy life, being proud of yourself and your body.
- The fic is long, about 12 pages. So please, soak it in, and I wish you the happiest day!
The two of you had been dating for some time. You had met at a small high school party. A good group of friends coming together around a Summer bonfire, slipping your feet out from the well worn sandals and wiggling them infront of a fire. The soles of your feet toasted, turning them around to be goldened on both sides. You held a long metal skewer with two plump marshmallows on the end, rotating it around as you warmed it to a golden ball of glory.
It was sweet, being able to spend time with old friends and make some new. Your friend Ronnie had invited the skater kids from school to join you. He had bonded with them over their mutual love for rock and rap music. It made sense, they both loved Public Enemy. Blasting ‘We Got the Power’ out of their car radios whenever they had a chance.
You enjoyed it, they threw out some good rhymes and it was a battle cry for your youth. You generation. You couldn’t help but bob your head to the music and belt along.
It was towards the end of the night when you two met. Brian had showed up late, hair slicked with a heavy line of sweat. A shirt quickly shoved into his pants, trying to clean up for his group of friends after a long day of skating.
He had skipped out of work that day- well, really, the restaurant was slow so there wasn’t much need for two busboys. He had spent the rest of his afternoon and late into the stary night, skating at the skatepark. The street lights clicked on and it had made it hard for him to see the clear edges of the ramps. It was time to turn in and get a bite to eat. Putting aside the new trick he caught from someone else. Trying to nail it.
If he knew it could be done, then he could. He just needed enough time and perseverance to figure it out.
With skating, the possibilities were endless. It was his place to let go of life’s worries and focus on something where had complete control. The complete right to be, what and who he is, with no to tell him otherwise. Skating was like a lifeblood for him, his way of life.
His boundless universe.
He came jogging in, skateboard in hand as he approached the group huddled around the warm fire.
The trees swayed, creaking under the age and weight of their own majesty with a long gust of wind. It was dark, the hum of Summer turning to a deep pitch of haze. Black rolling in, only to be illuminated by the glaze of starfull and a half crescent moon. The forest was thick, lulled by the hum of heated crickets and hushed by the cool breeze of night. Smoke pooling from the warm fire, whisping and licking up the sky with powerful might. Your toes curled, seeking a gentle relief from its delightful burning flame.
They were roasted and baked. You tucked them into the ground, shifting your heals to push back the brush and find a damp, cool, interior.
Brian waved, throwing an arm up to welcome everyone. A boy buzzed in the background, rolling a hit out of a cheaply made bong. Coughing as he blew out his lungs. Stoned till’ the cows come home.
“Hey guys! Sorry I’m late, it uh, took me a while to find you guys,” He smiled, strolling on into the circle and making his way over to Yabbo. Giving him a high five and saying hello to Buddy.
You popped your marshmallow onto a graham cracker and some chocolate. You munched on your treat, washing it down with a sip of beer.
You watched Brian that night, catching his eyes as he chatted with Buddy over some trick he had been captivated by. Transfixed on trying to nail, to, gleam the cube.
He noticed, his shit stain smirk would appear even in mid sentence. Hands flailing out, gesturing and expressing his exasperation on some wild tangent he was on about skating. About life. About love. It was amusing to watch him, loud and audacious as he was. He could even make Buddy loud, who was normally a quiet and reserved guy. Get him chuckling about some silly joke he made, and pairing it with an audacious face. Hands whipped out, a cross between a dragon and a gorilla.
You had finished off your second beer, musing with a friend about the stars as you gazed. Heads turned up, pondering the wide expanse of space. Its’ glorious bounds, its beauty, its’ wonder.
It put things in perspective for you. Not in a scary way, but in a comforting one. That sometimes, our emotions can feel massive. And they can be! But they also fall away, soothe and ease, as we realize, this shall pass. As all things. Even life. And so, what we must work towards is enjoying it. Like moments like these- feet kicked up on a stump, back eased into a lawn chair with a good beer in hand, spending time with friends. The summer breeze cooling your warm skin, still tanned and glowing from a long day spent outside. Walking, running, and spending time with those that mattered to you. You can’t steal back time, but instead, enjoy it.
Brian tapped Buddy’s shoulder, gesturing for him to shift over as he stood up. Slicking to the outside of the circle, making his way over.
He stopped at the bag of mellows, nabbing two and popping one in his mouth. Munching on its sugary goodness as he finished the trip. Sliding down and popping on the ground, criss-cross-apple-sauce style.
You picked your chin up from the stars, turning your head towards him, “Hey.”
“Hey,” He smiled tiredly, softly. It had grown late and the group had died down, calming and chatting amongst themselves. “So, I uh, don’t think I caught your name,” He mused, chuckling with an anxious delight. He had caught your fancy and talking to attractive people always made his insides flutter.
“It’s Y/N, what’s yours?” You smiled, letting out a tiny yawn, hand hovering over your mouth.
And on command, it was his turn. “Briannn.” He said, pushing through his wide open mouth, eyes turning to closed slits. Watering.
“Jesus, I’m beat,” He muttered, whipping his eyes.
“You too?” You couldn’t stop, the two of you speaking through widely stretched mouths, yawning and releasing the tired souls of your body out into the air. Like ghosts being exercised.
“Yeah!” He squeaked, putting his hand over his mouth. This time his mouth reaching out farther. As if a shark could unhinge its massive jaw.
Slowly, both of yours bodies cooled down. Chatted about the quiet, peaceful sounds of the forest. How the night made your feel alive, at ease within your own body. It was easy talking with such a nice man, cracking soft jokes and poking fun at the world. The politicians, the fat cats, and parents. Some stupid shit a drunk girl did at school, how the one guy on the football team fucked the head swimmer and stirred drama in the theatre group. He had been dating Jared, but it all fell for shit when he saw Sam in those swim trunks.
You both agreed, he looked mighty fine in the spandex speedo. And Tom did too, especially when he found out how kind he was.
“So who do you think is the biggest class clown? Don or Vinny?” You mused, shifting your weight in your seat. Turning towards him.
“Ahhh, I’m not so sure. Vinny is my man, but I really like Tabitha-”
“That bitch?” You shot, clicking your tongue. “She fucking stole $20 out of my backpack, fuck her!”
His eyebrows knitted, looking disappointed. “Yeahhh, she ain’t very nice. I disagree with you there,” He looked at the blaze, shaking his head. “But it’s not a ‘frienship’ competition. I give her props pouring that bottle of stinky slick on that jerk in Ceramics. That one that makes all those gross racist comments in school.” Fuck him for his piece of shit mind. There was no reason to be like that.
“-Ugh!” Your eyes rolled, shaking your head, “I know, I fucking hate him. He’s a piece of shit,” Internally you groaned, thinking of his disgusting face.
“For that, I respect her. The fool won’t change his mind and he needs to learn that he can’t do shit like that. It’s not like he’ll listen, I’ve tried,” He popped a mellow into his mouth, chewing. “She got 3 days of suspension for that. It was pretty ballsy,” Shitting on racist was both funny and satisfying.
“What-? Why did she get that-?”
He shrugged, looking amazed, “I don’t know. It’s fucked up, that’s school for ya. It’s not right.”
You shook your head disgusted. If only they would understand, listen. “Ok, so, who has your favorite comedy?
“-Sam,” He smiled, poking a branch into the fire.
You watched him stir up the flame, picking at a log and turning it over.
“Same, he’s really nice. He’s quiet but he has a smart tongue on him,” Slowly the fire grew. Emboldened by the new life, “Tom’s really lucky.”
Brian shot you a look, teeth flashing in a grin, “Cuz Jared’s so hot?”
You shot up in your seat, pushing yourself closer to him- “Okay though, right?!” Brian burst out laughing, head thrown back as he boomed.
You waved your hands up into the air, desperately. “He has those pecs! Those thick arms! I just wanna be hugged by him!” He was a big tall teddy bear! A muscular one too! Who doesn’t love a big teddy bear?!
“I know, I know!” He slapped his knee, face red and warm, and it wasn’t from the booze. “He’s cute! He’s really cute!” He laughed, smiling through his big open mouth.
The two of you talked for the rest of the night, making another round of smores and sipping on the last of your cold beer. It was easy, talking to him. You found a kind of warm comfort and acceptance by such a free soul. By someone who really just wanted to be seen and heard, and loved for who he was.
*****
That night would bloom into many others. A few months you spent together, as friends, and the others, as lovers. You slowly got to know each other over time progressed. Eventually, love bloomed. Infatuation took to desire, day dreaming about the next time you’d see him. Hand propping your chin, staring off into a whiteboard filled with math equations as the teacher droned on. The last week of school was a buzzkill, bittersweet, and painfully long.
You wanted it to end. For it to be Summer, to be scott-free and without responsibilities. But that also brought changes and your second stage of life was on the horizon.
****
The time came and both of you decided to take a year off from college. Work and save up some money. Spend time together as much you can.
You planned on going away to school a few hours away. Brian hadn’t quite decided, but it looked to be the same.
Both of you would attend the same school and it would work out well. Eventually, you both got through the next four years with your brains intact for the better. He majored in music production with a minor in entrepreneurship. He wanted to do something in music, start his own band and maybe build his own label. You majored in _____ and loved it. And your relationship had lasted, strengthened. Finding a quiet peace and home in one another. A thing you quietly wished for in your heart and didn’t know you needed until you found it.
The freedom to be yourself with another. One who would love and accept you, regardless of the circumstances and the changes.
But it didn’t always make it easy. You had been having feelings about your body. Ones that you didn’t quite like and found increasingly frustrating to have. To not have the words, the names, to understand and express how you felt.
You already knew you weren’t straight. That had long been established to yourself and to Brian’s knowledge. He didn’t care- well, that wasn’t quite the right way to put it. He was supportive of your queerness and actually encouraged it. You both were fluid as a snake- bodies and gender thrown right out of the door. What mattered was the person, the attraction, and the two of you- had a lot of that for one another.
He also wasn’t one to put up many questions about the way you dressed. Switching out fem for? Masculine? He was game. He liked your style, even sowed on some patches on your jacket when he asked. Though as time wore on, catching the way you shield away from your chest… Your feelings about your body… He noticed.
“Hey babe?” He slid into the frame of the doorway, hand grasping the side of the wood as he leaned in. Watching you do your hair, clothed, and fixing your hair.
“Yeah? What’s up?” You looked at him through the mirror, running a comb through your head. “Is my coffee ready?”
“Yeah, it’s on the kitchen table. With your toast,” He walked in, looking quiet. Tentative. “Can I talk to you about something?”
You turned, “Yeahhhh…” Your voice fluttered, knowing that face he makes. It made you uneasy. “What do you wanna talk about?”
“Are you… alright? You’ve been distant lately, like somethings on your mind,” He paused, looking down. Guilty, “Did I do something wrong? Are we alright?” He leaned his back against the wall, thumbs hooked into his jean pockets. Glancing up at you.
You set down the brush, turning, “Yeah,” You coed softly. Tenderly to the sweet man, “We’re okay, I’m just going through some stuff,” It was easier to put that into words. You needed time to figure things out, to share how you felt. You didn’t even have them for yourself, at least not clearly.
You hoped time would reveal itself, help your understand and work through what you were feeling.
And you didn’t know how it would change you. Or, for the matter, Brian. Your relationship with him.
He gestured to you, beat, “Do you.. Wanna talk about it?”
It fell on silence, unsure.
“Yes… but not now. I need some time,” You stepped, drawing his eyes.
“Like… how long?” It was bugging him, an itch he can’t scratch. A problem he saw, a frustration he can’t touch.
It was yours, and one that effected him. He wanted you happy and content.
To ease your pain.
“I’m not sure,” You slipped a hand into his and locked fingers together. Drawing his hand up and lined your hips with his. Brian’s other slip around your waist, pulling you close. “You’re going to have to wait, to trust me until I’m ready to talk about it. But I do love you- and it’s not because of you,” You pressed your lips to his, slowly lifting them away. “Or something you’ve done. We’re okay.”
“Alright, I just-” He looked into your eyes, vulnerable. “I want you to be happy, no matter what. Whatever it is.”
“And I thank you for that, I really do. I appreciate it,” Another press, lips locked, tongues twisting for a moment.
“Oh? Is someone?”
You laughed, caught red-handed, “Yeah, a bit.” You mused.
****
And for a while, it was left like that. You ordered yourself a proper binder and he was properly happy for you, seeing you excited to go and slip it on as soon as it came in the mail. You checked yourself out in the mirror, beaming as you found a sense of newfound confidence and comfort in your appearance. Your body.
He liked the way you smelled after you changed deodorants. You smelled rich and musky, one that you both adored. For him, it was intoxicating. Even picked up your armpit in bed as you yelped, his head buried in your pit to get a good whiff of your scent. Both of you sent laughing and shouting and you play fought in bed, beating back the monster you so endearingly loved.
“Fucking hell Brian!! Give me my arm back!”
“No! Never!” He bellowed, hand tightening around your wrist, pinning it against the wall as your feet kicked against him. He loved it, making you mad and crazy at the same time.
Tickling was your enemy! One that he used and abused, to get you laughing and squirming as he tied his body around yes. Pressing kisses to your cheek like a woodpecker.
****
Eventually, you found answers. The internet helped and a good stack of books about gender. It worked to ease your feelings about your body and the amount of envy you had for the masculine. It was difficult at first, being able to sort through attraction and gender envy at the same time. Slowly, you found answers. A confirmation of your feelings and way of life. The amount of euphoria you received when the simple stranger called you ‘man’ or ‘sir’ felt glorious. Elating and at home with yourself in a way that felt right. A homecoming.
You started to approach the subject with Brian. The two of you were friends with trans people, but it still felt fresh. Weird, and confusing to go through yourself. Being trans still didn’t give you cut and dry answers, it was a journey. A grey area because, even through they had gone through that journey, it was still personal. You had to find answers for yourself and the world is a weird, wild place.
But, it didn’t mean you were something else. Or strange for that matter- you were you, and that’s what mattered. You were exploring.
You two had been laying in bed. A quiet Saturday day spent outside, running errands and going to the farmers market to buy fresh produce and bread. It was lovely and peaceful. You guys had turned into bed early, curled under a soft comforter as you sprawled out in bed. The sun had set.
“Hey,” You whispered, dusting a piece of long hair out of his face. He was turned towards you, a fit of blankets wrapped around him as his body cupped towards yours.
“Hey,” He yawned, eyes fluttering in sleepiness.
You dusted a finger along his jaw, his chest slowly rising and falling. A ham all baked like a warm potato. “Can we talk?”
He shifted his head closer to your touch, liking the way you slowly stroked his skin. “Yeah, what’s up?” He yawned.
“I’ve been thinking, for a while now. That I might be trans,” You paused, wanting to release the next few words from your brain. “I think I am.”
“Oh?” He shifted up, sitting up now and trying to wake up his brain. Serious conversation time. “Really?” His voice was kind, asking for confirmation.
You nodded, “Yes.”
“As in nonbinary or trans masc?” He ran a hand through his hair, swooping the fluff back. Pulling himself together.
You laughed, feeling the butterflies swarm in your stomach. “Trans masculine.”
“Okay,” he smiled, nodding. Taking it in. “So uh, what do you want to do? If anything at all?”
“Honey-” You pestered, giving him a look.
“I’m asking! That’s up to you!” He was ginger, trying not to pry but dying inside. The questions!
“Clothes, that’s for one thing.”
“You’re already wearing my boxers- we gotta get you more of those.”
You had been stealing them from him. They were comfy, among other things. You couldn’t help but crack a guilty smile. He had mentioned it before when he had ran out, pissed because he hated wearing dirty ones.
“And shirts, and some good cuffed jeans-” You added.
“Dickie’s has those, we can thrift you Carhart’s from Goodwill.”
You paused, holding your breath. Holding onto the next few words, as if they couldn’t be taken back. Releasing them into the world, “And transitioning. I think I want to do that too.”
He reached for your hand, his thumb stroking your palm as the two of you laid in bed. Him looking down at you as your sprawled out, your elbow propping yourself up. “Okay, if that’s what you want, I support you. I want that too,” He pulled up your hand and pressed his lips to them softly. Firmly intertwining his fingers with yours, squeezing them tightly. Securely.
“Do you want to go by different pronouns? A name?”
“Yes, I want to be named Y/N,” You smiled, feeling his hands pull you in. Draw around you in a deep hug as he slid down to your level, comforting and embracing you. “I want to go by he/him pronouns.” You chuckled against his skin, head buried into the crook of his neck.
“Well hello my Prince, I’m so glad to meet you Y/N,” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, smiling through it as your heart brust. Crying in relief, in tears of joy and relief.
“You’re not mad?” You squeaked, tears rolling down your cheek.
“Baby~” He purred, pulling back, to look into your eyes. “Of course not, I want you to be happy. You’re precious to me,” He said, soothing you. “Is this what’s been bothering you?”
You nodded.
“I’ve been… wondering about it,” He mused. “I kinda figured it out after you bought your binder and started shaving your face. You barely had peach fuz but you looked so happy… so, much more bright that day,” You had slowly been trying things out. Listening to your body and how you felt. Changing your style, presenting more masculine. You even bought clothes from the men’s section and started to let go using gender specific pronouns for yourself. To ease the pain of dysphoria while you figured out feelings. Your therapist helped.
“But I’ve been waiting until you tell me, that’s your stuff,” He wiped your chin, brushing off the stream of tears. “I know you’d tell me eventually, whatever your answer was- I want to support you. I chose that long ago, I stand by that.” He smiled, adding, “And if things change in the future, that’s okay too. Gender and bodies are a tricky thing.”
There was so many choices- my so options- in how trans people choose to express themselves. All of them are valid, it’s what makes you happy is the most important thing. What aligns with yourself.
“Thank you,” You sniffled, peaking out a smile. You were happy, and now tired, and just wanted to curl up in bed. The rush of emotions flooding your system, the bent of stress and relief washing over your system. Draining you.
You wanted to feel this moment in its security, its acceptance. “That means a lot to me Brian.”
“Of course- and for what it matters-” He leaned into your ear, whispering, “I think you make a handsome man. And will continue too.”
“It doesn’t change things- between us?”
He shrugged, unfazed, “I don’t think so. I’m attracted to you and I like men so-” Another quizzical look, “I don’t see how it would change things in that department. I think I need to know more but I don’t think so.”
You raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”
“I want to read more about it so I can help you. I know it can be hard for trans people to get the resources they need to transition. We’re going to both go through this and I want to help you. -If that’s what you want, of course.”
“Oh! Okay,” you nodded. You slid down together, laying in each others arms. Curled underneath the seats, your tears dried up. Heart shining. “I want that, your help. I fucking hate calling the doctors office.”
He laughed, “I know! I know!” You would get stressed, talking on the phone could be weird sometimes. It made you anxious.
You tucked your head into his chest, hearing it beat with the life you held so closely. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close. “Thank you Bri, for everything.”
“Of course Y/N,” He spoke softly, warm. “I love you, you’re my everything.”
The two of you drifted off to sleep in bed, listening to the sound of Summer rain come in through the window. Drops slapping against the hard concrete, easing you into a deep slumber.
****
The two of you got along better after that. You were able to save up enough money to see a gender therapist. A general practice doctor that specialized in transgender health, giving you access to the hormone treatments you so desperately needed.
The changes came slow at first, the T being newly added to your system. Eventually, the body hair came in. Sprouting up your legs and turning thicker, darker, up your knees. Your body weight shifted, redistributing around your body with a healthy addition of exercise. Your jaw widened, spotting itself with facial hair which you so proudly grew. Cleaned up and trimmed, sculpting it to your desire.
That was one of your favorite moments. When you asked Brian to show you how he shaved his face. He pulled out of his bag of clippers, helped you learn how to wash your face and spread shaving cream on your face. How to guide the razor against your skin, trimming the well grown facial hair.
“-Like this- you gotta go against the grain if you want it smooth,” You were both creamed up, with your hair clipped back. He had a headband pushing his strands back, keeping it from falling into his face.
“Okay,” You mumbled in front of the mirror, guiding the razor across your skin. Wincing when you nicked yourself and hoping you don’t do that again.
“It’ll get easier, trust me,” He assured, slicking the last bit of cream off of his clean face. He mostly kept himself clean shaven, though there was a time where he rocked a thin mustache. Even some musky stubble around his cheeks. Which you loved.
And so was your transition.
In time, you qrew to love and enjoy your body even more. Seeing the face you so expected- and wished for- being reflected in the mirror. Muscles come in, adjusting your body shape to one that you desired.
Brian was very supportive. Even helped you find a good doctor for your top surgery. He pitched in money for your procedure, taking some extra hours as the store manager at the record shop where he worked. He was planning on taking it over from the owner in a few years. He had helped them expand into a second storefront. He was proud of it.
He drove you to your surgery, making sure you had everything prepared. Extra magazines, music, books, even your sketch pad and journal if you so wished it. You would sleep after your surgery in the hospital bed, groggy and tired from the boat load of meds and painkillers lulling you to a peaceful state. He wanted to make sure you were content, that you healed well and passed the time while you recovered. The tiny hospital tv having few channels to capture your attention. He ready to help you pass the time.
After your surgery, you couldn’t move your arms very much. At least not above your head. It would pull at your incisions, the area bruised and draining of fluids. He would tend to you, changing your bandages and helping you get things from the kitchen cupboards. Asking you to relax and let him take over- when you insisted on cooking dinner. That you felt fine, that the pain wasn’t too bad. Even though your chest ached, he didn’t want you to push yourself.
It was okay to lean on someone else, to let them tend to you at times in need.
He adored you and embraced the new found man you had become. He liked hearing you softly talk into his ear, listening to how your voice had dropped. Had changed, deepened, and thickened. It was an adventure for the both of you, one that you happily embraced and found a new home. In you, yourself, and each other.
He was proud to call you his boyfriend, his favorite man on Earth.
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hi enya! i’d like to request the self ship date for your 200 event!! congratulations again 💞
right now i’m currently in love with murasakibara 🥴 i really like him because well he’s just so cool even though he’s “lazy” and the fact that he snacks a lot is cute and also relatable because i feel like i’m always snacking as well. plus his determination is admirable even though he always whines about being tired, which is also relatable. and he’s just so pretty!!! agh maybe it’s the long hair or maybe his height but he’s just so pretty i cant 🧎♀️💞
as for myself, we both know you know me pretty well 😌 but for some hobbies, i dance, i can cook & bake i’m just to lazy to or don’t have the stuff for it, i love to read romance manga, i like roller skating, and of course watching anime/moves/tv shows!!
Meg have mercy on this monstrosity I've created. This is the DEFINITION of carried away.
Premise: You had plans with your friends to hang out, but last minute they had to cancel. When you walk out to the main hall of the dorms, you find Murasakibara snacking on some food and watching TV. You were the manager of Yosen, so you considered Murasakibara a good friend, even though you two hadn’t really hung out without other people around. When he asks you why you look down, you tell him that your schedule was now (undesirably) empty. He has a solution.
“Why don’t we do something?” He pauses the rustle of his hand rummaging through the chips.
You look up at him from your spot on the floor (you’d been lounging around in your pjs, a large stuffed animal acting as a pillow as you sprawled out on the ground). “Like what?” You weren’t used to Murasakibara asking to do things, especially not with you.
“We can go, get food? Or something.” he wouldn’t look you in the eyes, but you didn’t care too much. A huge smile crossed your face as you jumped up, quickly shuffling towards Murasakibara on your knees, opting not to stand. His eyes go wide as he sees you approaching him.
“Really! Will you really go with me?” You look at him, leaning against the couch he sat on.
“Yes. I already said I would.”
“Ahhh, you’re the best, Mu-kun!” You leap up, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders (you can barely get them around to his back), before running off to get changed. “I’ll go get ready quickly! I’ll be back!”
You didn’t see the way his face erupted pink- but don’t worry. There was time for you to see later.
You throw on a pink crop top covered in tiny cows and a pair of ripped jeans- if you were going out, might as well look a bit cute, you think to yourself.
Stepping out into the hallway, you’re shocked to find Murasakibara...trying? With his appearance? He had a decent sense of style, you knew, but he usually just defaulted to a graphic shirt and joggers. Finding him a black fitted shirt with ripped jeans and chains of his own was surprising, but very welcomed. He had one of his huge zip up jackets on, though.
“Murasakibara, you look so good!” You cheer at him. Running to him and grabbing his hand, you tug him (well, try to) out the door. “I’m hungry, let’s go.” While slow, he followed you, internally noting how small your hands were in comparison to his. “I’m driving.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. Don’t crash us.” He teases as he reclines your passenger seat as far back as possible.
“Ah, excuse you-” you nudge him. “Where should we get food from?”
He stares at you, looking at your features illuminated by the street lights. You’d already started driving, but who knows where to. “Wherever you want.”
You ended up driving to your favorite restaurant in the area, a diner with food on the cheaper end with great quality. It was comfy. As you and Murasakibara sit down, you’re greeted by a young male waiter who takes an obvious interest in you.
Actually, uh. Well, it’s obvious to Murasakibara. Not so much to you.
“How are ya doin’ tonight?” His flirting wasn’t obvious per say, but Murasakibara sees the way he looks at you. The waiter manages to ignore the death glare that was sent his way, though. After you both order your food, you noticed Murasakibara’s pout and glare.
“Hey are you okay?” You ask him, unsure of what had unsettled him.
“Just hungry.” he waves your concern off. “...so, how was your day?”
You assumed he was trying to avoid the work of carrying the bulk of conversation, which was pretty in character, so you happily chatted away, telling him about the stupid things that happened when you went shopping in the morning and when you got your nails redone.
When your food came about, you thanked your waiter when you noticed a pin on his shirt.
“Oh my gosh, is that a Red Riot pin!?”
“It is! Are you a My Hero fan?”
As you expressed your love of Kirishima, you were surprised when the waiter seemingly abruptly excused himself.
“...I wonder what that was about.”
“Mm. eet was ooddh” Murasakibara responds, mouth stuffed. His demeanor was relaxed, but had you turned around moments earlier you’d have seen that his eyes were screaming murder.
After eating your shares of food and talking about random things, you were ready for the check.
“I’m paying for you.” Murasakibara says.
“You don’t have to, Murasakibara-kun!” You’re quick to respond.
“I’m paying.”
“No.”
“I’m paying.”
“Are you sure?”
The waiter walks up to you both, hands clasped and a nervous look on his face. “So, are we doin’ a split bill or-”
“I’m paying.” Murasakibara says to the waiter.
“Got it. He’s paying.”
“Hey, I’m serious you really didn’t have to! That’s not fair is it?”
“You always buy me snacks and things. Lemme pay for you this time.” His tired eyes gaze up at you, something unspoken lingering behind them.
“Fineee, but I’m paying next time, okay?” He smiles at that, so you’ll take it as a yes.
~~
Driving back to the dorms, a sign catches your eyes.
“Oh my gosh, they’re open!” You cut your previous train of thought short.
“Ehh? What is?” Murasakibara turns to you, curiosity heavy in his voice.
“The new roller rink! I love roller skating I’ve wanted to go for so long. Can we go?” The question slips out of your mouth before you realized you’d asked it.
Murasakibara just stares at you from the passenger seat in silence. “What a pain.”
“Wait, really?”
“Go before I change my mind,” his tone was whiny as he stared out the window, resting his chin on his hand propped up on the car door. You let out a delighted squeal as you drive to the rink.
~~
“I’ll be sitting here.” Once you two enter the rink, Murasakibara sits on the side immediately. It takes a lot of pleading and tugging on his arm to get him to come with you.
After getting the skates (and the people behind the counter struggling to find a pair in the back big enough for Murasakibara), the two of you entered the rink. In your excitement, you glide through the rink, going fast in a circle and smiling wide. It’s only once you come around that you realize Murasakibara hasn’t moved. He’s still by the side of the wall, holding on.
“What’s wrong?”
“...” the blank stare on his face and the irritation rising on the corner of his lips said everything.
“You don’t know how to skate, do you.” You hit it on the head. His pout exaggerates as he tries to slide forward, losing his balance at even the smallest movement.
“I promise it’s not that hard, I can teach you!” you’re grateful that the rink was empty except for you two, the 3 workers, and some other teens who were minding their own business on the other side.
He listens to your instruction, moving away from the wall, and glides forward three times before slamming onto the ground.
“Ahh, are you okay?” you reached out to help him up. You’d seem him slam to the ground harder in games, but the concern was real nonetheless.
But he just waves you off and manages to stand on his own. This process repeats for a couple more times, with each passing time Murasakibara getting better and better.
“You’re such a fast learner! It took me a while to learn.” He wouldn’t say anything but he glowed from your praise. All that being said, he was still slow to move. You didn’t mind taking the initiative and grabbing his hand, holding it as you got him to skate with you. Admittedly, it gave you butterflies (you’d wanted to hold his hand properly for such a long time, instead of just tugging him in a direction before letting go). His hands are giant compared to yours. ou could barely even see your hands while he held it, except for your bright pink nails. But he held your hand tight the entire time, quietly keeping his balance. As you two started to go faster and faster, you gained good momentum till Murasakibara miscalculated on a turn and ended up falling. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for you, his hold on your hand hadn’t let up.
“AH!” You fall back onto the giant man who met the grounds only moments before you do.
“Shit, are you okay?” It’s his turn to ask you. When you burst out laughing, he lets go of his baited breath quietly.
“That was so fun!”
“Are you...hurt though?” Showing concern is hard, he thinks. It’s hard to do without his face burning up.
As you say “I’m fine, you cushioned my fall,” you both notice you’re still on top of Murasakibara, your chest pressed against his stomach. Out of shyness you shuffle away, hurrying to your feet. “We should get going,” you remark, trying to get out of the rink. But not without falling onto your face.
“Oi- Meggie-chin!” That sounded like it hurt.
By the way you sputtered and shook your head, he could tell it shook you a bit. He was able to help you get back on your feet and roll you to your shoes (he really did learn fast).
“Let’s go home. I’m hungry.”
“There’s a convenience store next door! Let’s go get some snacks!~” You seemed unphased by your fall at the thought of more food, running out the door to the store.
Yeah, it was no surprise Murasakibara was down bad for you. What more could he have wanted than a girl who loves food the way he does?
~~~
The store was illuminated with neon lights, the isles neatly organized. As Murasakibara snagged snacks off every wall, you were checking out the dairy product isle.
He comes up beside you, noticing the way you shivered.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t decide what type of ice cream to buy. Or if I want ice cream at all. It’s so cold in here! But what if it’s hot back in the dorms and I’ll want ice cream then?” You pause to think. “Ah! I can’t decide.”
Your sight is blinded when a warm fabric falls over your head. “Take my jacket. Then decide.”
As you pull the jacket off your head, you pull it over your arms. It was giant on you. The ends came down to your mid thigh and the sleeves consumed your arms. But it smelled of his cologne and was so warm. Blushing at the fact your crush gave you his JACKET, you happily grab 2 cartons of ice cream in celebration. As you walk up to the register, you see Murasakibara with 2 cartons of strawberry milk.
“I know you like them. We can drink them back at the dorms.” You never recalled telling him you liked strawberry milk, even though you did drink them quite often. But you didn’t take him for the kind to notice that.
~~~
“I had a lot of fun, Murasakibara-kun.” You smile as you both walk back into the dorms. “We should do that again. Maybe. But only if you want to!”
“I wanna watch that show.”
“Huh?” You didn’t know what he was talking about.
“My Hero. You were talking about it earlier. I haven’t had time to watch it, so if you wanna watch it with me you can. I guess.”
Your crush asked you to watch tv with him? Big dub!
“I’d love to! Just let me know when, okay?”
“Next Friday?”
~~
Jumping onto your bed, you squeal into your pillow as you process the fun hangout you had with your crush. You hadn’t really been on your phone much, so you finally decide to check it.
“New message from: Enya-chi” : swiping on the notification, you see-
IASIUDHFOSIJDF MEG UR GOING ON A DATE WITH MURASAKIBARA!?!?!?! GET IT GIRL ;)
Unsure of how she knew and it being called a date, you videocall her.
“MEG oh my God how was it!”
“Wait wait wait Enya what do you mean “date?”
She looks at you in shock. “Bro, I was with Kise, Aomine, and all them when Kise got a call from Mu-kun and he said he asked you on a date and wanted advice. What do you MEAN you don’t KNOW what I mean by date!!?? Ma’am!!!!!”
As you think back on everything that happened throughout the day, the implications of it being more than a hangout started to settle on you. Your face burned a bright red.
“Earth to MEGGG~ oh my God did he really not tell you it was a date?” She dissolves into hysterics.
"No!!!???? He just asked to hang out!"
“Meggie-chi he’s an idiot! He was supposed to tell you. He probably forgot okay?” Kise’s voice cuts through as he jumps onto the screen.
“He didn’t forget he definitely just didn’t have the nerves-” Aomine’s voice can be heard in the background.
“So when’s the next date~” Kise and Enya wait expectantly for your answer.
Oh my God.
Let’s do this again.
“Oh my I asked him out again, and he said next Friday.”
“I think you’ll be seeing him sooner than that though. You have to return that jacket you’re wearing.” Enya giggles, a broad smile on her face.
At the realization you still had it on, you hang up, too overwhelmed to talk.
This was about to get interesting.
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Funnily enough this only took like an hour total. But yeah i'm crazy I'm sorry you're friends with a crazy girl meg
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A:TLA watch, part 9
All of my posts on this are here.
More Avatar! Time to get Appa back and thump some sandbenders…
The Desert
Ooo we’re getting back to the Toph plot?
Aang don’t be mean
Uh oh zuko
Lol I love how capable iroh is
LOL DID SOKKA DRUG HIMSELF
Aha! Toph’s dad’s people are gonna save them, maybe? I mean, for bad reasons, but.
Bless Katara, you go Katara
Ooo interesting is Iroh in a secret order or something
Grumpy Aang : (
ORDER OF THE WHITE LOTUS called it
Lol zuko
Toph making angels in the rock is brilliant XD
Giant insects NOPE NOPE NOPE
Everybody’s heading to ba sing se, this should be fun
AVATAR STATE AANG buddy buddy buddy : ( I’m glad Katara’s there to hug him : (
The Serpent’s Pass
Huh okay so the arm tattoos kinda disappear into the armpits and the leg ones… join up with the head one, I guess? Neat.
Why do I feel like this ferry passage is not gonna go well. Oh, I know, it’s because of the episode title.
JET’S BACK. Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
Come on Zuko you’re not even hiding your distinctive facial features, I bet Jet’s just gonna turn you in.
CABBAGE MAN
“seeing eye lemur” toph I love you
Fighty lady’s back! Nice :)
Man that is one scary-looking pass
Sokka you’re fussing because of moon lady aren’t you
Aang worrying about losing control : (
“Who is this guy, is he taller than me?” SOKKA
God all the feelings in this are so complex
KATARA PARTING THE WAVES
“I think I just figured out why they call it the serpents pass” ME TOO SOKKA
“Actually, it’s me” “Oh. You can go ahead and let me drown now.” LOL
Told you zuko, jet knows who you are. BUT DON’T LISTEN TO HIM. JET’S A DICK.
Awwww aang!!
Sokka!! Damn
WHAT WHAT IS THAT I. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND EXCEPT IT’S FIRE NATION AND IT’S BAD.
The Drill
The girl gang have a drill! Oh dear.
LOL at sokka slapping the dude in charge
Uncle Iroh flirting his way in is excellent. And I still don’t trust Jet a single inch, there is no way he would be a good influence on zuko.
Ahhh I love when we see Katara using her healing stuff
“we’ll take it down from the inside” I’m SO HERE FOR THIS
Uh oh Jet saw the firebending tea. Irohhhhhh.
You guys need to find more water to work with!
NO BUT NOW KATARA DOESN’T HAVE ANY WATER
Oo can katara work with the slurry?
Huh. Can anyone bend metal? We know that earthbenders can’t, but…
GOD I love how each time Aang fights Azula he’s learnt more which changes the dynamic of the fight and stops it from becoming repetitive and it’s all so GREAT
So Jet is Zuko’s next problem, huh.
Dude I love the earthbender train!!
City of Walls and Secrets
DUDE THAT IS GORGEOUS (the cityscape)
I sense criticism of social stratification coming on…
“life happens wherever you are, whether you make it or not” that’s actually kind of nice uncle tea
“it’s called being handled, get used to it” daamnn
Oooo this is so creepy, the lady is seriously unsettling
Lol tea-serving zuko and iroh is great
“just bear” “this place is weird” I LOVE THIS
“the secret ingredient is love” bahahahaha
“seats this close to the bear” omg
Zuko vs Jet!
I love Aang distracting everyone
The creepy glove stuff is fantastic
THERE IS NO WAR IN BA SING SE HOLY SHIT THE CONTEXT
Like I kind of grasped what it was about – that they were ignoring the war and pretending everything was fine – but having it show up in THAT CONTEXT mannnn. Are they gonna meet Jet again and he’s gonna be all hypnotised???
The Tales of Ba Sing Se
…yeah stay away from toph’s feet XD
I love Katara and Toph bonding
Ooo I like how this is split up into little bits. Iroh next.
“I’m mugging you” “with that stance?” I love him XD
Birthday : (
Aang’s turn!
LOL AANG I don’t think you’re that great with animals XD
CABBAGE MAN nooo don’t give up cabbage man!
AANG MADE A ZOO!!
Sokka tiiiime
Poetry fight XD lolll
Zuko!
Hahahahaha zuko misidentifying a crush as a threat
IROH GOT HIM A DATE
God this is hilariously awkward
“yes I juggled” OH NO
Don’T LIGHT THEM NO BAD PLAN TEEN ZUKO
Okay I guess it’s cute I just don’t want zuko to get caught
THE WAY HE PEEKS BACK OUT TO BE LIKE “…it was nice” DUDE
Momo??
Momo’s looking for appa!!!
This is like the avatar version of “that’s not my cow”
Momo made cat friends!
But didn’t find appa…
Okaaaay so. Looks like we’re staying ba sing se for a while! That’s cool. I’ll watch some more tomorrow, I think :)
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The Marvel Parody - Chapter 5
Pairing (in the futur) : Chris Evans x Plus Size!Reader
Warnings : Language ; spelling mistakes ; fat shaming ; body positivity
Word Count : 1.461
Prelude Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
As we were waiting waiting for Anus to show up, the team on Titan was trying to past the time by playing 21 questions. We found out that Mantis’s antennas were actually her ears, that Tonya had a little crush on Loki since that New York attack « She has great hair », defended the billionaire, and that Quill wasn’t a true blond, information that got everyone to gasp.
« I wonder what’s happening on Earth? », said Parker.
Since every girl was playing two characters, we had to pre-record this part and project it on the screen.
« When you said that we should open ourselves to the world, I wasn’t thinking about this », faced Okoye the Queen. « What were you expecting? » - T’Chicka. « I don’t know maybe remix the song of David Guetta ‘Titanium’ into ‘Vibranium’ or create an Instagram profile », replied the general.
Meanwhile, the stuffed Falcon was messing with your hair and you were trying to menace him with your knife which didn’t help. The only way to make her stop was to threatening her to slap her with your shoe (old classic parent move). « Girls, come on play nice with each other », said the Cap annoyed. « She started it. Look that grumpy face, she’s provoking me », shouted Wilson. You just frowned and rolled your eyes.
Everyone was in position and waited for the Queen’s command. Stephanie looked at you and said « Be careful punk ». You nodded and gave her a look that informed her to be careful too. The battle began and the screen faded.
Back to Titan
« Omg, where’s Thor? », asked Parker
« Yeah, where is she? », you heard an Aussie accent from the audience and figured out it was Hemsworth.
« She’s probably ELECTRIFYING (with a thick John Travolta, Grease voice) everyone ! », guessed Tonya.
At that exact moment the song « Total Eclipse of the Heart » played.
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit lonely
And you're never coming round
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit tired
Of listening to the sound of my tears
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit nervous
That the best of all the years have gone by
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit terrified
And then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, but every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
« Hey, Coca Cola why is your suit ringing?, asked Quill. Kelly’s facial expressions as a hurt Stark were priceless, you had to control yourself to not crack up of laughter. « It’s Rogers calling me again », she announced.
« I wonder what’s Rogers ringtone in Barnes phone », wondered Drax.
« Oh, I know! », you mumbled under your breath. The other characters turned to you. « Shit, I just said that out loud ». « Tell me », demanded Stark. « Nah, you’re not ready for this ».
« Tell us », you heard RDJ yelling. You exchanged a quick look in his direction and saw the actor with a wide smile. « Alright, if you insist ».
-> Gunther’s ‘Ding Dong Song’ played for 10 seconds.
Oh, you touch my tralala
Mmm, my ding ding don
La lalala lalala...
Oh, you touch my tralala
The crowd went wild and was hysterically laughing. I even noticed Evans do his famous left grab boob laugh and in that moment you swear you could die in peace.
« Why would she have that particular song ? », asked Quill dumbfounded
You were bitting at your lower lip at this state to hold back your smile. « It’s actually a funny story »
« We’re all ears », continued Quill sarcastically.
« Alright. So, it was at that time where Becky had the mission to end Nokia. Yes, ladies and gentleman, we totally renamed Nick (Fury) as Nokia because they’re both indestructible. Anyway. Becky had that genius idea to shot Nokia in the chest through Rogers appartement window. Rogers of course was not happy and decided to run after Becky and breaking inoffensive office doors on her way out. Until the moment she came face to face with the attacker and throw her shield. But mama didn’t raise no Bitch, so Becky turned around and caught the shield. And that’s where she said « Ohhh I just touched your tra la la, your ding ding dong ». But of course, having that mask in front of her face, Rogers didn’t hear her. So she just vanished. Yep that’s right sir, vanished, just like my scholarship. ‘where is it? what happened to it? ‘…. well I don’t have that knowledge », you told.
While you were telling the story, you noticed a heavy drunk guy in the audience doing some nasty noises towards you. He was mimicking and making pig noises. But you shrugged it off because the show must go on. Sarah was about to step in and yell at the guy but you discreetly hold her hand and gave a look. You really hoped that the cast didn’t notice you shaking your head ‘no’ to Sarah, but unfortunately they caught your movement.
« She’s here », announced Mantis
Everyone hid except you, since you were the one welcoming the Mad Titan. Anus made her entrance in a perfectly purple makeup and detailed outfit.
« Who are you? »
« My name’s Weird »
« I doubt that and I’m well placed to say so. My name is literally ‘Anus’ », said the villain .
« Haha, no. I’m Weird »
« Yes, I can see that »
« Oh Good God. My name is Doctress Stephanie Weird. I know Stephanie not very original considering the fact that the Captain’s name is also Stephanie. But yeah. It could be worst, Marvel could actually hire 3 different actors with the same name. Imagine that. You call for one and 3 show up. … hahahah. That’s actually genius. Good job Marvel, you should keep going. I’m pretty sure the next ones will come from the same country and whose name will start with a ’T’ and end with ‘om’. » you said casually
« Nahh I’m certain they would not do that », said Anus
« Oh darling, I’m pretty sure they would », you replied with a thick fake British accent.
« Where is the stone? »
« Besides the Rolling we don’t have such things here », you told still with the British accent.
« The what? »
« Well, the Rolling Stone », you said grinning and trying to hold your laughter.
Anus just looked at you seriously.
« Ahhh come on, get your culture in check », you replied with your normal voice.
That’s when we put the plan in motion. Well obviously it didn’t go well and the moment Mantis said her line, that stupid asshole spoke again.
« Shut up you fat cow », he shouted from the audience.
That was it. You couldn’t take it anymore. You’re blood was boiling. You stood up and went to the edge of the stage.
« What did you say? »
When he was about to repeat himself, you cut him :
« Oh don’t answer that. I was being sarcastic. I perfectly heard you and I even heard you the first time when you did those pig noises towards me. But I was like, ‘yeah no, don’t care’, but now you’re coming for my friend, no way! I can see that you clearly aren’t in your normal state right now and you know what. There’s NO amount of alcohol or sobriety that tolerate that kind of behavior and those kind of comments!! You don’t like the show and find it ridiculous? Fine, it’s supposed to. It’s a parody. But coming for us and dehumanize us just because we don’t fit your stupid beauty criteria no fucking way. I kindly suggest you to get the fuck out before you embarrass yourself even more », you responded firmly.
You were so focused on watching the bouncer take that jerk out of the place that you didn’t noticed that the cast was on their feet applauding you. Once you came back to you, cheeks burning out of embarrassment and your hands clenched as fists, you turned to the crowd and out of the blue said (improvised) : « I apologize for that. Ehmm… let’s get those bad vibes out by quoting that great contemporary philosopher Anthony Mackie that said ‘The thighs are the key to heaven’ and he even added that ‘Doing squads is not an obligation but a purpose’. »
« Damn right it is », Mackie hollered loudly and everyone laughed.
« Now that we’re surrounded by positive vibes with those wise words, let’s go back to the show, what do you say? »
A collectif ‘yeah’ was heard and you returned to your initial position on the rock. You looked at Emily and winked at her. The show continued, but deep down you were torn between a mix of feelings : proud by standing up and talk but also anger and embarrassment. You couldn’t pray more for the show to end.
*gifs not mine, credit to owners*
#marvel#mcu#chris evans x plus size reader#plus size reader#reader#fanfiction#chris evans#chris pratt#chris hemsworth#robert downey jr#brie larson#tony stark#peter parker#peter quill#tchalla#okoye#steve rogers#Bucky Barnes#sam wilson#drax#mantis#show#body positive#fat shaming#nick fury#doctor strange#scarlet johannson#mark ruffalo#benedict cumberbatch#letitia wright
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About the Mun
TAGGED BY: @billiondollarbat
TAGGING: @wcbs @cajuun @spiidermade @buckinwildstory @foundmeincarolinax @rolcplaycr @biestmodus
NAME: Alora
STAR SIGN: Libra
HEIGHT: 5′6″
PUT YOUR ITUNES SPOTIFY ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 6 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?
Dating Fight!- Toby Fox (Fuck my nerd is showing yes i have the Undertale soundtrack on my spotify ahhh)
Love So Soft- Kelly Clarkson (I love this songggg)
All Right Original Version- Scrubs “My Musical” Soundtrack (Fuck why IS SPOTIFY CALLING ME OUT)
How Far I’ll Go- Alessia Cara Version (I love Moana, disney in general tbh)
Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story-Hamilton (I’m Musical and Hamilton Trash)
I Know Those Eyes/ This Man Is Dead- The Count of Monte Cristo (More proof of my Musical trashness. This is a fav of mine)
GRAB THE BOOK NEAREST YOU AND TURN TO PAGE 23. WHAT’S LINE 17? There is no line 17 “As we said good-bye, he pulled something from his pocket and placed it in my hands.”
EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU? Yeah my little brother wrote a poem for me when we were younger and he wasn’t a brat lmao
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR? Like a week ago probs lol
WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH? Chris Evans, Gal Gadot, Tom Holland, Jessie Williams, Rihanna, Ryan Reynolds, Chris Pratt, Chris Pine. I can go onnnnnnnnn
WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE; SOUND YOU LOVE? I hate the sound of people chewing like cows, and nails on a chalk board or anything resembling that. I love the sound of water? like i love the sound of rain, the ocean, a river, it’s just so peaceful in my opinion.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? Yes I do, for my sweet 16 I went to Salem Massachusetts on a ghost tour and my dad got a picture of these three different color swirls over evps that were all going off at the same time and we had one of those speaker boxes that spirits can contact you over and it was not only very active but my grandmother came through as well.
HOW ABOUT ALIENS? It’s like complicated because I don’t want creepy horror movie aliens. Give me Guardians of the Galaxy and I’m down.
DO YOU DRIVE? I do, I’m the go to driver for everyone and I hate it. My anxiety is terrible when I drive to the point I have to usually smoke cigarettes to calm myself down which is a terrible habit I cant quit. Though my anxiety is worse when someone else drives because I can’t control how they stop and all my friends are always distracted when driving we’ve almost crashed numerous times. If I could I would hire a personal driver.
IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? Nope. Knock of wood. I am terrified of getting in a wreck, so I hyper focus. But I have crashed a golf cart before. That was wild.
WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ? A thousand splendid suns it’s a very good book that takes place in the middle east during, I forget the exact time period before right before and around when the Titanic was released into theaters. It’s about two women from two different lives who become the wives of a terrible man and it’s their story and it’s very good and very emotional and eye opening.
DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE? If it’s in a small quantity yes, but if it’s too strong then no
WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW? Deadpool 2!! New fav movie <3
WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD? I did cheer leading freshman and sophomore year of high school and was a back/base because I was a strong girl. Softball was my primary sport but if we did three seasons of a varsity sport at my school it counted as a gym class so it was worth doing cheer leading. So sophomore year it’s competition season and we are trying to get the flyers, the girls we hold up or toss in the air, to record their tricks and decide we are going to try and get as many tricks in a row in a basket toss as our most talented flyer can do. We decided in order to do this we needed the three strongest girls on the team to be the people who would throw her up, seemed liked a good idea at the time, and we throw this chick like 30 feet in the air to where she almost hits the ceiling of the gym and she starts coming down FAST AND HARD and so we have to catch her, that’s out job but the other two girls STEPPED AWAY AND WAS GOING TO LET THIS GIRL JUST DROP TO THE GROUND SO I STEPPED IN AND BAM SHE LANDS FLAT ON MY FACE AND BREAKS MY FUCKING NOSE
DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW? :
YEAH IT’S CALLED WONDERCAP HAVE YOU HEARD OF IT. IT’S THE BEAUTIFUL SHIP OF STEVE ROGER AND DIANA PRINCE AND IT’S MY FUCKING FAVORITE THING EVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG? It depends on what they do, if it’s something I think that is really bad then hell yeah i hold grudges i’m terrible at it. I was bullied in middle school by this one girl for four years and I’ll see her at a local bar sometimes and I’m still super salty and want to beat her the fuck up BECAUSE FUCK HER FOR TORMENTING ME FOR FOUR YEARS I JUST UGH I HATE HER
IN A RELATIONSHIP? Nope!! Single unlike a pringle
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Folly Five AU - Run Away!
Third story part of the Folly Five AU. After leaving their studio, Whizbang and his toon co-star finally move to Toontown, but Whizbang runs into someone he hoped he never see again.
Whizbang the Dragon, Sir Golly © me
Bendy, Bendy and the Ink Machine © theMeatly, Mike Mood
Illustration by the-vampire-inside-me
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Prologue 3
Prologue 4
Folly Five AU - Run Away!
When they both left Rushflow Productions in Los Angeles, Sir Golly and Whizbang followed the crowd of other toons who wereo n their way to Toontown. They walked, trotted, and bounced past human residents and eventually ventured out of the city limits. The coyote knight and his dragon companion approached a road tunnel and entered its depths with their fellow animated icons, walking down the dark passageway.
"...." Whizbang felt slightly nervous. For the first time, he was leaving his studio home and familiar L.A. terrority, but at the same time, he's moving into another world. A world that he wasn't ready for back then. Whizbang shook his head. No. He was ready, he can do it. With Sir Golly here with him, he was going to be fine.
Soon, the tunnel walls around the toons transitioned into a more vibrant color scheme. A bright light appeared at the end of the passage, getting brighter and brighter as Sir Golly and Whizbang got closer. The young dragon shuddered quietly, but with a heavy sigh, he shook away any doubts, any possible fears, and walked into the light with his knight friend. The light blinded them briefly, but soon that glare disappeared, revealing the living, animated world of the Tooniverse. Whizbang and Sir Golly had arrived in the black-and-white toony area that is Toontown. Horse wagons and cars filled the streets, while residents ran stores, food stands, or were walking through the toon to get to places.
Sir Golly and Whizbang were both amazed, stopping in their tracks amongst the crowd of toons exiting the tunnel. They both couldn't help but stand and stare, taking in their new surroundings. This was their home realm, where they can fit in with others like them.
"Eeeeee! It's him! Yoo hooo!!" A few lady toons squealed loudly upon recognizing Sir Golly and flocked over to him with glee.
Sir Golly, surprised by how the ladies recognized him from his cartoon, didn't hesitate to allow the girls to fawn over him and he began to talk immensively about his role in his show, "My fair maidens! Tis enough Sir Golly to go around!" The coyote knight began to walk off with the female toons flocking him, telling wild stories of his "adventures off-set". Whizbang stood by and watched with a small smile on his muzzle. The toon dragon only rolled his eyes fondly at the coyote knight before he turned and walked into an alleyway, away from the crowd. This was his chance to explore Toontown for a while, cover some ground and become familiar with the town's layout. Hopefully during that time, Sir Golly can look for a place for him and Whizbang to stay.
Whizbang would soon exit out the alley and walked along the sidewalk with other toon characters, passing by stores and trotting through intersections. Toontown was a bit more lively than the last time he was here a few months ago. More toons filled the streets, each originating from a cartoon that hit the big screen. There were a few toons he recognized from his youth, and there were many others he doesn't know.
POP POP POP!
"MOOOO!" There was a cry of surprise when a toon cow was spooked by a lit firecracker that was placed behind her.
Whizbang was walking away when it happened, but he couldn't help but snicker as he looked back at his first prank victim. He then spoke to himself in his own language that is understandable only to certain toons and full-bodied animal toons, "Heheheh. Still got it." Toontown is filled with toon characters to play pranks on. He can't wait to try them out and see the reactions of each toon he pranked.
Soon the young dragon came upon a bulletin board and sat down on his haunches, taking his time to look at the movie posters of new cartoons. Whizbang would soon spot the movie poster of William Thatch's The Medieval Fair featuring the toon dragon himself and Sir Golly - stapled right in front of some of the other posters. Whizbang smirked to himself proudly, "Least our poster is in front of the others." He stood back on his feet and resume walking down the street, intending to venture about more of Toontown.
After a while, Whizbang stopped at an intersection to rest for the moment, letting other toons walk past him. As he looked up to the monochrome sky, he took in a deep breath and sighed. Feeling an itch, the young dragon lowered his head and reached his leg up, using his back clawed feet to scratch his neck before sitting himself up again. Whizbang said to himself, "Ahhh.... What a sight... what a day... what-"
"'Ey! 'Ey! Whizbang!"
Whizbang's ears flicked up when he heard a distant shout calling his name among the chorus of cars, horse wagons, and voice chatter. The toon dragon turned his head to his right, spotting a short, black and white toon running through the crowd of characters towards him. A fan of his show, perhaps? That character looked like...
A toon devil?
A strangely familar toon devil.
A toon devil that... that has rows of sharp teeth... and an unforgiving pair of black and white eyes...
"!!" Whizbang widened his eyes and his ears dropped down in growing terror. Just as realization kicked in, he screamed loudly and bolted down the street, "AAHHH!! What am I standing around here for?!" He ran past various toons frantically, even accidentally bumping into few of them in his haste. Behind him the toon devil ran at a quick pace to try and reach Whizbang.
Whizbang hissed to himself, turning his head back to look at the black and white devil toon as he ran, "What is HE doing here?! WHY is he still around?!" The very same toon from his nightmares has come back to haunt him! This can’t be happening!
While looking back however, Whizbang crashed right into a food stand parked along the sidewalk, inadvertantly knocking over the merchant and various food items to the ground. The young dragon comically stumbled forwards on his hind legs, his black hide was coated with ketchup, mustard and other condiments as he 'danced' about, trying to kick off bags and cans that stuck to him.
"Ugh! Grr!" Whizbang grunted, finally shaking off the food condiments and trash from his body. He resumed galloping through the streets, even running right into the middle of a road, causing a few cars and horse wagons to lose control and skid to a halt.
Panting softly, Whizbang looked behind him and saw no sign of the ink demon following him. The short thing most likely got lost in the crowd somewher. Whizbang began to slow down his run, sighing with relief, "Whew... I think I lost him..."
"Whizbang! Er, Whiz! C'mon, pal, it's me! Don't ya remember!?"
Whizbang's eyes widened when he heard a familiar and garbled voice, his scales bristling up in alarm. He slowly turned his head back, only to deeply regret it. Behind him was the large inky monster straight from his childhood memories, complete with its signature grin, curved horns, and a merciless pair of black-white eyes. The closer the ink demon was getting to Whizbang on the sidewalk, the more the young dragon saw how BIG the thing was. And it was moving FAST!
In sheer terror, Whizbang felt his own eyes pop out of their sockets before they bounced back in as he yelled in fear, "AAAAHHHH!!" The horrifying sight of this beast only made Whizbang turn back around and resume sprinting, bolting even faster. This was NOT his day! What's worse is that this thing can move much faster now in its monstrous form! Any words coming from that ink monster fell on deaf ears as Whizbang was overcome with fear and wasn't thinking rationally.
"C'mon, Whizbang, move!" Whizbang hissed to himself, bounding and leaping, even flying along to keep his distance away from the monster chasing him! Behind him the inky monster was steadily catching up, still bearing a somewhat sinister grin. Toon characters noticed the commotion and quickly jumped or dived for safety when the chase came their way, barely avoiding Whizbang, then the monstrous ink demon.
The terrified dragon opened his wings wide and took to the skies to try and escape his pursuer, flying over to a rooftop of an apartment building. But then he started yelping in pain, quickly dropping and barely landing on the roof with one wing outstretched, "Owowow! Wing cramp, wing cramp! BAD time for a wing cramp!!" He stumbled about but quickly regained his running speed, partially folding his wings to let them rest for the time being.
He leapt from roof to roof, his elognated legs allowed him to clear each jump perfectly. But down below, Whizbang spotted the ink demon slithering and running along the streets, soon gaining the same speed he was in! The young dragon began to panic. Soon that ink thing could try and climb up the buildings after him. Uh uh! No way!
As soon as he jumped onto the last rooftop, Whizbang turned and leapt down the side of the building, squashing himself flat upon contact with the ground in the middle of a crowd of toons. He reformed instantly and sat down on the concrete, disoriented from the fall, "Ugh..."
A woman's shriek filled the air, and the toons surrounding Whizbang quickly dispersed. The young dragon turned his head and saw the ink monster just turning the corner towards him!
"AAH!" The toon dragon screeched, leaping forward and returned to running for his life. He frantically galloped along the sidewalk, panting as he went, "What is UP with that thing?!" In another attempt to escape, he suddenly took a sharp turn to his left....
Inside various stores and apartment homes, many toons were minding their own businesses and going about their day.
BAM!
That was until Whizbang crashed through the walls of their stores and homes, yelping like a frightened puppy, "YIPE YIPE YIPE YIPE YIPE...!" This startled and frightened the toons residing within the buildings, both customers and homeowners alike.
Right afterwards, a massive blob of ink with a horn-shaped head followed the fleeing dragon through the jagged holes in the walls, still in hot pursuit, and calling out to Whizbang, "Whiz... it's me! Bendy!"
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
Through each building, Whizbang used his physical strength to blast and crash through each brick or wooden wall. He wasn't injured by this feat, but his hide protected him from the debris. Eventually the toon dragon blasted through the brick wall of the last store building in the vicinity, creating a large hole. He darted down the alleyway he came upon, just as the wave of ink that was the monster pooled behind him and surged after Whizbang.
Several minutes later...
It's no use! No matter where Whizbang ran, that monster of ink was there. He can't shake it off! The young dragon was starting to get exhausted from having to run from his living nightmare, who is STILL pursuing him. He came to a stop and looked around frantically, his black eyes scanning for a potential place to hide from this...this... thing! His ears perked up when Whizbang spotted an old abandoned warehouse away from the busy Toontown streets.
"That could work...!" Whizbang muttered softly, before bolting towards the warehouse and entering through its open door. He would then hide somewhere inside. If he was found, the teenage dragon was willing to try and fight this ink devil for his life. Even if he was scared.
Unfortunately for him however, the ink monster had seen Whizbang enter the old warehouse...
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The Setup
This story involves sexual encounters, female degradation, humiliation and nappies/diapers.
PART 2
"That was beautiful my dear. Thank you. Heres the plates for you. I see your nappy is still unused." Ryan said to me. I was shocked that he was expecting me to use it.
"Please don't make me use the nappy. Can't I just use the toilet like any normal person?" I asked him. He immediately looked at me angrily,
"You will do as you are told and use that nappy for its intended purposes. Do you want a proper spanking? When you want to use your nappy you will come in here and ask us if you can use it. Ok" He asked. I nodded my head, and walked off in a petulunt manner and washed the rest of the dishes. The kitchen now looked pristine, the surfaces glistined and I was pleased with my work. A shame there was so much more to do. I then went into the bathroom and it was a state. The toilet was caked in pooh, the bath had a layer of scum all round it and the sink looked disgusting. I got the bleach and just covered the bathroom in the stuff and left it to soak whilst I cleaned up the bedroom. This was a bit easier than the other rooms, all I had to do was make the bed and put the clothes away. Strangely there were a few bits of womans clothing on the floor, a bit of lingerie to be precise, from Victorias Secret so it was quite expensive. I laid it on the bed neatly then went back to the bathroom and the mug and grime cleared easily. I scrubbed the toilet, the increasing on my bladder and bowels was making me want to use it. I so wanted too but I knew I would get caught so I decided against it. Once completed, I went into the front room where the boys were sitting. They ordered me to fetch them a beer from the fridge which I did. I got to the fridge and I was hit with a crippling pain across my stomach and bowels. The pressure was immense, and I knew I was in trouble. I went back into the front room and handed the men there beers. I had to ask the question I had been putting off for so long,
"I need to use the toilet please." I laid on the puppy dog eyes and pleaded to them.
"What for?" Was the reply I got from Steve. I couldn't admit to it, but I had no choice.
"I need a wee and a no.2." I replied embarrasingly. Now they both smiled and looked intrigued.
"How big is your poop going to be? Do you think the nappys is going to hold it all?" Ryan asked, mockingly.
"I, I dont know. I think I should use the toilet." I shyly replied, now hopping from one foot to another in pain. I grimaced in pain.
"Don't you dare even think about pooping yourself just yet. LEt me get the camera first." Steve replied. He went off into the bedroom then came back with the camera. I was ordered to go and stand on the little balcony and face the boys.
"Right Missy, you can let yourself go now. And don't hold back." Ryan ordered me. I couldn't hold it anymore and squatted down, the poop immediately vacated my bowels and filled the nappy, accompanied by a heavy of stream of piss it sagged desperately betwen my legs. The pee leaked out, running down my legs and pooling in front of me. Then a leakage of poop ran down my legs and pooled around my feet. I fell to the ground and ended up sitting in a mass of pee and poop. As my padded backside hit the gorund, the poop splattered up my back and out of the leg cuffs making a huge mess much to the delight of the 2 men. They were both chuckling away as I was now in tears, stuck in this highly embarassing and disgusting predicament. Ryan spoke to me,
"Stand up and show the camera what you have done." I stood up, the brown and yellow mess of a nappy sagging between my legs and slowly turned around. The back of the nappy was full with poop, as was most of the front.
"What have you done?" Steve asked me.
"Wet and messed myself." I replied, now crying, my eyes streaming with tears. I bet I looked every part the real baby now. The smell of poop was quite overwhelming even though I was perched on an outside balcony. Grey clouds were now over head so they ordered me inside.
"Come inside now, the rain will wash your foul mess away. Go and stand in the bath tub." Ryan ordered me. I made my way inside, and hopped into the bath tub and stood waiting for the men. Steve came in with the camera and Ryan ordered me to take the nappy off and stand facing the wall. I undid the tapes and the nappy dropped to the floor, splattering over my feet. I turned round and pressed my hands against the wall whilst the lads inspected my backside. My bum was quite pert, not too flabby but now it was caked in poop. They were both mocking me calling me ' shit-girl' which was quite upsetting. I turned round to face the men and Ryan handed me a black bag.
"Put your shitty nappy in here shit-girl then get yourself cleaned up. We will be waiting for you in the bedroom." I did as he said and scooped up the nappy and put it in the bag then put the bag on the bathroom floor and turned the shower on. The water was freezing cold and sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn;t work out how to turn the jet power down and the cold water was painful. I positoned it betwen my legs and watched all the water turn brown as the shit cleared from my ass and legs. I quickly ran the sponge and soap over my body and got out still shivering. The men hadn't left me a towel or anything so I quickly shook off the excess water and went into the bedroom where the men were waiting for me. They had a nappy laid out on the bed for me which I immediately hopped on. They were both naked and I knew some form of sexual encounter was close. I still had the babys dummy clamped to my nipple and Ryan shoved the dummy in my mouth whilst he nappied me. HE didnt bother with any powder she taped the nappy which was bigger than the other one over my pussy. Then Steve caught me by surprise and slipped something over my head, pinning my arms to the side of my body. It was a cream strait jacket, Steve proceeded to tighten the buckles till it was tight on me. I tried to wriggle out of it but it was no use I was officially stuck and at there mercy. Then a mask was placed over my head, taking away my sense of sight and sound. It just had a hole for my mouth to fit in that was it. I could hear or see nothing. Then there was nothing, I couldn't feel anybody touching me or anything. There was this inevitable suspense, then I felt a hand move my nappy to one side and a penis slipped inside me. It felt huge, it definitly wasn't Ryan or Steve I couldn't remember those 2 being that big. It slowly moved its way inside me, before pumping and pumping away vigourously. Another penis entered my mouth and I was being well and truely used. I was started off in the missionary position for what felt like an hour or so, then forcibly moved into doggy style a few pillows propped underneath me to heighten up my backside. I was constantly fucked and face fucked aggressively, admittedly the way I liked it. Then I was flipped between cowgirl and reverse cowgirl riding the cocks like a proper cow girl. After what was around 2 hours or so a few of the participants cummed in my mouth big style. I thought I was going to choke at the amount of cum that I had to swallow. A good 3 or 4 loads were dumped inside me. Then the sex stopped, I think I cummed the guys whilst not orgasming myself. The mask was ripped from my head and it took me a minute or 2 to adapt to the light. There was a huge shock in store for me, there standing at the end of the bed was my ex husband. The man who had always dreamt of turning me into a nappy wearing slut. I wanted to cry, I was so humiliated and to top it all off he had his best friend filming it, along with Ryan and Steve they had all fucked me.
"You bastard, I can't believe you have done this to me" I blurted out to him.
"Now now baby girl, from what I hear you didn't put up much of a fight!" He replied.
"I was desperate for the money. Our divorce has left me skint." I cried out to him.
"Ahhh diddums. Should have thought about that before turning down my offer. So here we are, 18 hours to go. We sure got some fun games to play with you, you little slut. And seeing as you haven't orgasmed yet I think we should let you." He sniggered back. I was quite scared now and this showed as I flooded my nappy.
"Ha, ha look at the slut, shes pissed herself." Ryan told the room, all of them chuckling away. My ex husband, Mark, ripped off my nappy and proceeded to humiliate me by placing it on my face and taping it tightly round head. The pee stain landed right on my face, intoxicating me with the rancid aroma of piss. Then he ripped a hole in the nappy where my mouth was and rammed a dildo into my mouth telling me to suck it good as it was going in my pussy. I awkwardly gagged on the dildo, lubricating it as much as possible then it was taken from my mouth and pushed inside my pussy. I could hear the men laughing and taking it in turns to ram it in and out of my pussy forcing me into a screaming, but muffled orgasm. My body writhed up and down, humping the dildo as much as possible then I forced my legs apart and let out a squirting orgasm. Piss and cum squirted out of my pussy all over the bed. The men loved it, they were high fiving each other at the fact they had a squirter on there hands. The nappy was then taken from my face and Mark gave the men there orders.
"Right, put that nappy back on her. Get as many on her as is possible. Then the pants then take her home. I'm done with her for the time being." I was quite relieved to here him say that. Though my humiliation was to get slightly worse. Steve, Marc and his friend left the room with the camera sat on the tripod at the end of the bed whilst Ryan stayed to nappy me. We chatted for a bit whilst he retaped the soaking wet nappy on me after powdering my pussy vigourously.
"How did he get you into this?" I asked.
"Well me and Steve play football with him and he told us where you sometimes hang out with your friends. I must admite we were kinda freaked out by the whole nappy thing but he paid us well so we cant complain. Plus we got a free sex session out of it." He smiled back at me, winking. He was quite cute in a good way. I couldn't understand his nappying technique, after every nappy he put on me he ripped holes in it. I asked why.
"Mark told us to do it. Otherwise everything will soak into your first nappy and leak. I've got to get at least a half dozen on you to last till the game ends." He replied back. I just stared blankly at him, looking shocked as he proceeded with the 3rd nappy and repeated the process of tearing holes and strips in it. My legs were now firmly prized apart and thoughts were going through my mind of the how the bulk was going to be concealed. A few minutes and Ryan had gotten the 6th nappy on. He stood me on my feet and I looked down at my newly padded self. The nappys came up over my belly button resting just under my breasts in effect covering my whole chest, then round to my back expanding my already biggish backside immensely. I couldn't put my knees together and I had to waddle to move. My ordeal wasn't finished yet, Ryan pulled out a pair of huge transparent plastic pants with a chain attached and helped me into them. The chain was tightened and locked behind me. Ryan patted my backside, kissed me on the cheek and left the room, leaving me standing there helpless. A few minutes later the door reopened and I was dragged into the front room.
"We are going to take you home now seeing as it is getting late and we have a business deal to do tonight. You have 6 nappies on. That should last you till we come back tomorrow morning, around 12ish. Thats when your ordeal will be over. Understand? If I find you have tampered with the nappys in anyway you will spend the whole week nappied. Remember we have pictures and videos!" Mark exclaimed to me. I nodded my head in agreement. I now had to spend at least another 8-10 hours in the nappys and use them for their intended purpose.
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Day 7 - 6/8/18
9:36 AM
SO MANY ANIMALS EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!! I woke up early this morning to pack for our weekend trip, and went to the café to get a quick breakfast. The worker there recognized me from going in so often, and this morning asked me in French how I was today, starting a conversation which is pretty rare and a huge milestone for me, but I wanted nothing to do with his French because now I know how to order in Arabic! So I looked at him and said "bghit…" which means "I want" and his eyes lit up as he realized that I was going to attempt to order in Arabic for the first time!!! "Ahhh!!! Shnu bghiti?" (What do you want?") he asked me with a huge smile. "Bghit… khawa." (coffee) "l’ma" (water) he got those for me and asked if I was French or American. "Ana Amrikia!" I responded. He then told me in French that he couldn’t tell because my French accent was very French, so I explained that I had lived in France for 11 months. Then my friend Victor came up and also ordered in Arabic. He wanted the same thing I got (an espresso, a water bottle, and a croissant) so he said "hahta ana" (Me too) and the worker taught us how to say "the same thing". The worker was in such a good mood and so happy because we were ordering in Arabic, it was so great!! We’re leaving until Sunday right now and I’m already going to miss the campus while we’re gone. Anyways now we’re on the bus, and our professor told us we may see some monkeys on the way to the hotel. Well guess what! We not only saw monkeys, but were able to pull over, get out, buy a bag of peanuts for 10 dirham ($1) and feed the monkeys!! There were a bunch of mother monkeys carrying newborns either on their back or hanging from their chests, there were younger monkeys independent of their mothers but still smaller than the rest, there were obviously alpha males, monkeys fighting in trees, monkeys coming up to us on the ground, it was an insanely great surprise. The students joked that I should pick them up and see if they bite me, but I was seriously considering it! Kidding. But I did pet a few. After about 15 minutes of a group of 13 kids from around the world in absolute bliss and bewilderment, we’re not back on the bus passing by herds of sheep, donkeys, cows, wild birds, dogs, huge markets, people riding horses with packages on their backs, it’s amazing. Herders gathering their animals, mothers leading their children through the fields, beautifully vibrant yellow, purple, and red flowers, rugged mountains with gorgeously soft looking valleys, rocks covered in some purpley moss that for some reason makes me think of the trolls in the movie Frozen, huge storks nests on every telephone pole and roof, rock formations that make me think of the inukshuk at our family lake, it’s breathtaking. Tonight we’re staying at a hotel, and then tomorrow we overnight in the desert!!!!!! This is the first year the program has done a full on overnight in the desert - most years the students go to the desert, eat, go back to the hotel, and then wake up super early to go back to the desert to see the sunrise, so this year the professor is just letting us overnight (although he said we probably won’t be sleeping much) while he goes back to the hotel. As I’m writing this we’re passing by so many more sheep, goats, donkeys, it makes me so happy to see so many animals - some wild, some with their owners, we’re seeing small makeshift nomadic type shelters alone in vast valleys with two people tilling land a short distance away from them. I’m listening to my traveling playlist looking out the window imagining I’m in a travel movie/vlog, as my friend and I used to say when we felt completely at peace and happy, "I’m set".
2:50 PM
About an hour and a half left of driving! We stopped at a restaurant in the middle of nowhere for lunch, which was in the most beautiful restaurant. The outdoors were full of colorful mosaics and green trees, and the inside was beautifully furnished with upholsteries and chandeliers, all of equally impressive color. All of the small towns we drive through are filled with color. I ordered my meal in Arabic and said "thank you very much" in Arabic which made the waiter smile, and afterwards the professor asked where the bathrooms were so we could go before we got back on the road. Even though he’d already asked I said "Wait I want to ask in Arabic!" and asked the owner who smiled and told "to the right" in Arabic. Across the street from the restaurant was a man selling "meteorites", aka cool rocks, geodes, and fossils so I ran across with two other students. He brought out a special case with perfectly fossilized snails and spiders that were beautiful, and those were 170 dirham. So I asked him what I could get for 10 dirham which is all I had, and he gestured towards everything on the bigger table. I picked up a black rock with purple crystals inside, and he agreed to let me have it for 10 dirham, and then gave me a plant fossil for free. Then we got back in the car and I fell asleep for a quick nap. When I woke up we were in one of the vast valleys with very little plants. Then we went up another mountain where trees started reappearing, but only very small ones. We passed a small river that was absolutely gorgeous - there trees and flowers, grasses, bushes, green and colors everywhere, surrounded by dry barren yellowy rock and sand. A little later on we saw a pretty small lake, but very big for its location, with surprisingly little greenery around it like the river, but still an impressive body of water to see in the middle of the dry mountains. Then we stopped at a convenience store where we bought water and snacks, stretched our legs, and got back in the bus onto our next destination. One thing I’ve noticed about Morocco is that almost everyone you see seems to be working - painting a wall, throwing bricks up to someone on a roof, repairing a sign, working in a field, etc. We’re getting closer and closer to the desert now which means that it’s becoming harder and harder to see things far away because of the sand in the air, and we’re seeing less green except in towns wealthy enough to afford sprinklers and irrigation, and near natural bodies of water, but it’s very spotted and spread out. But everywhere we drive there are people sitting on the side of the road, napping in the shade, for fear of appropriating anything, it’s really cute.
5:17 PM
After quite a drive through mountains and valleys we finally stopped above the oasis where we’ll be staying tonight. We all got out and met two guides who live in the oasis village, with a population of about 350 people. The bus drove down one way and we took another route - about an hour long walk through palms, wheat, bamboo, alfalfa, over irrigation and the Ziz river which is the source of this oasis. We found frogs and turtles and one donkey who one of the guides tried to catch so I could pet his ears, but failed so we moved on. The walk itself was absolutely crazy. Imagine some fake safari you’re walking through with natural palm tree canopies, wide open fields, winding creeks you have to jump over, wild flowers, it’s exactly like that only it’s NATURAL it’s real and made naturally, not made up out of the imagination. Pictures I took while walking today resemble so closey pictures I’ve taken at zoos and theme parks who try to imitate it. At the end of the walk we finally came to the very small village where the guide invited us into his home where he and his entire family live. They served us tea, dates, and bread with fig sauce and olive oil. We met his very young children, sat on the couch, and ate and drank for a bit. The house had a flat roof made of bamboo and a dirt floor with a beautiful rug, and thick dense clay walls with only one window to keep the heat out. We all talked to the very young girl who was very shy, asking her what her name was, telling her she’s beautiful, etc. and we finally took a picture and now we’re back in the bus on our way to the next location! The village seems very peaceful, little boys riding donkeys to the river to swim, a father teaching his son to ride a motorbike, daughters with their mothers making scarves. Oh shoot we’re getting out of the bus, gotta go!
5:37 PM
Back, we just got off at an older part of the village to see where our guide and his family used to live. We saw a donkey! He was tied to a tree so this time I just went up to pet it and everyone watched from a safe distance. They’re so weird about animals.
6:10 PM
Arrived at the hotel! The boys are on the second floor and the girls are up on the top floor which is essentially a roof with rooms coming out of it. The view is absolutely beautiful - we can see the tops of the trees of the oasis and the mountains behind them. We were told there’s wifi but it’s really weak so hopefully I’ll be able to publish my blogs still!
10:23 PM
After unpacking we had a few hours until dinner which was at 8:30 so that those who were fasting could eat with us. We spent that time in the lounge on the second floor playing cards, talking about racism and colorism, some students were teaching each other how to stretch certain muscles, it was a nice time. Then we went downstairs for a "fashion show" at 8:00. The women who run this hotel also run a weaving business where they make scarves, pillowcases, rugs, tapestries, etc. so they dressed us all in traditional marriage/post-wedding dress which consisted of an ornate underdress that went down to our feet, a huge piece of fabric wrapped around us like a shawl tied with a belt, a head scarf with bells around the border, and an additional small black shawl to put around our shoulders. The black shawl had a colored checkered border that she explained was the specific colors and order of colors of her tribe so that in public if they come into contact with another tribe, they’ll know immediately what tribe they belong to. They then marked our faces with saffron oil to mimic tattoos that tribal women used to get before they converted to Islam where tattoos aren’t allowed. The men then got in a thin overdress type thing with a small turban looking scarf on their heads called a "tarbush". We then all lined up girls on one side guys on the other, and the mother of the hotel’s owner led us through a traditional wedding dance while her grandson filmed us. After that we all peeled off our layers and sat down to eat a delicious meal of a traditional Moroccan salad and rice and vegetables. The traditional Moroccan salad consists of cooked or raw vegetables all at room temperature separated on a plate, each one with its own unique subtle spice or sauce added to it. After dinner we all went to the common area and sat down with the owner, a woman. She explained to us that in her tribe women have always had more freedom than men. She explained that if a woman is sexually harassed, her abuser has to take his family and move out of the village - no council or anything, if a woman says something happened, people take her word for it. Because the consequences are so severe, false accusations are practically nonexistent. She told us that men can’t have more than one wife, that in a divorce the women can remarry, that men take care of children during marriage, that they’ve historically had women leaders, etc. And since converting to Islam they’re disappointed to see that women have less freedom. The owner is on her tribal council, has been for 9 years, and she’s the first and only woman ever to do so! She said that even now, 9 years later, they’re constantly analyzing her every move, trying desperately to find something she’s doing wrong so they can kick her off, but that she has a lot of supporters who encourage her which she will never forget. When she was younger she went to university and studded Moroccan politics and law, and when she came home she didn’t want to sit idly by waiting for the government to find her a job, she wanted to start her own business, so she started the weaving and then eventually opened the hotel and worked in tourism, where the English and French she polished in college came in handy. She was really so impressive, and said that she and the other women of her tribe are working hard to share the ideals of their tribes in terms of women’s freedom and rights. After that we all went upstairs, and since the girls have the third floor which is just a roof, we all laid down and looked at the stars. After a while we invited the boys up to join us. We challenged ourselves to five minutes of silence which was tricky at first, but eventually we got it and then decided to stay silent for longer. The light was on and we couldn’t figure out how to turn it off but the front desk worker, the owner’s son, came up and turned it off for us. After a while people started to go downstairs, and three of us decided to sleep up on the roof. We brought our blankets and pillows out and made a bed on the roof. I was worried we’d get in trouble for that, but the owner’s son apparently offered to bring us up a rug! So he brought one up, I practiced introducing myself in Arabic which he apparently thought was pretty funny, and now we’re all lying under the stars on a rug underneath the thickest softest blanket I’ve ever experienced. The breeze is the perfect temperature, there’s almost no noise except for the occasional dog bark or donkey in the distance. I wish I could capture the exact feeling of sleeping on this roof like you can capture a picture. I even wish I could just take a picture that accurately portrays what I can see here, but my camera can’t capture the subtle light differences like my eyes well enough to show anything but a black screen. Oh well. Tomorrow we ride camels!!!
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