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Syo is excited about this development lol
#I really enjoyed when these two interacted specifically#especially when Syo went and saved Komaru from Kotoko#danganronpa#genocider syo#syomaru#genocide jill#genocide jack#komaru naegi#danganronpa udg#dr udg#udg Syo#udg jack#gosh how do you tag this gal#danganronpa ships#ultra despair girls
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Hi! I want to know more about the Water wife, I´ve a really small understanding of this take on Penelope and i wANT TO KNOW MORE!!!!
Thanks for being so kind! 💙
I WILL HAPPILY
(understand that these are just headcanons/my ideas and I'm very silly)
Go through the tag of #my headcanons if you want more stuff though honestly, as...I write a LOT about her.
Not gonna lie, this is a LOT of rambling. Also certain things I won't say as I DO plan to someday write Odypen's courting and I want the readers to "fall in love" with her ALONGSIDE Odysseus. We already know him. But the Odyssey kind of keeps a lot of her intentions/sneakiness hidden on purpose because she's just as much of an enigma to Odysseus as the Narrator in a way. (it's one of the things I love so much about her). I hope to write her in a way that "reveals" HER as well.
Honestly I'll try and tag all my stuff with her with Water Wife (maybe without tm because...that was just for the silly and it's sometimes annoying to dig up the emoji thing on computer)
I take a lot of liberties with everything "nonmortal" (demigods, nymphs, etc.) because honestly it's just genuinely fun to write about plus I'm neurodivergent :P also have chronic pain, so I like writing SOME of my gals doing athletics. Mostly just Penelope and Helen being SUPER into it while other women have some activities they like. Ctimene for example, likes running and Anticlea woodcarving (who Odysseus learned it from)
Also silly thing, but one thing I always try to keep in mind is the idea of "A lot of people write women just reacting and not affecting" and I feel like people think Homer and other Ancient Greek Authors do that when...No. They write very dynamic and complex women. Penelope isn't JUST "sobbing" when the suitors are there. If it weren't for her schemes, she'd be married already. BUT NO!!! She's so cunning and held them off WITHOUT physical force!!!
"She should've killed them-" YEs! BUT there are also the political implications of that and xenia to consider!!! Literally at the end of the Odyssey, Athena has to calm everybody down!!! She couldn't do that without even more angry people coming at her!!! rtdyfugh ANYWAYS
I also take "likeminded" and sprint with it. For every shitty/wonderful thing Odysseus has done, she's rooting for it or would do something similar. They're as full of love as they are full of hate.
These two are that "evil couple" sometimes. She's sitting in his lap and they just humiliated someone publically and laugh at them and then they start nuzzling noses, giggling.
She's prideful in many ways as well and she's not against throwing someone under the bus if she needs to and WILL blackmail. You're afraid of snakes and she doesn't like you? "Oh my gosh! What do you think of my new snake necklace?"
She's pretty reckless often in her youth (Her and Odysseus both got that Adhd swag). For example, in my one fic's first chapter, it mentions how she ate a catfish that is making her sick. She rushed in and wasn't even thinking about "...Hey, isn't this one kind of weird?" She was pretending she was fine at first when she clearly wasn't as she doesn't like showing "weakness" (plus adrenaline). Also as she just gave birth like, 8-9 months before, she's in a weird funk of feeling strange about how her body has changed a bit despite recovering very well (water helps!). She's soooo happy she took the "beast" down. While sick, she knew she was reckless and mad at herself.
She's actually closest with Helen probably. Her siblings are a bit older than her and as she was born in a creek and quite smaller because of it (Naiads being affected by the waters they were born in) she got teased by some other naiads for quite a while. Helen is also, a little shit, in her own way so these two loved doing silly shit often. (Penelope, Helen, Menelaus, Castor, and Pollux, were this very strange little squad of kiddos who just...did random shit. They each have scars and knicks from their silliness (except Helen and Pollux))
Some of the scales she has on her arms and one shoulder, dry out quicker, from one of the times older naiads got a hold of her and kind of ripped at them :'D "Puddle girl"
It's something she carries with her in a way and when her water breaks with Telemachus, she hides it at first being like "Hey, let's head towards the caves!!!" until Odysseus realizes and he's so frustrated and upset with her has to scoop her up. (her stubbornness and recklessness) He scolds her after everything calms down like two weeks later.
Funny enough, I've had this idea for a LONG time even before I watched the 90's Odyssey. Odysseus just gives that vibe of "I'm not fucking leaving." don't he?
Odysseus: I can't believe you did that. The Canals were closer, Penelope-
Penelope: I know but he'd be so much stronger if he were born in the caves and he is. AND I'm fine!!! I'm actually doing very well.
She hates bracelets. She usually ends up breaking them from messing with them too much.
Athena technically spoke with her first before Odysseus but Athena was WATCHING Odysseus for a longer time.
She's really close with her parents because her eldest sister got married quite young and her brothers are in the military. She goes running with dad often (let me have this) and she enjoys swimming (ofc), running, and pankration (Idk why I think it's really neat but I do)
She's got a scar on her temple that is kind of hidden by her hair from when she got washed away once when she was little (the scars she DOES have are because of her own novice attempts at healing, otherwise she doesn't have really any) and she's got a little crook in her nose, something she's self-conscious about as it was one of her first times "setting bone" with water and so it didn't end up perfect. It's not too noticeable but of course, you notice your own flaws more than others. (When she finally allows Odysseus to kiss her face, he immediately places a little kiss on her nose.)
There's...SO many more but yeah. a lot of basics.
#honestly for behavior? If you're thinking “that's something Odysseus would do.” then yeah. she MIGHT do it a different way#but she'd want the same result#Water Wife#Mad rambles#shot by odysseus#my headcanons#ask#aaronofithaca05
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Who are your favorite simblrs to follow/interact with? I’m talking cc creators, builders, cas content, story tellers, anything in the sims world
ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ! I CAN GET BEHIND THIS! i will try my best not to go off topic.. but most likely it will, i apologize already now XD.
number 1. YouTube wise HANDS DOWN right now is KUREHA on YouTube if you don't know .click on her name.. be blessed with a Sims series that gives you all the spice you need. FUCKING KANA HANA..... you have cute fucking sims, a great story, and some spice and sweetness all wrapped up into one. i am inspired by them.
2. Plantsimgirl... the ambient builds that they build UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH they are so cozy and amazing and ughhhhhhhh ! just go look. i have fallen asleep to their videos before because i was just so relaxed... and calm and gosh they are such an incredible creator...
3. i have watch this gal since she started XD and yes i love watching lets plays of pretty much anything. but Aurora. Og fan i love and loved all her lets plays.. i love that she loves the sims 3 the most. its honestly just great.
4. story wise i am going to have to say @rebouks (brynn and wyatt have me in a fucking choke hold dude...) , @theosconfessions (which i really want to sit down and start fully from the beginning again because mmm i love) @ you, i am enjoying seeing you, where you are taking your decades challenge honestly and I'm not just saying that because you asked me.. but because i mean it. its fucking cool i could never. I am too lazy to stay in one decade XD including doing a whole-ass challenge nope .. i could barely get through not so berry gen 1 okay XD, you are awesome. there is probably more OHHH I JUST STUMBLED UPON THEM ! @ladykendalsims i sat up all night the other night just reading XD its also so appeasing to the eye and the fact it has occults DONE. (Sorry for the random tag XD but I like what you are putting down.)
5. seeing stories and just posts of sims or oc wise fucking @fl0pera who quite frankly handles my shenanigans very well XD and joins me in it. (Ultimate choke hold) ( check out our group chat) LOL I’m sorry I am treating this like a fucking interview 🤣🤣🤣 Jesus anyway..
Just she is fucking awesome and if you don't know her you should! also look at the beautiful sims she makes, all-around panty droppers. This brings me to fucking @plumbewb THAT BEAN IS SUCH a CUTE FUCKING BEING... that beanie's sims give me life in the best chaotic way, they are outspoken and I LIVE FOR ITTTTTT!
Special shout-outs of people I love seeing On my dash but don’t interact with XD I just appreciate and respect what these people are putting down, from the story, to cc, to sims showcases, to just organic..
"i do what I want, this is my page" vibe. The energy... as corny as it sounds is there for me when I look at their creative brains serving out these killer things. I respect them and truly find it so cool that there is a platform where I can watch people like this create such fucking AWESOME SHIT.. because if I remember we are all playing a life simulation game XD and LOOK how we all use it so differently so uniquely. I FUCKING LOVE IT! i love all you fucking nerds @minaevesmoths @onestormeynight @nightlifeseries @cakepopsimss @softplumbs @lowvintagesims @lazyteapot @leosims4 @simandy @thebramblewood @cuddlewhim @1-800-cuupid , Sims4Life, @simsply4 , @pixelvibes @birdietrait
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I’ve decided to resurrect…
Fic Friday! ❤️ Weekly Fic Recs
Years ago, I did this back in the Reylo fandom, but I’m bringing it back for the Saurondriel/Haladriel fandom because: A) I’m still obscenely obsessed B) I’m all about supporting creators and C) Since I’m not currently writing for this fandom, I want to contribute how I can. 😊
Let’s do it!
This week’s recs are…
As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal reading preferences.
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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: Across That Fine Line by @myrsinemezzo
What you need to know going in:
A post-S1 that’s got hype for great reason. After stealing the mithril and Fëanor’s hammer, Sauron spirits away to Mordor with Gal hot on his heels. Once they reunite, things get spicy — we’re talking banter, manipulation (on both sides), a devious and devoted Sauron who’s also terrified of falling too far in love (too late, bro), and a Gal who’s rightfully wary but wants to believe that there’s a way to thread the needle with him. As their journey progresses, so does the depth of their dynamic. Plus! Some awesome inclusions/characters from Tolkien lore. All in all, an absolute must-read.
WIP, Rated Explicit
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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: our souls were made from the stars by SilverWing12
What you need to know going in:
Oh gosh, where to even begin??? This lush, brilliant, meticulously measured slow burn of an AU is something I bask in every update. This story sees Mairon delayed in joining Melkor, and instead, he meets Galadriel in Valinor while she's still a child. Hundreds of years pass in which their friendship grows and grows, building to a point of mutual attraction and affection that is stifling in how well-realized and precarious it feels. The world-building, intentionality, pacing, characterization, and mounting pressure in this fic as Mairon falls deeper into darkness and Galadriel grows more suspicious (though both are clearly in love with each other) is simply luxurious.
WIP, Mature
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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: Queen of the Southlands by @formerlyir
What you need to know going in:
Gal doesn’t find out about Sauron’s deception for years, and as a result, she becomes his Queen. The post-S1 ensuing romance, angst, delicious tension and SCORCHING smut is sublime. Get ready for a delightfully unhinged, very devoted Sauron and a Gal who’s rightfully sharp, incredibly brave, and demands what she’s owed. This fic more than sticks the landing at the conclusion — it shreds it. In the absolute best way. I cheered, folks. Cheered.
Complete, Rated Explicit
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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): Litost by @demonscantgothere
What you need to know going in:
It’s no secret that this story, as with every other story I’ve read by Helholden, is wonderful — expect to see their work on this list a few times at least. That being said, I think Litost might be my favorite. It’s post-S1, but by many years, starting with Galadriel being captured and brought back to Numenor as a prisoner of Ar-Pharazôn and his new High Priest of the Cult of Melkor… wonder who that could be? 👀🙃 You guessed it, everyone’s favorite Dark Lord! The resulting twists and turns in this fic continue to surprise, and the angst and longing (on both sides) simmers. The dialogue between these two, when they really communicate, is stellar at getting at the heart of their every conflict. It will pierce you — and you’ll love it.
WIP, Rated Mature
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The Can't Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: Instruments of Salvation by @scriberated
What you need to know going in:
It's Gal who gets hurt when Orodruin erupts, and as a result, Sauron must save her the only way he can — by forging a bond, all while she still believes he's Halbrand, rightful king of the Southlands. As with all of Scriberated's works, the writing is impeccable, the smut is steamy as all hell, and the characterization is 🤌🤌🤌. As Gal and Hal/Sauron's bond grows in strength, so does the pace at which you'll consume this tantalizing treat of a fic. Stop reading because it's bedtime? Doubtful.
WIP, Rated Explicit
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Me at all these fics:
Don't see your story on this list yet? Keyword: yet. Please don't fret! I can only recommend so many each week, but I am always looking for more stuff to read, share, and generally shower with love, so please feel free to reply with your own fics or your personal faves. I have plenty more to recommend... ❤️
Until next week!
#saurondriel#haladriel#sauron x galadriel#galadriel x sauron#galadriel x halbrand#halbrand x galadriel#sauriel#fanfic#fic recs#saurondriel fanfic#haladriel fanfic
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Bittersweet Memories: Cody Rhodes x Fem reader pt 1 (18+)
A/N: Hey guys! Here is chapter 1 of my first ever Cody Rhodes series. Some chapters, like this one, may be a bit short and won't contain much of explicit material. As the series continues, the chapters will get longer. If you wish to be tagged in future chapter posts (my taglist), please comment to let me know. I hope you all enjoy ♡
Warnings: None. It's kind of short. Apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.
Gif border credit: V6que
Series Masterlist
The current year is 2023. You’re hanging out with your best friend at your house, reminiscing on past life moments together, talking about your very important and special someone who you were extremely lucky to have back in your life again...
"I used to hate him, F/n! He left me and an incredible company behind when he quit and come to find out he co-founded a new company of his own, just to go against the company he once was a part of many years ago." You truthfully spoke to your best friend as she listened to you speak about the man you were head over heels for now.
"Did he realize he would have broken my heart by his sudden exit at first during that time? I doubt it, but gosh, I am beyond happy at what happened a few years later to where we are now." You continued on, staring off into space as your best friend giggled softly at your behavior.
Flashback to the year 2014, when you and him officially first met.
You stood backstage in the arena where Monday Night Raw was held for the night, stretching and warming up for your own match.
While doing some side stretching, you glanced up at your surroundings when your eyes laid on a guy who looked a bit goofy at first glance.
He had on silver and black face paint that made it look like a giant star was splattered atop of his face. Along with this metalic red and black body suit, of course, with stars on them too.
His hair wasn't the color it is in the future, oh no. The man had dark brown hair, almost brunette if you will.
At this glance, you knew you wanted to talk to him, at least introduce yourself to him and get his name.
You took a few steps towards him and instantly smiled at the sight of him smiling at you, too.
"Isn't that like skin tight? Your outfit. How do you fit into it?" You asked flirtatiously but didn't realize it at first.
The man chuckled at your question and smirked as he ran his hand down his chest; "It's what I like to call a 'Mehvlar' body suit. And maybe next time I'll have you be the one who assists me into it."
You instantly blushed and giggled after hearing this response. "What a flirt this guy was," You thought to yourself.
"Hi, My name is Y/n. We haven't officially met yet. I'm one of the newest women superstars on the roster. What's yours?" You asked the guy with another smile.
The young man smiled and held out his hand to you; "In this costume, I'm Stardust, but in reality, I'm Cody. Cody Rhodes."
You widened your eyes in a good way as the name you heard began to ring a familiar bell in your mind. It all clicked for you and you couldn't believe who you were talking to and wanted this moment to last forever.
Your hand met within Cody's, as you both shook hands and again smiled up at one another.
"It's nice to meet you, Cody. If you ever need a friend, I could be your gal for that." You playfully winked at Cody.
The blue-eyed man nodded his head as he chuckled; "Of course, you seem like a nice girl. I'll for sure consider your offer."
Was it getting warmer and warmer in the hallway, or was it just you?
Talking to Cody brought you joy and happiness, even if it was your first time meeting one another. He was one of the sweetest and kindest men you ever met, he was even making you feel warm and bubbly inside.
You hoped he felt the same way about you, too.
"Stardust! You're on next," said one of the backstage managers to Cody. He nodded his head and began to take a few steps forward where gorilla was.
Cody quickly turned back around to face you and smiled briefly; "It was wonderful meeting you, Y/n. If you're free after the show tonight, I'd love to hang out, maybe grab a bite to eat or a drink, only if you want to, of course."
You couldn't stop smiling. You nodded in agreement; "That sounds lovely. It's a date, Cody. Oh, and good luck tonight"
Cody smiled and then waved to you before walking back to Gorilla and having his match as Stardust.
You watched as Cody disappeared further backstage. Your heart and stomach beamed with happy butterflies.
You were excited and couldn't wait to see where this adventure with your new friend was going to take you.
The end ♡
Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. Stay tuned for updates on next chapter releases! I'll see you in the next chapter ♡
#cody rhodes#cody rhodes fanfiction#cody rhodes x reader#the american nightmare x reader#stardust wwe#wwe fanfiction#wwe#fanfiction
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Ohio RTC live-blogging
I watched the Saturday stream, and I documented my thoughts because hyperfixation goes brrrr
HEADS UP
there was a lot of ableism in the chat (I do discuss what it entails below so you’ve been warned) so I was distracted at the end of the stream
-Karnak’s frantic tone during the accident + freeze frame moment, very cool
-them holding up the prizes
-Constance’s mumbled “sorry”
-post-possession Noel and Mischa stuff is so good (the o.e face and shoulder shake)
-I don’t like Ricky’s disability being stolen again, but I do like the fact that they’re happy that he’s happy, seems to be “bro”ing it up with Mischa a bit, I do love that
-JANE! (OVERANALYZES LIKE CRAZY) The way she tips her head a lot like it doesn’t fit her body comfortably. She sounds so timid…awww, honey…she moves a bit like her body is off-balance from the new head, I love the details
-I see evidence of platonic (at least) spacedolls already. Ricky waved at Jane!!!
-BREASTMILK CHEESE SANDWICH EATING BLEGH
-even in the “ocean’s life” segment Jane’s movements are just a BIT off. I think it’s cool when the Jane is taller in the cast, makes me think of a Barbie/pos
Poor gal seems real uncomfy in those lenses tho, can’t blame her
-all of the cast looks like they’re having the time of their life
-Mischa’s mannerisms are already cracking me up
-I am appreciating Noel very much in this production tbh, very sharp-tongued and excellent emoting in the face
-Jane’s delivery of That One Line (I hear it gives you an—)
-despite the small theatre and tech limits because of that, they really do well getting the point across with the props
-gosh props to Noel that change takes too long even in the main show, but he works it
-RICKY’S LIL SHIMMY IN THE BEGINNING OF NOEL’S LAMENT AND HE SEEMS TO ACTUALLY BE PLAYING ACCORDION!!!
-CAN ALL MISCHAS EVERYWHERE STOP BEING SO PRETTY, RESPECTFULLY!!
-THAT NOIR FILM IN THE BACK, I LOVE!
-ngl I’m in love with this Ricky
-these dances are so fun!
-not a ton of Nischa in here with the end of the lament but—
-Constance’s “w h y” after the F word joke
-B O N S O I R
-them adding improv in ESGAL is a bit silly, but oh, RuPaul ref. That blindsided me lol
-RICKY AND JANE ARE GROOVING TO MISCHA’S INTRO TOGETHER AWWWW THEYRE HAVING SO MUCH FUN!!!
-they seem to be sort of un-possessed in TSIA, and Mischa seems a bit more friendly in this production so I think that fits decently
-RICKY HAS A LOW RANGE HEYYYY (Debby Ryans)
-I love how they try to make it like he can’t remember his rap—or can he actually not remember? Either way they played it off like it was on purpose and I appreciate that
-interesting how Jane’s a stand-in for Talia, cuz she could be anyone, she’s a blank body sorta
-I love the dances so so much, how they seem to be fencing Mischa in, and HE SINGS SO WELL, they did their best with the projector and got it across
-The way he just SITS DOWN AWWWW HON HE LOOKS SO SAD
-NOEL AND MISCHA HUG? NOEL AND MISCHA HUG!!!! AWWWWW IM CRYIN they seem so genuine about that whole part! person I’ve tagged said they noticed Mischa is audibly crying for quite a bit, poor dear
-again, Mischa encourages Ricky, I appreciate this! They see the Ricky and Mischa friendship supremacy!!!
-Mischa and Jane acting like generally strange parents and tHE FAKE ACTION SCENES which I genuinely think should have been in the original
-the implication that zolar daydreams came from food poisoning, this poor lad, I know it’s not exclusive to this version but dang
-this Ricky is just very captivating, I think this is a part that takes a lot of…uhhh, chutzpah, to play
-(sees Jane being a very passionate kitty) … (adds to spacedolls evidence folder)
-hehe I love that Mischa is Count Dogula
-also that black hole sound frequency reference made me so happy (“68 octaves below the middle C”)
-this Mischa has ADHD imo and I live for it
-AW JANE HAS SUCH A TINY MEMORY BOX. …big enough for a head. Cruel.
-they really worked with what they had for the background on Jane’s song. The way she blends into the scenery fits. That’s what she’s been doing this whole show. Also her trying so hard to grab her memory box and it’s always out of reach ;A;
-HER VOICE IS EXCELLENT this is impressing me in a bigger way than I thought it would
-the shadows moving!!! the way she can kind of recall knowing them, but not enough to know their faces or names
-the circling with the lights does make me think she’s falling, and the fact that she’s holding an umbrella…and sounds like she’s crying at the end…she’s so alone dude, I care her
-that last note was like a final scream
-Noel and Jane interaction!!! something I never see!!! I love it!
-Ricky is so gentle with Jane ;-;
-THEYRE HAVING FUN!!! SO CUTE!!!
-(chat is ableist about someone either ticcing, stimming, or having a meltdown in the audience and distracts me)
-Sugarcloud was excellent sorry I was too busy being full of rage
-Piano go breaking noises
-“you will soar to great heights” o u c h
-THE GROUP HUG AND THE BACKWARDS ROLLERCOASTER SOUNDS
-AW CONSTANCE AND OCEAN AND RICKY AND NOEL SPINNING EACH OTHER
-MISCHA AND NOEL DANCING!
-THEYRE SO HAPPY
-ACAPELLA DREAM OF LIFE WITH GROUP HUG HITS REALLY DIFFERENTLY
Do I have criticism? Uhhh well it wasn’t perfect but hey, from what I saw they didn’t have a ton to work with (nobody’s fault there) and they used their resources well.
I also constantly have to remind myself of the fact that this show has a cast of at most eight people acting, and it makes sense that it’s difficult to remember all of your lines, and the fact that everybody has a solo song!!!
I dream of some day playing an alto Jane, although I doubt it will ever happen, but I’m not sure I’m talented enough to do with this cast attempted
Also frick the people in chat who were being jerks about that audience member. git gud, Ricky would hate you you’re breaking the one rule
#ride the cyclone musical#rtc#ride the cyclone#rtc ohio#ocean o'connell rosenberg ride the cyclone#mischa rtc#noel rtc#ricky potts ride the cyclone#jane doe rtc#jane doe ride the cyclone#ricky rtc#mischa bachinski#constance blackwood ride the cyclone#noel gruber#tw ableism#tw tics#tw meltdown
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Thanks for tagging me @lqtraintracks and @goblinmatriarch 🤭💖✨
-Three Ships-: ok so last time I avoided hp ships so let’s make them all hp-centric! I mean Drarry as an easy shot, then there’s Wolfstar (but it always makes me really sad so only little nibbles), and finally Ginny serves as my village bicycle where I enjoy her paired with almost anyone I deem compatible as I want to see her thriving in life and experiencing fun and safe partners and finding herself etc etc I adore her. How’s that for a run-on sentence?
-First Ship-: was totally SasuSaku which was then a gateway drug to shipping the angsty boy with Naruto because early internet image searches, man.
-Last Song-: “Blue Spotted Tail” by Fleet Foxes
-Last Movie-: Gunpowder Milkshake - so good about 8/10 for me!
-Currently Reading-: reading through my paired fics for the upcoming Big Bang fest
-Last Thing I Wrote Drew-: yesterday’s drawtober prompt
-Currently Writing Drawing-: today’s drawtober prompt (totally not even procrastinating - not even a little bit)
-Are you named after anyone?-: I am! There’s the Polish jazz singer, Basia Trzetrzelewska. My mom is a big fan hehehe
-Favorite Subject in School-: History! Ancient history specifically
-Do you have kids?-: No, but I do have a circus of cats. They’re currently on a diet and have made the last month a terrible time for my sleep health lolz
-When was the last time you cried?-: so I have overactive tear ducts? So if I laugh I cry and I usually hit a breaking point everyday where I laugh hysterically at something. Today it was a sticker order a customer at work had ordered of an ms paint tracing of a Scooby-Doo ai splice gen where Scooby is eating the Mystery Gang in a giant hoagie sandwich. Yeah. Me and my co workers printed it out to pin to the wall as I cry/laugh/sobbed at my desk.
-Do you use sarcasm a lot?-: Yes but also no but also I just make fun of myself constantly and intentionally act stupid. It’s a great ploy to get others to lower their defenses around you. Not out of malicious intent, just I don’t take myself too seriously in order to save that energy for when it matters. Like when I have to intensely support my friends and partner with very serious-mode love and affection. … this doesn’t make any sense.
-What sports do you play/have played?-: soccer, softball, and swim <— I hate competitive sports and never stuck with them long than a year or I just was a filthy casual doing summer seasons/clubs. I’m more of a hiker and leisure gal.
-What’s the first thing you notice about people?-: the way they hold their shoulders and hands, secondary is their eyebrows and nose. It’s all demeanor and posture for me.
-Any special talents?-: gosh um I can cook really well. Honestly I don’t like eating out and neither does my partner because we turn to each other after and go “Eh it was ok but…” and wish I had done it at home instead. I can fold and make odd shapes with my tongue, can crinkle my fingers in odd ways (double jointed, but they lock badly so no thank you), and I can do some fucking weird voices/imitations but I chicken out in front of others beyond like 3 people, unfortunately for those 3
-Where we’re you born?-: Canada
-What are your hobbies?-: video games, tarot card readings, cooking, drawingdrawingdrawing, and reading
-How tall are you?-: I hover somewhere between 5’6” and 5’7”
-Dream Job-: comic artist / self-employed artist with occasional contract work for publishing/movies. I think if I could completely support myself and have a savings with a Patreon or the like that would make me so accomplished and at ease.
Ok enough of that!! I tag people now, yeah? @mono-chromia @hihimissamericanbi @littlewinnow
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Thank you for the tag my fellow Wolffe lover 🥰 @wolffegirlsunite
Last Song: Billy Talent - Devil In A Midnight Mass yes ok my kinda emo / goth phase still hasn’t left me even at my big age of 31😂😂😂 gosh it brings back sooooo many memories!🫣
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Currently Watching: I am just about to watch the Obi-wan series , and obvs I’ve just finished re watching Clone Wars for the I’ve no idea how many time 😂😂 but I’m also re-watching criminal minds currently on season 2 atm!😬
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Currently Reading: The only books I tend to read are horror & im nearly finished James Herbet the Lair which is part of The Rats trilogy , I would 100% recommend his books! Absolutely fantastic 👌🏻👌🏻
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Current Obsession: I think most of you know my current obsession is our delicious grumpy Commander Wolffe 🥵🥵 but in general all of the Star Wars / Clone Wars stuff are my main obsession 💁🏻♀️💁🏻♀️ but I do have a little obsession for old school WWF/WWE I’m a 90s gal and kinda wanna stay in those times 😬
Let’s get to know you all! @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @rain-on-kamino @firstofficerwiggles @clone-anon-after-dark @freesia-writes @fives-girlfriend @anxiouspineapple99 @shewolfofficial @blueink-bluesoul and whoever else reading this wants to play 🫶🏻
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Worst times: 5, 10, 16
Best times: 5, 6, 12, 22
-mushi
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Worst times:
5) Worst character stans
As a fetus in the fandom I’ve not observed enough to have an actual opinion about this, and tbh I’m ignorant abt most things going on bc I seclude myself (I don’t even go into tags), but I wish for everyone to be relaxed lol. I don’t like extremes where ppl get either overly sensitive about the smallest of things to the extent of hurling accusations and not giving benefit of the doubt enough (we’re after all only seeing a small facet of anyone here, facets that might not even be true because most ppl are only making contents here) OR too insensitive they’re making offensive remarks left and right and not doing proper self reflection. I guess it astonishes me ppl have a lot of energy.
10) What character did you begin to hate because of how fandom treats them?
No one, so far no one ruined any character for me beyond repair (can’t say the same abt any other fandom for ex).
16) Why do you want to fight Himaruya?
I don’t, I think he’s not v relevant lol 🌞
Best times
5) Best fandom interaction
Gosh, actually I got great friends from this fandom! Including u Mushi ❤️, Agie @cookieshower, and shoutout to my fellow Vanya lover and homeboy @justknocking also!! Aside from Golden Kamuy, I am more successful at finding good friends here!!
6) Shoutout to someone on Tumblr who has the best takes abt your favorite character
Of course @justknocking with Vanya baby ❤️❤️I’ve incorporated his headcanons with mine and his Vanya is sooo interesting! (Including Vanya being aroace, I’ve never seen it before and I was fascinated lol). Also got me more into Turkey and recently into Gilbert, and successfully spread to me his vanilla disease, lol (def not complaining).
12) What makes this fandom different in positive way compared to other fandoms
I think many ppl will agree but Hetalia makes me learn more about history and culture etc lol.
22) Why did you start watching Hetalia
Actually I don’t! Still a manga gal, and I only read manga strips (and tbh not even all) 🤣
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Hi Erika! 💙 Thank you again for all of the wonderful discussion about the world’s best grumpy, tsundere spatial mage. You always have such wonderful and thoughtful ideas, and your headcanons are so spot on and delightful! 😊 It’s switching gears a bit, but I wanted to ask you about Demon Slayer (I’ve been on a bit of a KNY kick—lots of excitement for Season 3 I think). I apologise if you’ve already answered this somewhere in a past post, but who are your favourite Demon Slayer characters? Thanks dear! 💕
Hello hello, Acacia~! Sorry for taking forever and a half to answer your question but here's the answer now! (Also gonna tag you @acacia-may to make sure you see this because it's been so long.)
This ask has been sitting in the inbox so long that Season 3 of the anime is currently airing now. Whoops! 😅🤣 I don't think I've answered this exact question regarding my KnY faves, especially since I mostly post Black Clover... So thanks for making me think of Demon Slayer again~! 💖
Now for my favorites, I think I'm gonna go ahead and start with some honorable mentions before listing a Top 5.
I'm gonna talk a lot so the meat of this post will be under the cut.
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Honorable mentions
I've talked about how similar Zenitsu and I are to each other and that's why he's an honorable mention. I vibe with the kid. He's so funny with how extra complainy he is about... everything. Poor child. (Side note: the store I work at sells some KnY character pens and the Zenitsu ones don't sell well and I lowkey feel bad about that.)
And Tanjirou is the MC. He's so sweet and kind to his friends. But he's a strong-willed fighter and knows what's right for everyone. Killing demons is how he saves humans threatened by demons and humans who have become demons. I love the way he learns in each arc, whether it be something emotional or in terms of how he fights. His worldview and morality don't really change but I do feel like he experiences growth nonetheless.
Top 5 Faves
5) Sanemi: I like this jerk, okay? I am drawn to jerk older brothers who secretly love and want to protect their siblings (Nacht, Nozel, and Sanemi have a little club in my mind.) He's a little off-putting at first but you know there's depth to his character when we see how he speaks to Kagaya with such respect. He acts rough but he's thoughtful deep down. And his bond with his mother and Genya! Like! This man is soft deep down, let me have it!
4) Nezuko: Before Nacht was my tumblr pfp, it was actually Nezuko. She is the cutest sister character in any series I've read (which actually isn't that many but sssshhhhhh!). I love her anti-demon flames. I love how she's allowed to fight and get bloody (mostly because she has a healing factor and can get absolutely wrecked but come back from it). She doesn't get to say a lot but she still has strong moments. Like how Tanjirou dreams of her telling him not to worry about their family not having nice things and to just try his best. Gosh, when that got animated I cried... I love Nezuko so much... Baby...
3) Mitsuri: Mitsuri is such a sweetheart! She's one of the two KnY characters that I'd date if given the chance. I love how she carries herself. She wears her heart on her sleeve whether she be happy or sad. Like, her second introduction to Tanjirou is crying openly in front of him. In the present, she's not afraid to be vulnerable. Her story in the second light novel is also really nice as it shows how Mitsuri became the open-hearted gal she is in the present. She went from feeling self-conscious about her reason for being in the Corps to learning how she brings cheer to people's lives and that renewing her convictions. She knows the Corps members have hard lives but her attitude doesn't make light of it. It's okay to have cheer after hardship because bogging oneself in pessimism will only hurt. Also, and this might be me bragging a little but I actually used Mitsuri and Obanai's failed romance in a college essay about romance literature in Japan. It was a silly little essay but to be able to cite one of my favorite mangas for a college assignment was fun (and actually my second time doing it. First time was talking about Daki and Gyuutarou in regards to depictions of "geisha"). I just love Mitsuri a lot and would love to be more like her (attitude, appearance, and ability-wise honestly...).
2) Kyoujurou: I love this man so much that I saw the movie in theaters and cried all three times because man does his death really hit hard in the anime. Kyoujurou is bright and warm and inspiring. While he's unable to help Tanjirou regarding the Dance of the Fire God, he still offers to make Tanjirou and the other boys his students. I think it's a mix of genuinely seeing their potential and just wanting the chance to teach the younger generation but it's kinda hilarious how quickly he latches onto the trio. I really like Kyoujurou's philosophy on life, how the fleeting nature of it is what makes it beautiful (mayhaps he read a bit of the Hojoki in his free time?/lh+j). It's a little sad to see people leave or even die but change is what makes life what it is. Kyoujurou also the second KnY characters I'd want to date so there's that.
1) Inosuke: MY BABY BOAR BOY! From the first panel he was in, he had me entertained. Inosuke is loud and chaotic and fun. I'm not usually about chaotic boys but Inosuke learning what kindness and friendship are are what endear me to him. He's so confused by affection is absolutely the cutest thing. And despite acting macho and like he's supposed to be a leader, all of his major victories are a team effort. Working alongside Tanjirou to beat that puppeted demon on Natagumo Mountain, the fight against Daki, and even in his fight of the final arc. I do kinda wish he had more solo moments though because he should get a little more spotlight, but what he does get, I enjoy thoroughly. He's the character that got me to make a KnY oc (Shizuka) because I wanted someone fiery but also sweet to play off him (and be shipped with him). Inosuke is a feral boy but still a sweet guy and I find that really cute for whatever reason. The bonus chapter about his early life is really stinking adorable as well! It's great! Inosuke is very adoptable in my mind. Thus, he is my favorite character.
#questions from the ask box#full bloomed acacia#soda asides#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#tanjirou kamado#zenitsu agatsuma#sanemi shinazugawa#nezuko kamado#mitsuri kanroji#kyoujurou rengoku#inosuke hashibira
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I posted 221 times in 2022
32 posts created (14%)
189 posts reblogged (86%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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@falsemood
@elytrians
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I tagged 45 of my posts in 2022
#not a fic - 13 posts
#tickle - 12 posts
#tickl - 9 posts
#tword community - 8 posts
#tickle community - 8 posts
#tickles - 7 posts
#not mine - 4 posts
#ler!eddie munson - 3 posts
#not tickles - 3 posts
#if you're my boyfriend - 3 posts
Longest Tag: 71 characters
#twice i tried to type cheese instead of dream and i cant figurenout why
My Top Posts in 2022:
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Jrjrhrhdh woke up had a dream about eddie my beloved eddie munson!!!
Can't remember all of it but a highlight was when we were hanging out and I started throwing little things at him peices of paper or something and he slowly turned toward me (like that scene with Dustin in the last episode) and I just k n e w he was gonna tickle me so of course I kept doing it to mess with him and he smirked at me oh my g o s h and and then AND THEN I was w a k I n g up BEFORE he even tickled me😭😭 but honestly even without tickles that dream was amazing hwmbshejw
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Asked for tickles from my boyfriend (ie hid some of my face and quietly asked him if he minded "doing the thing" and like before that he had kinda been tickling me just tiny bits but after I asked he goes "I knew you wanted me to do that" like I had just proved him right and then he did cause hes sweet and amazing and hrnwhhe but later I looked at him and I said "how did u know I wanted u to do the thing" and he said it was how I was giggling when he hadn't even done anything and I was like man OK fair enough that'll do it
But yeah he's great he's getting rly good at tickling me cause it took a hot second cause a lot of people go for hard squeezes and pokes but those don't work well for me, like 1 or 2 is fine but then they just hurt, i prefer light touches like scribbles and stuff, and we've talked about this (he knows I like being tickled) and he's getting so good at it like I can tell he's picking up on what spots r more ticklish and what spots I rly like and what like ways to tickle me like ugh he does this rly light pinching thing and that shit tickles so bad it's amazing and like just generally he's getting rly good at it.
And when he tickles me he looks at me a lot like I'm cute or something idk it's just there's something in his face and the way he's looking at me that flutters me so damn bad like I already tend to cover my face when he tickles me but I'll like open my eyes and he's looking at me andbhanshwjwh
Sp yeah that's me once again going on and on about my not-ler-boyfriend making his lee-girlfriend a very happy gal
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T community! I have an announcement!
If you think your laugh is ugly, your wrong ❤️
Literally laughter is such a good sound and the fact that everyone's sounds different is amazing it's like our own little happy music yknow.
I struggle with my laugh when I'm tickled cause I don't think it's very cute, it's rly wheezy and generally just not what I expected ig, but I'm trying to like it, cause it's such a happy sound, why would anyone hate such a happy sound
So yeah, just remember that ur laugh is so gosh darn cute I don't care if ur loud or quiet or giggly or wheezy or if u snort or giggle or squeal or if you sound like an elephant singing the blues cause it's literally such a pretty sound
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I like the idea of gojo tickling his students and stuff cause we know he would bruh and that is so adorable but I also think that if they ever tried to get him back that hed turn off his infinity juuuuust a little to let them have a little fun before wrecking the shit out of them after
this headcanon is platonic!
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My #1 post of 2022
Man back tickles destroy me every time. I love them so much. They're not even nearly as bad as half my places but they're so cozy and soft and giggly. And then they stray too far to ur side to rly get u goin for a second. Mmm. I just love back tickles so much
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Rules: Post your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers!
Thanks to @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy, @wanderingspiritys and @secondclassfangirl for tagging me!
Oh boy, choosing just five is tough, but here we go:
Defiance – Black Sails
One of two fics I wrote for the Black Sails Fandom after binging the whole series in 2017 and just having a lot of feelings about Flinthamilton. This is just a fun and fluffy oneshot with a smidge of angst set post series.
Summary: They lasted three weeks at the plantation before James set fire to something.
The Setup – Lucifer
This one was a fill for a prompt I got from a lovely anon on Tumblr, and was so much fun to write. It’s Piercifer because I loved Tom Welling as Marcus Pierce – his chemistry with Tom Ellis was excellent and I do kinda wish they’d done more with his character in the show. But that’s what fic is for anyway, right?
Summary: The ladies decide to set up Pierce and Lucifer. Shenanigans ensue.
Blue Is Not The Only Colour – Red Dwarf
Holy moly, this fic was a long time in the making – eleven years, to be precise. I’ve been reading Red Dwarf fic for as long as I’ve had access to the Internet, so many a year now, but my attempts to write my own came to a halt in 2009 as I just had too much other stuff going on then. But then the pandemic hit, I got two months off work and the new Dwarf special came out which was hella shippy, so I finally just dived in and wrote the Lister/Rimmer fic I’ve been meaning to write for over a decade. And then I wrote two more straight after!
Summary: Red Dwarf is under attack. All systems are down with no hope of recovery. The crew is doomed. And all Lister can think about is Rimmer’s new purple uniform.
You See Right Through Me – Cobra Kai/Karate Kid
Oh my gosh, how do I choose between all my CK/KK fics? I’ve now written 17 fics for this fandom, which is completely crazy because I’m never normally that prolific – before I found this fandom I was a 2-3 fics a year kinda gal. It’s largely in part to the amazing fandom – you guys are all so amazing and supportive. I’ve chosen this one in part because it’s the longest fic I’ve ever posted and managed to finish, so proud of myself for that, and also because writing tiny ghost!Daniel was a joy.
Summary: When Johnny breaks into a supposedly haunted house for a dare he’s not sure what he’s expecting to find, but it’s certainly not a small ghost from New Jersey with big eyes and an even bigger attitude.
Letters from a (would-be) lover – Morbius
Was Morbius a great film? Possibly not. Did I come out of the cinema the human equivalent of the heart eye emoji, obsessing over Matt Smith’s Milo? You betcha! His chemistry with Jared Leto was the best thing in that movie by a mile and it was actually really refreshing to see a film depict main characters suffering from chronic pain and the way they dealt with it in their day to day lives. Granted, they all ended up turning into vampire bats, which I’m pretty sure isn’t an option for the rest of us, but still. Anyway, I’m really happy with how this fic turned out, so it’s going on the list.
Summary: For Milo, there are good days and there are bad days, but there are also the worse days, the days where the pain takes over so completely that he loses his sense of self, days when he can’t eat anything or touch anything or even breathe without every nerve in his body screaming out in agony.
Milo can tell, before he’s even opened his eyes, that today is going to be one of those days.
I'm tagging @ereiniel, @xaviqrs, @asphodel-storm, @outforawalkbitkah and @missviolethunter and anyone else who sees this and wants to give it a go!
#ask game#cobra kai#lawrusso#black sails#flinthamilton#lucifer#piercifer#red dwarf#arnold rimmer#dave lister#michael morbius#morbius milo#morbius/milo
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Jukebox reviews part 33! For context, see my post “A Project” under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa
Yes (Means It’s Hard to Say No)
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12/10/2016 mc
This is another Jukebox induction, this time centered around agreement and yes sets. It's a very well-done induction, and I'm sure that if I heard it recorded as it was clearly meant to be, it would likely melt my brain into a happy puddle - though my brain, being the particular flavor of ace it is, would probably shrug at the orgasm suggestion with a 'that sounds fun for people who aren't me, thank you" effectively. But technique wise? this is 10/10 spirals.
Weak
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12/17/2016 mc mf mm md fd
this feels vaguely serial recruitment-y, and without even consent from Jack for it, and just is a turn-off for me. Add in the race play element (the concept of a "big, black cock" and ... nope. I'm squicked TF out.
Joyride
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12/24/2016 mc ff md
Gosh, I don't like Darren at all, and even Odetta irritates me by the end of this. I understand her anger, though, so it's easier to give her a pass. This is more body control than mind control, to me, which is a distinction that matters rather a lot to my enjoyment. Between not liking the characters and it being body control, not mind control? 2/10 spirals.
Delirious
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12/31/2016 mc ff
... nope. Pandemic stories just are NOPE.
Red Head Vs. the Pretty Red Bracelet
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1/7/2017 mc mf md
"which was totally unfair, if either of them had any interest in his being fair" ... I love this line. So much. (I often use the related "who said anything about 'fair'?") And - I've stolen the idea of tying a suggestion to a bracelet from this story, for my favourite redheaded gal, though the suggestion I tied to her bracelet is much sweeter and romantic than this one. (ok, ok, this story doesn't do a trigger so much as an associated anchor, but it still inspired me.)
I love all of this story so much though. It's clever and hot and they clearly have a good relationship and just *yes.* If you like consensual, clever hypnokinky shenanigans, give this story a read! 10/10 spirals
Entangled
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1/21/2017 mc mf md
Another delightful "these folk are clearly in a happy relationship, and I love seeing them get up to shenanigans" story. The suggestions in play are clever and the way Ellen responds is absolutely wonderful. Joe's pacing and rhythm is spot on, too, and I can just see exactly how easily Ellen lets him into her mind, surrenders to his power, and lets him bind her. It's wonderful and I absolutely *adore* stories like this. 10/10 spirals.
Golden Slumbers
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1/21/2017 mc mf md
This is an interesting take on Victorian-era approaches.to hypnosis, and I think I mostly like it. It's truly terrible about consent, of course, but other than that I love how Alexander uses her expectation, her curiosity, and just his force of presence to command her into a trance. The story's focus on just how out of it she is, the way it feels to her, keeps me interested, but it's just missing a little something after the initial induction, for my personal preference. She's so passive, there's not much charge to it, to me. 8/10 spirals.
Passenger
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1/28/2017 mc
This reads as an induction to be recorded, but recorded with a specific person in mind - a new partner, being trained to respond, being brainwashed into the sort of pet they want to be for their dominant partner. It feels vaguely like I"m seeing somthing not meant for me, in that way. But at the same time, it's a lot of really good content to consider for any hypnotist playing with a new partner. Things like defining what safewords mean, adding in safeties like "when it's safe and comfortable" and in general how to take care of a hypnotee, while also doing hot things like brainwashing them. 9/10 spirals.
His Eyes, Her Eyes
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2/4/2017 mc mf md fd
This is a fun premise, for sure! And they both play into it so well. The sense of the rules we're given, the way they both follow them while being as unfair as they can manage, it's all really good. But the competitive edge feels just a bit ... not quite *meanspirited*, exactly, but something in that space, and that takes me out of it a little. Otherwise, this switch fight is lovely. 7/10 spirals.
Out of the Black
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2/11/2017 mc ff
Nope, I can't with an image of swimming that deep underwater. I just can't. *shudder* I had to nope out a paragraph in.
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Oh my GOSH. This thought occurred to me and I pray it inspires you because I need to read it desperately. Javi x reader where she’s a relatively new agent who clicks with javi immediately and they have an unspoken thing. How would javi respond if Carillo not so subtly threatened the reader for not getting with the (very violent, shoving out of helicopter, child shooting) program? I’m always a fan of a protective Pedro 😭
*maxwell lord voice* am I the protective pedro character gal now? ill take it~
ANYWAY, hope you enjoy, anon-I had some trouble with this, as I’ve never actually seen Narcos! I watched this specific episode for this, but I would guess pretty much every character is OOC lol. Spewing it forth anyway because I’m a hurt/comfort sucker...
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Summary: Carrillo's unorthodox methods force Javier to examine his own feelings.
Pairing: Javier Peña x Female DEA!Reader (no Y/N)
Rating: M (Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence [no smut])
Words: ~4000 (AO3)
Tags: Canon-typical violence, language (cursing), protective Javi, Carrillo's a jerk, fighting, soft ending, emotional hurt/comfort, death of a minor character, death of a child, references to drugs/police/DEA
Notes: This is a direct retelling of the scenes in S2E3, when Carrillo shoots a teenager. The violence depicted is minimal and non-gorey, mostly focused on the reader's reaction, but I felt the warning should be there.
“Javi, stop,” you plead, swatting his hands away from your tac vest. He outmaneuvered you, tugging tightly onto another strap as you sighed, the air escaping allowing him to pull it that much tighter around your waist. “You do this to Steve, too?”
“No. Steve can do it himself.”
“So can I,” you retort with a roll of your eyes, and Javi tightens one last strap at your shoulder, then pulls you by the top of vest to center it on your torso. Satisfied with his work, he pats you on the shoulder before turning to look at the rest of the scene. Carrillo and his men are similarly suited up, as much protection as their slim budget can offer under their casual clothing, though they are all strong and well-built. You’re the only one obviously wearing the vest, your unforgiving blouse giving too much away, unlike the linen shirts most of the men wore. You follow Javi over to the Colonel, who is outlining instructions in Spanish to his squad; fan out, search the area. Find those bastards. Carrillo turns to you and Javi, exchanging a nod before moving on his own path.
You were instructed to follow Carrillo’s lead, the search for the men behind the slaughter of his squad under his jurisdiction. You and Javi exchanged a silent look, both bracing your arms to hold your guns at your sides before you, too, split up. You each had your own path to follow, and with the downed officers, men on the ground were thin; too thin to pair up.
This was the first time you had even been out in the field since moving to Colombia. You were new to the DEA, fresh-faced and green, called in for the ongoing war against drugs as more and more agents grew tired of the fight. You were immediately placed with Javi and Steve, a third person to round out their mostly successful duo, to “provide a different perspective as the two men became more and more alike,” according to the ambassador. Somehow, though, the ambassador’s plan fell through-really, you were a third wheel. Javi and Steve went out in the field, kicking ass, taking names and you…manned the tip line.
You would have been okay with it, had your Spanish been better, had the three of you switched on and off for who had to deal with the outlandish calls of the day. But Steve knew less Spanish than you, and Javi seemed to turn the line into something else entirely, calls stretching for long periods of time and clogging the number as he spoke in hushed tones to various “informants.” You shuddered thinking of it, and therefore accepted your post, the only one willing to placate clairvoyants with active imaginations and overly concerned abuelas who were peeking their noses into men they thought worked for Pablo Escobar.
Still, you were successful, receiving the tip that led to tonight’s mission for the murderers. So when Carrillo benched Steve and brought Javi with him, you knew this was your shot. The Colonel needed people, and you were itching to get into the weeds of things again—Carrillo was apprehensive at your fresh face, but with a bat of your eyelashes, he left the decision to Javier. Javi reluctantly agreed to let you come along in Murphy’s absence, chain-smoking a few extra cigarettes in the office as the time for the mission approached, huffing and angrily shoving files around when his fingers left his mouth.
You weren’t sure what his problem was, but you knew him well enough to know something was up. You and Javi had been friendly since you arrived a few months ago; always on the same wavelength when it came to theories and planning. Steve often remarked how you were a “female Javi,” which you took mock-offence to, but it was true; the two of you just clicked. Outside of work, you spent hours on his couch, mulling over classified files that you didn’t ask the origin of; him with a glass of whiskey, you with a glass of white wine. You figured he kept it around for his rotating cast of “informants,” always taking a larger swig when you thought of the intended recipients.
You weren’t immune to Javi’s charms; however, you were warned immediately by the ambassador that interoffice affairs were prohibited. You twisted your face in confusion, but the second Javi walked in to her office, a smirk and a “Hi, cariño” on his lips, you understood. He was undeniably attractive, broad shoulders and pillowed lips always smirking in your direction, a contrast to the scowl he normally wore, but you tried to shut down the “cariño” nickname immediately, wanting to be taken seriously in your new role. Still, you had watched the man flirt with anything with tits, an unidentified pang in your chest when he complimented the new secretary or eyed up a woman on the street. You tried not to let that bother you, allowing your friendship with the man to blossom instead; he was handsome, sure. But he was also kind and thoughtful, and funny when he wanted to be. He had puppy-dog eyes that could rival an actual puppy-dog, but he was fiercely loyal to you and Steve, and you knew that he would have your back when things went awry, as evidenced by the meticulousness with which he strapped you into your tac vest.
You creeped through the back alleys on your assigned path, light footfalls barely masking the tremble in your breath. Walking alone at night as a woman in Colombia always sent a shiver down your spine, gun or not—but doing so in search of cop killers made the hair on your arms stand on end. You tried to push the thought away, rounding another corner with your back to the brick wall as you continued, until suddenly, you heard muffled yelling in the distance. Too unclear to make out the words, you recognized the gruff tone as Carrillo, figuring he found the perps.
Without thinking, you abandoned your route, running toward the source of the noise. Your footfalls remained silent, gun outstretched as you tried to sneak up on the group in case back up was needed. Carrillo had four or five people kneeling before him, hands on their heads as Javi and some other members of Carrillo’s team stood by. You slinked forward, hearing Javi mumble inaudibly under his breath, trying to get a better vantage point when you realized—the people on the ground were short. Too small to be adults, your mind raced to put the pieces together—they were kids. One no older than 12, the others more likely in their teens. And Carrillo was walking back and forth with a gun to their head. You let out a small gasp at the sound, your hands falling limp to your sides in shock as Javi turned to you, searching for the noise.
The next few moments happened in a blur. As Javi looked to you, Carrillo pulled the trigger, sending the limp body of one of the boys to the ground. You shrieked, seeing it all—your body folded over in protest, knees buckling and you were unable to remove your eyes from the boy. Carrillo dismissed the remaining children, all scrambling out of the alley as Javi wrapped his arms around you, holding you upright. You wanted to scream, to cry, but nothing was coming out; instead you started to dry heave, bile rising in your throat as you gagged, spitting the acid at your feet; he still held on. Carrillo paid you no mind, walking in the opposite direction to his car; Javi stood with you, turning you away from the dead body and stroking the back of your head as you sobbed dryly, shock rendering him mute.
He had delicately placed you into the car before getting in himself, the drive back to the embassy silent other than your heavy breaths. Steve was waiting when you arrived, but Javi pushed past him, whispering in your ear that he would drive you home and guiding you into his own car. When Steve pressed for more information, Javi finally broke from his silence.
“Carrillo put a gun to the kid’s head and he pulled the trigger. To make a fucking point,” he held in a sigh. “She—she watched the whole thing. I’m taking her home. We good now?” he asked, not waiting for an answer as he slammed the car door behind him.
You weren’t surprised when Javi wordlessly passed your apartment building, instead pulling into his own. You weren’t surprised when he led you up to his apartment, when he uncorked a fresh bottle of white wine, when he poured himself a whiskey. When you both sat wordlessly, staring forward into his living room, silent and still, drinks untouched. What did surprise you was your own voice, breaking the silence.
“He was just a kid,” you whimper. Javi sighed heavily, taking a swig from his glass. Neither of you looked at each other, intently studying the patterns in the floor instead.
“I know,” was all he could muster out, deep and gravelly. He took a larger swig, emptying his glass; yours remained untouched as he poured himself another, breathing in the aroma deeply.
“Do—do you ever think that maybe, we’re just as bad as they are?” you ask quietly, and Javi finally looks at you to see tears streaming down your cheeks. He places his glass on the coffee table to reach a hand to yours, intertwining them when you open your palm to him in silent invitation. His hand sits heavily between you, grounding you into the couch as he squeezes lightly, pulling you closer to him until your head rests on his chest, his free arm pulling your legs over his lap and holding them there, rubbing softly at the denim of your jeans. It’s the closest you’ve ever been to him, but your brain can’t process that. All it sees is the twisted face of the boy in the alley, his blood pooled on the ground. Javi’s chest rumbles, a unique comfort to bring you out of your stupor when he speaks again, unwrapping from your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders before encasing it again.
“Not you, cariño. Never you.”
Time passes slowly in Javier’s arms. Neither of you move much, occasional twitches as muscles relaxed and settling chests when deep breaths finally escaped. You didn’t say anything, didn’t have to; the boy’s death weighed heavily in the air, and before long, the sun was nipping at the Colombian sky again, brilliant pinks and oranges coloring the landscape out Javier’s window. Neither of you had slept, listening to the other breathe softly as you sat stone still, but the deep ache in your bones was from more than lack of sleep. The unwelcome intrusion of light caused you to finally unfold from each other, Javi groaning as he stood to stretch his back and tossing you a linen shirt. You pulled it over yourself, a slight grunt as the crick in your back stretched with your arms, tucking the ends into your jeans to make it fit more appropriately as you walked back to Javi’s car and back to work.
Carrillo was already there when you arrived, him and Steve arguing in hushed tones in one of the conference rooms along the back wall. Just the sight of the Colonel turned your stomach, your eyes quickly averting as you made eye contact with him, instead focusing on the linoleum as you trudged to your desk. A steaming mug was placed in front of you as you sat, warm and black, its pair held deftly in Javier’s hand as he settled into his own desk, flipping through files languidly.
The day moved slowly, but a different type of slowly than the night before; the night in Javi’s arms moved like molasses, slow and sickly sweet, calming as it ran fluidly. The day moved like tar, thick and pungent, plopping to the ground in jarring segments as a phone was hung up too aggressively or a secretary’s high heels clacked too loudly. You returned a few of the tip line calls, mostly fruitless nothings until one call got directed straight to Peña, which he readily took and followed up on, alone. When he returned, he gestured for you and Steve to meet him in a conference room; you almost fainted when you saw Carrillo sitting at the table when you entered, but you kept your gaze down, unwilling to engage.
Javier outlined his tip, despite Steve’s incredulous negging, for a lab deep in the jungle; you tried not to wince at his mention of his CI, remembering the ghosting feeling of his arms wrapped around you instead. Once Carrillo agreed, Steve and Javi nodded in acknowledgement; your eyes were still trained on the map in front of you, until Carrillo’s gruff voice rang out.
“You have a problem with me, princesa?” he practically growled. You chose not to answer, focused on the map in front of you as Javi and Steve stood in thick silence. Carrillo shoved the map away from your line of sight, standing and stomping over to you before grabbing your chin to turn your eyes to him. “Huh? Don’t like my methods?”
You swallowed harshly, meeting his gaze but still unable to form the words. You knew why he did it, you knew he was deeper into this fight than you would ever be. But the boy’s face still haunted you, ghosted behind your eyes as you fought the tears pricking them. Javi had started at the man when he touched you, Steve holding him back with a hand out to his side as the Colonel spoke again.
“That’s fine. You don’t like it, the airport’s that way. Get your pretty little ass on the next flight home, princesa—” he seethed, continuing. “You either get with the program, or you get sent home in a body bag.” He’s in your face now, hand taught on your cheeks as he spits venom. Steve finally lets his arm down, knowing nothing would stop Javi after that threat; Javi makes good on his reputation. Within seconds, Javier shoves Carrillo off of you, the pinch of his fist leaving your face to throw a punch at Javi, which he dodges. Steve practically pulls you out of your chair and out of the way as the men grunt and shove each other around the room, fistfuls of shirts exchanged as they move. The two skirmish until Javier has Carrillo pushed against the wall, breathing heavily into each other as pure rage flashes across his eyes; you’re unable to hear their low conversation as Steve stands between you.
“I thought you were all in,” Carrillo growled, the two speaking quickly in Spanish.
“I am.”
“Apparently not when some stupid bitch gets involved.”
"That ‘bitch’ got you your last intel, you bastard,” Javi responds, pushing Carrillo a little farther into the wall as the man smiles wickedly. “You threaten to send her home, you send me home, too.”
“Must be some great pussy,” Carrillo retorts, and Javier lands a punch straight to his nose at the insinuation, hoping you were too far to hear. Blood is running down Carrillo’s face as he chuckles, Javi breathing heavily in rage, when finally, you speak up.
“Listen!” Your voice is almost shrill as you cut in, Steve doing little to hold you back either. “If we’re gonna get Pablo, we’re gonna get him together. So--are we getting this lab or not?” You ask, watching Javi release Carrillo slowly from the wall. The Colonel storms out of the room with Steve on his heels; you barely get to look at Javi before he storms out as well, the testosterone thick in the air.
It doesn’t dissipate on the drive to the lab, Carrillo holding a cloth to his bloodied nose as Javier speeds more dangerously than usual. You and Steve exchange silent looks in the backseat until Javier throws the car in park, your crew stepping out into the muggy jungle. Carrillo, Steve, and some of his men lean on the hood to outline their plan; like the night before, Javi is strapping on your tac vest, and you do little to stop him as he presses the Velcro at your shoulders.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Prove yourself to him. To any of us,” Javi says lowly, continuing with the straps. “You’re already the most valuable person on our team.”
“I doubt anyone thinks that, Javi,” you scold him as he fastens the last of the straps, a little pent-up aggression slipping through as he presses the last one into place harshly. Like before, he pulls on the shoulders to center it, then rests his hands there as you look up at him through your lashes.
“You’re the most valuable to me,” he clarifies before walking away. He leaves you no room to retort, to really even process the meaning behind the words; the men are moving down the rocky terrain toward the lab, you and Steve with Carrillo and Javi with some of the other men. The raid goes as well as you expect; the first few down without a fight, the rest downing officers and their own. You try not to wince as you hear every gunshot, every splash of blood spilled, every twisted face to join the boy’s from the night before. You land a few good shots, almost on autopilot, saving Carrillo from a bullet meant for him when he turns his back. He nods in silent thanks, capturing the higher profile targets before leading the team back out into the wilderness.
The ride back to the city is quiet but less tense, adrenaline still coursing through the group until you make it to the office; the four of you stand around the cars as the next moves are made.
“Murphy, you coming?” Carrillo asks, and Steve only nods, starting his walk to the helicopter that holds the targets. The blades of the chopper are almost deafening, but you see Javi open his mouth to come along to, until Carrillo speaks again, low enough only for the men to hear.
“You're not coming. You need to talk to your girl--she's either in, or she's out.” Javi nods, watching as the Colonel makes his way to the helicopter before it takes off. Javier leads you back inside, a hand ghosting over your back until you make it safely to your desk. It’s late, the office mostly empty, and you begin to tear the straps to your tac vest until larger, calloused ones cover yours. You look to Javier, standing a breath away from you, hands lightly resting on the strap in silent permission. Once granted with a nod, he pulls the straps excruciatingly slowly, undoing the ones at your hips first, left then right. You take a deep breath of him, of his face just barely inches from yours as his hands ghost up your arms to your shoulders, unstrapping the ties there too, left, then right. All at once, the vest falls between you both, a heavy clunk on the floor, but your eyes never leave Javier’s. You’re holding your breath tighter than it's held in the vest as he searches your face, hoping, praying he’ll give in to whatever unresolved tension is left unsaid. Between his words to Carrillo, his words before the raid, your head is swirling. Instead, he pulls away; your breath finally releases.
You absently answer a few more tip line calls while Javier types up his report, barely processing the words of a little girl who saw the telephone number in the paper and wanted to tell someone about her cat. Steve trudges in at some point, worse for wear; he pours himself a glass of whiskey, drowning himself in it; you both choose not to ask. When the time comes for you to leave, Javier again leads you wordlessly to his passenger seat, driving slowly past your apartment and to his instead. You follow him in quietly, patting off your shoes at the door as he pours another glass of white wine, finishing the bottle, and a tumbler of whiskey for himself.
“Shouldn’t you be saving some?” your tongue moves faster than your mind, continuing to vomit words when he looks to you confusedly. “You—you said you got today’s tip from a CI. I—I thought you might need it for her.”
“I buy this for you,” he admits quietly, the bottle clanging in the trashcan as he tosses it. “Only you.” You swallow harshly, an apology on your tongue that can’t come out; instead, you swig the wine, allowing it to burn your throat. Javi turns from you, walking from the kitchen to his couch with you on his heels. You sit in much the same pose as before, both slightly too far, both staring absently at the floor until you speak again.
“It—it got easier, today. Seeing everything.” He knows what you’re referring to without further explanation. “Maybe I’m just as bad as them after all,” you announce smally, swirling your glass before taking a swig. Javier mirrors Carrillo’s actions from the conference room, though this time full of tenderness, grabbing your chin and turning your face to him. There’s no tears, no blood-stained cheeks; only eyes full of remorse, lips begging to be kissed. He looks straight into your eyes, keeping his thumb on your chin as he speaks again.
“Not you, cariño. Never you.” You nod absently and mirror your previous actions, pulling your legs over his lap on your own accord. His arms slip around you easily, holding your head to his chest as one hand rubs absent circles on your hip. Your drinks are forgotten on the coffee table, light breathing the only noise in the apartment until you speak again.
"You know--if I'm not bad, then you aren't either," you reassure him, tracing absently over the seam of his shirt. You knew the past few days were weighing heavily on him, too, and hoped you could provide the same comfort he so readily gave.
"Why do you say that?" he questions honestly.
"Steve always says we're two sides of the same coin. So if I'm not bad, neither are you," you explain. Javier nods, continuing to hold you close; you can tell he just barely believes your words. The silence hangs comfortably between you as you war within yourself, but like before, your tongue moves before your brain can catch up.
“Hey, Javi?” He hums in acknowledgement, eyes downturned but focused, and you turn your head to look up at him. His hand stays on the back, supporting it as he shifts his gaze to your face instead. You swallow before speaking again. “You’re the most valuable to me, too.” He stays there a moment, eyes searching your face for a trace of anything, until you inch that much closer to him, noses barely bumping. You both breathe heavily into your shared space, eyes averted as the tension grows between you. When you lean that much more forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, Javier finally closes the gap, bringing your head towards him to envelop your lips with his. The kiss is electric, like a knife cutting through the tension between you, fireworks exploding in the background. You’re almost surprised when he releases you back, his hand still resting on the back of your head as he rests his forehead to yours.
“You—you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that,” he whispers, and you fight a shy smile, pressing your lips back to his chastely instead as you murmur into his mouth.
“It’s you, Javier. Always you.”
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Saudade
Requested: sort of, thanks for all those notes on part one
Pair: Arthur x female reader
Words: 2,2k
Series: “Isn’t it a little late for serendipity?”
No summary for chapters avaiable!
Note: I was so surprised, when Say Hello got so popular, even though it wasn’t a Tommy story, but I’m quite fond of it and I have some ideas for this little adventure. I will keep the chapters short, but write more of them.
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It was noon, as the clocks and bells announced it and Arthur was still in the little back office from the Garrison, pounding over the books and trying to figure out the math. Well, he didn’t, because he stopped paying attention, when he heard the door opening.
For the first time in a while, he had… an appointment with somebody and it wasn’t business related, but it also wasn’t quite romantic, which was why he refused to call it a date. He was way too old to run around with those charming, lovely girls or even dating them, but surely one has been stuck in his mind for weeks now.
She was perfect in every way. Her smile was bright as the sun on a day at the country fair and he loved her chipped tooth lurking beneath her lips when was laughing. And she did it a lot. Arthur was surprised, when he found a woman, who had just the same, wicked taste of humor as he did. Gosh, he loved how she laughed and how she walked and how she talked. There was something melodic about her and she radiated some sort of energy which seemed to cheer everybody up with just one look of hers.
And since he had met her, he was getting better too. Even his siblings noticed, him smiling all the time. He seemed to be at peace for once, but beneath new found hope in life there was still a dark twist within his mind. Arthur knew, he loved her and wished for her to be his and only his, but on the other hand, he knew… he was too old, she was too young and too beautiful for him and… one day she would leave him. No, not just him, but Birmingham. Her stay in this wrecked city was temporary and when she was gone, it was final.
But the worst thing about this was… he even helped her, getting away as soon as possible. Not on purpose, of course. However, Arthur had promised her, he would do everything he could to find her father. And when she had found the soldier, who had once made sweet love to her mother, whether he was dead or alive, she had no reason and no intention to stay. Just imagining her leaving, waving from a boat or a train or a cab, left a bitter taste in his mouth, other than the usual bitterness from a mixture of whiskey and cigarettes.
Even though his mess of thought he could hear her voice, but then he realized it was not just his fantasies. She had arrived just now and while Arthur glared over to the clock in the corner, he noticed, he was almost late. So, he stood up and was about to step out of the little back office, when he eavesdropped what Harry just said to her.
“Not even a beer? I thought since you spend so much time with Arthur, you would be pretty familiar with the taste of alcohol now.” The barkeeper laughed muffled, as if he was afraid, somebody would notice, how he was joking about Arthur.
But Harry was right. Arthur has been bad influence on woman all the time, especially in his youth. Once he did two girls behind a church just because he was bored that day. And he had never spent a second thought about those gals. Maybe it was time to admit, he had never cared for the people surround him either. His family, yes, Lizzie, yes, but besides that… no hard feelings for anyone… anyone but… Y/N.
The girl laughed and explained: “No, not even a beer or a cider. I just don’t think I should do such things, when my parents aren’t around… And Arthur is the last person, who would force anybody to drink.”
How wonderfully wrong she was.
John’s drinking problem and three of his children were enough to proof how wrong she was. Arthur was greatly encouraging when it came to another round or two.
Nevertheless, her innocence made him smile once again.
Just this once his fear of abandonment and self-doubt vanished. He had nothing to lose on this one. She was too naïve to be with a man like him and he wouldn’t dare to touch her. So… no relationship whatsoever. Even if his balls turned blue, it wouldn’t happen. Just nah, but it also meant, she couldn’t abandon him like all his former girlfriends did (and his mother, but that’s another issue now) nor could he push her away, because he couldn’t commit quite well. This once he had nothing to commit to.
Sooner or later, she would leave and the friendship should remain as it was pure and innocent.
Which was why, he didn’t have to hide and spy on her any longer. With steady steps he went to the bar and greeted her. “Oh, you got yourself a cup of tea, huh?”
“Yes”, she gushed: “Just like you told me, I got myself some good English tea.”
Arthur chimed in and had a good laugh about it as well. Nobody listened to his advice before. Not even Finn, that little brick head. Carefully, as he has never been before he asked: “Do you like it?”
Her answer was an enthusiastic nod, after she had emptied the cup. Just as dorky as her overall appearance, she slit down from the bar stool back on her feet and declared: “We can go now or otherwise the office will close.”
She really had a point there, so Arthur guided her to the entrance and held the door open for her to walk through. Side by side, they went down the Watery Lane for everyone to see. No, they weren’t holding hands, but still everybody was starring. Maybe it was still highly unusual to see Arthur Shelby with a young lady like hers or it was her exotic nature, nevertheless, Arthur felt uncomfortable being watched like that. He didn’t want her to think, he was somehow more important than he was.
Sometimes he thought he was just Tommy’s older brother, even though he was well aware he was not just a regular Blinder. It was just the darn stupid self-doubt which made him feel so small and irrelevant.
“People keep watching us”, she noticed and laughed: “Why do they do this? It’s not because of me, isn’t it? My neighbor has told me, it’s dangerous around here for a girl like me.”
Arthur still haven’t had the guts to tell her, this was about him. Because of who he was and who is family was. “They are just…”, he fumbled for words to say, which weren’t a lie, at least not technically: “stunned… because of your… looks. They haven’t seen such a pretty thing before.”
“Oh, dear, you’re flattering me!” She was hiding her face behind her hands.
His heart was beating faster, when he watched her closely. Now he was just speaking the truth. “And all the girls around are jealous, because they can’t compare.”
They took a walk around town and he really just had eyes for her. Everything else seemed to fade into the background and she was like the actress on a big screen.
Even time flew, when they were together. A full afternoon of talking to secretaries and important people in the registrar's office and he still didn’t feel drained or exhausted. Arthur was glad he kept her company, while she tried to find some information about a guy named Keith Haroldson. They still had pretty much nothing about him yet, but that’s just meant Arthur was lucky enough to spend even more time with her.
Well, maybe, it would have been smarter or faster to use his power as a Shelby to get said information, but Arthur was reluctant to use his family name on this issue. She should get involved with any kind of business and Arthur would go an extra mile just to keep her away from all this shit.
Actually, he did. They took a different route home. Primary, to avoid the stares and secondly, he liked to walk her home.
However, he was caught up in his thought again, when she pulled his sleeve.
“Arthur! Look, that’s the nice little café I told you about!” She pointed at a red door and one small shop window with a golden sign with said ‘Waterfield Bakery’. A part of his brain did remember the conversation with her, just the details were a little blurry.
He nodded, like he knew what she was hinting at, but he was fucking blindly guessing. “Do you want to go in there? We still have plenty of time.”
With big eyes she starred at him. “But it’s so expensive”, she whispered as if her words were in some way offensive. Might have been for the baker, but certainly not for Arthur and even though he tried not to brag with the wealth or power of his family, he couldn’t resist to fulfill her wish.
No second thought had crossed his mind, when he took her hand and guided her over the paved street. “Fuck it, I’ll pay you anything you want.”
When they entered the café, she rushed right to the glass cabinet with all sort of cakes and Arthur realized what he just did. He turned this appointment into a date. A sigh left his lips and not because he didn’t want this to happen, but because he wanted this oh so much. This feeling in his chest was strange. Gosh, he had almost forgot how true happiness felt like.
She picked a cake for herself and then turned around to Arthur, expecting him to order something for himself. The Shelby shook his head and grunted: “Nothing for me, Miss. Just serve the lady.”
Then he sat down at a table in the corner and lit a cigarette. Somehow, he was sad, because he was falling for her more and more every day, knowing he had to say Goodbye to her eventually.
His fucked-up brain didn’t let him be lighthearted, not even once. Arthur took a drag from his cigarette and followed her with a distressed look in his greyish eyes.
He had no right to look at her, wanting to do all those things with her. Not all of them were plainly sexual. Some of them were just as innocent as her. Arthur had this little fantasy how he would brush her hair, when she was too tired to do it herself and slowly, she would fall asleep in his arms.
Those pictures in his mind were torturing, almost mocking him for having needs, which were never about to be fulfilled. He hated himself for his longings. Yes, he wanted to be loved and held and cared for and he wished it was her. Some part of him said she was the right person for him. She and nobody else, but that was just ridiculous. He was twice her age and a fucking train wreck.
“Do you want some?”, she asked, holding a fork with a piece of cake in front of his mouth.
Reality hit him like a brick on his head. “No”, he answered, while shaking his head manically: “I don’t… I’m not… I don’t like sweets, you know. It’s just not for me.”
She was piercing him with the look in her eyes. The fork touched his lower lip and begged for entrance. “At least try it. You’re the one who paid for it.” This wasn’t a question anymore. It was an order and Arthur had a hard time saying no to that.
So, he did the reasonable thing and opened his mouth. To his surprise, the cake was delicious. “That’s good”, he mumbled, after he had swallowed the cake crumbles. “I mean… it’s bloody incredible.”
Her scolding look, because he cursed again, vanished withing the glimpse of a second. “Do you want more?”
Shyly he chuckled: “No, we can’t… I mean… we can’t just share a slice of cake… in”
“In public?”, she contented: “Why not? Or are you afraid to be seen with me?”
Now he laughed even louder, but it wasn’t honest. He was afraid, she would get in trouble for being with him. Arthur always had a target on his back and he was used to it, but he didn’t want her to get beaten up like himself or Ada or Michael or probably everyone in his family so far.
But Y/N noticed his nervousness and gasped. “You are! You’re afraid-”
“For different reasons than you might think”, he interrupted her: “I have some enemies around town and I want to protect you from any harm, because they would surely come after you, when they don’t get me.” Again, he bid his lip and damned his crazy mess of a life.
“Then I just have to stay close to you, so they won’t try.”
Arthur gave her a confused look, but refused to ask explicitly what she meant by that.
“Everyone is scared of you, Arthur. Do you think I live behind a rock? People talk about you and your family, behind closed curtains and locked doors.”
“And what did they tell you?”
“Oh, just the usual cup of tea, how your family has come to some money and they make their living with betting shops and bars and drugs”
The Shelby had nothing to add. It seemed about right.
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"Let me get you home."
Another one shot for you people out there :>
Tags: bar; night out gone wrong; Hiro being a mysterious hero
Summary: aside from the stress that you accumulated from finals, your ex was a douchebag and well, you both broke up. So, to destress and to welcome summer break, you and your friends decided to spend the last night in a bar. But things somehow went south.
Word Count: 1955
Touching up the last finishes on your lipstick, you grinned widely as you stood up straight and eyed yourself from the mirror. Outfit a tad bit revealing from what you usually wear, hair styled to perfection, face beautifully enhanced with makeup, height towering than normal because of heels.
Perfect.
Now, this is the time to party and get yourself to live a little since college really demanded a lot of you.
And so did your ex.
But he wasn't as relevant right now. So, you shook the thought off and headed straight to the door, grabbing your purse and your keys on the way out.
Off you go to the party.
The loud music blared from the four walls of the place, rousing your adrenaline levels. Anticipation and giddiness were slowly bubbling its way to the surface as you slipped passed the bouncer, together with your friends.
You took a table that was near the bar since some of your friends were ready to get wasted and dance off the stress that finals brought. Besides, tomorrow was summer break so they decided to make the most of it.
You all sat on the couch, one of your friends went to the bar to order your drinks and food. Whilst sitting, you can feel the vibration of the loud sounds reverberating around the place. The smell of mixed alcoholic drinks and cigarettes filled the air as you craned your neck to look for some familiar faces that you'll surely take note to avoid for the rest of the night.
"Who are you looking for? Him? Pssh, how sure are you even that he's here? He's quite the uptight little sucker," one of your friends commented as soon as she noticed that you were craning your neck around.
"What? I wasn't looking for him," you denied. "I was looking for familiar faces around the crowd just so I can take note to avoid for most of the night," you reasoned.
Another friend rolled her eyes, "Don't worry about that. You've been such a kind lass for the past months. Let loose just this time!"
You bit your lip and contemplated, "I guess you're right."
She flashed you one of her most charming smiles, "I'm always right."
You both laughed to that.
"Alright! I got the drinks, girls!" One of your friends set the tray on the table. It was filled with martinis and tequilas.
Each one of you grabbed your drinks and raised them up in the air.
"For this gal right here—" one of your friends gestured to you, "For breaking up with that douchebag of an ex and also for summer break!"
"Hear hear!" You chorus with them before downing your drinks. The alcohol in your system suddenly gave you a rush.
All of you gathered around the table, chatting away and catching up on time that was taken away from complying for the requirements, the final exams and all those things.
"So, apparently, my professor almost dropped me out..." one of your friends started, whilst doing so, she was picking up the fork to taste some of the food on the table, "But I totally got that covered."
"What did you do?" You questioned. The others also nodded in curiosity.
She winked, a sly smile stretching the edges of her lips.
All of you fell silent as you watched her eat a piece of the food on your table.
"WHAT THE HECK, BECCA?"
"HOLY SMOKES, WHAT?!"
"BECCA YOU ABSOLUTE MAD CHILD!"
"OH MY GOSH!" The table went hysterical, but your friend in question only laughed at your expressions.
"Relax girls. I wouldn't stoop that low. BUT, I did use my charms," she threw chips at all of you, "You dirty minded idiots!" She accused.
"What? Like it's you we're talking about! What should we expect?" One of your friends defended herself. You laughed in agreement, nodding your head as you went to pick up your glass of martini, bringing it up to your lips.
"My gosh Madison. I am not that insane, okay? Although, he's hot and all but he isn't my type," she waved her off and casually took a sip of her tequila.
"What about you? What happened with that douchebag of an ex?" Another friend nudged you a bit.
You only rolled your eyes and placed your glass back onto the table. "Well, I was busy with all my requirements. You know, hell week and all. I had a term paper due tomorrow, a lot of assignments, and I had to memorise an entire table that was so complex, it was stressing."
"So as a way of trying to destress, or just clear my mind for a moment, you know, a breathe of fresh air just for a second, I decided to surprise my boy—EX! My ex, with pizzas and a couple of sodas. Turns out he already had company."
Your friends frowned at you.
"He was making out with some... girl. I don't know. I threw the pizza to the both of them, but I also threw the soda cans! And guess what, someone might be having trouble explaining the bruise on his face to his parents," they all laughed.
"He deserved that!"
"You know, you deserve better. He was nothing but obsessive and rude and just... he was toxic! We're glad that he's out of your hair."
You grinned at them, "Awww, thanks girls!"
"Group hug!" Immediately, you were engulfed into pairs of arms. Laughter erupted from your happy hearts at the moment.
They let you go.
"Well, what are we still doing here? Let's dance!"
The night consisted of that.
A few hours later, you were sat on the seat of your table. Legs were sore from all the dancing. Your friends however, were still on the dancefloor trying to snag a date. Or a fling for that matter.
Your bladder was whining that it was full already. So you stood up, taking your purse and phone with you and made the trip towards the comfort room.
You entered a cubicle, and after emptying and satisfying the needs of your bladder, you approached the mirror and decided to freshen up. You opened your purse for your powder.
Whilst retouching, you can feel the heat rising, the temperature steadily rising. You furrowed your brows, immediately focused. You weren't a lightweight, so the alcohol had little to no effect on you as of the moment. And you didn't drink that much... or so you think.
You stuffed your powder inside your bag, and same with your phone, and you sauntered out of the bathroom.
Only to find people screaming, filing out of the door, stampeding. Then you found the reason why.
A fire was engulfing the bar. It luckily still hasn't reached the bathroom yet but it was on its way to blocking your exit if you didn't think fast enough.
Tapping your heels on the floor, you made sure it wasn't on its breaking point. Your furrowed your eyebrows, took a quick deep breath and took off running, sliding under a fallen beam that was on fire.
But the ceiling above you was being engulfed in fire, the lights were giving. You gasped as you braced yourself, waiting for the heavy metal to collapse on top of you. Fortunately, someone caught the hot piece of machinery.
You let out a squeak then looked up to be faced to faced with a robot.
"Hello. I am Baymax. I was programmed to help," it— whatever the thing was— said as he threw away the heavy metal.
You didn't notice the guy that was riding the robot.
"You okay miss?" Your eyes snapped up to where he was.
Reluctant, you nodded. Still not sure whether or not you're okay. But you were breathing so that's a start.
Adrenaline was still slowly coursing through your veins. The robot lifted you up, eliciting a shocked sound from you.
The guy from behind the robot eyed you and uttered, "Let's get you out of here first."
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The firefighters were now on the scene, controlling the flames that continued to engulf the building.
You stood by the paramedics, a blanket was wrapped around your body. A few ashes may have caught upon your hair and you reeked of smoke, but that didn't hinder the paramedic to efficiently do her job. She checked you up, noticed that you were good, and she left you with a sign that you were good to go.
You took a deep breath, you eyes were fixated to the ground. You wondered how you were going to get home since your friends were being questioned by the officials since they were there when the fire started. They're preoccupied. And you're afraid that you'll just have to catch a cab home.
Your eyes widened as soon as you remembered your purse. Your arms cupped your body, trying to find signs of the purse but much to your dismay, it wasn't on you!
As you were about to go hysterics, a familiar colored purse was being handed to you. Your eyes widened as soon as you traced the origin of the arm that was holding your purse.
"T-thank you," you managed out. A quivering hand reaching up to accept the purse.
"You're welcome," he said through his visor. You can see the faint traces of his smile from beneath the tinted visor of his helmet.
A bit crestfallen, you smiled at him, "Glad to know that I'll still somewhat have a way home." You shook your head, a small sad laugh eliciting from your lips as your waved your purse in the air.
Then finally, your demeanor broke. A sigh escaped your lips.
"You okay?" He asked.
"I'm..." you stopped for a moment, eyes trailing down on your heels. "I don't know."
Concerned, he eyed you, "you need to shower up. Get rest. Better than fatigue getting to you."
"Yeah. I should," you trailed off. The happenings finally sinking in.
"Too much action for ya?" He asked, taking his seat beside you. His eyes were fixated on his friends that were talking to the police.
"Too much to take in. Thanks for saving me back there. I could've gotten a nasty head injury," you said, hugging the blanket closer to your body. You got that from the paramedic.
"No problem. That's what I do."
"Are you compelled to do so or...?"
He shook his head, a chuckle eliciting from his lips, "Nope. I just... I just want someone to live through what I do."
You smiled a bit, "That someone must've been important huh?"
He smiled, nostalgia and a tinge of hurt hit him, but with happiness, "Yeah. Very important."
You sighed, a small smile stretching your lips. You stood up and folded the blanket. "Well, I better go home. This has been too much. I just... I just want sleep." You faked a smile and bid him goodbye.
He nodded.
But a few steps later, "Hey wait!"
You stopped dead in your tracks and faced him, confused, "Is there anything...?"
"No. Let me take you home."
You blinked, "W-what? There's no need! You already saved my life so that's enough hassle!"
He shook his head, you can feel him smiling from underneath, "With that dress? Walking down to hail a taxi? Nope. Let me get you home. The city isn't safe at night."
You blinked, feeling a bit warm. A smile was breaking to your lips so you looked down on your feet, biting your bottom lip to conceal the smile.
"You look prettier when you smile. Come on. Let's get you home."
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