#he is the best mmk fight me
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STOLITZØ - FIFTY SIX
Millie watched the boys blush and be awkward and beamed with joy.
“You two are just too f*ck’n CUTE!”
She grabbed Moxxie around the waist and swung him around in a crushing hug.
He squeaked and gasped for air.
Blitzø burst out laughing.
“Well. It seems I may be interrupting a joyous occasion.” Stolas stood in the doorway. “Should I return later?”
“Don’t be silly!” Millie put Moxxie down, rushed over to Stolas and took his hand. “Come join us! Mox was just going to show Blitzø some of the music stuff we brought from home! Weren’t you Mox?”
Moxxie was bent over, hands on knees gasping for breath. He put up a finger as he tried to catch his breath.
“Oh, hun! Don’t be so dramatic!” Millie pulled Stolas over to the bed. “Come on. You’re welcome to join!”
Stolas looked at Blitzø shyly for confirmation.
He smiled back at him.
Stolas blushed.
“Sir.” Moxxie coughed. “I brought some things from home like the doctor suggested. Where would you like to start?”
“I don’t know. What’cha got?”
Moxxie pulled out a HellPad and pulled up a screen of his downloads. He handed it to Blitzø.
“If we’re just speaking music I have several genres. Classical. Contemporary. Broadway. Opera.” Moxxie swiped through the options as he went. “And within each genre, of COURSE its divided into”
Blitzø’s ears started to ring. Moxxie’s voice became this quiet “womp-womp womp womp wooooomp” in the background until all he heard was the shrill scream of the ringing whistle in his head.
F*ck… Don’t snap at him… Don’t snap at him… DON’T… SNAP…
Blitzø felt a hand slip into his and squeeze it reassuringly. He looked over and there was Stolas. He was smiling down at him as if to say “it’s ok”.
And it was ok.
Blitzø smiled warmly back at Stolas and interlaced their fingers.
The ringing stopped. Moxxie was still talking. “Of course if you’re into that sort of thing we could always try this artist over”
“Mox?” Blitzø interrupted him.
“Hm?”
“Why don’t I give that cat one you love so much another try?”
Moxxie’s eyes lit up. “REALLY, Sir?”
Blitzø heaved a sigh. I’m gunna f*cking regret this…
“Yeah. But you’re gonna have to explain it to me cuz I was confused as F*CK in the theatre.”
***
“Ok. So… Explain this to me again, Mox… These are like… What? Stray cats?”
“They are Jellicle Cats, Sir.”
“The F*CK is a Jelly Call cat?”
Moxxie ground his teeth and growled.
“Hun. Be patient. He’s not into this stuff like you are.” Millie laid a hand on his arm. “Why not explain it to him in terms he’d understand?”
Moxxie smiled warmly at her and nodded.
“Ok, Sir. Imagine them like a…” Moxxie flipped his hand and wrist about trying to manifest a description in his mind. “Ummmm…. Ah! A secret society of sorts.”
“Ok…” Blitzø looked at him skeptically.
“Ok. So they get together for a special ‘ball’ to choose one among them who gets to…” he rubbed his chin in thought.
Blitzø looked at Stolas. Stolas shrugged.
“I suppose the best description,” Moxxie continued “Would be that they are choosing one among them to go to heaven and be reincarnated. Have a second chance at life as it ‘twere.”
“Uh huh.” Blitzø nodded. “Mmmk… So. Like. A good thing. Right?”
“Yes, Sir.” Moxxie said flatly. “A good thing.”
“Mmk. Got it.”
***
“Who’s this old dude?” Blitzø pointed at the screen.
“Old Deuteronomy. He chooses who ascends.”
“Well who the f*ck is he that he gets to decide that?”
“Doesn’t matter. He just is.”
Blitzø glared at Moxxie.
Moxxie rolled his eyes.
“He’s lived many lives. So they see him as wise.”
“See? Was that so hard?” Blitzø teased.
Stolas leaned down and whispered to Millie. “Do they even really like each other?”
Millie giggled. “Oh yeah. They love each other.”
Moxxie was fighting off Blitzø’s playful poking finger attacks.
“Just watch the damn show, Sir!” Moxxie flailed his hands, slapping away Blitzø’s pokes.
Stolas raised an eyebrow. “Mmhmm…”
***
“This guy. I like this guy.” Blitzø tapped at the screen.
“Rum Tum Tugger, Sir.”
“Dude’s got swag.” Blitzø bobbed his head to the music.
“He will do as he do do, and there’s no doing anything about it.” Moxxie quoted. “Glad you like him. Because that cat costume you dressed up in when we were messing with the cherubs? That was Rum Tum Tugger.”
“Niiiiiice!” Blitzø winked at Stolas, who blushed and laugh-hooted back.
***
“Who’s this now?” Blitzø perked up again when he saw a ratty, bedraggled character shuffle on stage.
“Grizabella. She used to be a part of the group when she was young and glamorous, but left a long time ago.”
“Ok. I’m sorry. But why the F*CK are they being such pricks to her?”
“They are repulsed by her appearance.” Moxxie shrugs.
“Well f*ck them!”
“Blitzø it’s ok.” Stolas squeezed his shoulder. “It’s just a show”
“No!” Blitzø choked. “Did you hear her song? Grizabella is too f*cking precious for this world!”
***
“You see that?!” Blitzø jumped up in bed. “You f*cking SEE that?!”
“Darling!” Stolas tried to coax Blitzø to sit back down. “Please. You’re getting too excited.”
“Who’d they pick? THAT’S RIGHT! My badass bish Grizabella!”
Millie giggled. Moxxie covered his face in his hands and shook his head in shame.
“VIN-DI-CA-TIOOOOOON!!!!” Blitzø threw back his head and pumped his fists at the ceiling.
“Darling, pleeeease!”
Blitzø felt dizzy. He smiled at Stolas and let him help him back down onto the bed.
“I’m glad you liked it,” Millie laughed. “Aren’t you glad Mox?”
“What have I done?” Moxxie groaned into his hands.
Blitzø laughed.
“You were right, Mox! It really was a good show.” He squeezed Moxxie’s shoulder. “Thanks for taking the time to explain it to me.”
Moxxie looked up from his hands.
“I’ve figured it out.”
“What’s that?” Blitzø raised an eyebrow.
“You’re my Sisyphean task… Aren’t you?”
Stolas snorted.
Confused, Blitzø looked back and forth between Moxxie, Millie and Stolas: Moxxie burying his head in his hands, Millie shrugging and shaking her head, and Stolas desperately trying to cover his tittering laughter.
The F*CK does THAT mean?!
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#helluva boss#blitzø#stolas#stolitz#fanfic#helluva millie#moxxie#cats the musical#vivzieverse#vivziepop#vivienne medrano#brandon rogers#blitzo
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Mmk i completed kirby mass attack little review cus why not!
For the most part the level design is really good and its actually quite challenging to keep all your kirbys alive. The levels are all really well suited to the mechanic aswell.
Ice levels. Fuck those. Those sucked (they always do theres no good ice level ever in anything)
I also absolutely live the spritework in this game... its so adorable and fluid and all the enemy designs are very cool and fitting.
I think the one thing that annoyed me abt it was the boss fights. Most of the time they just dragged on way too long (im looking at you, necrodeus, skull-lord and see-saw plant thing) you also need such speedy precise throws which can be difficult depending how fast you can actually use the tiny stylus. Some bosses were challenging and fun with interesting ideas but others just took way too long and was a case of missing attack opportunities a lot (they go away a bit too quickly in most cases).
Ok ok but the medal system in this game i wasnt sure on at first but i think it works really well! It really encourages you to explore and find them all (they unlock really fun bonus games and tell you how to get all the achievments) and although i was a bit annoyed that you need all of the rainbow medals to fight the final boss but i was gonna grab them all anyways soooo
Also fuck the tilting tower levels i hate those
Story is ok, there are way better stories from other spinoffs but its like just classic evil guy screws over hero, hero kills evil guy, hero goes back home so its not anything that interesting. Necrodeus also has like a really boring design compared to most kirby villains so it was hard for me to really care at all when the game finished. It did feel underwhelming but i guess thats cause theres not much skill involved in tapping the villians face to kill him.
Daroach's little appearance throughout the game is actually really nice. He didnt feel out of place or anything and also tells you where the medals are if you ask nicely. It was nuce seeing him in something that wasnt star allies and seeing all the squeaks.
Also mama bird... mama bird good. Best character
Overall.... 7/10 very enjoyable gameplay wise. Story isnt bad just not very fleshed out compared to most kirby games
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Omg SHEIN has Care Bear stuff and my inner child went
#but I won’t do it#bc I’m not that big of a dork#at least not out loud like that 😆#jumper is so freakin cute#not on me but yes#plus tenderheart gets no love#he is the best mmk fight me#must..turn..away#shopping for ms GOTH Care Bears aren’t allowed bahaha#mkg in a care bear suit maybe...barf#if it was inuyasha tho I couldn’t resist#some things never change#off to read books at playgroup and act like an adult
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Gotta ask, if it's possible can we get some nsfw headcannons for Radagon?
Your wish is my command, anon.
Without further ado:
I've posted this before but I'll do it again: Radagon can and will deny himself sex before fighting. The sexual frustration makes him hyperfocused and hyperaggressive in battle.
...And when he's off the battlefield, woooo. The adrenaline rush has his dick hard, his senses are sharp as hell, and everything in him is screaming fuck me.
Be prepared for a sex-a-thon when Radagon returns home.
Top or bottom, it doesn't matter to him. He just wants you to cum.
He likes missionary because he loves, loves, LOVES making eye contact while he's fucking you or being fucked. Don't you worry, though, he's open to other positions as well.
He's a gentle lover but when he's on the bottom, he wants it rough, mmk?
And ohhhh gosh, when you're fucking him, best believe he'll be crooning in your ear, demanding more, harder, faster, right there.
His kisses are sensual and playful. Your tongues will be playing tag.
Running a hand down his back makes him shiver. Yes, please, try doing it in public and watch the normally composed man blush and clear his throat to keep from groaning.
He's like Radahn in this regard: You're absolutely beautiful to him. He LOVES to admire his partner's body.
A total cuddle bug after sex.
Radagon doesn't too much care for lube if he's on the bottom. He wants to feel every inch of his partner inside him, wants to feel the delicious stretch and burn, wants to feel it tomorrow.
He can go one long round but prefers to break it up so his partner can have energy for the next go-round.
Aftercare, aftercare, aftercare. He will pamper you after sex.
The mornings after will involve kisses and cuddles.
Last one: He goes commando under that skirt.
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idek sighs -- heed the warnings
domestic bliss + soft to hard dom!akaashi with a senpai kink, dirty talk, praising, some degradation, dumbification/mind break, fingering, unprotected sex, slight size kink if you squint, creampie.
unedited. ~1.7k. i love akaashi, what’s new
akaashi has a crazy schedule sometimes, especially when new seasons are coming around and everyone's absolutely scrambling. it's full of headaches he knew were coming but didn't really want, lots of keeping up with artists and making sure they're still motivated and passionate -- sometimes, he's worried that you'll forget how much he loves you, how his motivation to get his work done asap is so he can come home to you and pass out in your arms, how he might not be showing you all the love and affection in the world but,,
more often than not, he can come home at a reasonable time. you might be cooped up in bed or hunched over your desk, but there's always either takeout or leftovers wrapped up for him in the microwave. he gets to eat while you chat with him across the table with a cup of tea or lemon water, never failing to wrap an arm around your waist when you stand to put his dishes in the sink and tilting his head up as far as he can to lay a thankful peck on your cheek. but most of all, he gets to shower with you.
showers are comfort zones for minds like his, able to tune in to the constant beating of water against the tiles. there's no rush for him to get anywhere (unless he's at forseeable danger of falling asleep and cracking his head open), and more importantly, you're there with him. you two get to stand as close as possible under the shower stream so the stream hits you both (he angles the shower head a little bit more in your direction though). often times, he wraps his limbs around your waist and basks in the feeling of your skin against his, warmth and steam clouding the bathroom. akaashi can take his sweet time laying gentle kisses and nips along your shoulder and neck or staring affectionately into your eyes, no need to ever say anything. adoration, gratitude, disbelief, domestic bliss, all melded together into shining blue orbs. other times, he cradles your neck with his pretty hands and languidly kisses you, sometimes pressing with more force as he focuses on just how soft your lips are, how sensual the glide is and burns his nerves, how lucky he is to give his heart to an angel like you.
he loves you so very, very dearly.
sometimes he misses your soft moans and mewls right in his ear, how misty and hazy your vision and head seems to get in the shower. he was a setter, he was the beacon of control, and loves knowing that his nimble fingers can unravel you as much or as little as he wants, as fast or as painstakingly slow as he demands. there are days when he's too tired to stand under the water stream and sits in the tub instead, pulling you against his chest. the body contact and warmth is needed in the first few minutes when the tiles are still cold and prickling against your skin, but that gives him time to tease and relish in how 100% of your body is so sensitive, just for him. it fires him up like nothing else, and he frequently has to hold back from slipping his fingers inside you and pressing incessantly against the spot that drives you wild.
it's never a surprise to you when these days happen because akaashi always has your vibrator handy, a cute little turquoise g-spot kind -- he is a service dom through and through and his pleasure is mainly derived from pulling you apart and having you tightly clutching his thighs and neck. he starts slow, soft nips into your skin, hands ghosting over your breasts and nipples. you feel the curve of his smirk as they react and harden quickly from his touches, occasionally shivering when a stray water bullet lands harshly on the tip of nerves. "so good for me, love you, princess," he murmurs into your ear and your breath hitches when he rubs slow, gentle circles of your clit. it's just enough to turn your brain into mush, but not enough to be completely satisfied because you want more, always more with this man until you're drunk on nothing but his fingers and tongue and cock.
the swirling in the pit of his stomach growls dangerously because he wants so badly to hear those pleas fall off your tongue, begging and demanding for pleasure that can only be given to you by him and other allowable aids. "be good, use your words for me, mmk? be good for senpai, i know you can, and i'll reward you. don't you want my cock inside you, princess? i know how much you like to be stretched out for me, showing what a good little cock slut you are--"
"keiji, please!" you half sob, half whimper, your hips bucking as he slips two fingers inside you, instantly curling them so he can batter them against your g-spot. the grip of his free arm around your waist is tight and keeps you in place, victim to the toe-curling pleasure your boyfriend never fails to give. "pleasepleaseplease, wan' more, n-need more, please--"
"taught you so well, haven't i?" he groans into your neck, cock painfully hard from how your words wind him up. "all for me, right? hmm?"
"yes, senpai, all for you, promise!" you cry. a small scream echoes through the bathroom as keiji fits a 3rd finger in and you feel that slight, addicting burn, immediately thinking about how good you wanna be for 'kaashi. it's not long before you're creaming and cumming around those appendages, mind going positively blank as you arch your back and twitch as he draws your orgasm out. his praises send you faster down the path of overstimulation, torn between wanting to stop and staying for more. you always end up choosing the latter because how could you say no to senpai?
the whines that leave your body almost has him cum right then and there when he removes his fingers, leaving you dizzy and blissfully aware of how empty you feel at the moment. without inhibitions, you push yourself up and start grasping around for his cock, desperate to be filled once again. akaashi knows what you're going for, helping to readjust so you're both comfortable but hands gripping your waist before you can sink down onto him. "did you forget your manners? what do you ask senpai?"
" 'm sorry senpai," you sniffle and wrack your brains. "c-can i please have your cock inside me, please senpai? wan' it so bad, keiji, so so bad--"
akaashi loosens up lets you slide halfway down his shaft, leaning you back so you're helpless against him. it's enough to have you babble about how big he is, your hand mindlessly laying on top of your abdomen in dazed approximation of how deep he might be. when he feels your gummy walls clench around him, he can't help but thrust the rest of his length inside you, bottoming out and cursing into your shoulder. "fuck, such a good cock slut, taking me so well. senpai's so proud of you, doing so good for me pretty girl, love being inside you--"
"need you to fuck me, s-senpai -- hnng --"
" 'm not fucking you right if you're still talking, hmm? can't have that, now can we?"
it doesn't take much for you to go completely limp, surrendered to his thrusts and battering of your pussy, reaching most of the sensitive spots deep inside that have you shaking and mewling. your pants and nonsensical, broken phrases of how much you love his cock fuel the possessive monster in his gut. his eyes roll back as he relishes in how tight, warm, and soaked you are, eyes catching a glimpse of the ring of cream around the base of his length. he shakily reaches for the vibrator lying innocently on the edge of the tub, thanking waterproof technology as he holds the power button down to turn it on. his thrusts slow down a bit so he can accurately find your clit, and when you squeal into your fist, he pushes down more and falls back into his usual pace.
he counts down in his head, basking in how your walls close down more and more and more until you cum again, upper torso lifting and tensing up in the snap of the coil before collapsing again with the scream of his name in his ear. he holds you down with a large palm on your abdomen, your body fighting against it as you twitch and shake from overstimulation. "love it when you cum on my cock, such a good little fuck toy -- gonna let senpai cum inside you? fill you up? you want it, no?"
"p-please, your cum, wan' it please, wan' your cum so bad," you manage to plead, a shred of clarity miraculously gracing you. a few strokes later and a bite into your shoulder, akaashi spills everything he has. you're so lovely to take it all, and even after he slips out, he knows you're subconsciously doing your best to keep it all inside you. that doesn't stop the tendrils of satisfaction from wrapping around his heart as some cum managers to escape you, allowing the water to wash it down the drain.
aftercare consists of cleaning you up until the hot water runs out, soft and thorough as you come back to him with a bleary smile and lazy kisses. praises and compliments never stop until you're giggling from his cheesiness and you do your best to soap and wash his hair. he does his best to help you out of the bathtub and get you a towel to dry off, hurriedly working on his own body to get back to you. akaashi doesn't move more than 3 feet away from you if he can help it.
and when you're both cuddled in bed, facing each other and hands clasped together, akaashi thinks he has it all because most importantly...
he has you.
#akaashi x reader#haikyuu x reader#akaashi smut#haikyuu smut#yeah we're trying this again whoops#akaashi#akaashi keiji#i love this man so much jfc#kay is attempting shitposting
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I’m down for a meta post about the entities, I don’t really understand them.
OOOh okay
So entities are beings that are pure whatever light
So Parallax is Fear
Ion is Will
Ophidian is Avarice/Greed
Butcher is Rage
Adara is Hope
Proselyte is Compassion
Predator is Love
Entity is Life
The idea is that Parallax the worm was trapped in the central power battery. That it was corrupting Hal for years. Yet somehow no one noticed this. That’s where the Yellow weakness is supposed to come from as well.
But these entities didn’t exist until 2005 ish. The other emotional spectrums didn’t either. Well, Fear did but that was supposedly Sinestro’s doing. And Star Sapphires were sort of separate. But with Green Lantern Rebirth the Green Lantern Corps, Star Sapphires, Sinestro Corps all became a part of this emotional spectrum. This introduced the Orange, Red, Blue, and Indigo Corps as well.
Mmk but we didn’t even see the last 4 until 2008. And White Lanterns weren’t introduced till the Blackest Night event.
Parallax itself from even how we saw it act in Rebirth in no way matches how Parallax!Hal behaved during Zero Hour. And when did Parallax even leave Hal? If it was when he gave the ring to Kyle why would he go mope by the source wall? All very strange. Parallax doesn’t seem the type to wanna die reigniting the sun either.
So I’ve always had this theory in my head that Kyle spawned the entities. Okay which sounds insane but they really did not exist even a little bit until 2005.
Kyle was the one to ‘discover’ that Parallax was a giant space worm
When Kyle was Ion the first time it wasn’t a being of Will. Kyle just got an upgrade from siphoning off the will Hal left in the sun. Which again either Hal was having a major Will powerup or he was having a major Fear powerup. In which case it would be Parallax in the sun and Kyle would have been possessed.
That didn’t happen. Ion was Kyle with a lot of power. Kyle wanted to go back into time and stop Hal from ever becoming Parallax, save Coast City. So Spectre!Hal was all please don’t do that for me and Kyle sort of went with it.
But then the Guardians are like oh Ion is a being of pure will and that’s who possessed Kyle but again Ion 1.0 behaved very differently to Ion 2.0 where it was an entity. Ion 1.0 made Kyle cold and removed it was taking his humanity same as the massive Will boost did to Parallax!Hal. Ion 2.0 was basically just Kyle but more stubborn.
But the Guardians know everything right about all of history. So maybe they were keeping Parallax a secret. But they certainly didn’t seem to be you know considering Parallax the fear worm nor the other entities existed. But then Kyle was the one to bring them back to life. And as children no less. So Kyle had quite a hand in the second generation of Guardians. He’s their maker. Who’s to say he can’t influence how they think or what they know.
Every one of these entities are parasites. They want to feed and feed until there is nothing left. Sound familiar to maybe Oblivion? Oblivion which was a cosmic-level threat that regular Kyle spawned through his subconscious.
In fact, all these entities are very volatile. Like pure emotion put to life. And these entities are very strong. Cosmic beings. Yet one human, in particular, has been able to house them all in him and overcome all of them. One Kyle Rayner. Kyle, who, has on more than one occasion had reality-bending powers. Kyle was the one who had to ferry the entities past the source wall to refill the emotional wells almost like they were drained by making giant incarnations of these emotions and the Entities had to be put back. This is where Kyle learned the life-equation too which was just more powerups to be had. Kyle basically became the Life Entity.
And another point is that Hal adored Kyle after the whole hitting me with a pipe thing. But Kyle also immediately decided at that moment he was gonna do his very best to live up to Hal’s legacy. Kyle was the only one who thought to ask Hal to restart the sun because he believed Hal was a hero. Kyle set up the memorial to Hal and arranged his funeral.
All of Hal’s messes were cleaned up very nicely too. Genocide who? Everyone is alive again thanks to Kyle. Kilowog everyone's favorite hardass? Kyle brought him back to life too. Those lanterns Hal killed in space? Eh, they aren’t really dead, surprise. The Corps and their reputation? Kyle put a lot of work into making that good again.
So yeah very easy to then say Hal was brainwashed the whole time. Even though every instance of people being possessed by Parallax is nothing like what Hal was like. Because again goes back to really a very poor understanding of Hal’s character. The Man Without Fear. But you know who isn’t without fear?
Kyle. Kyle was terrified to fight Parallax so if Kyle made Parallax making it the fear entity makes sense. Because Kyle Rayner feels fear, he feels everything.
Kyle is all Heart and maybe this time his heart was trying to cover for Hal.
This is the only way this makes sense to me. Because it stays true to both stories. Hal really did go evil. And everyone believes Hal was being brainwashed.
It’s just it’s sad to see Emerald Knight decayed with retcons because we can’t have our heroes go bad. This is just my thoughts and ramblings on it because I’m a stickler for those 90s days and hate things that muddle them up.
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Maybe H2oVanoss with #16?
Okay, this is the last one of this series! I do have another request list coming soon, maybe in the next week, so keep an eye out for it. In the meantime, enjoy a super soft one <3
Also for those who are coming to tonight’s redolence chat, I might be like 5 mins late! But 8:30pm EST is still our goal time. ^.^
Couple: H2O Vanoss
Number: 16
Prompt: “It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
Delirious was tired, but he couldn’t sleep.
The heat of the summer air gently swept through the open window of the room that wasn’t his own. Stars had kept him company for hours, blue eyes unsure how to drop close and fall into the slumber that took his best friend’s worries away. At the thought of Vanoss, he pulled his attention away from the sill, taking in the calm face and slow moving chest two feet from him. The bare shoulder peeking from the sheet wasn’t new. Pool parties and basketball games that ran too hot to wear shirts gave Delirious glimpses of skin he never thought he’d touch. But seeing it against the dark sheets Delirious only sat on when playing video games or finishing college finals was...hard for him to process.
Because it had only been five hours ago that he’d felt Evan’s lips for the first time. Five hours since the fight, the confession, the reciprocated feelings he never thought he’d experience. Then the time blurred, between hot touches and hushed noises that were muffled from lost clothes and swollen lips. He’d said Vanoss’s name almost as much as he’d heard his own gasped into the humidity, as if they’d combat hot air with their reverence. Delirious tried to meet every unspoken plea with his hands, his body, before both were left overwhelmed with the love and intimacy they found linked between the hands pressed together over Vanoss’s head. The silence that crept into the room after their breathing settled didn’t feel strained or heavy, and when Evan pressed his first laugh into his sweaty shoulder, Delirious joined in enough to shake their bodies. The weather didn’t permit cuddling for long, and they both needed showers. He knew that, he’d meant to say that, but then Evan fell asleep and Delirious just…
Slowly, he dragged his eyes to the blooming bruise he’d left on the tan neck in front of him, pride and shame swelling at the blemish. He’d never meant to hurt Vanoss, never thought he’d be able to mark the guy that’d stolen his heart years ago. Now, he’d tattooed his affection against the other’s skin, like a beacon for any who had the opportunity to know Evan. For a moment, a coil of darkness slicked its way over his heart, whispering the possibility for this moment being as temporary as the hickey. Vanoss could wake up and realize how much more someone else could give him. That Evan had the choice of so many others' affection, and his lips didn’t need to be bruised by Delirious’s fumbling kisses. They’d shared this moment, and for Delirious, it was perfect, but this intensity wasn’t meant to last forever. Like the night chased away every morning from the sun, the light could wash away the declarations of love and promises of tomorrow-
A little noise popped out from Vanoss, and Delirious was yanked from the darkness when feeling Evan stir next to him.
“Del?” The sleepy murmur paired with a soft hand on his cheek. The touch smoothed away the haze of insecurity for a moment, Delirious glancing back up to the eyes quietly opening. Sleep made the blink slow, but even in the dark of the room, Vanoss’s eyes were just as beautiful as they’d been hours before. “Hey, sorry if I woke you up...”
“It’s okay,” he answered quickly, keeping his voice whisper soft. “I couldn’t sleep anyways.”
“Too hot?” Despite the question, Evan’s body seemed too greedy to part, and inched across the bed to press to Delirious again. They were still marked from their previous intimacy, but it didn’t matter to him when feeling Vanoss’s lips press to his shoulder. “I can turn on the A/C or something.”
“No, I-I’ve got it.” His throat hitched with emotion at the gentle kiss rolled onto his skin after Evan’s hum. The sign of affection felt unconscious in nature. Real, unfiltered emotion hit him. Evan hadn’t thought about it or used the kiss to comfort him; Vanoss just wanted to do it. There was no motive besides his desire to be close to Delirious again. Stunned at how breathless it made him, he cupped the hand on the back of Vanoss’s before squeezing it. “Go back to sleep.”
“Mmk. Make me pancakes in the morning.” The demand spilled out from a pout, half-cloaked in sleep by the time he finished the sentence. Only a moment passed before Evan was gone again, hand lax in Delirious’s hold. He knew he should let it go, return it back to Vanoss and settle himself without needing the touch to ground him. But he couldn’t. He wove their fingers together against his own cheek, nuzzling Vanoss’s pinkie before finally closing his eyes.
Knowing Evan would still look forward to seeing him in the morning, Delirious dropped into a steady sleep.
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Shatter continued
A story in several parts:
tw: reader chan’s sibling is a toxic force to be reckoned with; officers mentioned in later parts (civil servants for young adults); mentions of accidents and scarring [both emotional and physical]; young adult 18+ for strong and suggestive language
word count: 6.8 K
tagging @oikawa-obvs @m0nstergeneration20xx
the characters and other tie in works:
seijoh 4: oikawa, iwazumi, hanamaki, mattsun
spin off of the Running at 6a.m. feat. hanamaki and his s/o [plus s/o family]
Little side notes: mattsukawa issei means “it’s all right.” // fuyu no rairakku fuji means “my beautiful wisteria tree” // mitsuketa means “I have you”
Throughout this story, mattsun & q learn how important the actions of others does not define a set path.
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III
The day before you leave back to your side of the city, you tell your friend what has transpired between you and mattsun on movie night:
“That’s great! I knew he’d like you. They all do,” she says. “I mean, you did fall asleep next to him for a little while before they walked us home that night.”
“Yeah, I know,” you reply. “I’ll be out with him all day…”
“You’re not going to know what hits you until it shows, Q.”
“Life is not like the hallmark movie channel, Chise!”
Your friend’s stubbornness and your counter argument came to a close when her aunt and uncle stepped in to act as a mediator between the two of you…
“Your sister is coming to pick you up, Q,” her uncle informs you. The news was not a welcomed one at all; the blood in your veins ran cold.
“What?! Uncle, you can’t be serious,” your friend states, wide eyed. “Q just got here…She can’t go back! Her sister is not right. Please recon—”
“There’s nothing we can do,” her aunt replies. She explains all the sound reasonings why.
“How long do I have?” You wonder. Chise storms out of the room and when you hear her door shut, you inhale and exhale a deep breath silently counting down before you rationally think things through. You were gone for a total of four days & three nights; it takes about an hour or so for the train, but if your sister does a ride share, you have less than that.
“She’s on her way, isn’t she?” Your voice betrayed your expression.
“Yes,” you’ve never seen your friend’s uncle so abruptly twist in disgust. You know both he and his wife would try anything to help you, but considering how they presented the facts, it was going to be a losing battle.
Nodding, you thank them both for the news and the hospitality they offered, but you ask them to leave as politely as you can. You were seventeen years old when you realized that the hardest thing and right thing are not always the same.
IV
Your sister wasn’t always this way. She was the elder & you needed to listen to her. You were always like water, one with the moon & stars; she was like fire, warm and with enough energy to harbor the solar flares. She wasn’t always an unhappy brute; the accident that tore your family apart was the catastrophe which estranged you to this day.
“What do you mean Q’s leaving?” Makki asks. He sits up hearing his girlfriend’s voice fall into a panic.
“It’s an emergency; you know I told you about y/n’s relative right?”
“Yeah. What’s wrong?”
“Takahiro, I’m worried for Q because that’s the one who’s coming to pick her up. She can’t go back to that house on a whim! Her sister might beat her up worse than before!”
“Stay where you are. I’m getting a hold of Iwazumi & Mattsun.”
“Mmk. Hurry because I don’t know what time that witch is arriving.”
—18:43—
“Call the authorities,” was what you hear your friend’s relative instructs. One of them has to keep the objective line of sight here and now all there is left to do is wait.
You stand outside your friends house with a dark expression. Your sister’s arrival meant you could try to fight, yet you knew words are just as damaging. You come face to face with her just as the boys arrive.
“Come little sister,” she says. You don’t move. Your friend is behind you, but when the boys arrived she lets them in the side gate: Makki leads followed by Iwa, and finally Mattsun. Your friend fills them in and now they stand at the ready to help you if you need it.
“Q. Come now. Don’t make it anymore difficult than it has to be.”
“No.” Your voice is absolute.
“No?” She sarcastically replied with a scoff.
“Did I stutter?” You retort. Your friend and her family is on the porch watching this.
“I don’t know what your game is, but this is a family affair…”
“Do not bring them into this mess,” you warn as you walk toward the spot on the lawn where your sister stands. There is a few feet of grass between you.
“Enough,” she says in a menacing tone. “Quantum stop being foolish before I burn you and cast you out. Black sheep or not, you are my sister and you will do as I say.”
She takes out a lighter from her purse and one of the oldest journals you have. It was a tome you had since you started middle school.
“Burn it for all I care,” you spat. “Because as far as I am concerned, we are no longer family. You stopped being in mine before I started high school you bitch. Touch me again and I will make you regret finding me.”
At this point, your teeth are bared and your voice is as even as it can me. You know there is truth in those words, but with your found family behind you, you have the higher ground.
“Like hell little sister,” she spits. “I rather you drop dead and die because you are what makes me insane: this ends today.”
You sister burns the book regardless. You stomp out the flames in time that a good portion of the damage book is scorched down to a delightful singe. You wonder how long your sister has been without her medication. The gargantuan illness does not leave her nor do you want to find out because the shadow of her hands comes into contact with your left side of your face.
She leaves without batting an eye at you. Rather, you feel the residual sting of a slap across your face from a hand that is not your own. The sound is like a whip cracking in the wind.
“Mattsun, Iwazumi,” your friend’s face is pulled into Makki’s side where he whispers something in her ear, probably to watch you say the final nail in the coffin:
“You have no power over me; I am not afraid of you,” you defy her orders again.
“You cheeky little shit,” your sister says before your fist makes direct contact with her face and when it knocks her to your left, you roundhouse kick her in the ribs thus knocking her wind out of her.
“Did you know she could fight like that?” Makki asks. Your fist is unclenching because your wrath is unlike anything they’ve witnessed, sure Iwazumi smacks Oikawa with a volleyball, but when ther collectively see what you can do, they look at each other. Except Mattsun, he reads the situation and what you told him at the movie night the day before finally clicks.
I am not ready because I am not fully healed yet. I am left alone to deal with my own demons. Everyone has dragons to slay and for today that dragon is your sister. His thoughts are strung together, yet he sees what you mean in practice and honestly it explains your cynicism, your perception of what it means to have someone who is just as toxic and how they tried to break you.
“Holy shit,” you clearly hear your friend gasp behind you when she pushes herself off of Makki. When your sister lands on the concrete border of the lawn, you don’t care to notice the winter wind whipping around your short locks. Your breathing is becoming more unstable, yet when you stand to inspect the damage done, you glance down with an oddly satisfying expression: You’re a survivor and you’d be damned if your sister thinks she could shatter you further.
You pick your sister up by the collar until she is eye level with you. You whisper something in her ear which makes her furious: “Fuck you and the high horse you rode in on sister.”
“Go,” your best friend says one word while Makki holds her back; Mattsukawa and Iwazumi sprint to where you are holding your sister and all that woman sees is red thereafter.
Her mouth lets out an in humane scream as she lunged forward, her hands have a vice grip on your exposed flash. You feel her nails dig and leave marks. The action carried through as hands reach for your neck to crush your windpipe. You know of the western saying “to choke on your words,” but you’d never thought of it being done physically.
As soon as this occurs, you notice your sister’s wrists are almost snapped by the sheer force Mattsukawa exerts in holding you from behind. Your gasping for air is by far one of the most horrifyingly haunting things he’s ever heard (and you all you can emote is telagraphing I am terrified. Don’t let me go). It takes you a moment to register that it is because you hear him breathe behind you.
“I got you,” Mattsun holds you; he holds you for as long he can to make sure you don’t slip on the residual frost on the lawn. He runs a hand through your hair calming you down further. Your hands are not by your side anymore, rather you feel them grasp on to his own. You close your eyes and he repeats those three words until your breathing and panic subsided.
This occurs while Iwazumi corners your sister and she leaves your friends’ property. Sirens wail in the distance and it doesn’t take very long for the authorities to take your sister into custody for verbal and physical abuse charges whereas you claim self-defense. It’s hard to talk currently, so you write it out on the report form. Makki and your best friend are filling out witness statements while Iwazumi is being checked out by one of the health officials right after you sign the report documents. Mattsun doesn’t leave your line of sight at all, for that you are grateful. Your knuckles have the suture glue on them aid the healing process. The EMT gives you a neosporin antiseptic for the scratches on yout face left behind from the slap your received from the guilty party already in the backseat of the squad car that had already left for the booking station in the west side of the neighborhood.
When the witness statements are done, you are asked to come to the precinct first thing in the morning for a secondary assessment for your wounds,but this is bypassed as soon as you mentioned your previous case serial numbers.
“She’s as lucky as they come,” one of the officers says in passing. “We’ve been trying to pin her relative’s location because of the fact this isn’t her sibling’s first attempt at attempted murder.”
“You did the right thing as soon as you called sir,” his partner praises your friend’s aunt and uncle. “That woman is a danger to herself and others. How did one sister’s grief spiral while the other chose to move forward is beyond me, but miss Q has some good people around her.”
“She’s our niece’s closest friend, so please make sure that woman has all ties cut with the victim,” you heard her uncle say. “We’ll take her in, but please make the arrangements to have some of her things brought here before the holidays.”
“Understood sir,” the first officer says tilting his hat. “Ma’am, we’ll be going then. Good day.”
Iwazumi takes his leave shortly thereafter and reminds Makki to give you all some space. Mattsun asks if it’s ok to take you away for a couple of hours. You finish passing along the case files while this occurs. You’re not ready to talk about what just happened, but you find yourself ready to move past this ordeal. Families are different, yet your relationship with your sister is one of the worst after the story of biblical twins.
“Of course. Take her out for as long as she needs. You have my number, so text me later,” your friend says with a warm smile. She bops her head toward where you still stood basking in the frosty atmosphere. “Gods know she needs a break. Oh, and Mattsun?”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you.” She hugs hun quietly along with her uncle who lays a hand on his shoulder. Her aunt mentioned something about how they’re going to remodel the room you stayed in to a permanent one. “She is family after all,” was the last thing he heard as the three of them went back inside their home.
On that note, Mattsukawa returns back to your side. He marvels at your new marks bestowed by what had transpired a couple hours ago. It’s nearly eight in the evening on a Tuesday night. Winter break has finally come, but here he notices you’re ok. Or rather, as ok as you make it seem.
“I should get you a bell,” your sense of humor is impeccable, but when the tears that never come do make their way known in other ways, you stop to turn your face back to the skies. You close your eyes thanking whatever lucky stars you have for having good people gravitate toward you; with one final breath, you return your focus back to your guard dog even if he towers over you with enough power to eclipse the graying skies. As he reaches for your hand, you know this is the first time he sees a glimpse of how much you shine.
“It’s quiet now,” you said, returning your undivided attention to him. “Thank you.”
The young middle blocker moves forward with you mentioning something along the lines of you had a date to keep.
“Do you still want to go?” He asks you this to gage how you’d react. He doesn’t want you to over exert yourself, so when you say yes, he leads the way to one of the closer neighboring shopping plazas.
One trip to a tea shop down the street leads you and him to have a quaint seat by a window. The both of you talk like old friends. You don’t let the dread of what looms over you break you, you’ve been through worse and you’re not going to let anything happen to make him feel like that again. You could tell how frightened he really was earlier when he kept you in front of him on the lawn. You pour some more mango black tea into your cup. You know you two barely say much, yet an entire epic is laid out between you two.
Not a word is said because there is an definite understanding in the delicate exchange here. Mattsun sips his tea and as he learns you’re exhausted of fighting on your own. It dawns on you if given the chance stories about being wronged in the past leads you to be bound by love later on. Tell me you want to help me too, Mattsukawa.
“If you’ll have me, please let me be your kintsugi,” he places the dwarf tea cup down on its saucer. You sit across from him as the fluorescent lighting causes your eyes to flicker amusedly at his features. You rest your chin in your hand when he does this.
“You don’t have to ask,” you reassure him. With your free hand, you hold one of his with residual heat. Why are you doing this? You like each other. Hell, he’s the one who made sure you’re alive. He’s amazingly kind, so what is stopping you?
“I already run with you at six in morning. It’s plausible after--Mattsun? Hold on a sec. Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I like you,” Mattsun’s voice is as casual as he makes it seem. Don’t make me go through that again; I almost didn’t get the chance to show you how amazing you really are.
You see what he means behind those eyes of his. He’s honest, kind, and strong; almost like steel, but you’re just as strong like titanium. You work well together, you think. If this is what it feels to fall in like with someone, you’d proactively seek it every time from him until you learn how to love yourself for all parts of you. He has a subtle way of telling you he likes you. Acts of love and kindness aside, you want to cherish this setting, precisely because you live the way you tease him in a friendly manner. For a moment, the veil of winter’s shouldering dreariness stops. Your lips curl into a Cheshire’s grin. His heart nearly stops for the second time that day.
“I like you too,” you chuckle. “Who knew you were such a romantic at heart Mattsukawa?”
“You did.”
You nod. “I should have known. So, where would you like to take me now?”
After you two finish speaking at the teahouse, Mattsun escorts you toward another part of the same plaza. Your face illuminates in the refraction of the street lamps, your hands bump into each others whilst you walk the promenade.
There are no words exchanged because neither of you want to see each other with the image seared into your minds’ eye; his arms that evening were clicking on to your waist, his his center of gravity shifting so when he pulls your body backwards, you hear his voice reminding you he has you, you’re safe here. You nodding closing your eyes when his warmth emits a calming aura. You both ignore the subject, but you’re really fucking thankful to have him (along with the company you keep, each showing a different type of love from the international myths you loved to read): you both walk with the same thoughts that evening: Don’t scare me like that again, whatever you do, stay alive. We haven’t even seen what our story might look like. Just please, prove to me you’re still here; catch the fire from me to you and live.
Mattsukawa and you walk past a pillar and stop to take a glance at the community announcement boards. A few of the paper lanterns are already lit. The street lamps are beginning to hum.
“There’s a night market happening,” you read aloud, slowly, you feel yourself relaxing more into your surroundings. Your hand points to the sign and Mattsukawa notices the minute change in your behavior. You’re much more free and outgoing than before; you’re a winter’s tale and a dahlia, but he knows the flower thing might be a tad bit off, so he keeps that content to himself for now.
“We’ll take the others here later,” he informs you about thinking about how his classmates, especially Oikawa, would handle not coming.
“If you say so,” you reply. You both continue to walk and browse through the various shops, but when he takes you into one the art stores, you ask him to wait a moment to let other patrons walk in. He is perceptive enough to understand your feelings, so he does what he thinks is best: he reminds you you aren’t going inside alone.
“I got you,” Mattsukawa repeats from earlier. “We’ll go inside whenever you’re ready. Does that sound fair to you?”
“...ok.”
“Do you want to go call it a day then?”
The moment you nod, he walks at a quicken pace. Eventually you tell him to slow down when you pass by a neighboring plaza. This one was more serene than the last.
“What’s on your mind?” You ask you impromptu date.
I’m learning to trust you a little more and I’m afraid of this continues, would you run from me?
“Mattsukawa. Don’t overthink it,” your voice is unmistakably calm, yet it is driving him to let go and live a little; so you do. You let his hand go for a little while, and now you stand in front of him and you have a mischievous glint in them.
Fuck it. I don’t care if you’re here for four days or four minutes. I am not running away from this, from you, and the possibility of you staying.
Mattsukawa tilts your face up with one of his fingers and when you feel his lips ghost over your own, you close the gap. First kisses in the winter are not rare, but the ambiance of being surrounded by the wisteria trees dyes the world into a violet haze. Love is not as fickle as you think. This one is different, you both relish in this display of affection. He breaks the kiss briefly, and to him, seeing you like this makes him finally understand the sentiment of seeing a whole universe in one person.
You stop him dead in his tracks because as soon as you feel Mattsukawa’s warmth leave your face, you understand how much he was holding back; you both were. His face is tinged a little bit flushed out slightly by the curious softened stare you give him. He wanted to see you worked up before, but he wasn’t expecting to see you act so hastily. You drag your bottom lip through your teeth before you sigh much to your own chagrin because you knew what he felt was true.
“Mmhm,” you’re driving him insane in this short game of stolen glances because he received no further warning when you pull his lips back on yours. Your hands traverse upward from where your hands initially were on his shoulders and eventually looping around his neck. There is a secret kindness you want him to have; he owns this part of you, the wild capricious love of the cold is gorgeously delightful. You’re ok even when he deepens this kiss and he draws this sounds of want and need from you the more you let him. You taste his love in the way your hands love to tousle his hair; you hear his chest rumble in amusement when he opens his mouth slightly teasing you with the residual taste of the tea from earlier. Don’t be afraid to fall, you muse.
Mattsukawa draws you in closer to him as he snakes one arm around the small of your back while the other hand he has used to tilt your face moves to your shoulder before finding solace on your neck. He lost a to the way you move your body and you both don’t succumb to each other’s prowess. What you both crave you found in each other. He dips you to one side like in those old movies you so love. You’re mine, my dear; irreplaceable and hopelessly in my loving arms. Safe you’ll always be.
You catch your breathing when you part, he places you back in a standstill position. You’re smiling together, like a firefly lamp in the summer, casting a halo ring around you two. A few of the flowers are blown away in the brief wind and apparently land all around scattered like gorgeous mosaics on the concrete. You turn your head slightly to hear his heart drum on; you tell him things via tracing the kanji on his shirt little messages like “future,” “brave,” “loyal,” “true,” etc. he chuckles because it tickles a bit, but he reminds you wildhearts can’t be broken so easily. You concur taking a deep breath, watching as your exhale leaves little pufts of moisture to dissipate in the air. He rests his head against your shoulder in a slight variation of an acknowledging bow; his breath tickles against the nape of your neck, his mouth teasingly nips at the midpoint of your ear.
“Fuyu no rairakku fuji,” he crowns you a new name; his lips press against your cheekbone. You grin at the new nickname.
“Mattsukawa Issei,” you remind him when you two begin walking again and he pauses dumbfounded by the tone you use. It dawns on him that perhaps his best friend’s girl told you his name in full. You return the wisteria name he bestowed upon you with a much simpler one for him. “Mitsuketa.”
— spring forward—
You wonder if he could remember that when you sleepover for the first time; you find out he can and does so the moment he lays you down on his bed to make you remember how being loved by him is going to leave you breathless one step at a time, and true to his word, his hands are sturdy.
This love is messy, but you enjoy every moment of being enamored by him. You don’t look back anymore, but forward when he calls your new name right as you pull him back toward you before you both ruin the sheets that support you. You place a hand over his chest to stabilize his figure over you. “Watashi no utsukushī fuji,” his voice has you defenseless the moment you humbly accept him as solely yours.
“My first love, come here,” your lips were always inviting toward him and he listens to the way you both praise each other while he brings your unscarred arm above your head; your scars are now inked with wild wisteria flowers he so affectionately called you a few months ago.
Luckily one of your case workers knew someone in Miyagi who does tattoos pro bono for victims of abuse survivors. Languid wisteria blossoms iluminate your arms under a blacklight, but the white ink outlines remain visible like small embroideries tying you to the blossom to ward off evil. The subject came about one evening during the routine cafe shoppe run with the boys and your best friend:
“All I’m saying is that if she wants it done, we know someone in Miyagi who can,” Makki reasons with your friend.
“I was thinking about it,” you speak up before your friend completes her ‘harrumph.’
The table falls quiet. “I was thinking of having the wisteria blooms cover the worse of it.”
“Wisteria, huh?” Oikawa asks. “I think that’s a good choice. Iwa-Chan! Let’s— ”
“No.” Honestly, when he found out what had transpired via the group chat with his friends, he nearly cut his family vacation short to fly back to check on you.
Instead, Iwazumi took over by sending him photos of both Makki and your best friend eating a crepe one night followed by one of you and Mattsukawa after he gifted you a wisteria branch necklace.
Presently, your hand coaxes Mattsukawa into leaving marks of his love blatantly across the exposed parts let him meet. The bruises his lips left behind are just as intoxicating as you remember.
“You’re still so daring,” his voice drowns out the pleasurable noise you let him hear.
“You’re~ahh~ staring,” your hands find their way to the collar of his half undone dress shirt. He pauses for a moment, smirking through his gaze when he envelopes you in his arms. Your hands are too quick when you unbutton the rest of his shirt. You’re wearing one of your old high school gym baseball shirts when you came over to visit for spring break. (The first time you sleep overnight was quite entertaining to say the least, but you both prove you’re capable of this sort of love too.) His hands move to coerce your legs slide over his thighs and here you sit, knees slightly bent and he has you where you both want to be.
Your breathing is ragged and labored as he kisses you slowly, hands slipping under your shirt.
“Please," your voice is barely above a whisper. One word was all he needed and fuck were you worth it. Mattsukawa assists you in pulling that fabric over your head before you push him down back on the bed. Your arms are cut around his shoulders for support as he picks up where his kisses left off. Your love bites haven’t fully disappeared yet from last time: bites across the mounds of your breasts are yellowing now; the ones over the inside of your thighs are still healing beautifully. His wisdom lurks in how well you handle his sexual desires with every time you consent to it. You both seek no other tangible means to prove how far you’ve come (with and without his help).
“You’re still pretty,” he says. He marvels at the fact you’re still with him in the present moment. Your hair is tangled in his hands and he beckons you to make him remember what you told him in the park one winters day.
“Mesmerizing me is what you do best,” your mouth haunts his own pulling out the lewd sounds of his satisfaction. He hisses as you return his favor; he holds you tighter until you are comfortable in his hold. Those eyes of his remain on yours because you told him the first time to keep his eyes forward.
“You’re really something else,” he groans as you bite the space in the space between his shoulder and neck. You don’t let him come undone without you a little less than an hour later; he makes good on his promise of always saying he got you and you return with remembering you have him. You ran with him every day at six in the morning for a solid year, but forgot that sexual escapades with him are more often a marathon than not. Eventually, you catch up to him, and the cycle begins anew with you. Mattsukawa is a fierce lover, but within the walls you share with him, he realizes you’re just as lethal as a jaguar in his bed.
Yes, love in the spring always came in waves for the outside world, it here, once the sheets were changed, you and Mattsukawa take care of each other first before he has your drowsy form (smelling like the rain) clean and clothed in just an old pajama top of his (he wears a pair of a different style sleep pant) he lays you down first before he climbs in with you.
Loving each other is never as messy as you heard from those around you. It’s only because you both let each other propel forward; your love is maddening since you and Mattsukawa are firm believers the shattering parts make you the most beautiful. So when you wake up in each other’s touch, his lips always trace over the sides of you where he loves you strongest, whistling the melodies that cause flowers to bloom.
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#mattsukawa x reader#tw: violence#tw: toxic behavior#tw: mentions of scars physical and emotional#tw: death and blame#reader chan learns she is strong too#angst to fluff#this be some heavy shite#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue#🌻.txt#🌻sora scribbles
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Plan D for Dicey.
| {MaribatMarch2020 – Week 1, Day 6: Unconventional Weapon} |
| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] |
| Triggers/Warnings: D&D typical Violence, kidnapping/imprisoning of Player Characters, Explicit Language/Swearing, (Also not so much a Trigger/Warning but this a gen/platonic fic). |
| The Wayne (bat)family attempt to play their first streamed session of Warriors and Warlocks. Unpredictably, things go surprisingly well. |
| Word Count: 4323 |
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| A/N: So firstly, I got really carried away writing this so it's being posted a day late. Sorry! But fun fact, this means I'm posting this on my birthday, so wooh! Also if you can't tell yet, I'm a massive D&D geek (been playing for roughly five years now but I still fell like a complete noob whenever I play or DM :P). And DC has its own version of D&D (W&W/Warriors and Warlocks) and upon reading Day 6's prompt, my immediate thought was the improvised weapons mechanic from D&D. Also also, I originally intended for this fic to be MariTim (hence the tags) but I got caught up in all the platonic fun of the family playing D&D I kinda forgot to write in the shippy bits? |
| A/N cont.: Writing this was actually a massive challenge because at the start of this I had absolutely zero idea on how to write a D&D session as a ficlet. So this might be a bit more clunky and unrefined compared to my normal work (or that could just be my self-doubt talking). As I mentioned earlier, I got really carried away writing this because I love D&D so much. I would have written more but this ficlet is long enough and late enough as is. But if I were to continue this ficlet in additional parts, I definitely can already think of so many ways to improve writing this sort of fic (and maybe next time I won't forget to add in shippy stuff). Anyway, thanks to those who read these A/Ns, and I hope you guys enjoy reading this! |
| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics, or a specific Au, then comment or send me a DM/ask! |
| Also side note, Don't Like? Don't Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |
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Marinette, with Tikki on her shoulder, bursts into the Wayne Manor games room, barely able to contain her excitement. As the first in the room, she can't help but glance across the square conference U-table already set up with everyone's character sheets, dice equipment, other equipment, and snacks and drinks. Bounding over to her designated seat (right side, place nearest to the DM's section of the table), she pulls her chair out and sits down.
The rest of the Wayne (bat)family, including Steph but sans Alfred and Barbara, slowly filter into the room and take their designated seats. Jason takes his seat next to Marinette whilst Dick takes the seat directly opposite. Steph nabs the seat beside Jason, Damian stakes a claim to the seat next to Dick (despite it already being his designated seat), Cass sits down in the seat beside Steph, leaving Bruce to take his seat next to Damian.
Tim's the last of the family to enter. He slips into his seat, the DM's seat—as he is the most experienced Warriors and Warlocks player at the table—and grins downright ferally at his players.
He looks up at the cameras and recording equipment that is set up in the middle of the open space in the square U-table. “Hello and welcome to Plan D for Dicey, the first-ever Wayne Family Warriors and Warlocks fifth edition stream. We weren't quite expecting so many people to petition that we stream our sessions after a few people—” Tim fake coughs twice, “—Dick and Marinette—” Tim fake coughs twice again (whilst Marinette and Dick both grin and wave cheerfully at the cameras), “—rambled about their characters and some highlights from previous sessions, on Twitter. So we decided to give this a go and see how the session pans out whilst being streamed. So as a word of warning, prepare yourselves for the Venators, probably one of the most dysfunctional parties in W&W to miraculously band together.”
As soon as he says this, the rest of the table burst into grins and cheers (excluding Bruce who despite also smiling, looks like he's just aged five years). Marinette's side of the table all high five each other in their excitement.
Tim pauses for a second. “For anyone unfamiliar with who I am, I'm Tim. And as you can probably tell from the table set up, I'm the Dungeon Master for this campaign. That's because I've been playing W&W for just over five years now and have had experience DMing before. But for the rest of the players here, this is their first campaign and by extension first time playing. So before we begin our session, first let us introduce our players and their characters.” He nods to Marinette's side of the table.
She immediately slaps her hands on the table, pushes her chair out and stands, she waves at the cameras again. “Hi, I'm Marinette and my character is Nella Septa-Punctata. She's a Protector Aasimar Celestial Pact of the Chain Warlock, and she has a Sprite Familiar called Tikki. Nella's Chaotic Good and a little anxious but she tries her best to be a kind and heroic adventurer.” She then sits back down, scraping her chair back in again.
Jason raises an eye at Marinette's antics but shrugs. “I'm Jay, I play a Winged Variant Feral Tiefling Gunslinger called Rehodros. He's Chaotic Neutral, verging on Chaotic Evil at times, and he only joined the Venators because they helped save him from backstory related stuff and he ended up getting reluctantly attached to them.”
Deciding to also stand up from her chair as well as slap the table with both hands, Steph smirks at the cameras. “I'm Stephanie, my character's Speilsol Leyer, and she's a Chaotic Good Variant Human Ancestral Guardian Barbarian with the Tavern Brawler Feat. She lives for beating up bad guys and doing good, even if it goes against the law.”
Cass decides to take things one step further and moves to sit on the back of the chair, balancing it carefully as to not let herself fall. She waves at the cameras. “Hi, I Cass. Play Balabitara. Neutral Good, Kalashtar Shadow Monk.” She then sits back down on the chair normally.
With one half of the table introduced, Tim nods towards the other side of the table.
Dick winks at the cameras, “I'm Dick and I play Niriwyse, a Chaotic Good Eladrin Glamour Bard who's along for the ride and just wants to have a good time.” At that, he wiggles his eyebrows.
Scoffing, Damian glares at the cameras. “I am Damian and my character is Rokian. He is a Firbolg Circle of the Shepherd Druid and is Lawful Neutral in the sense that he believes the only laws that should be obeyed in the world, are that or the laws of nature. He begrudgingly joined this party of adventurers after they saved an animal friend of his.”
This leaves Bruce as the only one to have not introduced himself and his character yet. He smiles his Brucie Wayne smile at the cameras. “My name's Brucie and my character is called Chirop. He's a Chaotic Good Bugbear Swashbuckler Rogue. He comes across as very gruff, but he's just a big old teddy bear at heart.”
Tim coughs under his breath. “Alright, with our introductions over, let's get on with the show.” The lights in the room suddenly dim and turn a dark red shade whilst creepy echoing organ music begins to play from hidden speakers. “Last session, our brave party of seven adventurers were captured by the evil Lich Dreldaz whilst trying to rescue the beautiful princess Theophania—”
“—Timothea!” Corrects the rest of the table.
Rolling his eyes, Tim continues. “—from the cursed castle in which she has been trapped in, by Dreldaz.” He pauses, steepling his fingers as the dim red lighting becomes a dark grey shade. “The Venators awaken, only to find themselves shackled to the walls, in individual stone brick cells and stripped of any and all equipment bar the clothes on their backs. From what you all can immediately tell upon waking, these cells are small, cold, dark and dingy. What do you do?”
The seven players all exchange glances between themselves.
“I'd like to look around my cell, see if I can find anything or if I can get an idea of what the cellblock we're in looks like?” Jason announces after a few seconds.
Tim nods. “Roll a perception check, please.”
Jason narrows his eyes Tim. He reaches towards the red and black dice set beside his character sheet and picks up the D20. He shakes the dice in his hands before rolling it into the dice box. It lands on a 7. “Alright so because I don't have my gear any more, that means I don't have my eyes of the eagle right?”
“That's right,” Tim responds.
“Mmk, that's a seven then, plus my perception modifier… Fourteen total.” Jason glances up at Tim once he finishes calculating.
Humming, Tim glances down at his Mysterious™ DM notes. “With your Darkvision, you manage to make out that there are two small barred windows on the walls adjacent to the wall with the cell door. The door luckily has a barred window in it too, but you're too far away to glean anything from peering at it.”
Marinette purses her lips and double-checks her character sheet. “Is there anything magical about the darkness in these cells?”
“Roll an Arcana check to see.” Is Tim's response.
She reaches over to the pink and gold dice set beside her character sheet and picks up the D20. She shakes the dice in her hands before rolling it into the dice box. The D20 lands on a 16. “Sixteen! Wait, plus my arcana modifier, uh…” She scans her sheet for the relevant modifier, “plus six, so that's uh… oh heck maths, uhh I think that's twenty-two total? Yeah.” She nods to herself at calculating the maths.
Jason snorts and addresses the cameras. “This is why you should stay in school kids!”
Huffing, Marinette elbows him in the side. “Fight me!”
Not evening flinching at the elbowing, Jason pats her on the top of her head. “Friendly fire, Mari! Friendly fire!”
Tim waits for silence with his best poker face on. “As far as you can tell, there is nothing magical about the darkness!”
“Really?” She furrows her brows. “Alright then.”
He smiles in response.
Dick glances down at his character sheet then up at Tim, he taps his fingers against the table idly as he speaks. “The walls of the cells are stone? So I can use my Cli Lyre to cast Stone Shape and create a hole in the stone where the metal shackles connect, which would free me, right!”
Clicking his tongue, Tim shakes his head. “Nope, you don't have your Cli Lyre on you right now, so you can't cast any spells from it.”
Cursing under his breath, Dick frantically scans his character sheet for anything. He reaches his spells and freezes and slaps the spell sheet (and by extension, the table). “Ah hah!” He crows, “I will cast Knock on the shackles!”
Tim raises an eyebrow, then looks down to flip through his spell cheat sheet. “When you cast the spell, it makes a loud knock that's audible for up to three hundred feet. Are you sure you want to cast this?”
Dick falters and furrows his brow, then glances around the table at the rest of the party. “I think I'll wait and see if anyone else has a way to escape this first? Wait we can all hear each other speaking from our cells, right?”
“You can indeed.” Tim answers.
“I got nothin',” Jason admits, putting on his Rehodros voice, which is just his normal voice but deeper and with a raspy—almost hissing—clipped tone.
Steph, using her Speilsol Leyer voice (which sounds like she's putting on a weak German accent), shrugs. “I could try breaking the shackles? I'm strong enough to do cool things like that?”
“But that will also be fairly loud.” Bruce points out, speaking with a gruff tone of voice (which is significantly different from his gravelly Batman tone of voice) for Chirop. “If I had my lockpicks, it would be easy to escape stealthily. But without them, I can't see a way for me to get out of these shackles.”
Damian wrinkles his nose. “I might be able to summon creatures, elementals, or fey but what I get is determined by the DM and may not be entirely helpful. However, I could try wildshaping?”
Tim smiles cryptically and the lighting behind him changes from dark grey to lime green. “You could.”
Damian nods. “Alright then, I will use my wildshape ability to transform into a spider.”
The lime green light fades to flickering orange-red light. “As you try to use your druidic abilities to magically assume the shape of a spider, you feel a burning sensation around your wrists, right where the shackles are. You are unable to transform and take…” Tim pauses as he pulls out his black and red dragon dice and rolls a D6 behind the DM screen. “Five points of fire damage.”
Cursing under his breath in Arabic, Damian glares at Tim. He crosses out his current hp and writes down the new amount.
Jason taps Marinette on the shoulder. “What about Nells, Mari? She got any tricks up her sleeve to escape?”
Marinette startles at that, having been chewing her lip and staring intently at her character sheet since her arcana check. She licks her lips then glances up. “I might…”
She taps a small stat block card with a pencil and turns to Tim with an intense stare. “Is Tikki nearby?”
At that, Tim grins widely and raises a finger. “That,” He says, flipping through his notes, “is a very good question.”
“Because on my notes, here it says that last session Tikki was invisible when we all got captured.” Marinette picks up her session notes journal and shows it to him.
“Would you say Tikki followed after you when you got caught?”
Marinette tilts her head to the side and Tikki whispers in her ear. Of course, the cameras inability to record kwamis means it just looks like she's thinking instead of listening to a flying red bug deity. “Yep, I would say that. I would also like to telepathically communicate with Tikki and ask if she can come and pick the locks because we gave her a spare Thieves' Tools kit last shopping session in case she needed to pick the locks during an invisible scouting mission!”
“Indeed you did, so Tikki flies over to your cell and will try to pick the locks on your door first. So roll a d20 and add Tikki's Dex bonus.” He instructs.
Marinette nods and picks up the dice, cupping her hands underneath it so Tikki can shake then roll it without it looking suspicious on camera. Tikki shakes the dice and drops it as Marinette separates her hands. The dice lands in the box and rolls a 16. “Plus Tikki's Dex mod, that's uh…” She scrambles for the Sprite Familiar statblock card, “Plus four, so dirty twenty!”
“That's enough to pick the lock. Do you want Tikki to enter the cell and try to pick the lock?” He asks.
She nods and repeats the roll with Tikki, this time rolling an eleven. “With mods, fifteen.” Tikki then returns to her place on Marinette's shoulder.
“Tikki barely manages to get the locks open. The shackles open and you land on the cell floor.”
Marinette punches the air. “Wooh! Freedom!”
Cass then waves her hand in the air. “Shadowstep out?”
Tim cocks his head to the side. “As you don't have Darkvision, you can't see outside your cell but you manage to use your shadowstep ability to escape the shackles. Then by peering out the barred window in the door, you manage to shadow step into the cellblock corridor.”
Marinette and Cass share a high-five.
“Let's go free everyone else!”
==–==
It takes them ten minutes to finish freeing everyone else, and start making their way out of the dungeon cell block. The Venators now make their way through the bowels of the castle, searching for the armoury in which all their belongings have been stored.
“As you push open the grand oak doors, the faint scent of sickly sweet rotting food and fire hits your noses. The doors reveal the next room to be a grand dining room with a long oak table, set as though prepared for a grand feast expecting many a guest. It's adequately lit but the two corners of the room above the door seem to glow with a dim greenish glow.” Tim pauses in his description as lighting changing to a dim greenish light behind him; he rolls a D8 four times (6, 7, 2, 4), behind the DM screen, followed by the rolling of a D20 four times (3, 19, 13, 18).
“Oh god…” Dick mutters,
Jason huffs. “What are you going to torture us with now, oh great DM?”
Tim smiles cruelly. “Four rays of fire are shot towards the party from somewhere within the dining room. First attack is an eight versus Chirop's AC?”
Bruce sighs in relief. “That's a miss.”
Tim continues to smile. “Mmk, the rest of the attacks are, twenty-four versus Balabitara's AC, eighteen versus Niriwyse's AC, and twenty-three verses Rokian's AC. I assume those hit.”
Damian narrows his eyes at Tim, whilst Dick winces and Cass pouts.
Tim rolls a D6 nine times, behind the DM screen. “Balabitara takes four points of fire damage, Niriwyse and Rokian both take eight points of fire damage.”
The three all jot down the damage taken.
Still smiling, like the truly evil DM that he is, Tim clasps his hands together. “Two skulls, enveloped with green flames, descend from the ceiling. One hovers over the grand table and the other hovers but the top of the opened doors, giving itself cover.” He pauses, then grins. “With the surprise round over, everyone roll initiative!”
Out of habit, all seven players, and Tikki, roll their D20s in almost perfect sync. Dick rolls an 18, Cass rolls a 9, Jason rolls a 14, Bruce rolls a 16, Steph rolls a 17 with advantage, Damian rolls a 2, Marinette rolls a 10, and Tikki rolls a 14.
“Twenty or above?” Tim asks.
“Twenty three,” Bruce announces.
Jason rolls his eyes. “Twenty-one.”
Dick grins, “Twenty one as well!”
Tim scribbles down the rolls on the initiative table. “D'awww, you both rolled twenty-one. Anyway, fifteen or above?”
“Tikki rolled an eighteen.” Informs Marinette.
“I got nineteen!” Steph exclaims.
Jotting down those rolls as well, Tim asks “Alright, anyone ten or above?”
Cass signs her roll, ‘fourteen.’
“Thirteen.” Marinette answers.
Tim glances at the initiative table, then at Damian. “And you Damian?”
Damian scoffs. “Three.”
“Okay.” Tim then rolls a D20 twice. “Chirop! You're up first!”
Bruce looks slightly bewildered. He clears his throat. “Can I grab the nearest sharp pieces of cutlery and sneak behind a chair?”
Tim nods. “Roll stealth.”
He rolls an 18. “My stealth modifier is plus thirteen, so thirty-one to stealth.”
Tim whistles, “To the rest of the Venators, it looks like Chirop just vanishes into thin air.”
“Are any of the enemies close enough that I could move into melee range?” He questions.
“There's one floating Flameskull hovering five foot in the air, with your Long-Limbed trait, it's well within reach,” Tim informs.
Bruce narrows his eyes. “I would like to stab the Flameskull with the sharp cutlery, knives are preferable.”
“Roll to hit. As knives are close enough to daggers, I'll say you can get away with adding your proficiency bonus as well.”
Bruce rolls, with advantage, a 19. “Plus my modifiers, that's twenty-eight to hit.”
“That hits.”
Bruce rolls for damage, 2. “That's two, so seven.” He then rolls for Surprise damage, 8 (5, 3), and Sneak Attack damage, 24 (6, 2, 5, 6, 5). “That's a total of 39 piercing damage. Then I'll use my bonus action to stab it again,” He rolls a 16, “Twenty-one to hit.”
Tim puts on his best poker face. “That also hits.”
“Then that'll be…” He rolls a 1. “One damage from the second attack.”
“The Flameskull you hit screeches in fury as it crumbles to bone dust.” Tim then proceeds to make a horrific screeching sound, for immersion of course.
“What the fuck, Timbo?” Jason asks, wincing.
Dick cringes. “At least you aren't right beside him! My poor ears!”
“Rip us closest seats.” Mumbles Marinette, wrinkling her nose.
“Rehodros, you're up next!” Tim announces gleefully, ignoring his suffering players.
Jason narrows his eyes at Tim, “I want to run over to the table, grab any food on the table that's not rotten, and yeet it at the nearest Flameskull.”
Tim hums, “Okay, the only non-rotten food you can find, is a block of aged cheese and a bowl of hardened sugar cubes.
Snorting, Jason cracks his knuckles. “Oh, I have to pick the block of aged cheese.”
“Roll your attack then. But make sure you only add your Dex modifier to the attack as you're not proficient in improvised weaponry.”
Jason rolls to attack and also gets a 19. “Twenty four to hit.”
Tim snorts. “Yeah, that definitely hits, go ahead and roll damage.”
Jason nods and rolls a 1D4, managing to get max damage. “Four! Wooh! Plus my Dex mod, that's nine damage!”
“You lob the cheese at the Flameskull, managing to cause a couple of cracks to form on its skull. It turns it's furious gaze to you, intending to intimidate you but the effect is somewhat hindered by the melting cheese covering half of its skull.” Tim flips through his notes and marks down the damage taken.
“Okay, then I want to grab the bowl of sugar and using my extra attack to throw that at the Flameskull, in the jaw.” Jason smirks and switches to his Rehodros voice, “You look like you've got a sssweet tooth, bonehead!” He rolls to attack and gets a 12. “Seventeen to hit?”
“That will hit.”
Jason rolls a 3 on the D4. “That's eight damage total.”
“As the bowl of sugar starts to melt from the heat of the fire, the sickly sweet scent of hot sugar begins to emanate from the Flameskull. The Flameskull does not look happy.” Tim pauses to glance at the initiative table. “Niriwyse! You're up.”
Dick glances down at his spell list and beams. “I'm going to cast Vicious Mockery. And say,” he puts on his Niriwyse voice, which is just his voice but higher pitch and with a British Estuary accent, “Green is so not your colour!”
Tim hums, then flips through his notes. “What's the spell Save DC on that again?”
Quickly checking his spell sheet, Dick answers, “DC 16.”
“Mmk,” Tim responds non-committally, before rolling a D20 twice from behind the DM screen. “That, unfortunately for you, is a nat 20. Which means it takes no damage and suffers no disadvantage. The Flameskull turns to you briefly, to cackle in your face, before turning its attention back to Rehodros.”
Dick frowns. “Aww that failed, welp I'll use my bonus action to give Speilsol Leyer inspiration.” He clears his throat and puts on his Niriwyse voice to sing. “Let's get down to business! To defeat, this skull! Did they order heroes, no they asked for none! We're the saddest party you'll ever meet! But you can bet before we're through, Flameskull, we'll make dust out of you!”
The rest of the table burst into cheers and groans.
“Beautiful, Speilsol Leyer, you get 1D10 bardic inspiration,” Tim confirms. “And now it's your turn. Show the audience what you've got.”
Steph giggles. “Okay, okay, I've got a really dumb idea.”
Tim raises an eyebrow at her.
“So, firstly, is there anything on the walls, like paintings? Wall sconces? Y'know.” She asks.
“There's a painting of a naked elven lady on one wall, and a taxidermied fox head on the other,” Tim informs.
Steph bounces in her seat. “Cool! So I'm gonna rage! Rip the taxidermied fox head off the wall, then run and leap up into the air to bludgeon the Flameskull with the fox head!”
“Right. Make an athletics roll.”
Rolling a D20, she gets 13. “Twenty one!”
“You manage to jump into the air with expert grace. Roll to hit.”
She rolls a 16. “That's a twenty-four to hit because I've got the Tavern Brawler Feat so I've got proficiency with improvised and-slash-or unconventional weapons!”
He snorts. “That'll definitely hit, roll damage.”
Steph picks up her D4 and rolls it, getting a 3. “Do with my strength modifier and Rage damage, that's ten damage! And uh, that's the end of my turn!”
Tim scribbles down the damage taken, he then checks his notes quickly. “The sugary cheese-covered Flameskull starts to cackle madly. It casts fireball on the party, everyone make dexterity saving throws.”
On cue, everyone in the party rolls their D20s. Tikki rolls an 18, Damian and Marinette both roll 16s, and Dick rolls a 4.
Before Bruce rolls his dice, he proclaims, “I'd like to use evasion!” He then rolls and gets a 5. “Fourteen total.”
“Evasion too!” Cass declares with a smile, she rolls her D20, getting 18. She then signs her result, ‘twenty-seven
“Shit!” Jason mutters, staring at his roll of 2.
“Nat one?” Tim questions.
Jason shakes his head. “Natural two, so seven total.”
“I also got seven,” Dick adds.
“Seventeen,” Damian announces.
“I rolled a nineteen and Tikki rolled a twenty-two.” Marinette pipes up.
Steph frowns at her roll of nine. “Eleven…” She glances at her character sheet again. “Wait, no! I get advantage on dexterity saving throws!” She shakes the dice in her hands and blows on it for good luck, then rolls it into the dice box. It lands on an 18. Fist pumping the air, she cheers. “Yes! Dirty twenty, fuck yeah!”
“Alright. Niriwyse and Rehodros both take…” Tim rolls a D6 eight times, behind the DM screen. “Twenty-three fire damage. And everyone else except Chirop and Balabitara take half that, so eleven damage. And of course, Chirop and Balabitara take no damage whatsoever.”
“Wooh,” Bruce cheers.
“Wait a second!” Jason interrupts, triple-checking his character sheet, “I've got fire resistance!”
“Then you also take eleven damage instead of the full twenty-three.” Tim corrects. “And that's the end of the Flameskull's turn. Tikki's up now.”
Marinette tilts her head to the side as Tikki whispers in her again. “Tikki is going to hold her turn.”
Tim nods. “Okay then, it's Balabitara's turn.”
Cass smiles sweetly. “Jump and punch?”
“Roll an athletics check then, please.”
She rolls a 13, and signs her results, ‘eighteen.’
“You barely manage to leap within melee range of the Flameskull,” Tim narrates. “Roll to hit.”
She rolls her dice again, rolling a flat 17. Again, she signs her result, ‘twenty-six.’
“That will definitely hit.” He acknowledges.
Cass then rolls damage, gets a 4, and signs the total, ‘nine.’ She glances down at her character sheet, and then back up at Tim. “Second attack?”
Tim nods again, still jotting down the damage taken. “Go ahead and roll.”
Rolling again, she gets a nine, so she signs the result, ‘eighteen.’
He hums, “That'll also hit, roll damage.”
She rolls and gets a 3. ‘Eight,’ she signs.
Tim chuckles, “As you punch the Flameskull twice, the skull shatters and turns into sugary and cheesy skull dust.”
Cass grins and fist-pumps the air as the rest of the table breaks into cheers.
“Everyone breathe a sigh of relief! Encounter over.” He comments. “And I think we've reached our halfway mark, so we'll take a quick five minutes break to grab something to eat and drink, and we'll continue on after the break.”
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“Ahhh.” Zima finished her bottle of vodka with a flourish. “Alright, that’ll do for tonight. Wallet’s already hurting from that shitstorm from last night - not naming any names.”
Beehunter shrugged. “I didn’t say you had to fight me in the bar, Zee, just that we should spar sometime. I blame FEater for actually using her gloves.”
“Your fists are your weapons - why shouldn't use mine? I honestly think the whole ‘use the table as a moving platform’ idea was what got us thrown out.”
“Heh...that’s fair.” Leto chuckled. “Hey, Bee, don’t you have another bottle of the good stuff at your place?”
FEater and Zima shared a glance. “Good stuff?” The general interjected.
“Honey straight from a mom-and-pop joint out near the Ursus capital. She got it-” At that point, there was a bread roll firmly lodged between Leto’s teeth, so she was unable to spill Bee’s source.
“Hmm...Fee, are you getting in on this?” She scratched behind her ear. “Never had this stuff before.”
The ex-actress shook her head. “It doesn’t do anything for me, and I’m doing something with the Doctor in a little bit, so I’ll pass.”
“Alright. See you next week, I guess.”
“Yeah, you girls have fun!” FEater smirked. “I know I will...heheh.”
With that totally-not-ominous declaration of purpose, the other three went on their merry way. Beehunter was all smiles. “So, Zee, you’ve neeeever had honey before?”
“Not a drop. What’s the deal with it, anyway? I heard Gummy talking about it the other day.”
“You ever see that Ch’en lady out with her girlfriend, and how she gets after a couple drinks?” They all had, and it deserved a chuckle. “Well, since it takes a hell of a lot of alcohol to get an Ursus like that, we’ve got honey instead. It’s sugar-sweet and a real treat, but not something you just find out on the street.”
The general nodded. “Alright, then. What was that Fee was saying about it not working on her?”
“It doesn’t work for everyone - actually, I was kind of surprised it worked on Lee. Boy, does it work on Lee...”
“Hey!” She swatted at the cage fighter, who simply laughed. “I don’t go around embarrassing you, do I?”
Bee shook her head. “Nah, you don’t, I guess. Alright, we’re here. No shoes on the carpet!”
“You say that every time, but you still don’t have a carpet.” Nonetheless, Zima did still take off her shoes (a custom she’d picked up from Rosa, not that she’d tell anyone that) and joined Leto and Beehunter at the kitchen table, where the fabled honeypot was kept.
“Rules are simple - start with a shot, give it a slosh to see what it does, and enjoy the trip.” Bee and Lee leaned back in their chairs to watch the show. “We’ll be here to make sure you don’t go haywire.”
The general scoffed. “Me? Go haywire? I save that for the battlefield for a reason.” She poured herself a shot of honey, waited for the other two to do the same, and downed it like Swire at Nickel Shot Night.
“Sooo...How ya feelin’?” Leto, ever the lightweight, was already feeling it enough to loosen up.
“That’s pretty good. Why don’t they make alcohol out of this?”
Beehunter shrugged. “Some places do...but it messes with the effect for us. Not really worth it for us.”
“Aww...bummer.” She leaned forward in her chair. “Hey, Lee?”
“Yeah?” Leto was already pouring her and Bee’s third shot.
The general gestured for a fill-up, which was promptly given. “Nm nm nm nm nm...Ahh~ So what’re you two like drinkin’ this stuff?”
“We both crash pretty hard after a while,” Beehunter replied, yawning. “She’ll talk your ears off if you don’t tell her off.”
“I’ll listen to her...Come over here, Lee. Tell me a story.”
She raised an eyebrow at her. “You really wanna hear me talk?”
“Yeah, just come over here.” Zima pushed her chair back and patted her thighs insistently. “Please?”
“Oh, alright.” Leto walked over and sat in her lap.
Beehunter chuckled. “Now this I gotta...zzzz...”
“Wow. You wer’nt kiddin’.” The general set her head on her friend’s shoulder. “Alright, Lee. Tell me a story.”
“Hmm...Well, ya know the one I was tellin’ Bee the other night - ya know, about Peterheim and our time there, so what story do I have for you...I’m gonna need to think.”
Zima squeezed her a little. “That’s fine. Take your time~”
“You’re getting kinda handsy, Zee.” Leto chuckled. “What would Rosa say if she saw you right now?”
“She won’t mind. Besiiides, you’re so huggable. I just wanna snuggle with my teddy-Lee~”
She leaned into her a little. “Heheh. Is that all you wanna do with your teddy, Zee?”
“Keeheeheehee.” The general kissed her cheek. “This isn’t my place, though.”
“It’s mine, itn’t it? She can’t tell me what to do...Buuuut if you wanna, I wouldn’t mind~”
Zima looked over at the firmly asleep Beehunter. “Okay, but we’ve gotta be quiet, mmk- mmm~”
-- -- --
“...Oi.” Beehunter nudged Leto. “Time to get up.”
“Ahh~ Why do I feel so good this morning?” She glanced around, looking for an explanation-
-and a hand pressing on her thigh got her attention as the general sat up. “Hmm...This isn’t my room...Oh yeah. Last night.”
“...I’m going to the gym.” Bee left, leaving Lee and Zee to sort themselves out.
“Eh-heh-he...Um.” Leto awkwardly looked at Zima. “So, was last night fun?”
The general looked at her for a minute before collapsing against her. “Mmhmm.”
“Are you still feeling it?”
“Mmhmm.” She shook her head back and forth against Lee’s chest. “Call in sick.”
The former second-best brawler in Peterheim blinked. “Sorry?”
“Call in sick. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Do you really think-” Actually, come to think of it, she had a couple vacation days she could burn. “Alright, I can do that. You really sure?”
Zima’s unusually soft eyes stared into Leto’s soul. “Completely.”
“Okay, then...Um, you’re gonna have to get off me so I can make the call, Zee.”
“Oh. Right.” She sighed and, as she watched her get up, even pouted. “Hurry back~”
Lee chuckled as she walked to where she’d left her phone the night before, thinking as she dialed the number, ‘Whatever happened last night sure put her in a good mood...I wouldn’t mind making a habit of this~’
#arknights#zima (arknights)#Beehunter (arknights)#leto (arknights)#this uh...this might not be what you meant by affectionate calli#but i mean can you blame me?#arknights fic
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Bloody Baron
So we’d gone a little ways into the next level the night before last but then died without saving, so last night we settled in to look at the whole game now that we’ve completed the prologue. We sort of hadn’t realized that was what was going on.
I’m gonna reply to replies under the cut too. I don’t have a ton of time for a recap but I did want to share a couple funny things that happened.
I had a walkthrough all loaded up, and asked Dr F if he wanted me to tell him anything. “Eh,” he said, considering it. “Let’s do this organically. What happens, happens.” He contemplated it further. “I’m gonna try to be Peak Geralt. I’m gonna be like, what would be the most in-character decision to make here? That’s how I’m gonna do this.”
“Maybe I’ll just let you know if there’s something important you’re walking right past, or anything like that. Just so you know, though, there’s stuff for much higher levels all mixed through in this area.”
“Yeah,” he said, “that’s probably best.”
“OK SO,” I said, as the thing loaded and it was clearly the beginning of the level, “you know that burned-out town you rode through last time? Loot the houses instead. And oh, the lady right there by the side of the road asking for help? She has a really easy quest for you, do that one.” “I’m supposed to search this dead guy’s trousers?!?” “Uh check his shoes first,” I said, scrolling through the walkthrough. “And then uhh... look around.”
So, we continued, with me making comments like that-- I’m not trying to spoiler anything but I also don’t want to watch 25 minutes of Geralt walking around kicking walls trying to figure out where the McGuffin is for your plot coupon. I warned him about the fisstech priest-- take the quest, but like, don’t believe him about why. Maybe try to avoid getting in a barfight here if you can because you’ll probably have to come back here later and if you wrecked the place the innkeep isn’t gonna want to talk to you. He picked up a few quests on the noticeboard and said “yeah let’s do some sidequests, that’ll be cool”, and then was like “but I need a blacksmith, I can almost level up this sword and I really want that”, so he perused the map and found the nearest blacksmith and set off for the nearest blacksmith.
in the Bloody Baron’s fortress, it turned out. Well, ok, so you gotta go into the keep to get to the blacksmith. and now you’ve engaged the event tree where you’re talking to the Baron, so. (”If he tries to make trouble, we outnumber him,” says the guard, and Geralt gives them this fantastic raised-eyebrow face, “Bitch, you think?”)
Fuck, this guy’s not really a blacksmith, he’s an armourer and can’t do swords, so it’s no good. But now you’re in the thing where you talk to the Baron, so--
in we went, we talked to the guy, that unlocked a flashback sequence where-- oh-- you have to play as Ciri? oh there’s-- is that who this is? It was quite funny. he’s like “oh you can pick flowers as Ciri?”
I scrolled way way way way down the walkthrough and was like “mmk so they expected you do to all the sidequests first but yes you can and actually MUST pick flowers as Ciri, you’re going to need to craft a thing.”
“What the fuck,” he said, suddenly fighting wolves. “She glows blue. What is happening.”
“Oh she can teleport,” I said.
“What the fuck,” he said.
Anyway-- we made it through the Ciri backstory. MathMom had fallen asleep on the couch, and woke up just as Dr. F was saying something unintentionally lewd about oiling blades.
“Superior Beast Oil,” she mumbled confusedly, and went back to sleep. (It was not, in fact, Superior Beast Oil, we can’t make that one yet. We can’t even make regular Beast Oil yet. But Ciri is capable of meeting the beast’s needs with regular steel, don’t worry-- she’s very resourceful and also is wearing wedge-heeled boots for no reason.)
“You gotta rifle through the Baron’s house,” I told Dr. F.
“Let’s...” he said. “Do that tomorrow.” So we stopped.
mikkeneko replied to your post“Okay, I knew there was *some* legit connection between Ciri and...”
...what the *fuck*
RIGHT???? I mean, it’s a spoiler, but like, I think you need to be prepared.
bittylildragon replied to your post “death march why”
If you want, there are "game movies" of all the Witcher 3 plot scenes, and videos of any subquest you want to see as well. If you search YouTube for "game movie Witcher 3" or the quest name, you can get exactly what you want!
Oh yes, I’m aware! I’ve watched the Geralt and Ciri reunion one like five times. (The ROCKING! when he thinks she’s DEAD! such good body language!)-- so like, I do recommend that to interested-for-fic-purposes sorts of people!
bittylildragon replied to your post “s-leary replied to your post “escaping white orchard” ...”
"How can you call yourself a <i>freak</i>, sir, when you have no particular powers? Sucking cock is probably the <i>least weird</i> thing I do, buddy." omfg XD True
I feel like this meme is warranted:
but that’s Netflix!Geralt, Game!Geralt is both more feral and less overdramatic. Maybe we just haven’t seen Game!Geralt in full-on drama mode, though.
Oh yes another funny walkthrough moment was as we were attempting to avoid getting into a barfight in the Inn at the Crossroads.
“Ooooh, he’s got two swords,” says a bandit, swaggering in. “Think he’s got two pricks too?”
Geralt gives the standard Witcher explanation for the two swords-- one for monsters, one for humans-- and then further elaborates that he only has one prick, but does not explain the logical conclusion that it is thus a dual-purpose prick. C’mon my guy, go for it. But I guess that was the don’t-get-in-a-fight dialogue option.
#mikkeneko#bittylildragon#the Witcher#witcher 3#that quarantine life#long post#super long post#wee precious flower prince geralt
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY❤️❤️🎉🎉
HAPPY MALIGAYANG BIRTHDAY KAARAWAN BABY KO! :)
Hmm.. Uhm.. Ano… Kasi… Happy Birthday! :)
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So ayun na nga…
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Seryoso na nga!☺️
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Osya.. Hanggang dito nalang muna.. baka ipadala mo pa to sa MMK baby eh 😛 Lol.
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~Loving you still, and always will,
♥Baby
I’m sorry for the fights that we get into. I’m sorry for making you cry. I’m sorry if I get jealous. I’m sorry if I act childish sometimes. I thank you for all the smiles that you’ll bring me, all the happiness you can give me. I thank you for being there when I need you the most. Thank you for brightening up my day. I'm really thankful and blessed by GOD by giving you. I pray and hope that God will guide us in our love story. Let's make Him the center of this. And Let's continue praying and hoping that God give us more patience and unite us more with LOVE. Let's pray that He may give us strength and make us stronger. ♥
BABY, Walang bibitaw ha? Walang susuko. Kahit anong away, kahit na anong tampo, kahit na anong pagsubok yung dumating satin kapit lang okay? At baby ko,kapag dumating man yung time na mapagod ka, malungkot ka, madown ka, mapasuko ka dahil sakin. Kung dumating man yung time na mag hinala ka, mapaisip ka dahil sa mga bagay bagay, gusto ko baby balikan mo yung mga sinabi mo sakin dati🥺 HAPPY BIRTHDAY ULIT BABY!! ENJOY YOUR DAY WISH YOU ALL THE BEST BABY❤️
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Marry Me - David Dobrik
word count: 1701
summary: David wants to propose so he has something painted on the wall of your guys’ room!
an.. this was requested by @sgarrett49 and i love the concept so much thank you
“I need you to put on your blindfold.” David says literally as soon as I walk through the door. He already has his camera in hand. This is not a good sign.
“No hello or welcome back?” I ask with a laugh, I kick off my shoes and walk over to where he’s seated in the living room.
I lean down and pull him in for a kiss. I’ve been gone for a few days so I could fly back home and visit family. Usually, David comes with, but he couldn’t this time because he had a few meetings that he couldn’t move.
“Why do I need to put on a blindfold, David?” I groan. I should be used to this after how long David and I have been dating. Somehow, I’ll never be used to his crazy antics that I love him so much for.
“Babe, you know I wouldn't hurt you.” He teases.
“I have scars that prove otherwise.” I joke back along for the camera. David has never harmed me before. He’s always had my safety as a priority.
David hands me a blindfold and sets down his camera to tie it on for me. His hand touches my face and I can feel he’s all clammy which catches me off guard.
“Wait, why are you nervous?” I ask, this makes me actually nervous. What surprise could it be that would make even David nervous?
He lets out a loud laugh followed by an exhale, proving I’m right.
“David.” I whine.
He just lets out another laugh and picks up his camera off the coffee table. He takes my hand in his and leads me through the house. He takes me around in circles trying to make me confused on our location.
“You’re just stalling aren’t you?” I laugh, “They don’t have the python ready yet.”
“C’mon, Y/n you know I wouldn’t do that same bit over again.” I don’t have to see him to know that he has an evil smirk on his face.
Finally, he leads us to where I think our bedroom is. He opens the door and walks in before me, pulling me behind him.
“Okay, stand right there.” David instructs.
He walks over and I can hear him set down the camera on what sounds like the dresser.
“Can I take this off now?” I ask impatiently.
“One second.” He says from somewhere behind me. He holds off for a few more seconds before he says ‘go ahead’.
I pull the blindfold off my face and open my eyes. I am met with the wall of our bedroom painted. Unlike the other wall paintings he’s done in the past, this one is heartfelt. It’s still in the cartoon style of the others, but it includes David down on one knee next to a version of me. He has a cartoon bubble reading ‘marry me?’. There’s an obnoxiously big diamond ring in his hand.
“So what do you think?” David asks from behind me.
I turn around and he’s on one knee. My hand is covering my mouth, the tears are slowly starting to fall. This is all real.
“David.” I smile, letting out a laugh.
“Y/n, I love you so much. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, I’ve never had someone understand me the way that you do.” He takes a deep breath, “Before this gets too cheesy, will you marry me?” David has tears in his eyes too. I love this emotional boy.
“Yes, of course it’s yes.” I laugh.
David immediately stands up and slides the ring over my finger. I hardly get a chance to look at it because David and I’s lips meet. They fit just as perfect as they always do, a mix of salty tears that aren’t bothering either of us. This moment is too special for anything to ruin it.
“Oh my god!” I laugh, pulling away. I wrap my arms around David’s neck and his go around my waist. He lifts me up a little, spinning us around in a circle.
“You’re crazy.” I shake my head, still in disbelief.
“You love it.” He bites back a smirk, I just roll my eyes.
I pull him in for another quick kiss. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him. I’ll always need more. Now, I have forever for that.
“So this is why you couldn’t come home with me?” I ask, shocked.
“Yes, I had to be here for this then I could surprise you!”
“How long have you had this planned?” I finally look down at the beautiful ring that he’s picked out. It’s perfect.
“A few months.” He shrugs off.
“A few months?”
“Yeah, I’ve had it planned since before our last trip home. I had to ask your dad for permission.”
I pull him in for another quick peck on the lips before peppering more around his face. It’s so cute that he asked my dad, he’s so old school I love it. I don’t stop until he starts laughing.
“This is by far the best wall you’ve done.” I pull him in for a side hug as we both admire the wall.
“I agree.” David turns and presses a kiss to my temple. We stay that way for a while in each other’s arms until we both tire of standing. We go back to the living room and he takes his laptop and camera.
“So, that’s why you were so nervous?” I ask with a laugh.
“Well, yeah!” He states, “I didn’t know if you would say yes or not!”
“You should’ve known.” I swing my legs over his lap and rest my head on his shoulder. I can’t fight off the yawn, it was late when I flew in and now I’m fighting off slight jet lag.
“Go to sleep, babe. I can finish editing and then we’ll go to bed.” David insists.
“Mmk.” I mumble, my eyes already getting heavy.
David’s POV
Once Y/n’s breathing changes I know she is out. I smile and look at her tucked into my side. I could stay like this forever. I have to force myself to change my attention to editing. The entire vlog is dedicated to her and our engagement.
I take a video from a couple of weeks ago, it’s Y/n blaring music loudly while dancing and singing around the house. It has to be one of my favorite moments together so far. It was such a small simple time, but it holds so much joy. She was just being undeniably herself. I pause the clip so I can do a voiceover.
“That’s Y/n, the love of my life. Today is a very special day and she doesn’t even know it yet. I am going to marry this girl.” I stop recording and add it to the video. I look over and make sure that Y/n is still sleeping.
The rest of the vlog is footage of my asking for her parent’s permission, telling my friends and getting their reaction/ideas, then finally getting the wall painted. It was hard letting Y/n leave me for even a few days, I wanted to go with but for this to work I had to stay. Finally, I add the ending when she comes home and her reaction to everything. I even leave in some parts after she says yes. I end it with us spinning around and laughing.
I edit the clips for a while until it’s perfect. This has to be my best vlog yet, she deserves that. I upload the video and it’s posted when I finally wake Y/n up.
Y/n POV
“Babe, I’m all finished.” David whispers, shaking my shoulder lightly.
“I wanna watch it.” I say, sitting up again.
David pulls it up on his laptop and we snuggle together to watch it. It’s the cutest thing I think I’ve ever seen. The parts of David picking out the ring, talking to my parents makes me cry again. He has tears in his eyes as he films some of it. I don’t know how I’ve lucked out so much with this boy in my life. He even puts cute music over certain parts. I love all of the voiceovers and cuts of him all nervous waiting for me to come home. It all just melts my heart.
“Dave.” I moan out his name, I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him down on top of me. He laughs and adjusts himself so not all of his weight is on me.
“You are the cheesiest, sweetest, and best person I’ve ever known.”
David blushes at my words. He drops his head so I can’t see him, but I pull him back up so I can. I pull him closer so our lips can meet.
“I can’t believe that everyone knows now.” David whispers, “It’s been such a long time in the making.”
I run a hand through his hair, I can’t help but notice the addition of jewelry on my hand now.
“I know, now everyone is going to be badgering us for the date.” I shake my head with a laugh that he mimics, “I want to post something too! Show off my fiance.”
“Fiance.” David echos me, it’s weird to have that title on our relationship.
“I really like how that sounds.” I admit.
“Me too.” He grins.
David and I take a quick picture of us holding hands so I can show off the ring. I post it on instagram I debate about having a sweet caption or a humorous one and eventually decide on a the latter.
Yourusername: This engagement was not brought to you by Seatgeek.
Fan1: HOLY SHIT WHAT😍
Fan2: My absolute favorite couple on youtube is getting married! I can die in peace now
Shuapeck: Wedding of the year is coming💒
Fan3: They’re moving too fast
Fan2: @ fan3 this isn’t your relationship, you can leave
Daviddobrik: That’s what you think, babe 😉
Fan4: What about @ lizakoshy
↪️Lizakoshy: @ fan4 honey, i’m their #1 fangirl 💏
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domus (epilogue)
a/n: alright, we’re trying this ONE more time before i give up for the week. seems like tumblr tags are having an issue! but anyways, some anons in the past asked for a sort of epilogue/bonus scenes so i wrote down a few as a birthday present to you all. thank you for all the love given over these months!! stay safe, healthy, hydrated and rested.
wc: ~2.4k // part of the domus universe
First date:
“Where are you taking me?” You ask with a grin creeping onto your face. Your eyes capture the blur of the buildings, accustomed to the warm hand laying on your thigh. The appendages squeeze your flesh in a teasing manner, causing you to look over at the man behind the steering wheel. There’s a ghost of a smirk gracing his complexion, and you imagine there’s a twinkle in his gaze behind his sunglasses.
“Do I have to remind you about what a ‘surprise’ means?” He replies and you want to smack him across the arm.
“It’s our first official date, and the only clue I have is the 2 bento boxes by my feet. Are we going on a picnic?”
“Not quite. Be patient,” Keiji playfully scolds, causing you to huff and pout for a bit.
You’re still only 70% sure when he shows off his parallel parking skills, turning the wheel with one hand and another on the back of your seat. It’s slightly concerning how much you miss his touch, but perhaps it’s somewhat resolved when he walks around the front to open your door and offer a hand. You place a wrapped bento in his free hand and grab the other one for yourself, letting him drag you for a block or two.
The surroundings become more and more familiar until you finally spot the large characters on the wall of the building. You send Keiji a curious look and he just sends you a soft smile, walking around the border, through some back alleyway that you didn’t realize existed, until you’re within the walls of your high school. The nostalgia crashes over you, almost having you feel out of place for not being in uniform. But minutes later, when Keiji whips a key out of nowhere and unlocks one of the many side entrances, leading you up the stairs, you find yourselves on the roof.
Zephyrs whip around your figures until Keiji tugs on your hand towards the direction of the wall, the slight overhang of the structure providing some shade and recluse from the sun. He sits against the concrete and dutifully unwraps the meal he so nicely made this time, and you can’t help but lean over and peck him on the cheek. It’s full of delight and unbridled affection, so much so that Keiji can’t fight the slight blush rushing to his cheeks.
You hum around the food in satisfaction (because of course, Keiji is also a decent cook, it’s not fair for someone to be so good at so many things!), munching for a few minutes before asking, “Why here of all places?”
Keiji’s eyebrows furrow somewhat before the wrinkles smooth out. “I’d always wanted to have a meal with you out here when we were still in high school – but there was never a good way or time to ask, and I didn’t want to weird you out.”
“I would’ve said yes, you know?”
“Now I do,” he chuckles. “Eat up, you’ve had a long week.”
Keiji takes you on a mini-tour of sorts, pointing out the classroom he was in and where he sat. He still remembered where Konoha’s desk was, and though Bokuto wasn’t in the same year, he could still tell you which seat was the ace’s. The two of you exchange more stories about your years here, calmly walking down the stairs until he takes you to the gym. The squeaking of sneakers and yells of teenage boys become louder and louder, but before Keiji can push back the flap of the door screen, you tug on his hand.
“Are we allowed? I feel like we’re intruding.”
“Coach knows I’m here – how else did you think I got a key?”
He brings you in before you can protest again, making sure to stay out of sight until there’s a quick water break. Only then does Keiji make his presence known, politely greeting his old coach and exchanging laughs and smiles. He makes sure to introduce you and you quickly bow, unable to contain the smile when Keiji regards you as his girlfriend. The coach makes some small indication that you seemed familiar, and then introducing Keiji to the team. Some of their eyes light up when they hear about him being the setter during the reign of Bokuto Kotarou. It’s endearing, watching your boyfriend meld back into an element of the past that he so fondly misses.
About ten minutes later, the two of you wave goodbye and leave the premises, but not before Keiji makes a cheeky suggestion to go back to his former senior classroom and make out on his old desk. You ignore the flare that ignites in your gut and attempt to hide your fluster with a roll of your eyes. Instead, he pulls you into a secluded corner and crowds over your, leaving you nowhere to run.
But when his lips meet yours and his hands grasp your waist, you can’t imagine having it any other way for a first date.
First night sleeping in bed together
It’s a bit of an accident, if you’re honest. Usually, you’re always able to make it back to your own apartment. But then after the movie was finished and you were two wine glasses in, the alcohol in combination with the shit Friday at work depleted you of all energy. Keiji, ever the doting boyfriend, picked up on your lethargy pretty quickly. He stands from the couch and merely smiles when you whine at the loss of body heat, and with little trouble, carries you bridal style to his bedroom.
“I can take the futon, mmk? He whispers as he makes room for your body, setting you down gently on his mattress. Memories stir of your impromptu visit two years ago as he tucks you in. Despite your best efforts, a wide yawn creeps past your lips as you snuggle into his pillow, letting his scent wash over you.
“Sleep with me,” you murmur, patting the empty space next to you. Keiji can’t help the flutter of his heartbeat at your invitation.
“Are you sure?”
“You’re being silly. We’re dating now, the futon is a no-no,” you sleepily chide. Keiji looks down at himself to make sure he’s wearing clothes that’s comfortable enough to sleep in, then at you for confirmation again. When you’re still wiggling your fingers on his grey sheets, he succumbs to his desires and slides underneath the layers.
Keiji lays on his side facing you, struggling to hear anything over the pounding in his ribcage. You have a hand bent up near your face and the other in front of your chest, quiet breaths leaving your body. He mimics your posture and returns the small grin you give him, brushing away the strands that look slightly displaced.
The calmness that eases into his chest is a feeling he’ll never get tired of. It’s exactly what he’s dreamed of experiencing for the last few years, the serenity in falling asleep next to the person you love. He feels incredibly lucky to be here, in this time, with you of all people. In fact, he hadn’t felt that tired earlier, but exhaustion was quickly approaching him. Before Keiji can fully pass out, he makes sure to intertwine his fingers with your free, upturned ones, squeezing slightly as a gesture of affection.
And when you tighten yours in reply, Keiji closes his eyes in peace.
When Keiji confesses just how long he’s been in love with you
Your first year dating with Keiji simply flies by, and it feels like time won’t slow down soon. Initially he wanted to take you to some fancy sushi restaurant for your anniversary, but when you showed up at his apartment the night before listing all the ways your interim manager was being completely asinine, he figured you just needed something a little more comfortable and calming the next day. So he settles for taking you to your favorite ramen restaurant, the same one he ordered from for you three years ago. It’s small yet intimate – after all, you’re more than wise to understand the significance of this establishment and what it means for the two of you.
You’re quiet on the way home, a little too quiet if Keiji is being honest. Even though you’re just looking ahead of you, there’s a faraway, pensive curtain over your gaze. You’re not holding his hand as tightly as you usually do, and Keiji’s worried that he did something wrong. Maybe he was supposed to take you somewhere nicer, pamper you like the royalty you are, buy roses, gift some jewelry—
“Do you want some ice cream, Keiji?” You ask, ripping him from his mental spiral and pointing a thumb at an ice cream stand.
“Sure,” he nods, and to his dismay, when he fishes out the correct bills, you’ve already ordered and paid.
“Don’t give me that look,” you gently scold after thanking the worker and handing him his cup. “You paid for dinner.”
“It’s our anniversary, I should be paying for everything.”
“Not because you want to?”
“I want to as well, but—”
“And I wanted to pay for the ice cream, Keiji,” you chuckle, proving your point. “I appreciate the gesture though. Come on, there’s a park over there. Let’s go sit at the bench.”
It’s easy to fall into the small talk again, though you seem to think about your answers more. There’s a weight to your words, a carefulness that seems foreign to how candid you usually are with him. The worry returns and sneaks through his veins – he wants nothing more than to just blurt it out, but that’s pushing you and he shouldn’t do that—
“Keiji, you’ll be honest with me, right? You’ll tell me the truth no matter what?” You inquire abruptly, voice timid and hesitant.
Keiji shifts his body to face you better, ready to give you his full attention. Your questions alarm him a little though. “Of course.”
“Okay,” you say, chewing your bottom lip. “Are…areyoutiredofmeyet?”
As soon as the words are rushed out, you’re looking at anything but him. It’s impossible to hide from his stare of disbelief. Things just have been going so well, you couldn’t help the insecurity that was becoming known again. Yes, you’ve healed from the events of breaking up with Kuroo – but that didn’t mean there was a big, glaring scar across the heart on your sleeve. In times like these, it sucked the light out of you and you just needed some validation.
“Look at me,” he gently prods. You’re defiant, shaking your head. But as you always do, you surrender to his touch, succumbing to the pressure that of his hand against your cheek. It’s soft in its cradle, his thumb tenderly caressing over your cheekbone.
“What makes you think that I’m getting tired of you?”
When you show signs of defiance, Keiji leans in closer until his forehead rests against yours, but remains quiet. He wants to give you time, but also let you know that an answer is imperative.
“It’s…nothing specific, really. Just some lingering fear,” you mutter and wring your hands. “It’s happened before, so I guess I wanna make sure that I don’t mess up again or something.”
He shakes his head, mentally listing all the ways he can make you feel more secure in this relationship as time goes on. Keiji figured this was going to happen at some point, but he’d rather it didn’t. The last thing he wanted you to ever think was that he didn’t love you enough – even after all these years, he only feels that his love has reached immeasurable amounts, and it still continues to grow every day.
“I’ve loved you all these years, and I feel like that at the end, we still haven’t spent enough time together. I don’t think you realize how much I want eternity with you,” he whispers, fingers moving to brush your hair away. “You’re everything I want, and I can’t imagine this with anyone else.”
A watery chuckle leaves you. “You’ve really picked up some flowery language from work, haven’t you?”
“The shoujo manga department is just down the hall, I guess I’m bound to pick up something,” he jokes back. “Doesn’t detract from the fact that I mean every word though.”
“…I’m gonna seek validation, alright? It’s inevitable.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m gonna ask you things like, ‘Do you love me?’ or ‘Are you bored of me?’, and I’ll just need a yes or no most times.”
“Well, I’m hoping that I’ll be good enough so that you won’t even have to ask. But okay, I can do that.”
You surge forward and wrap him in your arms. “Thank you, Keiji.”
“Of course. You ready to head back?”
You let him drag you up by the hand, nodding in affirmation. Things are comfortably serene for the first few minutes – Keiji notices that your eyes seem more alive and brighter, a definite contrast to what they were before. But you’re gnawing on your bottom lip again, what’s on your mind now?
“So…um, what was that thing about loving me for years?” Math might’ve not been your strong suit, but you’ve only been together for a year and years is clearly plural…
“Ah, I guess I can’t hide it anymore,” Keiji sighs, though it’s more lighthearted than anything. “I started liking you my first year of high school, and then realized I might love you sometime during my third year. Hasn’t changed since.”
“…so even in the years when I was dating Tetsurou?”
His smile morphs into something gentler and more bittersweet. “More subdued since I accepted we might never be anything more than friends, but then everything happened and you unexpectedly called me to ask if I had dinner yet…I didn’t want to sway you in your decision, but I just wanted to show how much I’ve treasured you all this time, nothing more.”
“Sorry for making you wait,” you apologize with a pout and a squeeze of his hand.
“You don’t need to apologize – I consider it more to be lucky than anything. Incredibly, ridiculously, unnervingly lucky.”
“Well, I hope we have more lucky years ahead of us.”
#akaashi keiji#akaashi x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#akaashi fluff#haikyuu fluff#akaashi x you#akaashi x y/n#hq#edit: OH FINALLY tags
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alex manes y’all
(ep 7-11 meta thread)
I haven’t seen enough meta about Alex Fucking Manes so I’m just about to go off mmk.
I was flailing like, seconds into the scene where Alex confronts Liz and I didn’t really ever stop flailing because holy shit where have they been hiding Alex Manes?
I know, I know, y’all told me that he would done fuck me up but I very much thought he already had. I did not realize there was so much more to this man and that every bit of it would send me screaming in glee.
From that scene with Liz in ep7 through to the end of ep10, Alex Manes came out like a wildfire burning through a field of bullshit - no weed was left unscathed. Like he is hands down the most Actual Badass character on this show, and possibly that I have ever seen. Like, I am reeling.
(note: I kept this focused on Alex and his thoughts and processes, and as such, concluded before Alex goes to see Michael at the end of episode 9).
also anyone that thinks Alex hasn’t been given a storyline yet is just, not watching the same show??
i saw the sign
I’ll start with that scene with Liz because it is the first real glimpse of what is going on with Alex day to day. He comes seeking out Liz on behalf of Maria. These three were best friends in high school and considering the reunion scenes we got in episodes 1 & 2, we have a pretty good idea that none of them have spoken much, if at all, for most of the last 10 years.
But they were best friends who grew up together - there’s a lot that can change in a decade, but it didn’t change them - or at least, Alex has decided that he won’t let it. He starts hanging out at Maria’s bar - making a clear statement that he isn’t going to let things between him and Guerin keep him away, he has a right dammit no matter how many times Guerin has passed out there in the last 10 years - and trying to rebuild that friendship.
And that’s important. That’s Alex trying to take back some of what he’s lost in the last 10 years, take back what his father stole from him. Maria’s friendship was important to him and he wants it back and he makes enough of an effort that Maria, who up to this point we had seen only being very chipper and warm and optimistic even around just Liz/Alex, opened up to him about some really dark shit going on in her life.
And here Alex is, going out and fighting for her. Not playing nice. Cutting through Liz’s excuses and making it clear exactly where she can shove them. Liz was also his best friend and this is him fighting for that, too, though in a way that is entirely unique to Liz and how she needs to be handled.
Gawd his sass. “You know that nobody believes that excuse, right?” WOW he is not taking shit, got damn. The way he moves his eyebrows, tilts his head, the way he blinks his eyes when he makes a point - it’s all those little things that finally, finally give us a glimpse of that fiery little goth boy from high school. And I for one am so glad he’s still here.
And you see Liz is thinking the same thing - he says “Sometimes, Liz, you gotta be a human being, too” and the look she gives is all “Wow I missed you.”
And he spends the rest of the day with his friends, giving Maria the quality time she’s been missing for a decade. He’s putting in the time and the effort to repair their friendship - you see him even putting in special time with Mama DeLuca. At multiple points Alex sits alone with her, chatting away. She was probably the only mother figure he ever knew - both his and Liz’s mom’s were MIA. He laughs through Mimi’s predictions of a puppy (ummmmm, please??) and played cornhole and used his presence as the glue that held them together. He’s trying.
Sidenote: Alex Manes being incapable of sitting in a booth correctly is the queer representation we fucking deserve, y’all.
barely breathing
I have only actually shouted while watching this show a handful of times, and the loudest by far was in episode 8. Holy shit. Alex swings and I squealed. I woke up my cats. They weren’t happy, but I was thrilled.
I have an addiction and it’s the way adult!Alex speaks to his father. The sarcasm. The bite.
And before we actually talk about these scenes with his father, let’s talk about what led to them. Because by this point Alex has been home a few weeks and he’s spent all of them working on his friendships and, now we learn, investigating his father. The amount of information he’s gathered takes time. And he’s invested it, just like he did with Maria.
Alex Manes is a patient man - when he achieves his goals, he wants to have earned them, wants to do them right.
And here, in this scene, this is where we’re seeing 20+ years of patience paying off. This was planned, crafted, and perfectly executed. This is what happens when Alex Manes is in charge.
Alex is smart and he’s spent 20 years learning how to manipulate from his father. And he got better at it than him. He’s lulled Jesse Manes into a false sense of security - played by the rules, followed orders, did his job as a soldier, but still let his father think him weak bc he didn’t want him to know what was coming.
The just, absolute sunshine in his voice when his father wakes up, that smile.
This is a man that knows he holds all the cards. That knows he’s already won. He won the moment he knocked Jesse over the head - this is just the afterglow.
How many times do you think Alex ran this speech over in this head? He goes over every detail - explains clearly and concisely all the ways Jesse Manes fucked up. All the ways he failed.
“You’re the flaw, Dad.”
Okay we need to talk about this line because wow. Just wow. This is a boy who was beaten and mistreated since childhood because his father thought he was defective. Alex was the flaw in the family. Alex paid the price for his father’s hatred, again and again. The boy he loved paid that price.
And Alex was patient. Alex was thorough. He was meticulous in his revenge.
What happens next is both really infuriating and really therapeutic. Because Jesse makes a valiant effort to gaslight Alex, to make him doubt what he knows, to twist reality in his head - I did this to protect you, I had an obligation to keep you safe.
And then we see the first crack in Alex’s perfectly orchestrated coolness. How dare Jesse Manes claim to have ever done anything to protect Alex. He isn’t falling for a single syllable of Jesse’s bullshit, and he throws all those lies right back at him, cuts through the insincerity, and gets to the heart of the matter, the real truth.
That’s Alex’s superpower (one of them, anyway). His ability to just shut out all pretenses and masks and say the things that need to be said. I could say here how appropriate this analogy is because Michael Guerin is definitely his kryptonite, but this isn’t about Guerin (yet).
“I want to destroy the thing that you love. And I wanna make you watch.”
Okay, I lied. This is definitely about Guerin. What Jesse did to Michael was just one of the traumatizing things that boy went through that night, but it was the capstone atop years of trauma for Alex, ending in Jesse not just ripping away, but shattering the only truly good thing Alex ever had that was all his. Liz and Maria were his but they were also each others’ - Guerin was just his and Guerin taught him that touch can be soft and gentle and intimate - and Guerin loved him. And Alex loved him back.
Jesse destroyed that and made Alex watch.
And that’s what makes this moment so utterly satisfying. Seeing Alex finally take the control. Seeing Alex finally turn the tables on his dad after a decade of waiting for the right time and laying the groundwork and now weeks plotting. He’s earned this.
“Why are you trying to frame Michael?”
MICHAEL. HE CALLED HIM MICHAEL. Y’all why the fuck have I not seen more talk of this because it is important.
This is Alex feeling wounded - this was the one thing he didn’t prepare for, to go on the offensive against his father going after Guerin again. He had a battle plan, he had all the cards - and then he saw Michael’s face and for the first time since he confronted his father outside the bunker, he wasn’t the one with all the control.
But he takes it back, quickly. His father tries to gaslight him again, spin lies in his ear, manipulate him and brainwash him, but he made the mistake in his word choice (though, I would argue, that mistake or not, Alex wouldn’t have taken a single drop of his shit).
“Do Not talk to me about unprovoked violence, do you hear me?”
Did you get chills? I got chills. This is one of the most satisfying lines of dialogue I’ve ever seen right up there with That Line from Love, Simon. Alex Manes is absolutely and entirely done with tolerating even another second of his father’s lies and abuse and he for once has the ability to shut him down, and boy, does he use it. The volume in his voice, the power - and I mean, he’s angry, but it’s not even that he’s angry, ya know?
It’s that he is in charge now and he is not putting up with that shit. Not anymore. They’re playing by Alex’s rules now. He knows exactly what his father is really doing and he’s ending it.
The little twist and settle he does when his father stands up is a Challenge. It’s a Dare. It’s a request, even. Alex Manes is a soldier and he has been trained and been to war three times. He knows what he can do. His father, probably, also knows. Alex’s body language says “please, do something stupid so I have an excuse to put you down.”
And Jesse Manes, while absolutely an evil man, is not a stupid one. He knows he’s lost this battle. He takes his gun and leaves.
And that look that Alex gives as he walks away?
That’s him wondering “Why doesn’t this feel better?”
He just accomplished the goal he’s been working toward for 20 years, and actively for at least 10. He finally got the best of Jesse Manes, got to see the look on his face when he ripped away his hateful farce of a legacy, he finally won. All those years, all that effort, all that pain has finally paid off.
But he doesn’t feel better, not really. Not the way he expected to, or the way he wanted to. Not enough. And we could talk about how defeating your enemies is never really as satisfying as you expect, because it doesn’t erase all the pain and trauma they caused, doesn’t take back what they did.
And I think there definitely is some of that - Jesse Manes had been stacking weights inside of Alex for 20 years. Brick by brick, layering on top of one another, until he felt so heavy with hatred that he could barely see past it. And sending Jesse away? That definitely knocked down some walls, but those bricks didn’t disappear; they’re just rubble on the ground. They’re still heavy.
But more than all of that, I want to think, is that even though Alex won this battle, his father still got one good shot in before he fell. This look is Alex bleeding from an open wound. This is Alex knowing he now has to confront the fact that Michael Guerin was on the top of his dad’s alien watch list.
Regardless of his father’s bigotry and hatred, aliens are real. And based on what he saw in those files, there’s some pretty solid evidence that Guerin is one of them.
songs about texas
It’s been six weeks since Alex ran his father out of town. Six weeks of strengthening his relationships with Maria and Liz. Six weeks of poring over all of his father’s research and data, digging into the depths of his work. Six weeks of trying to find some detail which rules out the conclusion “Michael Guerin is an evil alien.”
But he hasn’t. In fact he’s probably only found more and more information that at least puts Michael Guerin firmly in the not of this world category which makes sense when he thinks about it, the sex really was out of this - and he does not know how to handle that fact.
But he’s dealing with all of this quietly. Keeping the focus on Maria and Liz and trying to be there for them - Maria especially.
And then Guerin walks into the bar and Maria gives him exactly the excuse he’d probably been looking for to saunter on over and -
Alex can’t deal with this, not right now. And he’s not really sure if it’s more because of the things that he knows or because of the things that he doesn’t but he does know he can’t be here right now. Not with him, not with all the things he can’t say.
Alex isn’t blind. He knows how Guerin (still) feels about him. He sees exactly what all of us see when Guerin looks at him - and he’s already admitted what those looks do to him. They pierce through years of walls and armor right to the heart of the person he thought he’d lost that night and he aches to let Guerin be right that that Alex is still there.
But Guerin himself isn’t that same brilliant, broken boy Alex fell in love with all those years ago, at least not in the ways Alex has convinced himself matter.
I talked about this a bit here, about the principled, honor-bound man Alex has tried to become, to spite the abomination (yes I was a sterek shipper shut up) of one that his father was. That person doesn’t let emotion (love in his case, hate in his father’s) get in the way of doing what’s right. If he lets himself be with Guerin, alien or not, he’s letting his emotions rule over principles and excusing behavior that he sees as morally wrong.
Alex’s morals and principles are what he believes foundationally set him apart from his father. They’re what make him different than his father, what make him better. He thinks any compromise of those rigid rules will be the first step in becoming his father. (I personally believe - and feel anyone that knows him would agree - that what sets him apart from his father is not his principles, but his compassion, but this isn’t about what I believe.)
And my partner in pain Riley discussed here, too, the reasons Alex believes he shouldn’t get to be with Guerin. He’s spent 10 years refusing to forgive himself for what happened to Guerin that night - he knew it wasn’t really his fault, it was his father’s, but still... Guerin wouldn’t have gotten hurt if not for Alex. He may blame his father for what he did, and blame his father for his own guilt, but he still blames himself for putting Guerin in his father’s warpath.
And considering the timing and the severity of what happened, and the before and after of Michael Guerin that Alex is getting to see, he fully believes that the reason Guerin stayed in Roswell, the reason he turned to drunken bar fights and crime, is because of what happened. This boy who had all the potential in the world spent 10 years wasting it and Alex thinks it’s his fault. He thinks he destroyed Guerin’s life.
So no, Alex doesn’t get to have Michael Guerin, no matter how much Guerin wants him. He doesn’t get to be happy with someone he broke.
But he can’t let Guerin see any of that. Because Guerin is his kryptonite and one whiff of “not your fault” or “I forgive you” and Alex will crack.
If he cracks around Guerin, he will shatter.
So for all those reasons, Alex has to push Guerin away. Has to. Has to make him believe it’s over. It’s what Guerin’s asking for, anyway.
So.... anyway now that i hurt myself with all of that. The next time we see Alex is when Cam pulls him over and I just really want to highlight all of the things Cam tells us because it’s pretty fucking incredible.
“You did serve two tours with the highest regarded air expeditionary group, and you were recommended for the Air Force Medal and the Air Force Cross, and that was before your injury. Something your dad should be proud of, except all three of your brothers have medals, too.”
And we already know a couple of other things: he served one additional tour and he’s an accomplished codebreaker. That’s a lot, for one man, to pull off in 10 years. As far as we saw, he was totally focused on his music at 17, so any computer skills were honed after that fact. Honed, well enough in fact, that he’s hacked Russian and Chinese intelligence, on top of being deployed three times, twice essentially with honors. They are not messing around in making it clear just how much of an absolute bad ass Alex is, just by resume alone.
When Kyle shows up with his little recap, we learn that Alex hasn’t brought him in until now. He knew Kyle was in the know, but everything he’s been doing the last 6 weeks, he’s been doing without Kyle. Which means he’s not sure he can trust Kyle - after all, he knows how manipulative his father is. But he brings him in now bc he needs a doctor and what little he’s seen of Kyle since he got back leads him to believe that Kyle has enough morals to give a shit that people are dying.
And Alex has already decided to disbelieve anything his father has said about these “evil” aliens - because believing that means believing that everything he shared with Guerin 10 years ago (and even two months ago) was a lie. And he refuses to let his dad take that away, too.
And then Kyle says “angry cowboy” and hooooo, boy, if looks could kill. He doesn’t deny it, doesn’t argue, but he does convey in the most visceral sense “Don’t.”
But Kyle does anyway and when he insinuates that Alex’s motives could be anything but pure, anything but principled and right, he shuts that right down.
“I didn’t ask for this legacy. Did you?”
And that’s what it is for Alex, right to the core. The family legacy, the one his father was always shoving down his throat while simultaneously telling him he wasn’t good enough for it, is something he never asked for. He doesn’t want this, but he is a man of responsibility and whatever shit show his father was running is his responsibility to fix. Whether he wants to or not.
People are dying and unlike Guerin, that is not a gray area. His father was an evil bigot who was most certainly using this project for selfish reasons, but that doesn’t change that there have been over a dozen, alien-involved murders.
And Alex is going to do something his father couldn’t do in 10 years - he’s going to solve those murders. He’s in charge now.
*deep breaths*
Because Kyle extends an olive branch - this is a lot, let’s grab a drink. And Alex cuts him off, gets right to the truth. It’s his superpower, remember?
“My father listed Guerin and his friends as threats.”
So before I go on, I want to point out one detail here - Alex is the only person in this entire town for whom the three of them are “Guerin and his friends.” He’s the only one that centers Guerin - Max is the deputy and Isobel is the socialite, but to Alex, Guerin is the one that matters. (this is one of those - we all knew that, but it’s nice to hear it anyway things).
Anyway. “I didn’t want to believe it.” This is significant. Because here is a man who has become a mathematical and computer genius in the last 10 years. He is all strategy and fact. But he’s admitting that this, Guerin’s danger, and involvement in all of this, is something he didn’t want to believe.
But there have been fourteen murders. And then Alex does this:
He looks so lost. We’ve never seen Alex Manes look like that. Not when facing down his father as a teenager, not when trying to explain what he wants to Guerin, not when Mama DeLuca blipped out of touch. We’ve seen him scared, we’ve seen him angry, we’ve seen him vulnerable, but we have never seen him look so utterly disoriented. He is completely without direction - any path he chooses, someone gets hurt, and on all of them, at least one of those people is either him or the man he loves - and on most of them, both.
In his pursuit to “destroy this thing his father loved,” he’s placed himself in a position where he’ll now have to do the same thing to himself. Again.
He thought he destroyed Guerin’s life once before, and he’s lived with that guilt, hoping that if they could just stay away from each other, they could both move on. But now? Now he’s being tasked with not only destroying Guerin’s life again - from which there would be no hope of recovery this time - but also the lives of the only two people Guerin cares about. He’s being asked to do the impossible.
And then Kyle suggests talking to him and somehow? That seems even more impossible.
"I can’t go in there blind.”
Guerin is Alex’s one weakness, his kryptonite. Guerin looks at him with those eyes and says those things and whenever Alex is around him, he’s teetering on the edge of a cliff, never entirely sure he wants to stay on solid ground, no matter how devastating that fall would be.
And for the first time since he handed Michael Guerin his brother’s guitar and Michael spilled out this naked truth that exhibited just how broken he truly was, Alex isn’t sure he can trust Guerin.
Because that’s never been the issue right? Since he came back into town, his reservations are entirely his own - there’s too much history, too much trauma, he can’t respect or support Guerin’s lifestyle. But if he caved, if he let Michael in, there was never any real risk, other than to his own self-perception. He doesn’t have any real defenses against Guerin, but he never truly needed them.
Until this moment, until the reality and weight of 14 murders settled on his lap.
And now the idea of walking in there defenseless? It scares him shitless. And not because he thinks Guerin will hurt him.
He’s worried Guerin will confess and Alex won’t be able to do what needs to be done.
He’s worried Guerin will give him those eyes and say those things and Alex will be rendered just as helplessly in love as he always has been.
So this is the Alex that shows up at the junkyard. This Alex that has finally confronted for himself exactly how incapable of being rational he is when it comes to Michael Guerin.
This Alex has finally realized that all those things he’s feeling for Guerin, all the things he wants - they’re not in the past. They’re not a relic from high school or the ignorant desires of a teenage boy. They are real, and they are profound, and they are now. They are not something he’s going to be able to walk away from, not anymore.
So he shows up at that junkyard ready to face them. He’s not sure if he’s going to have to fight for them or against them, but he’s ready to fight whichever it ends up being.
*breathes in*
In conclusion, Alex Manes is a beautiful cinnamon roll, too good, too pure y’all. Alex Fucking Manes.
#alex manes#roswell new mexico#rnm#malex#michael guerin#i wrote almost every word of this before watching episode 12#jsyk#also just SO YOU ALL KNOW#I DID THE MATH#AND THIS IS ABOUT A 15 MIN READ#SO#HOPE YOU GOT A SEC#i specifically didn't touch on the malex scenes in 9 & 10 just yet bc there are other things at play there (read: michael)#i just have a lot of feelings#chasing watches roswell#alex manes meta#malex meta#rnm meta#alex manes y'all
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10, 12, or 20 w my boy grantaire !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I did all 3 and it’s long and late and im sorry and also u asked me privated for touch starved r and instead you get that and Big Misunderstandings, or my trademark. it’s sappy and im not all together happy with it but i have mono and a big fever so words are bad r
Grantaire has only just sat up when Enjolras opens the door. He’s shaking, sweaty hair making his scalp itch and he’s rubbing his face so hard he’s sure it’ll bruise. His dream has put him into fight or flight mode and staying still is making his skin crawl.
Enjolras clears his throat gently, in case Grantaire didn’t notice him, like there could ever be a situation where Grantaire wouldn’t notice him. “You okay? I heard you scream. Nightmares again?”
Grantaire nods shortly, turning so Enjolras is in full view instead of just on his periphery. It’s always nightmares. Grantaire has nightmares more often than he sees Jehan and he and Jehan are tight. “Were you studying?”
Enjolras nods back. Of course he was, he’s been studying every night for the last week, going to bed after Grantaire and waking up before. The doorway might as well be lightyears away and Grantaire feels every inch excruciatingly. “I have a test next week. Do you want to talk about it?”
Grantaire never wants to his nightmares, as a rule, so he shakes his head. Enjolras sighs, taps the doorframe absently and turns, heading back towards the kitchen. The sight of Enjolras’s back hurts viscerally, a kick in the ribs, and Grantaire’s teary inhalation is so loud that it causes Enjolras to whip back around.
“R?” he asks softly.
“Just—please—just don’t leave me alone? Right now? Please?”
Enjolras is on the bed in a moment, sitting on the edge, inches away from Grantaire but not touching. Grantaire is vibrating out of his skin, sitting so close to Enjolras and feeling so far. “What can I do?” Enjolras asks. His voice is pitched soft in the dark room, intimate in a way he is very physically not being, and the juxtaposition would be jarring if it hadn’t been close to a week of this.
Grantaire isn’t sure what he did, but he suspects that this, the best relationship of his life, is coming to it’s end, and he’ll be damned if he goes out without a fight.
Grantaire laughs, and even he can hear how ragged it sounds. He buries his face in his hands and says, “Well, I could use a hug.”
Enjolras reaches out towards Grantaire, and Grantaire nearly gives himself whiplash with how fast he turns to face Enjolras—just in time to watch Enjolras awkwardly drop his hand. “Would you like me to call Jehan? Or Eponine? I’m sure either would happy to give you a hug.”
Grantaire’s tears feel too hot against his cheeks and he feels embarrassed for crying at all. “Are you breaking up with me?” he asks, because he’s beginning to feel that if he doesn’t force the issue, Enjolras will just let them coast like this, not because he wants to.
“Is that what you want?” Enjolras asks, monotone. Enjolras has one of the most expressive voices Grantaire has ever encountered and hearing it so monotone is a crime.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Grantaire is embarrassed at how hoarse he sounds, but more than that his heart is racing at the prospect of Enjolras breaking up with him, and his anxiety is so far through the roof that it’s breaching the stratosphere. “I want to keep dating you forever, you absolute fucking walnut. I want to build my entire life around yours until we die, and then I want to keep doing it in the next one. The fuck.”
Enjolras’s face is somewhere between shock and confusion. “But last week…last week you said…” he trails off, and Grantaire assumes he’s supposed to fill in the blank, but he honestly doesn’t know what he could have said to give Enjolras such a wrong impression, so he wipes a tear away and shrugs helplessly. Enjolras seems to get the message, licking his lips then cautiously saying, “You were having a panic attack and you said, ‘why are you always touching me? Just stop touching me all the fucking time’ so I’ve been trying to stop.”
Grantaire takes a deep breath so he doesn’t scream. “Okay. Please never trust Panic Attack Grantaire to give you long term advice, and if you’re not breaking up with me I’m going to need you to give me a hug, yesterday, mmk?” Enjolras hesitates a moment and Grantaire all but growls, “Yesterday, Apollo.”
Enjolras throws himself across Grantaire, wrapping Grantaire up in his arms and curling around him like they used to before this stupid misunderstanding wrecked Grantaire’s week. “Sorry,” he says into Grantaire’s sweaty hair, not caring about how objectively gross it is. “I just thought…I’m sorry.”
“What did you think?” It’s easier to not cry when Enjolras is wrapped around him like a blanket. His heart rate is slowing, like it does always around Enjolras. Enjolras can pull him out of a panic spiral better than anyone, and he can feel the closeness start to leech some of the tension he’s been accumulating for the last week, and he goes boneless as it dissipates.
“I thought you were trying to let me down easy. So I figured maybe if I just did what you asked, I could delay it. Or change your mind.” Enjolras tilt his head down slowly, telegraphing his movements as he lean in to kiss Grantaire’s forehead. “I realize I could have asked you and probably saved us both a lot of…worry, but I was concerned that if I brought it up you’d dump me on the spot.”
Grantaire snuggles closer as he tries to work through all that. “You should have said something, you complete noodle, but I should have said something, too, so you get a pass this time. But please note: I am a barnacle and I am attached to you now, so it’s going to take a hell of a lot to un-barnacle me, okay? I love you and I fully intend to love you for there rest of the foreseeable future and then some.”
Enjolras nods, kissing Grantaire’s forehead. “Got it. I’m sorry. I love you, too.”
They’re wrapped up tight, and Grantaire doesn’t have any more nightmares that night.
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