#ugh i hit post before I was done typing... this is what i get for trying to eat pudding and type at the same time :P
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Lovers' Crest | Epilogue
Din Djarin x f!Reader
Masterlist
Summary: It's the epilogue.
Word count: 3k
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, slow burn, non-canon (the Razor Crest never gets destroyed, it also gets upgraded with a cabin), post season 3, home on Navarro, Reader is described having worn heels, foot rubs, Mandalorian lore nonsense, she flies the Crest, smut: oral sex (f!receiving), face-sitting, cockpit smut ❤️
A/N: Annnnd we're done. Oh my god, thank you. I mean it more every time I type it. I can't believe such lovely folks enjoyed this story and took the time to tell me so. It's watered my crops etc. and motivated me to work on new stuff, which is a joy. So yeah, x.
And with heartfelt thanks to the gif creators. Ya'll the MVPs.
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Some months later...
Your feet are killing you.
Last night’s mission had gone so smoothly and Din had loved your ensemble so… feverishly, you’d worn those cursed stilettos for the rest of the evening. Walking the bounty in and then strolling over to Greef’s to collect Grogu before searching for some place to eat.
And even later, once you were home, with Din insisting the heels stayed on until he was done taking you apart.
Now, lounging outside the villa door, you’ve got each foot propped on the warm piping in front of you, flexing and pressing the soles into the metal, willing away the soreness.
Grogu wanders back and forth in the little patch of grass out across the yard, hunting a weird bug-like thing. You stare hard at him for a moment, but don’t sense anything off. He doesn’t seem at all nervous about what the day is bringing him, content to just wave his arms and burble into the air.
Your arch-focused ministrations hit a sore spot and you suck in a hiss. Din appears in the doorway. Cocks an eyebrow.
‘You okay?’ he asks.
‘Ugh, feet. Kill,’ you groan. You cross an ankle over your knee to massage at the tender bit of muscle.
He chuckles as he sits across from you, taking up the offending foot and working a large thumb across its underside. The other hand wraps around the top of your toes to flex them back and forth. You hum with appreciation.
‘You didn’t have to stay in those all night,’ he says, unconvincingly.
‘Liar,’ you smirk, raise your brows back at him. ‘You loved them.’
Din puts his palm flat to your sole and pushes, stretching your ankle and calf. It’s delicious. He leans down to press a kiss to your shin, then takes up the other foot. Begins anew.
‘True, but,’ the hand working your inner arch slides quickly up your leg and gives your thigh a squeeze before returning to its task. It took only a second but you feel breathless. ‘I’d happily have you limit your wear of those things to just our bedroom.’
He lifts your foot and plants it against his chest, leans in so your leg bends back toward you. The hand returns to your thigh and you have to suppress the urge to gasp.
‘Din,’ you whisper, eyes hooded. ‘Kid’s right there.’
He releases your foot but keeps leaning in, rising off the pipe to take you in a kiss. He twists around to drop into the seat next to you, then looks out into the light at his son.
‘Not long now,’ he says with pride, and more than a little sadness.
The ship glides into the empty field behind the house to park a little ways off from the Razor Crest. Din, now fully armoured, and you, now with sensible footwear, follow Grogu. The three of you approach the craft as it settles on its landing axel.
You’re holding back tears, wondering if the dark and stoic statue beside you is doing the same. Grogu isn’t helping, standing in front of you looking so calm and attentive.
He just looks so brave.
As you think that, the child – the apprentice – turns his head to look over his ear at you. You give him your brightest, most reassuring smile – forcing it to reach every part of your face.
He’ll be fine, you're telling yourself. Every apprentice does this.
The hydraulics of the ship engage and begin to drop the ramp. The way it dwarfs the tiny trainee in waiting batters hard at your resolve to put on a brave face.
The ramp settles and Ari Wren steps down from the ship. She nods to Din, and to you, but focuses her helm on Grogu.
She’s here for him.
Din had explained it to you and you’d just been forced to face facts, no matter how terrifying it sounded to your non-Mandalorian sensibilities.
Every apprentice, after a certain period of training, must join two other students to navigate a set journey from a remote asteroid cluster back to Mandalore itself. The pilgrimage takes several moon turns. When the students arrive, they are celebrated and graduated to a journeyman of sorts. A new status of pedagogy – the next step on their path.
You and Din will meet Grogu there when it’s time. It’s not that long. You’ll keep yourselves busy. He’ll be fine. They all have to do it. Din had decided Grogu was ready. He’ll be fine.
‘Din Grogu,’ Wren says, all formal and accentuating. ‘You have been tasked by your mentor and father with undertaking the Pilgrimage of the Warrior. Are you ready?’
Grogu doesn’t hesitate. He gives one resolute nod.
That does it. You clap your hands to your mouth to keep back a sob, tears stinging and blurring. You hear Din’s heavy exhale beside you – that same emotional mix of pride and sadness.
‘Very well,’ she says. ‘You may say your goodbyes, then join me and I will take you to the source point to begin your journey.’
As Grogu turns and moves back to you, you do your best to make your buckling knees look like a natural descent to the ground, where you sit cross-legged and open your arms to the child. He hops into your lap and lets you fawn over him, purring in appreciation.
‘You go trek those stars, kid,’ you say, voice quivering only a little. ‘Show ‘em what your dad taught ya.’
‘Ah!’ he replies, squeezing your hand and sending a wash of warm, affectionate light across your consciousness. You let the love sweep over you and feel your tears drying and heart soaring.
Holding onto him, you stand and turn to his father. Din has removed his helmet and you gingerly swap – cradling the beskar in the crook of an elbow as he takes Grogu in his arms. Feeling the need to give the two of them some privacy, you step away and approach Wren.
‘Hey,’ you say. She nods, greets you by name. You dither about whether to ask, whether you’re overstepping or not honouring the traditions or whatever, but you can’t help yourself. ‘He’ll be okay, right? You’ll look out for him?’
You needn’t have worried.
She replies with a smile in her voice. ‘It is my solemn duty to ensure his safety. The same goes for the other apprentices. They are the future.’
You nod with a relieved sigh, look over your shoulder at father and son murmuring to each other. Grogu has a claw pressed to Din’s chin. The Mandalorian’s eyes are closed tight while a smile plays on his lips.
‘They’re the future,’ you say.
Wren banks and her ship sails over the rocky landscape. Just as it begins its climb to atmo, you give in. Turning to Din, you press yourself into his form. Large arms encircle you and pull you close. You hug his helmet between you and try to let his warm solid presence bring calm.
‘It’s okay,’ he murmurs into your hair. ‘Let it out.’
You’re crying before he finishes the sentence – a quiet, despondent cry that tugs at a grief you’ve felt all too much, not that long ago.
‘I just—’ you huff on a hard, reluctant sigh. Be open with him. ‘I just know how badly I’m gonna miss him.’
‘Mm, I know. I know. But you’re not alone this time, remember? You have me,’ he says, rubbing your shoulders. He leans into your ear, lips just brushing the delicate shell. ‘And ‘m not going anywhere.’
That drags a full-bodied sob out of you – it’s a battle of emotions. Deep gratitude and an overwhelming love warring away with facing the prospect of time apart from your little green wonder child. With how impossibly lucky you are to have the two of them.
Din just holds you tight, sways with you a little until you can get your breathing under control. When you release a hefty sigh, he tilts your face up to look at him and swipes the tears from your cheeks with each thumb. You stare into his warm gaze and try to hold your composure. When he leans down to plant a gentle, soft kiss on your lips, you let it wash through you, right down to your feet, where you start to feel a little grounded.
But still, you just know you’re gonna be a weepy mess for hours, wrangling with a storm of feelings. Din, on the other hand, has a different idea.
‘Ready for another flying lesson?’ he asks.
You sniff, huff out an incredulous sigh. Drop your head to speak into his chest, ‘Just tryin’ t’distract me, aren’t you.’
‘Mmhm,’ he murmurs. ‘How ‘bout it? It’ll distract me too.’
That small acknowledgement that he’s feeling it as well piques you. Settles you a bit more. But you’re still upset.
‘S’not gonna work…’ you mumble.
‘Well let’s see okay?’ he says, turning you into his side and starting to walk you back in the direction of the Razor Crest.
Still uncertain, you acquiesce. ‘Okay…’
‘It can’t be done!’ You’re on the verge of yelling. The Crest groans in protest as you tug the control back and climb again, away from the tiny outcropping where you’ve been trying to land it for over an hour.
‘Yes, it can,’ Din tries to assure you. You shoot him an annoyed look. He’s maddeningly calm – a small smile and sparkling eyes telling you he’s enjoying this. He’d pointed out the spot as you’d cruised by. You were dubious to begin with, but now you’re furious. ‘Just bring it in a little sharper.’
You bite back the urge to mock his directions and steer the craft over the high ridge, tilt the control’s grips just a touch more to the side for a tighter approach. But the rocky little ledge is coming up too fast, the Crest is going to collide with the overhang, you’re sure of it.
At the last second, you reef it back once more.
‘Fuck!’ You smack your head into the back of the chair as the ground shrinks away again. You know you’re tilting, each attempt getting sloppier and more rushed as your exasperation grows. Why is Din messing with you like this?
You’d asked Din to continue teaching you to fly. Your brief solo escapades still haunt your dreams as you wonder how you didn’t make a slip and meet your demise is some spectacular crash. You had so much more to learn from him, you’d said.
So why is he messing with you?
‘You can do this,’ he says.
‘No, that verge is too narrow,’ you insist. ‘It’s gonna fuck the landing gears if I set down there.’
‘It’s not going to—'
‘Are you really going to sacrifice your ship just to make a point?’
‘I’m not sacrificing—’
‘What even is your p--?’
‘Alright, scoot,’ he nudges your shoulder and slides into the pilot chair as you stand. Frustrated, you flop into your passenger seat and watch him even out the boat. His cool demeanor is almost as irritating as him setting you up to fail. He won’t be able to do it either, you’re certain.
Especially, hmmm, especially if you throw him off his game.
‘Din Djarin,’ you announce, with a hostile smirk. ‘If you land it on the first pass… I’ll sit on your face.’
His head whips around and you get a singular second to enjoy his look of shock. But then his features settle into an intense focus and he turns back to the controls, pulling back and maneuvering the ship to an angle with the yaw just slanted into the vertical rise of the ridge. His huge hands on the grips move with a minute precision. He cruises toward the rock-strewn shelf with ease, there is no hesitation at all.
The slant of the boat allows the Crest to clear the overhang and he brings the thrusters over power with gradual intent, slowing it all down so it feels like the ship floats onto the spot.
At the very last moment, he adds a flourish by giving one quick turn so the ship settles with a perfect view back over toward the distant city and an approaching sunset.
You gawk. All annoyance gone. That was simply stunning.
Smugness cascades off his shoulders. He tips the controls into standby, locks the gears, braces a forearm on a knee and looks back up at you.
‘Think we’re done for the day?’ he asks.
You’ve risen from your chair and are taking little steps back, making to edge out of the cockpit. A playful grin tugs at your mouth.
‘Now Din,’ you start, but in one swift movement he’s out of the flight seat and advancing on you. You laugh and make a break for the door, but there’s no hope. He’s got arms wrapped around your waist before you take a step and you’re hauled into him. Back flush to his front, the beskar armour isn’t the only rock hard thing you feel digging into your flesh.
‘Here?’ you yelp as you’re pulled to the floor.
‘Mmhm,’ he murmurs into your ear, giving it a gentle suck. ‘Right here. Now.’
He lays back on the cool flooring and begins to work at your clothes, yanking the garments of your top half off first and giving your breasts open-mouthed attentions as he urges your pants down. You have to flip off him for a second to kick them free and, the second they clear your ankles, he’s pulling your body back onto him and guiding you up.
He arranges his cloak up around his head and shoulders so your knees are more cushioned, and wraps two strong hands around your thighs to push your already dripping cunt to his face.
‘Gods, perfect,’ he mutters. ‘So fucking perfect. So good for me.’
Your knees slide on the fabric and you can’t get any purchase on your toes to try to hold yourself up, but he doesn’t seem to care as he urges you to sink down, down.
He starts strong, and stays that way. Tastes and teases and takes. Dragging his tongue through every millimetre of you. Hands wrap right around your legs to open you wider, reach down to spread your slippery folds apart, giving himself all of you.
When you tilt your hips forward to grant him deeper access, your clit grazes his nose and the sensation has you arching and jerking upwards. Like a hot spark making you jump. He lifts his head to follow your movement, never breaking contact and squeezing your thighs again to encourage you to grind down. To rock and ride against him.
Gods, how is he even breathing?
You look down to find him locked onto you, pupils blown out and gaze intent. The sight makes your clit throb and causes a gushing release of juices from within you. His eyes roll back as he tastes it. His tongue delves into you to draw it out, swallowing and moaning.
And that’s fucking it. You plant a hand in his hair and the other behind you on his abs and gasp and whimper as you feel the pleasure intensifying, rising up to meet its peak. It sends you soaring into a symphony of wet bliss, singing from your quivering cunt up through your chest.
Din plants his feet to prop his knees up behind you. You gratefully collapse back against them, staying completely open and exposed to him. You think dimly about rolling off his face and straddling his hips to give him a show, but you can’t move. And you don’t think he’s going to let you just yet anyway.
So you just close your eyes and revel in the feeling of the light little bites he’s leaving on your inner thighs. He moans softly.
‘Gods, I love you,’ he murmurs against you.
You huff a light laugh. Eyes still closed and head back, ‘You talking to me or just my pussy?’
‘Hah, both, mesh’la,’ he says, licking a delicious path through your soaking folds again. ‘Both.’
‘Ss, hah, hahh. Love, love you t— ah!’ You yelp as he closes his lips around your clit and sucks.
He doesn’t let up as you buck and cry with abandon – hips jerking of their own volition. It shifts into overstimulation when his tongue sets up a relentless circling on your pulsating bud.
‘Nuh, huh-- too much, too muh!’ You try to make a break, but he’s having none of it, a vice-like grip keeping you in the thrall of a buzzing pleasure that rises again, keeps rising, finds new impossible heights. You’re senseless save for the firebomb in your lower belly about to detonate.
The scream rips its way out of you and makes itself known to every corner of the cockpit, the rest of the ship, the rocky ridge outside. It makes your own damn ears ring. Or maybe that’s just the blood coursing heavy with your climax.
Once time and space return to you, you’re a quivering mess. Panting heavy, thinking of all the ways you’re going to get him back for this, when you get the chance. But he’s shifting you gently off him and reaching for your clothes.
‘Wanna make you cum, Din,’ you whimper. You flop forward to kiss him, tasting yourself with a lick across his lips, his beard, the bridge of his nose. He lets you devour him for a moment but then pulls back.
‘Later, cyar’ika,’ he whispers, pulling your pants across the floor to you. ‘There’s a sunset I want to watch with you, and it will become cold soon.’
In the golden light, you sit together facing out onto the shimmering landscape of home. Mirages form and fade as Navarro’s sun sinks into the horizon. A swirl of breezy air makes its way into the entrance of the Crest.
You do shiver a little in the evening air, but you don’t need to move anywhere. Din shifts and the cloak tightens around you, as do his arms. You never want out of this moment. Neither does he.
The last slivers of daylight are just golden shards piercing the encroaching night, which you’ll spend here – perched on this high outcropping, warm and safe inside the Razor Crest.
You smile. The growing darkness encloses your little patch of light as you and your companion hold onto each other.
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And that’s the story of how Din Djarin caused a seismic shift in his religious doctrine just so he could smooch you, among other things.
So I thought for a long time about how to end things for these two and decided this was a good stopping point. I think, ultimately, it’s for you to decide where they go from here. Whether Reader takes a vow or they go on like this, whether they wed, give Grogu siblings, or stay rowdy bounty hunters for years to come. Or all of the above. Or none of it. It’s all valid. The whole overarching theme here is the importance of choice and agency in life, so it’s only fitting to me that the reader – you! – gets to make those choices and hold that agency. The future is yours.
Just know that they will continue to have adventures and grow together, they’ll raise Grogu (and any other little warriors you may wish to add in), and – if one thing is absolutely certain – they will be happy.
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Working Title | Chapter 12
Pairing: Dieter Bravo x OFC Belle
Rating: Mature, 18+, for the love of all things please don’t engage if you are a minor ok?
Word Count: 4.8k
Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 12 on AO3
Chapter Summary: We return to the resort post-photoshoot. Indy and Belle have a girls' night, but is Dieter able to stay away?
Chapter Warnings: SMUT. Oral (m and f receiving). Allusions to intimacy issues. Ryan is his own warning at this point.
A/N: You know I'm a sucker for an alternating POV, so we get a little bit of that. This is the most explicit thing I've written to date sooo be kind as I go crawl into a hole. 😬 But honestly, I couldn't let Belle and Dieter go any longer without something spicy happening.
“Easier said than done, Lizzie. I’m just so…” he leaned closer to her and dropped his voice to a whisper, “I just don’t want to fuck it up you know?”
“You won’t. I’ve never seen you like this sweetheart, I’m really proud of you,” she patted him on the knee and then felt her phone buzz. “Ugh,” she shook her head at her phone.
“What? What is it?”
“Well, you aren’t going to be happy with me, but hear me out,” she put her hands up to pre-empt his frustration, “Maria asked if you and I could have dinner with her tonight at the resort," Dieter sighed. "I know, I know, but it's good for the story."
"Ugh, okay," he looked over to Belle, who was still fast asleep.
"It's only a couple of hours champ, you can survive I promise," she smirked.
"I know," he pouted.
You don't know how long you had dozed off, but the next thing you knew your eyes were fluttering open as the van made its way back up the path to the resort.
Dieter was on his phone when you looked over at him. He must have sensed your glance as his eyes lifted from the screen to land on your face as he gave you the sweetest smile.
When the van finally comes to a stop, everyone files out, Dieter letting Liz go first before following you.
"Did you have a good nap?" He asks as you make your way down the stairs.
"Yeah, I don't know what it is about me and moving vehicles," you chuckle.
"Hey so, I uh," he rubs the back of his neck, pulling you off to the side as Aubrey and Danny walk by. You notice Liz lingering by frantically typing away on her phone, but keeping tabs on you both out of the corner of her eyes. "Originally I had plans to take you somewhere tonight for dinner, but Liz said that Maria wants to have dinner." He looks apprehensive, unsure how you’re going to react.
"That's ok," you smile at him.
"You sure?" He was dumbfounded by your quick and simple response.
"Why wouldn't I be? You have work stuff, I understand."
He let out a breath, "You're amazing you know that?"
"For being ok with you going to a dinner?" You laugh.
"Yeah, I … I haven't…that hasn't always been the case for me."
You sense there's more under the surface, but you don't want to press it.
"Well, I'm sure Indy and I can come up with something to do. I haven't seen her much and we could use a good girls’ night."
"Oh nice, well don't have too much fun. And if you do, take pictures," he whispers the last bit in your ear as he pulls you in for a hug.
"You're ridiculous," you giggle as he kisses the top of your head.
"Indy? Are you here?" The room was quiet but you see Indy's bag on the ground so you’re pretty sure she was there.
"Babe! Ahhhh how was the rest of the photoshoot?!" She runs from her bedroom to give you a big hug. She clearly recently showered, as her hair was still wet.
"It was so good, Ind! The photographer kinda gave me the creeps and Aubrey was annoying, but Dieter … he seriously looked so good! How was your day? Did you put the leave-in conditioner in your hair just now?"
"Yes, moooom! And eeeeek! I'm so excited for you! Well, not for the creepy photographer and dumbass Aubrey. Seriously, want me to throw her in a pool at some point?" She giggles as you playfully hit her shoulder. "My day was good. They're doing some rewrites and I have a kind of sexy scene to shoot with Sam soon," she wiggles her eyebrows and shakes her shoulders.
"Well, good thing you both have been rehearsing so much. Ow!" She slaps you on the ass as you turn toward the kitchen to go get some water. "Are you guys hanging out tonight?"
"No, he actually has a really big scene tomorrow so he's calling it an early night. What about you? You and Dieter doing something fun?"
"He and Liz are actually having dinner with the reporter who’s doing the interview. He went straight there once we got back."
"Oooo so we can have a girls' night?" She grabs both of your arms and shakes you a little.
"I guess so!"
Knock.
"Are you expecting anyone?" You scrunch up your face, looking from the door to Indy.
"No, Ari has the night off." Indy saunters over to the door and looks through the peephole. She turns back to you and smiles before turning around to open the door. You start to make your way over too to see who was there.
"Hi miss, we've been asked to bring this to you." One of the resort staff was at your door with a bottle of champagne and a cart that carried two trays topped with a lid, hiding the contents of what was underneath.
"Oh, we didn't order anythin-" you start to say as Indy elbows you in the side.
"Please, come in," Indy pulls the door back and lets the man wheel in the cart.
"Would you like me to open the bottle, miss?"
"That would be great!" Indy looks over to you with an excited, but surprised expression.
The man makes quick work of opening the champagne and pours you both a glass. He sets both trays onto the kitchen island and puts the bottle in a bucket already filled with ice.
"Anything else I can help you ladies with?"
"N-no, that's great, thank you so much!" You walk him out while Indy reaches for the flutes.
Once you close the door you turn around and see Indy with a huge smile on her face. "Ind, did you order this?"
"No babe, but I know who did," she waves a little note card in the air.
You skip over to her and snatch the card out of her hand.
Hope you ladies enjoy a fun night to yourselves.
D
P.S. I wasn't kidding about the pictures.
"What pictures is he talking about," Indy knocks your shoulder with hers.
You tell her about the flirty exchange you had with Dieter before you both parted ways.
"Ooo, I think our boy Dee is missing you," she teases. "But we should take a photo, you know, as a thank you."
"Right, it would be the right thing to do," you wink.
"That's the spirit!"
She takes the lids off the two trays to reveal a charcuterie board on one tray and an assortment of desserts, on the other.
You arrange the trays at the corner of the kitchen island and stand to the side, ready to take a selfie. "Ok, let's take a picture with all of the stuff."
"Oh, you aren't wearing that," Indy looks you up and down. "C'mon we are having a cute night in, let's put on something fun!"
"I have a feeling you don't mean for me to put on my T-shirt and workout shorts."
Indy shakes her head. "Oh no, we've got to make Dee miss you even more than I know he already is," she winks.
"Anything else I can get you to drink sir?"
"Water is fine thanks," Dieter smiles at the waitress. He glances down to his phone for the fifth time in the last minute. He told Danny to send something up to the girls as a surprise but now his mind is going a mile a minute since he’s yet to hear from Belle.
Did Danny do it right? Of course, he did, the kid doesn't ever let me down. So why hasn't she said anything? Was it too much? I did too much. I thought it would be nice but…
"Dee?"
He looks up to see Liz and Maria staring at him. "Hmm?"
"Everything ok?"
"Y-yea sorry, thinking about a scene I have tomorrow," he tries to play it off and he thinks Maria is fooled but Liz isn’t.
Her eyes narrow a bit before she returns to her conversation about who knows what with Maria. Dieter pretends to be engaged while glancing at his phone.
Buzz.
He practically lunges at his phone, quickly unlocking it when he sees a message from Belle.
Belle: This was so nice of you, thanks for getting our girls' night off to a great start! 😘
Attached was a selfie of Indy and Belle, which Indy clearly took given the angle. She positioned the camera high above their heads with her long arm as they both looked up and smiled. Dieter was a little embarrassed at how quickly his eyes went from Belle’s face down to her body to see what she was wearing.
He tried to take a sip of his water but coughed a little the more he looked at her, tracing every curve he could see.
She had on what looked like a silky pair of pale pink sleep shorts with some lace trim at the bottom and a robe of the same color half thrown over a lacy, sheer black tank top. Her hair was down and she had a cute smirk, but it was her eyes that really drew his focus.
"Dee?"
"Um, y-yea, sorry I was waiting on a text. Just got it," he smiles. "Ah, one sec, lemme respond real quick."
"Ugh, Indy. Are you sure this isn't too much?"
"No bitch, keep drinking your champagne and stop thinking so much," she laughs as she snaps a selfie presumably for Sam.
Buzz.
Dieter: You're welcome baby. Looks like you girls are having fun
Dieter: PS … love Indy, but I feel like I'm gonna need a photo of you by yourself 😉
"See! I told you I didn't need to be in it!" Indy slaps your arm as you both giggle. "Ok, we need to position you a little for this."
You roll your eyes as Indy starts an impromptu photoshoot of you, telling you how to pose while encouraging and hyping you up.
Dieter felt a bit more settled now that he knew the surprise made it to the girls. But, he wished he could run upstairs to devour Belle instead of whatever he ordered.
Buzz
Belle: How's this?
Belle attached another photo of just herself.
Good girl, following directions.
She was kneeling on the couch with her back to the camera, looking over her left shoulder with a shy smile. Her robe was pulled down on one side, exposing her bare shoulder.
His breath hitched, surprised at how bold Belle was being, no doubt spurned on by her best friend and some liquid courage. But still, he was not complaining and started to fidget a bit in his chair, trying to discreetly adjust himself underneath the table.
"He's going to think I'm not wearing anything under the robe." You pull the strap of your tank top back up.
"That's the point, silly!"
Buzz
Dieter: wow, you're making it really hard for me to concentrate on this dinner lol
Dieter: What happened to the top you had on? I rather liked it.
"Worked like a charm," she winks at you. "Here take it off." She comes over to you and starts to pull your top off.
"Jesus Indy! What the fuck!"
"We're going to take a picture of it on the floor, not of you,” she rolls her eyes at you. “We gotta tease him a bit. C’mon, take it off.”
You take off your robe momentarily so you can remove the top, handing it over to Indy.
“Ok, what’re going to do with that?”
“Mmm…oh, I have an idea, here, come with me,” Indy takes your hands and leads you to your room.
“Ok, lay down.”
“Seriously, Indy?”
“Just do it, I have a vision.”
You roll your eyes and hop on your bed. Indy positions your legs crossed one over the other and then drapes the top on the bed next to your legs. She comes to sit next to you and takes a photo.
“Ok, aaaand… send!”
Buzz
Belle: Oh, you mean this?
Dieter leaned forward to put the phone down into his lap so Liz or Maria wouldn’t see it. He saw Belle’s bare legs crossed on what had to be her bed, with her top alongside her.
Fuuuuuck. Is she naked right now?
“Should we order some dessert, Dee?” Liz looked at him a bit confused as to what was distracting him.
“No!” He didn’t mean for that to come out as loud and forceful as it did. “Ah, I mean, no, I’m good. I’m actually getting kinda tired…busy day tomorrow.” His tight-lipped smile didn’t fool Liz, who smirked at him.
Once you send the photo, you put your top back on and go out to the living room to giggle as you snap some racy photos of Indy for Sam. You both sipped the champagne and snacked as she filled you in on some of the on-set gossip, but you couldn’t help but keep glancing at your phone, expecting a response from Dieter. As time went on, your face dropped a bit and Indy sensed your confidence dwindling.
“Don’t get in your head about it, there’s probably a good reason why he hasn’t responded.”
“You don’t think it was too much?”
“If I have to tell you no one more goddamn time I swear I’m going to smack you.”
Knock.
“Hmm…think Dee got us another bottle of champagne? We definitely don’t need it,” Indy laughs as she walks to the door to open it. “Oh, hi!”
“Hey, um is Belle here?”
You straighten up on the couch, peer over to the front door, and see a floppy mess of curls behind Indy.
“Y-yea, she’s in here,” Indy closes the door and does a little dance behind Dieter as he quickly makes his way over to you. “I’ll um…head to my room,” she winks as she grabs her glass and the bottle of champagne before retiring down her hallway.
You stand up to greet Dieter, who immediately brings you in for a hug and then starts kissing your neck.
“W-what are you doing here?” You start to whimper a bit as you feel one of his large hands move down to your ass to squeeze it as he trails kisses across your collarbone and up the other side of your neck.
“I…you…fuck you look so good baby,” he was trying to string words together between his kisses before he finally pulls back and looks you up and down. “Hmm…you put this back on, didn’t you?” He rubs his thumb along the hem of your top.
You hide your face in his chest. “Sorry, I…all of that, it was Indy’s idea.”
“And it’s the best fucking idea she’s had.” He chuckles as he moves back, grabbing your face. “You were driving me insane you know that? Could barely concentrate on dinner because I wanted to come up here and…” he trails off as he kisses you.
You deepen the kiss and pull on his sweatshirt to walk him back to your room. “W-what…hmm… what did you want to come up here and do?” You manage to get out as he nips along your jaw.
“Mmm…had lots of things in mind,” he smiles into your neck.
“Me too.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, I um…there’s something I want to do.”
You make it to your room and close the door. You work his sweatshirt up and over his head, and your breath hitches when you realize he didn’t have a shirt on underneath. You look up at him and grab his face to kiss him again.
“Hey,” he pulls back, panting. “I want you to do whatever you feel comfortable with ok? We could stop right now and go to bed.”
You roll your eyes and pout, “But that would be no fun.”
He chuckles as he brings you in for another kiss, working your robe off, and letting it fall to the floor.
You turn him so his back is against the door as you work on undoing his belt buckle. Once you finally get it, you start to trail kisses down his jaw, making a point to kiss the little bare patch before working down his neck and his chest. His chest moves up and down as his breathing gets faster, as you move down his stomach. You continue to work down until you’re on your knees in front of him.
As you go to unbutton his shorts he stops you, “Hey, I wanna take care of you first, baby.”
“I…uh…but I want to.” You could feel yourself losing a bit of the nerve you had. “Please…I…uh…”
You’re cut off by Dieter who bends down to kiss you, lifting you back up so you’re standing.
“If you only knew how much I’ve been thinking about your sweet mouth,” he whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “Just have fun, I’ll tell you what I like,” he smiles into your kiss.
The butterflies come flooding into your stomach as the realization of what you are about to do hits you. But Dieter seems so eager and excited, that you don’t want to lose your nerve. So you start to work your way back down again. He keeps both of his hands at his side as you take his shorts off, one of his hands twitching, itching to touch you.
You felt how excited he was earlier, but now staring at it head-on, your mouth salivates. You hook your fingers under his boxers and your mouth parts as he springs out. He looks so beautiful and confident standing bare in front of you. You look up at him through your eyelashes to see him giving you a smug smile.
You move a bit closer, licking your lips as you lightly wrap your hand around the base and slowly start to swirl your tongue along his tip, stopping to swipe at the bead of precum which makes him shiver and whimper.
“Fuck, you look so pretty baby,” he pants.
He moves one of his hands and threads his fingers through your hair, lightly resting his hand on the back of your head as you slowly take him in. He whimpers again as you slowly move him in and out. You look up at him and see his head thrown back against the wall, slack-jawed, and his eyes clenched shut. He’s trying to praise and encourage you through his panting, but it’s coming out as an incoherent mess of "oh shit" and "fuck" among other things.
You catch his eyes a few moments later as he moves his head to look down at you. The eye contact nearly sends him over the edge, his grip on your hair tightens as you keep a steady pace.
"Fuck…shit, I'm…I'm close baby, where…where can I?"
You hollow your cheeks as you move off of him, and an obscene pop sounds through the empty room.
"Wherever you want," you pant as you take him again with even more enthusiasm than before.
"Holy shit…I…keep doing that."
There was something powerful about seeing this gorgeous man reduced to a whimpering mess all because of you.
I still got it.
You always thought you were pretty good at oral, you and Indy had traded enough tips and tricks over the years to each perfect your preferred methods. But like most everything related to intimacy, Ryan wrecked it. His preferred method for receiving a blow job was ramming his dick so far down your throat that you'd choke and gag on it. He got some sick satisfaction from seeing your humiliation. Oftentimes by that point, he was close and all you needed to do was finish him off with your hand.
But with Dieter, you wanted all of him, you couldn’t get enough. As you continued bringing him in and out, you felt his thigh twitch and his grip on your hair tighten, which you surprisingly were into.
"Baby, l-look…at me," Dieter pants as you look up through your eyelashes again as you lick up the underside of his shaft. "Fuck, I'm gonna… I'm…"
You return your mouth to him as his release starts, and you're ready for it as it hits the back of your throat. Dieter is making the most obscene noises and you continue working him through until he pulls you off abruptly.
"Shit," he quickly pants. "Fuck, sorry, that was ….I'm…gonna need a second," he chuckles as he rests his head on the wall, closing his eyes and catching his breath. You take a few moments to make a mental picture of this before standing up.
You go to wipe the side of your mouth to collect the last bit of cum that escaped your lips when he opens his eyes and leans forward licking it off instead.
Your eyes go wide as he leans back against the wall. His smug smile returns before he cups your face and starts to kiss you. It becomes deeper as his tongue explores your mouth, stopping a couple of times to either slightly bite or suck on your bottom lip.
He pulls back, looking at you with a bit of desperation. "Get on the bed. Please."
With Dieter, you were trying so hard to block out all of the bad shit that you associated with sex. Because what you just did? That was fun. He makes you feel giddy, appreciated and wanted.
You smirk and saunter over to your bed sitting on the edge as you watch him walk over, his eyes black with lust.
"Move back up."
You shuffle backward onto the bed, feeling some deja vu from this morning. Except this time, you were more than willing to have Dieter do whatever he wanted.
He crawls towards you and stops, taking a moment to check in with you. Your chest moves up and down, trying to catch your breath in anticipation of what is to come.
He takes one of your feet in his hands and starts to trail kisses up from the arch up to your ankle and calf before stopping at your knee. You shiver a bit as the prickliness of his beard rubs against your skin. He puts the sole of your foot onto the bed so your knee is propped up, looking at you and licking his lips before he does the same thing to your other leg. He shuffles himself between your knees again checking in with you.
"Want me to keep going?"
You nod and he shakes his head.
"I gotta hear you, baby, tell me what you want."
"You," you pant. He's not touching you at this point but the anticipation is building.
"Want me to what?"
"I …uh … I…" You cover your eyes with your hands, a little embarrassed about saying what you want out loud.
Dieter crawls up your body, one of his hands working to uncover your face.
"Hey, don’t hide. If you want me to stop I can."
"No, I …sorry, I'm just not umm…"
"Not used to asking for what you want?"
"Yeah…that," you chuckle.
"Tell me, and if you don't want to say it then show me."
"Mmm okay. Um, I want this," you bring two fingers up to his lips, which he promptly takes the opportunity and kisses them, "here," you take your fingers off his lips and thread them between your bodies.
He pushes off to see your fingers stop over your mound, a smile coming across his face. "Yea? You sure?"
"Yes. Please."
He takes a deep breath and kisses you. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he smirks as you roll your eyes at his sarcastic tone. "I aim to please."
The trek back down your body is deliberate and slow as he presses open-mouth kisses over your top before stopping at the waistband of your shorts. He lets out a breath and looks up at you again. He hooks his fingers and starts to pull your shorts down. He licks his lips as he sees the black lacy underwear you had on. You push up on your forearms to get a better view. The image of his fluffy curls and broad shoulders between your legs is nearly enough to get you over the edge.
“You still good?”
“Mhmm…y-yea,” you smile.
“Good.”
He takes the lace off and presses kisses up and down one of your thighs as his hand caresses the other. You start to writhe in anticipation as he moves closer and closer to your core. He hooks one arm around your thigh and the other hand rests on your lower stomach.
You close your eyes and feel him lick a long stripe up, your hips buck up at the sensation.
“Fuuuuck,” you whimper, throwing your head back. Your eyes are clenched shut but you can feel him smiling as he continues to work his way around, like a man starved.
It honestly feels like you blacked out for a second, overcome by the pleasure of Dieter’s tongue. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before and you’re so overwhelmed by it all you can’t even pinpoint everything he’s doing or the sounds he’s making. All you know is that it feels amazing and you don’t want him to stop. You prop yourself up on one forearm and use your free hand to tug on his curls.
As he concentrates on your clit, you feel him press a finger inside you, which makes your hips buck up even more, but his other hand presses you back down. He continues to work you over, you can practically see stars as he hits a spot you haven’t felt a partner hit in a long time. You hoped that Indy had some headphones in because you couldn’t control the moans that came from the depths of your throat as Dieter pushed you over the edge.
He worked you down the other side of your climax, whispering praises as he kissed your thigh. You both sat silent for a moment, taking in what just happened. You couldn’t remember the last time you came from getting eaten out.
“Oh my god,” you pant. “You…you’re really fucking good at that,” you giggle as Dieter comes back up to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. You could feel him smile into your neck as you catch your breath.
“I’m glad…I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he kisses you, pushing his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself. “You’re amazing you know that? So fucking beautiful.”
“Yeah?” You smile into his kiss.
He pushes up to look at you, tracing his thumb down the side of your face. “Why would you think you aren’t anything less than perfect?” You turn away from him, blushing a bit as he sighs. “Ugh, try and forget him yea? I knew he was a fucking idiot before but now,” his eyes trail down your body. “But now I know it without a shadow of a doubt.”
You both kiss again, a little slower than before, taking time to explore each other. Your hands find their way back to his hair, your fingers scraping lightly along his scalp. You can feel him getting hard again as he moves his hand under your top before you pull back.
“Is…is it ok if this is all we do tonight?” You bite your lip, confused as he starts to laugh. “What’s so funny?”
“We’ve done so much already!” He kisses you, still smiling. “You teased me, got me all riled up, and then I came up here and you…” his eyebrow twitched as he smirked. “All I’ve wanted is to be close to you however you’ll let me, and so I’m over the fucking moon right now.”
“Really?” he nods as he kisses you again. “Well, I am too,” you giggle as he nipped at your jaw, moving down to your neck.
You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, you’re both under the covers, your head resting on his chest as his fingers dance through your hair.
“Can I stay here tonight?” he finally broke the peaceful silence, glancing down at you.
“Y-yea, I’d like that.”
“I think I need to bring you with me on all of my photoshoots if this is how they end,” he winks as you laugh into his chest. He brings his arms around you, his warm embrace filling your stomach with butterflies again. The last thing you remember is him kissing the top of your head before you doze off to sleep.
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A/N: I had plans to write other things this week, but Dieter kept yelling at me so here I am with two Working Title updates in the same week. I can’t guarantee how quickly the next one will arrive, but hopefully, this settles a bit of the slow burn we’ve been working on. There’s part two of the photoshoot in the next chapter along with another day on set filming.
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Hitch - oneshot.
Summary: Henry and his girlfriend hit a bump in the road…
Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC
Warnings: angst, fluff, relationship difficulties/argument, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, brief allusion to smut, hastily written/lightly proofread.
WC: 1630
A/N: Hi folks, still not back in the writing groove but gave it a go and this was the result lol Sorry for deleting the last request, still having a crisis of confidence but I appreciate all interactions (especially as it helps me figure out blog direction). Not sure how often I’ll continue posting atm but feel free to send requests etc. - R x
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Hitch - oneshot.
"I just want you to tell me why."
"Henry, do you not think if there was another reason, I’d just say so? Especially if it meant not having this conversation again?"
"So you honestly expect me to believe that you won’t get married simply because don't want to?"
"Yes! I said as much not long after we got together, why did you think I’d change my mind?"
"I dunno, I thought maybe you were trying to protect yourself. I know being with someone like me will never be straightforward, but why is marriage an impossibility given how long we've now been together? I've never done anything to make you doubt me or my love for you." She sighed and placed her hands on her hips, struggling to comprehend how watching some dreadful reality show about matchmaking had led to their current discussion.
"Henry, I really can’t have this conversation again. I've told you my reason why and won't keep repeating myself. Goodnight." Henry dashed between her and the living room door.
"Darling please, we need to talk about this. Surely you can appreciate why I’m confused? You won't attend premieres with me, you don’t often travel with me. I respect that you're your own person and want to be out of the spotlight at much as possible, but now I'm worried you don't feel the same way about me anymore."
"Henry, you already know that isn't true. For fuck's sake I take care of everything each and every day don't I? Your house, your personal affairs, even your dog! I live in the middle of nowhere for you, I get abused every day worldwide for you, and I can't even walk down the fucking street without the risk of being photographed - all for you! Why would I do any of that if I didn't love you? I've never wanted your money, connections, or anything else, and yet here you are questioning me!" But her anger only served to rile him up further.
"Well, I wonder why! You sound pretty resentful even though this is our house, our dog, our fucking life! For God’s sake I thought we were past this, what else can I do to prove that you're my priority?"
"I'm not resentful, that's my point! And we didn't choose this house or other aspects of our life together but I'm still here, still dedicated to you. What else do I have to do, to prove that?"
"So that would help? If we moved, chose a house together?" She clasped her forehead, exasperated.
"Ugh, no! I love this house because you chose it, just like I love you. Now let me go to bed." Henry blocked her path once again.
"No, please… I'm just trying to understand. You forget that I know you were engaged before, so is it that? You love me but you were in love with him?"
"Or the experience just confirmed marriage isn't for me. If I'd lost the person I loved most, why would I settle? I'm hardly the type, am I?" He searched her eyes.
"But if it's inconsequential to you why can't we do it? I just want you to be my wife, you know fine well I'll never hurt or leave you!"
"Except I don't! No one can. I don't want marriage because I don’t believe it's a vow anyone can honestly make. You might wake up tomorrow and decide you don't love me anymore, or next week you could meet someone who makes you realise you never did. I'm sorry but having to get divorced just adds insult to injury and I won't do it to myself. I refuse to."
"Oh, darling." Henry tried to move in for a hug but she swiftly raised her hand.
"Stop it. Whether you accept it or not, I continue to be here because I love you, and I'm sorry you think I haven't done enough to make that clear."
"And I'm sorry you think I don't love you as much as you love me." A look flashed briefly across her face.
"When did I say that?!"
"Throughout this entire conversation! So I was right all along, you think I'm just a selfish prick who wants to have his cake and eat it. First it was your father, then your ex, and now me. I'm just the latest in a long line of disappointments, aren't I? What do you want me to do? Give up acting? Will that be a big enough improvement for you?" There was no mistaking the look on her face anymore.
"How dare you. I've always respected what you do--"
“She said sarcastically.”
"Oh whatever, all this really comes down to is you not being able to control me any further than you already do." He stepped back a moment, turning around only halfway when he was ready to speak again.
"You don't really believe that?"
"Either way, I'm never getting married or having children. If that's too much for you then, I suppose... our relationship is already over." Her eyes were distraught and Henry rushed forwards, gripping the sides of her arms.
"No, no. Please, don't say that. I'm not losing you over something like this. Having children is different and besides, I don’t want to share you with anyone else," she felt her heart pinch. "I'm sorry, Okay? I'm just hurt, but I'll get over it. Yes, I'm old-fashioned, I find it hard that you don't let me spoil you, or that we have to take turns paying for holidays. You even have to pay for the upkeep of this place!”
"Yes, because you bought it despite us both living here, why can't I at least contribute?" He finally let her go, sighing as his head dropped down.
"I just want to care of you."
"And you do! Which I'm grateful for and is the reason I do whatever I can to take care of you as well. Marriage gives me the ick, alright? I'm just not lovey-dovey, sue me."
"Bollocks. You spend ages cuddling Kal, cooking for me… do you know you even cuddle up to me at night after you've fallen asleep? I try and stay awake just so--" his voice caught in his throat, "I don't miss it. We don't have to have a wedding, though you seemed to enjoy Mark's and Claire's...”
"I'd enjoy myself at funerals if they had open bars."
"Well, what if something happens to me? I need to make sure everything's taken care of."
"We can go to a solicitor for that." Henry rubbed his jaw.
"What if we make it just us? We don't have to invite anyone other than the witnesses." She pondered the suggestion for a moment.
"How about we have a civil union?" He scowled.
"What, where you don't have to change your title, surname, or even be called my wife?"
"Henry that's my last offer, take it or leave it. For fuck's sake why can't I just be your partner? That's all I've ever wanted to be..." She swallowed back her tears but practically fled the room. Henry just stood with his head in his hands. Neither of them slept well that night.
***
The next couple of days passed uneasily, not that she didn't try her best to make things better. She still didn't want to give in to Henry though, no matter how bad it felt not to. She thought she’d sacrificed enough for them to be together. If she said yes to this, then what would be next? It was as she was curled up on the sofa, letting such thoughts churn over and over in her mind, that he came and sat down beside her. After a couple of minutes, he gently took her hand. "Listen, I've thought about what you said and I think I finally understand. With that in mind, I'd like you to accept these as a promise that we'll belong to each other for as long as possible and as best we can.” He looked at her knowingly while pulling two velvet boxes from his pocket. “I got you the same promise ring as mine as I know you don't like anything sparkly, mine's just wider cos I've got big hands and need it to last. You don't have to be a Mrs or take my surname either, though I know you don’t like yours so I thought maybe you could anyway?" His hopeful eyes were met with the mischief in hers.
"But your surname’s awful as well!" He snorted.
"Fair enough, I know it's a nightmare changing everything by deed poll anyway. We can wear the rings on our right hands if you want, so... what do you think?"
"I'll accept it on one condition," she teased, though the tears in her eyes were plain to see.
"Which is?"
"You get down on one knee." Henry stared at her for a moment in disbelief but soon hurled himself to the floor, grinning as she presented her right hand. He took his time, making sure to slide the band on carefully. Once that was done she grabbed his and as gently as her patience would allow, twisted it over his finger. They beamed at each other before he leaped to his feet, pulling her with him so they could kiss and embrace. His heart felt like it was about to burst. "You know, if I'm not your wife then what will you call me?"
"How about 'wagon?'" She giggled and swatted him on the arm. "What about me?"
"Hmm, let's see... what else begins with 'w?'" He roared with laughter, planted another kiss on her mouth, and swept her up into his arms. She knew they were headed for the stairs before he even turned round.
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Okay so, ask game incoming.
Character(s) (you can choose one, if you want): Our son Arslan, Give, Isfan or our queen Farangis! (You can also do one of your OCs, if you want ☺️)
Questions: 2, 5, 14 and finally 23 for a wonderful end!
Hope you have a wonderful day!
(I have HARD Azar/Maar/Daryun/ArSen brain rott today... ugh my brain is OVERFLOWING with ideas and scenes!)
(I'm so sorry for the many options I can't decide on characters)
What an ask! Here's the original ask game post for others who might want to participate.
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
Arslan
There's a lot of things I like about him, so much that I struggle to pick a favorite. I think I'll settle on the fact that he remains kind despite everything, where other stories might've made him “disillusioned” and become more ruthless in the name of character development, I am incredibly thankful that it didn't happen to Arslan. He gets to be kind. All the strengths he gains and the growth he goes through happens to support his kindness. Parts of him aren't being taken off, he's becoming stronger so that he could be allowed to continue being kind. And I find that revolutionary especially in a historical fantasy type story like this.
Gieve
The fact that deep down he does want to believe in something good, want there to be something worth believing him. He's grown cynical due to reality but the fact that he does hope even if unbeknownst to himself does something to me. Also, the fact that he's like an onion I guess. He's got them Layers™ and unraveling those layers might or might not make you cry.
Isfan
His absolute earnestness I suppose! He's so eager, he puts 100% into things he does (like, apologizing for not being able to capture that sorcerer despite having reduced that one onto one leg, despite having fought so valiantly? boy's a perfectionist and overachiever). I find it admirable even if I can't relate in matters except art, lol.
Farangis
Her refusal to entertain Gieve's bullshi— okay, that aside, her ability to step back and see the bigger picture instead of being caught up in emotions, and thereby having the ability to gently nudge other people (especially Arslan) back on track. Also her courage because damn is she daring as fuck.
5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?
Arslan
• Kamado Tanjirou no Uta by Nakagawa Nami (more canon leaning)
• Untitled world by ReoNa (more Wolfpack AU leaning)
• Yakudou by Sakamoto Maaya (applies to both but also leans a taaad more towards AU if only because all those bells in the song)
(all three songs included in the playlist!)
(also I know this is technically three songs instead of one but have you considered he is my darling son?)
Gieve
There hasn't really been a song I hard-associate with Gieve just yet, I don't know why but nothing quite hits the sweet spot for me so far. If anyone's got recommendations I'd verily appreciate it!
Alternate joke answer is Yakety Sax.
Isfan
Wolf Blood by Adrian von Ziegler! It's an instrumental with no lyrics but I immediately think of him whenever I listen to it.
Farangis
I think I've said it before but Trøllabundin by Eivør always makes me think of Farangis! To add one more to that, Dance of the Spirit by Kokia.
14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.
Rather than assign one if the modern aesthetics bc frankly I know nothing about them, I'm just gonna take this opportunity to infodump about my character design choices. Also, my answers will be for Wolfpack AND my character design sheet stuff because why the fuck not.
Arslan
His clothes reflect the most the people around him. He's surrounded by two cultures and he combines them to express himself. In terms of silhouette I tried to make him look Solid. A solid block of friendship LOL.
Gieve
Loose, free, flowy stuff. There's always something flappy hanging from his clothes. Wind is an element I associate with him so yeah! You'll see when my design sheet of him is done.
Isfan
Clothes that fit him very well in terms of tailoring. Rather than the clothes creating a specific silhouette they adhere to the body instead if that makes sense. On the more traditional side of things. Due to geographical proximity, the regional fashion of the Gorgan region is influenced by Turanian (Mongolian) ideas.
Farangis
Flowy, but in a different way from Gieve in that it's much more well put together and tidy. I don't really know how to explain it, but I chose the clothes that I did for Farangis for a reason!
23. Favorite picture of this character?
HOO BOI HERE WE GO.
Arslan
Gieve
Isfan
Farangis
#arslan senki#the heroic legend of arslan#heroic legend of arslan#wolfpack au#winds of wolfsong#arslan#areyan (arslan)#farangis#gieve#isfan#ask game
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Whumpcember 2023 Day 8 - Isolation
(tl;dr: the author vicariously tortures a merperson)
CWs: isolation; kidnapped male mer whumpee; post-medical whump
Zale woke several times on the makeshift surgery table. Each time, more pain made him pass out. By the third time, he prayed to the gods that he wouldn't wake up until they revealed that this was all just a nightmare.
The gods didn't seem to care.
Zale had a brief sensation of being dragged again, of hearing Brimmer and Halloway's voices, and of feeling cold, miserable regret for every single action he had taken that led to this torture. He was vaguely aware of his restraints being fiddled with before he fell into a dreamless state of unconsciousness.
When he woke, he at first wondered, blearily, if he'd been abandoned on a beach. Half of his body lay in water, but his torso was quite dry. His arms were aching.
And the submerged part of his body, he realized as alertness hit him like a barracuda, was stinging.
Zale yelped and opened his eyes to find himself left in a plastic storage bin full of water. Fresh water! The mer had only suffered from freshwater exposure once before, and that was when his teacher took him and his school up a bay and into a river. His teacher had pointed out the effects as they swam, until they reached mostly-fresh water and had to turn back. It was a cautionary lesson. Mers like Zale did not evolve in fresh water. They could tolerate brackish water close to the sea, but the less salty the water, the more it just felt wrong.
And this water, based on the stinging, prickly sensation all over his tail, didn't have a drop of salt in it at all.
Zale tried to get out of the tub, and this only showed him what was making his arms ache: they were bound and chained to a hook up on the wall. Zale thrashed, but the chain was too strong for him to break.
Panting now, gills fluttering uselessly, Zale took a different approach. He tried to heave his tail up and over the tub, but it was a lot harder in the air than it was with the supportive weightlessness of water. And there was another thing that made him stop -- the wound in his side, the one caused by the spear that they impaled him with and used to drag him to the dinghy, was only freshly bandaged and stitched.
Zale examined the wound as best as he could in his restraints. Maybe he should be thankful, he thought, that Dr. Halloway had admittedly done a good job of saving his life. His techniques weren't all like mer medicine, but they had clearly worked. And yet Zale could not bring himself to feel grateful. Halloway had done this. Well, not Halloway himself, but humans.
Evil, senseless humans. The type of humans that those researchers scorned and those drunk tourists didn't even know about. The type of humans that Zale had been warned about, but that he had naively, arrogantly thought either didn't exist or could be changed by his charm.
Zale curled up miserably in the corner of the tub. He felt too hollow to cry. This was all his fault. He couldn't blame the humans; he had done this to himself.
The diver had tried to warn him.
That little realization made him curl inwards even more.
Footsteps sounded nearby; Zale flinched and looked around. Ignoring the tub, he saw that he was in a mostly-empty room about the size of two dinghies. A dim, warm-toned light source sputtered from the ceiling. Zale squinted at it, trying to tell what it was made from -- could it be some kind of bioluminescent plant? No -- this was electricity. Like the kind that lit flashlights, he remembered.
Footsteps. Footsteps! There was a heavy metal door to his right, and a crack of light shone through the bottom. Footsteps coming closer, two pairs, closer closer closer --
"Think it's awake?" One man said. "I wanna take a look."
"Hell no. It could kill us," the other said firmly, and added: "And so would Brimmer."
"Ugh. You right."
"We can't look in until Brimmer says," the other continued, sounding rather self-important. "He wants to let the thing cool for a while. You know, keep it in isolation for a bit."
"Why's that?"
The self-importance faltered for a moment, then returned as the man heard himself talk more. "All kinds of things. To make it not want to be aggressive. Or maybe in case it's got weird diseases. 'Sides, Brimmer and Halloway both got work to do. They don't have time to deal with it now. Lucky fish."
The other man replied, with some amusement, "That thing's not a fish, it's a monster."
"Makes me not wanna see a mermaid," the second man joked.
Their talk and footsteps moved on down the hallway outside, and Zale was left alone again.
Mers didn't cry like humans did. They keened, usually, but Zale was too scared to let himself make a noise, so he was forced to settle for the other parts of mer crying. He shivered and clenched and unclenched his webbed fingers in panic and he hummed, so low that humans could not hear it, sending more shivers through his body and compounding until, in a last-ditch effort, he found the strength to heave his tail over the side of the tub and let himself collapse to the floor.
His impalement wound throbbed and his arms burned even more in this position, but at least his tail wasn't in horrible pain anymore. His gills ached, his lungs strained, and his eyes felt sandy and dry in this light -- but at least, curled into as much of a ball he could achieve being chained up on the cold metal floor, Zale had made one small change on his own while he tried to accept the fact that he was unchangeably trapped and alone.
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August '23 SteveTony Fics Recap
Ayo, whassup YouTube. It's ya Boy. Cars to the O-N Ian. BACK at it again with the SteveTony fanfiction. You already KNOW what's about to go down. . .
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Your Mans wrote a total of SEX fanfics this month. Your Mans wrote a total of 36942 words. Haha 69.
That is pretty crazie! And telling of your Mans emotional state. Which is to say: get a life. And another hobby. Now BACK to the video.
Fanfics (in chronolgo chronsol ciacal chrongologic edit prev out @ editor chgrasonlogical order):
"I Can See Clearly Now The Blindfold's Gone" | 3,577 Words | M | 1 Aug
"Then, without further ado, I'd like to offer my sincere congratulations to the two of you for winning the all-expenses paid date."
"What?" Steve straightens.
"Pass." Tony says at the same moment.
(A.K.A. Modern, No Powers AU where Steve and Tony go on everyone's favourite internet shitshow, "The Button".)
For the prompt fill: blind date au
If I had to rate this fic I would SMASH THAT BUTTON !!!!!
"Just Wanna Feel Your Touch (When It's Cold)" | 1,339 words | M | 16 Aug
Steve's got a press conference to deal with but he's more worried about Tony's cold hands.
Stony Bingo 2023 Round 2: "Rescue Me"
If I had to rate this fic I would rate it!
"'Cause It's You and Me (and All of the People)" | 8,945 words | T | 19 Ugh
Steve and Tony discover that they're soulmates in their senior year of high school. As they wrestle with this realisation and try to build out a genuine relationship in the backdrop of high school nonsense and college admissions stress, they're met with a ridiculous number of hurdles in the form of every friend in their circle recruiting them as "fake dates".
(A.K.A. the high school soulmates AU where they keep getting pulled into fake dating schemes for other people, told in a chatlog / texting format)
Stony Bingo 2023 Round 2: "WTF"
Just a day ago I had to go back and fix some GIFs that had disappeared. So if I had to rate this fic I wouldn't.
"We Just Keep Going" | 1,829 words | M | 23 Aug
A coda to "Here I Am & Here You Are" where Steve and Tony go and visit the Chip 'n Dale duo in New Orleans.
(A.K.A. Established relationship, banter-y nonsense.)
The only fic that isn't trying to be a FOB lyric w/ the length of its title. So, this fic, if I had to rate it I would rate as oim just a nocch in yewr bedpowst. . . but yewr juust a loine in a sowng!!!!!!
"Must Admit I'm Out of Bright" | 2,606 words | T | 25 Aug
Steve's got a handful of bullets in his abdomen and Stark's looking at him all funny.
Stony Bingo 2023 Round 2: "Pain"
If I had to rate this fic I wouldn't but I would desecRATE it and if I had to desecrate it I would desecrate it w/
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"The Remarkable People Initiative & The Zugzwang Dilemma" | Chapters 8 & 9 (aka the FINAL CHAPTERS. Yes this fic is DONE! FINALLY!)
Chapter 8: "Pawn to Queen, Promotion Forseen" | 5,594 words | E | 9 Aug
Chapter 9: "Rematch?" | 13,052 words (don't @ me I tried to plan this shit out and it did not WORK. planning is a SHAM. or maybe I am. either way. don't @ me!!!) | E | 31 Aug
Steve Rogers and Tony Stark first met as promising candidates of The Remarkable People Initiative when they were children.
Twenty-four years later, Tony shows up at Steve's doorstep.
(The Mysterious Benedict Society AU.)
If I had to rate this fic I would uhhh ok come on. Someone else make the bad joke this time. I can't carry this whole goddamn video.
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Demon Slayer x Plus Size Fem!Reader: Clubbing AU: Genya Fight! Fight! Fight!
Intro: It’s Friday night and classes are out for the weekend. (Y/n) and her friends are hitting the club and confessing their deepest feelings for each other. Join (Y/n) as she navigates her feelings, body, and drunkenness on a night that could change her life.
Tags: Partying, Confessions, Chubby body, Chubby reader, Fat Reader, Plus Size Reader, Demon Slayer AU, Happy Endings, Giyuu, Shinobu, Genya, Kyojuro Rengoku.
Warnings: Drunkenness, alcohol, body image, creeps at the bar.
Notes: Big thanks to @the-secret-thief and @heartfeltcierra for helping me edit and encouraging me to post again! I hope you all love the new story.
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FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
“Genya, since it’s your first time, I may be good practice.” Everyone looked surprised that I picked the spunky younger brother of Sanemi, but it was his first night…and we had left him with our bags for most of the evening.
“Ugh, yeah. Let’s practice.” His gusto faltered a little, and I couldn’t help but laugh. The DJ paused his set to make an announcement for a lost purse, and I noticed Mitsuri hurry off to the stage.
“You seem to have changed your mind.” I wag my hand in front of my face, as Sanemi puts Genya in a headlock. He ruffled Genya’s hair, and shook him around a bit, before launching into a lecture.
“He’s just nervous, he doesn’t hang around the ladies often, this is good for him.” Sanemi let him go, and took a shot tube from Obanai. “Now go have fun and stay where I can see you.” Genya was shoved towards the table, and away from the bar. Kanae nudged me to follow him, and I obliged. It was okay, he was shy, and that’s all it was…
Genya was mumbling to himself when he grabbed my hand to pull me behind him through the crowd. My heart fluttered when he looked back at me.
Genya was the type of person who always kept me on my toes. This wasn’t the first time we had hung out, there had been many nights of poker and study sessions at his house. He would often join us for an hour or two before getting flustered and quitting due to not winning. He was a bit of a sore loser, but Sanemi was also NOT a humble winner.
We passed Kyo, who was holding a shot for Shinobu in between his lips. He was a diligent D.D, as soon as the shot was done, he took the other tube and did a second round for Shinobu, who was laughing and giggling at how easy he made it look. I glanced at the back of Genya’s head and wondered how our shots would go?
“Don’t look so worried.” Genya twirled around as we approached the front doors. The sounds from the rowdy crowd and the bass-bumping speakers were almost muffled enough that I could hear my racing heart.
“Oh, I’m not worried.” I forced my lips into a smile and bounced on the balls of my feet while nervously swirling the tube in my hand. “I just want to make sure you’re not…unsure. It’s all for good fun, but I don’t want to pressure you to do this.”
“You can’t pressure me.” He smirked, putting the tube in his mouth. “Now, let’s do this.” Despite his words coming out as a mumble, he was more coherent than Mitsuri at the cost of some of the liquor spilling over the side.
“Alright, I’m ready.” The empty space between us disappeared as Genya kneeled under, cupping either side of my face. I clasped my lips around the tube, and like a seesaw, we switched places. Once I had it all gulped, we stood back upright.
“How was it?” He twinged red, wiping the edges of his lips.
“Great, now my turn.” Without any hesitation, I put my tube between my lips and did the same to him. Gripping his face, I kneeled and lined up the tube. Only, something came over me. Once we switched places, and he downed his shot, I threaded my fingers through the mop of his dark hair. Our test tubes suddenly hit the floor, but didn’t shatter. What have I done?
“So soft Genya.” I giggled, running my hand from his hair to his chest resting on his belt loop and bending down to pick up our shot tubes. “So strong.”
“(Y/n).” When I looked back up at him, he was even more flustered. “You’re so...”
“So wonderful?” I put the words in his mouth, knowing that’s not what he was going to say. “So pretty.” Come on, I have to fix this. I’m drunk, it’s okay. It’s just my friends brother…
“You are, but.” He shivered, reaching out to touch my hair. “I think beautiful would suit you much better.”
“Thank you, Genya.” I felt a tingly warmth spread over my chest. “You’re a little cutie under all that hair gel.”
“No, you don’t understand, I really-“
“Hey! You did it! We saw. Didn’t we Obanai?” Mitsuri hung off Obanai’s arm. They snuck up on us, but they came bearing a gift.
“We thought you might want to do some shots. We brought a bottle of tequila.” Obanai set the bottle on the table, and I suddenly had a wave of nausea. I held my lips, and took a step back.
Now, peer pressure wasn’t something we really did, but if my friends were drinking, I normally was down to throw a few back. But although I don’t remember exactly, I just know me and tequila have some bad memories together.
“Let’s get started!” Mitsuri beamed, pulling me by my wrist towards the table.
I looked at Genya and mouthed help. He bowed up, then tucked me under his arm, I felt like a small duckling under my mother’s wing.I didn’t expect him to pull me away from Mitsuri so quickly.
“What’s the matter?” Mitsuri pouted, reaching out for me, but I stayed in place.
“I think Genya’s trying to say they’ve had enough. Look at (Y/n), she’s practically green.” Obanai sighed, wrapping his arm around Mitsuri and guiding them toward the table. “Plus not everyone has our inhuman tolerance.”
“Also, we pre-gamed in our car,” I added, feeling far too quiet and slightly snubbed.
“Of course, take a breather. Genya, make sure she gets some fresh air.” Obanai paused looking me over. “(Y/n), consider yourself cut off tonight, okay?”
“I hate when you’re right.” I laughed, hugging Genya tighter. “Don’t tell Sanemi.”
“He’s going to be my problem, not yours.” Genya readjusted us, hooking my arm over his shoulder. “Come on.”
“Be safe you two.” Mitsuri waved us off.
The bouncer opened the door for us, chilling winds wrapped around my legs and arms, and I broke into a shiver. Genya took quicker steps towards the gazebo across the street.
Soon, we were planted on a wooden bench overlooking a brightly colored play set. The lattices on the gazebo didn’t offer much in terms of warmth, but it did break the harsh bite of the wind somewhat.
“Thank you for helping me. I hate to hurt Mitsuri, but I couldn’t take tequila.” I stayed snuggled against him, resting my head on his shoulder.
“Obanai was right, you’ve had too much.” He tried to peel my body off him but stopped short. “You really are a hugging drunk, might as well give in. I guess I’m nothing special, just a warm body on a cold night.” He laughed, resting his arm around my back.
“No, you are. I want to hug you, Genya.” I pouted, nuzzling his neck, and setting up a little higher. He was wearing a cut-off black button-up, but he wasn’t shivering like me. Surely, he was cold, but the more I think back, he’s always dressed light on cold days. Even in the winter, the most he’d wear is a flannel.
“Pft, you’re drunk.” He rubbed my back, curling his lips in a half smile. “But I wish you weren’t.”
“You always put on a tough guy act, but I know you can back it up.” I wasn’t getting anywhere with him by cuddling, I needed to get it together. “That’s why I feel *Hic* safe with you.” I covered my mouth and laughed. “It’s not funny, I’m sorry.”
“No, go on.” His pupils dilated, and his smile was replaced with an open mouth hanging onto my every word.
“I didn’t pick you, just so you could practice tonight,” I admitted. “I picked you because I really like you too.”
“(Y/N), Genya!” Sanemi stormed up to us. “I said stay in sight! I don’t care if you told the love birds where you were going. I’m going to kill you two!”
“Run!” I shot to my feet, but Genya grabbed my elbow and stopped me.
“I got this.” He pressed his forehead to mine, then pivoted on his heel to meet Sanemi in front of the swings.
“Oi! We’re grown, people.” Genya growled back at him, and that started it… the fight was on.
OOOO
It took Giyu to grab Sanemi,and Kyo and Obanai to grab Genya, in order to separate the two brothers. There was a crater in the wood chips where they had wrestled each other to the point of hitting the dirt under the play set. At one point, Sanemi tossed Genya on a swing and threw him into the air. There was now a crowd with their phones, and we knew we had to get out of there before the police came.
“Genya with Kyo, and Sanemi with us. When we get him to the car, he may chill out and actually drive us home.” Kanae was trying to ease the chaos.
“Dumbass!” Sanemi struggled against Giyu, but Kanae touched his shoulder and whispered in his ear. He finally calmed down… Maybe, if she could calm Sanemi, I could do the same.
“There is only so much I am willing to do while drunk, and breaking up a fight isn’t one of those things. But calming a sloshed dude, that is doable.” I told Shinobu, who was rubbing my arms to keep me from freezing. Mitsuri, she, and I were blending in with the crowd, holding the car keys and coats. Ready to leave as soon as possible.
“I don’t know about that. He’s pretty feral.” Shinobu hugged Giyu’s and Kyo’s coats, which were draped over her, closer to her body. She was thin and she could double their coats around her frame…it couldn’t be helped that I was the largest of my friend group. Still, I wished I could have worn their coats and felt dainty. I guess that’s one good thing about Genya, he didn’t have a coat to give me.
“I’m going to try anyway.” I took a deep breath, marching to Kyo and Obanai’s corner of the playground.
Genya was held horizontally, with Kyo holding his legs and Obanai holding his torso. He was wriggling and yelling, much like his brother had been doing.
“I’m not done!” Genya yelled, but his brother was already gone. “I’ll kick your ass to space! Let me down!”
“Come on Genya, calm down.” Kyo huffed.
“We need to go before the police arrive. But he’s not going to listen.” Obanai groaned. “(Y/n), go back. He’s not rational.”
“Just let me try.” I poked Genya’s cheek. “Genya.” I got his attention easier than I thought. “The fights over. Can we please go home?“ I squinted my glossy eyes while my lips formed into a pout. “Pretty please?”
“Listen to (Y/n). It’s not worth all this chaos.” Kyo loosened his grip, but Obanai gripped harder.
“Kyojuro.” Obanai huffed. “He’s not going down that easy.”
“No, you guys are right. I’m sorry for my actions. Sanemi just works me up.” Genya was put back on his feet, and I brushed the dirt from his face with my hand.
“Right, now let’s get out of here.” I could hear sirens in the distance. My phone buzzed and I took a quick look at the group chat. “Shinobu, Kanae, Mitsuri, Sanemi and Giyu are gone, we need to hurry.”
“Right.” Obanai seemed relieved that Mitsuri was gone.
“Come on.” Genya took my hand, and the four of us took off in a mad dash towards our car. Racing through the bushes, and around the trees, we broke through the flora to get to our parking lot.
“Go go go.” Kyo unlocked the car and we piled in, Genya and I dove for the back. He opened my door and held the top of my head so I didn’t bump it getting in. I scooted over and he jumped in. “Everyone buckle.” Kyo clicked himself in and started the car.
“We need to go.” Obanai fumbled with his belt.
“Here.” Kyo leaned over and buckled him. Of course, we wouldn’t move until we all were strapped down.
Genya pulled on my belt and nodded it was in place, and sighed as Kyo backed up and merged into the nightlife traffic. Genya kept his head down for most of the drive, and we sat in relative silence.
At some point, Genya fell asleep. I smiled, seeing he was relatively okay, nothing looked broken, only a few bumps and bruises. We passed over a speed bump, and I held my breath. He stayed fast asleep, and I got to watch him be silent for a small while longer.
“So, we can’t take him home.” Obanai was texting the whole time we’d been on the road. “Sanemi is still upset.”
“Why is he so mad over us going outside?” I whispered.
“He’s mad we disregarded his advice to confess to you sober.” If my eyes could get bigger, they would have.
“Well, he’ll be sober tomorrow and we can do it again. Besides, I didn’t think he liked me. It’s not like we were that close up until now.”
“You always sat by each other on game night.” Kyo wasn’t trying to be quiet. “You’d both help each other and giggle like a bunch of school girls. Then you or him would get skunked and he’d storm off.”
“There’s also all the times he brought “us” snacks when it would just be all your favorites,” Obanai added.
“Don’t forget he hates clubs, but he came tonight. Just to see you.” Kyo turned into my driveway.
“Wow, I am really blind. I thought it was all in my head.” I looked at Genya. “He can stay with me tonight.”
“Alright, let’s get him inside.”
OOOOO
It was bright and early when Genya started to stir awake. He was on my sofa, hand over his eyes to block out the light as it poured through my sheer curtains. His every twitch was terribly cute, especially when he rolled over to bury his face in the sofa cushions. Eventually, he pulled the cover over his head and grumbled. His knuckles had been bloody, but I wiped them off before we laid him down. To be fair, Kyojuro cleaned him up for the most part, but forgot his hands…they were so scarred and bruised. Genya was tough, almost to his detriment.
I shouldn’t have been watching him so closely, but I wanted to make sure he was okay…and when he woke up with a headache I was there with meds and water. Breakfast…. he’d want something to eat.
Slowly getting off my recliner, I tried to keep it from creaking and was successful. With a content sigh, I shuffled into the kitchen and grabbed some butter and a few eggs. An American breakfast was always a good cure for a hangover, so I’d make some hashbrowns too.
Humming a happy tune, I wondered how he liked his eggs. He was still asleep, so I’d have to guess. Buzzing around the kitchen, I finally settled in front of the stove and began to cook my egg batter.
Hands slide around my waist, and Genya’s face pressed to mine. “Good morning Beautiful.”
“Ah, good morning handsome.” I couldn’t keep the butterflies in my tummy from fluttering all the way up my throat.
“Thanks for the medicine.” He kissed my temple, squeezing my middle. “So, about last night… I’m sorry about the fight.”
“Is that your only regret?” I asked before I could stop myself.
His lips straightened, then turned into a smile. “My only regret is I didn’t win.” He spun me around in his arms, holding my chin in his hand. “I also regret not kissing you last night.”
“Really?” I hung to his every word, hand gripping the bottom of his shirt.
“Yeah.” He kissed me. He cupped my face with one hand and rubbed my back with the other. We broke apart and went in for another kiss. I rubbed his chest and arms,feeling the muscles rippling beneath my hands. Sanemi might kill me.
“The eggs.” My eyes widened and I swiveled, then took them off the stove before they were too far gone.
“Nice catch hot stuff.” He got a plate down from the cabinet and had it ready for me to dump our eggs on to.
“This is nice.” I touched my lips.
“You want round two?” He raised his brow.
“Maybe after we get done cooking.” I laughed, getting my grated potato ready to fry. “Then we can kiss all day.”
“Bet on it.”
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“I’m not mad. I just told him to wait.” Sanemi had his arms crossed and was standing in my driveway.
“I didn’t mean to fall for your little brother.” I held the back of my neck and glanced at Genya. His charm was hidden under a few rough layers, but he was my type of guy. Kind, strong, and ready to take charge.
“It was getting pretty obvious with how often you suggested we study at my place.” Sanemi lowered his arms and laughed. “You two will be good together. I know it.”
“Thank you for your blessing. Um, can you let Genya out of the car now? I think it’s too hot to leave him in there.” Genya was pulling at the car's back seat handle. Sanemi had put the child locks on.
“He can be let out when we get home. I’m not done with him.” Sanemi turned to walk back to his car.
“Please be easy on my boyfriend.” I knitted my brows together and blew Genya a kiss once I had his attention. He blew me one back, then went back to being feral. What had I signed myself up for?
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UGH UGH UGH
This cover is so sexy. The colors make my brain go brrr
I read and typed this the night before, oops. I needed something to make me less bored and sad and by god I got it. (<- has so much homework he doesn’t even want to look at it)
1- Based on what i’ve seen of future installments there’s a trend in the particular kind of body horror nightow likes to draw huh
The color of blood? Literally blood? I wasn’t sure if he was actually crying blood in the previous volume or not or if the tears were just darker bc art shit. I think his vibes are like that of a bird of prey. If that’s what we’re getting at here? (At least this version of him is. Stampede is a different beast. Somehow both cuttlefish and like, crow? I’m still yelling about the stampede finale-)
Does having high bullshit tolerance make you less human somehow…? What’s the logic here?
Is wolfwood saying that to him directly? Fucked up if so. He does NOT need more piled on him right now
2- im just flashing back to 98 wolfwood saying he’s never fired a gun before-
Does gray have the same sort of top that Vash had? The almost-tubing on the sides? Or is that just a favorite design thing?
That was pretty much all just fight scene huh.
3- EW EW EW
god, it’s only just now hitting that these are the faces of people he knew. People he cared about. Christ.
:( i want to get off of mr bones wild ride
I’m not like. Gagging or anything i just hate it.
The thing about Vash being quiet angry is that it’s almost got this elegance to it. Like his mind has left his body and he’s just running on his experience and skill now. He’s pissed and he’s dissociating. I feel like the whole room gets icy when he’s like that, even if you’re outside in the suns.
NO OH NO GOD-
FUCK I KNEW THAT WAS GONNA HAPPEN AND I STILL WASNT READY
4- does. Does he know him???
Oh hell.
He set off the sprinklers???
WET HAIR VASH
5- brad is much more of a character than i was expecting.
God i can just hear wolfwood in that moment
Well. Yikes.
HAHAHSJSJJS milly jumpscare
6- what the fuck that piano is so cool
Seeing vash with both arms feels illegal somehow
Or no, does it have some kind of cover on it? Or is that what it looks like below those gloves?
He is SOOOO not okay right now
Woah damn is that what luida looks like here?
Im sure he’s just beyond relieved to see people lived.
Oh wow. Im… proud of him for admitting it? Something like that? God he looks so tired
“Woah vash you’re fucking ancient aren’t you???”
7- he is a solid 70% leg. Good for him.
He looks so normal it’s very strange.
True immortality???? Maybe that’s why knives is baby smooth every time we’ve seen him. (Ick.) (there’s some part of me that wants so badly to like knives on the grounds that I understand where he’s coming from but he’s literally the fucking worst.)
There goes his arm. Again. Why is it always that one?
He genuinely reads like a different person with his hair down. Maybe that’s just me.
Did. Did nightow give mike mignola a copy of trigun. Better yet did he read it? We’re asking the real questions here.
(I made a poll for Vash’s vibes and the results are mostly exactly what I expected? Will post my findings. Manga Vash has the most variety so far.)
((Will I be able to do anything cool for Vash’s birthday? Who knows. Crossing my fingers I can hold it together that long, I am SO done with my summer classes and I wanna go home.))
(((I have had the worst stampede brainrot recently. It’s the purple color scheme and the flowers and the everything at the end. It fuckin EATS. I want to hold him gently.)))
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Ninja Daily: Vapors 49
"It's weird not to have Hinata around," Karin groused. Aiko glanced at her cousin without pausing her push-ups. She made a noncommittal grunt in response. It was much less unusual for her—she spent a lot more time out of the village than Karin or Hinata did. Karin almost never left the village on missions except when posted with Hinata and Anko. Since Hinata was still training to be a tracker with her first team, she went on a fair few trips, but they were short.
This one was a bit longer, though, so Karin's restlessness made some sense… Even if her whining did demonstrate what Aiko thought was a strange dependency.
It wasn't like Karin and Hinata would probably be part of a permanent team. The only thing they were really learning from Anko anymore was her special serpentine taijutsu—they had already begun working with specific summons who were tailored to their specialties. With small, fast snakes, Hinata was a rather terrifying scout and infiltrator. Karin preferred to play with serpentine poison. It complimented her specialty in extracting, creating, treating, and reverse-engineering poisons. Although some of her summoned friends were tiny in hopes of using stealth, she generally preferred the shock and awe approach in an actual fight.
Aiko couldn't blame her. If you were going to throw angry, writhing snakes at people, they may as well be forty pound snakes. Why the hell not?
It did make sharing the house a little uncomfortable, to be honest. She had only managed to bring Pakkun over once, before he flipped his lip and started barking.
Apparently, dogs did not like snakes, in person or by scent. Training with the gigantic puppy Pakkun had introduced her to (a fluffy white dear called Mitsuo who she couldn't imagine actually getting in a fight. He was just so skittish and awkward—in that puppy stage where it looked like he was walking on stilts he wasn't quite used to yet after a sudden growth spurt) was complicated by the fact that he downright refused to come within a block of the place. Apparently, snakes weren't well trusted.
'Maybe Anko should move in here and I'll take her old place,' Aiko thought dryly. It wasn't the first time she'd had a similar thought. It totally sucked not to be able to spend time with her summons in the comfort of her own home. The training fields were okay, but… ugh. Just, ugh.
"Hey, are you listening?"
'No', she thought.
"Yes," Aiko said.
"You're a fucking liar," Karin muttered, collapsing indolently onto the pink towel she had stretched out on the grass. "I asked you to toss me the sun lotion."
"Why?" Aiko frowned. "If you're worried about getting burned, why don't go inside?" She quirked her head, and added, "or put clothes on." That was an itty bitty bikini right there. No wonder Karin was worried about tan lines. Nonetheless, she shifted her weight to one foot and kicked the bottle over. Then Aiko tossed her head to dislodge a bead of sweat threatening to roll down her forehead. Ew, so gross. As soon as she was done with conditioning, she would be going inside for a while, thank you very much. Her arms were starting to ache by that point. These types of workouts had been so frustrating lately. It was like no matter how much she worked, she just didn't get any stronger. Her arms had clearly defined musculature, but even Karin showed more raw power when she flexed. Karin hated working out!
Karin propped her torso up with her arms and gave a gusty sigh. "I don't know how I ever forget that you're so clueless," she muttered airily, tossing her hair back.
'Okay, those comments get really old. I guess that's enough push-ups.'
Aiko bent her knees to spring her legs up by her hands, re-situated her weight entirely on her feet, and grabbed her half-empty water bottle as she stood. Then she yanked the contents out in a thin spray that hit her cousin. Karin yelped like a Chihuahua, momentarily stunned by the cold. That delay cost her—Aiko had already given her a grin and shot back into the house.
"You're such a brat!" Karin hollered after her, holding her hands to her mouth. Aiko just snickered, pulling her tank top over her head on her way to the bathroom. It was probably really weird and wasteful, but she always showered and changed clothes between her conditioning workout and whatever else she did that day. It just killed her to wait around in dirty clothes if she didn't have to. She would be meeting with Kakashi in about an hour (hopefully, if he wasn't later than she'd calculated). Aiko wasn't entirely certain what he had planned.
It turned out to be a late day. An hour and a half came and went after she made it to the training grounds. Aiko didn't see hide nor hair of her wayward shishou until she finally gave up and sat down to open her lunch. It was almost one.
"This is not nine-thirty in the morning," she said flatly when she sensed his chakra signature. He just hmm'd and snatched a rice ball out of her tin.
"Really? I had no idea. You see, I was out by the gates, and I thought I saw a dog I knew. I was mistaken, but we had a lovely conversation anyway."
'I'm never sure if it's worse when his excuses are plausible.' She just rolled her eyes. "Yamato is right, you are a mooch, shishou."
"He said that about me?" Kakashi asked in a very false, hurt voice. When Aiko looked up, the rice ball was gone. Then he blinked, suddenly focused on her. It was a bit weird for a second, until… "Good lord, that outfit is an abomination. Did Naruto dress you this morning?"
She threw a cherry tomato at his head. He snatched it out of the air and popped it into his mouth. 'This isn't even that strange,' she pouted. A pink v-neck shirt and white shorts was a bit casual for her to actually work out in, but it was stupidly hot out.
"If you two are done flirting, I thought we were going to be doing some training?" Yamato drawled from somewhere behind her. Aiko made a sound that wasn't much more dignified than Karin's yip that morning and jumped, swiveling to glare at him. He grinned at her boyishly. "If not, I can come back later."
"We need to put a fucking bell on you, cat," she muttered grumpily. Stupid ANBU with their stupid sneaking. Stupid Yamato in particular with his uncharacteristic intelligence in finally figuring out that he could tease her back. Did he know something? Or was that just payback for the 'Yamato Nadeshiko' pun that he couldn't seem to shake? She hadn't meant for that to happen, to be honest. Stupid plebians should come up with their own jokes.
While she was sulking, she'd managed to miss Kakashi's reaction to being accused of flirting like a teenager. One eye narrowed. "You know, you've gotten a little fat," Kakashi mused with sugary concern, giving a slight cringe and obvious once-over to the younger man. "Tenzou, I really think it would be for the best if you ran a few dozen laps around the village to burn off that gut." He flopped down onto the ground and innocently blinked up at him. "We'll wait here for you."
Yamato sputtered, one hand jerking convulsively to his tummy at the same time that he attempted to correct Kakashi about his name, deny the accusation, and presumably whine about being set to run laps like a naughty genin.
Aiko wasn't entirely sure what all he said, to be honest. It was hard to focus when she was so busy trying not to snicker aloud.
'Whipped.' She mimicked the motion behind Kakashi's head, enjoying the way her senpai flushed.
"and you can join him," Kakashi added smoothly. "You'll get fat as a house if you keep eating like that."
Somewhat incredulously, she let her eyes slide over to her packed lunch. Two rice balls, some tomatoes, blanched sweet potatoes and peppers, and a box of grape juice were nestled around a piece of fruit—oh, no they aren't, she noted. Her shishou had already snagged her apple and was rubbing it casually against his pant leg with an amused mien that dared her to say anything.
'Maybe I should have brought another lunch so I could actually eat mine. Does the man just not know how to cook?'
It was hard to imagine him doing anything so domestic as putting together a packed lunch. …Though the mental image was adorable.
When she caught up to him on her second lap, Yamato turned to give her a superior expression. It was mostly ruined by the smirk tugging at his lips.
"Oh, shut up," she muttered, elbowing him in the gut. "At least I'm his apprentice, I have to do what he says. Why are you letting him boss you around?"
It appeared that the thought had never occurred to him before.
Aiko felt a little guilty. Yamato was a nice guy, if a bit of a chump sometimes. It was hypocritical to hold him to standards she couldn't perform to. "To be fair, I wouldn't want to tell him no, either," she sighed. "What if he got disappointed in me for being lazy or something?" She'd never really disappointed him before, and she didn't intend to start now.
"I know what you mean," the man at her side grumbled. In the same serious tone, he continued, "and that's why I'm going to finish my laps first." Her jaw dropped, and she unconsciously kicked up her pace to match his increase in speed. "It'd be a bit embarrassing to match the efforts of a Chuunin," he taunted mildly, easily increasing the size of his strides. It was a bit of a dirty trick to play on someone so short.
She actually didn't mind. 'I didn't know Yamato ever played. He usually seems so serious. First time for everything, then?'
"You wish." She shot back, now full-on sprinting.
He did win. By a good four seconds, which was a helluva long time between shinobi. She was fast, but he was ANBU fast. She faux-glared up at him, working to catch her breath. He looked smug, and then glanced at Kakashi as if hoping for approval.
He just raised an eyebrow, spectacularly unimpressed. She wasn't entirely certain, but it sounded like a disparaging, "puppies," left his lips as he turned away.
Yamato looked mildly devastated.
"What did you want, a medal? Maybe for him to jump out of a cake in his underwear?" she whispered to her companion. Kakashi twitched in a way that implied he'd heard the jab, but was already walking away.
She took the chance to glance over her belongings and take a long pull from her water bottle. As expected, her lunch box hadn't really been touched since she'd left. Kakashi had probably just been teasing, then.
"If you two are done flirting, then," Kakashi mocked with wording like Yamato's earlier. The younger man blushed pink on the tips of his ears. Aiko just rolled her eyes. As if.
"I was thinking that it was probably time to do some team training exercises. It's probably for the best you never had to use your new technique the last time we were out on a mission," he directed at Aiko. "Because I don't think you understand just how much it would disrupt team dynamics."
Yamato eyed her curiously. "So, am I finally going to figure out why you two were growling at each other for two months?" he asked innocently.
"Nope." Aiko popped the 'p' sound and fluttered her eyelashes at him.
"Don't tease my poor little kohai, Aiko-chan," Kakashi scolded absentmindedly. "Now. Do you have one of your special toys with you?"
'That sounded dirty', Aiko thought. Judging by the way Yamato blanched, he'd had similar thoughts.
"No." She shrugged. "But I could whip one up, if you have the stuff?"
She half-expected it, so she didn't even blink when he unzipped his hip pouch and dug out a brush, ink, and a little pad of unlined paper.
'Someone planned ahead today.'
"Make two," he said shortly. Aiko cringed. 'There goes almost half my chakra,' she sighed. But she nodded obediently and flopped down onto her tummy to work, crossing her ankles in the air behind her. She wasn't entirely sure if the other two did anything or just stared silently the whole time, because she was in a world of her own while she drew. Instead of completely making one before she started the other, she inked both out and then sat up. Aiko tucked one safely under the toe of her sandals to protect it from the wind. Then she drew her knees up to her chest and pressed the other one to the uncovered skin close to her heart, closed her eyes, and worked on infusing it with her chakra. No matter how much practice she got at this part, it seemed to be easier if she was in physical contact with the seal. (The closer to a large gate, the better).
It stopped accepting chakra with a shudder against her consciousness, so she blinked her eyes open sleepily and held the paper out to her shishou. "There's one," she yawned. Kakashi frowned down at her.
"Are they really so tiring? I didn't think…" he trailed off. Aiko shrugged, and answered the unspoken question honestly.
"I have no idea, it might just be me instead of the actual seal. But yes, this part wears me out."
He seemed to frown. "Can you make another one right away?"
"Oh yeah," she reassured him. "I've made up to four in a day before."
'Of course, I did end up in the hospital,' she reminded herself.
It was probably best not to share that part. It took a moment to gather her thoughts enough to ignore the persistent buzzing of the super-close seal in her shishou's hand. She hurried through the second seal, before anyone got bored enough to actually take a nap. Yamato didn't seem particularly thrilled when she'd glanced his way.
Kakashi must have noted the stutter that indicated she was done, because he gently tugged the paper out of her hands and exchanged it for a kunai with her first tag already on it before she'd even opened her eyes. "Once you've cleared your head, show Yamato your little trick, would you?"
She blinked the tiredness out of her eyes and managed a nod. "Of course." For a moment she just twirled the short knife between her fingers, coming back to the real world enough to pick a target. She almost wanted to play with Yamato by throwing it close to him, but that would be phenomenally stupid. He would probably reflexively move to bat it away, which would probably end with her getting cut up or knocked halfway across the clearing.
But on the other hand, she did want to showboat a little bit after he'd showed her up earlier. So instead, she tossed the seal-laden kunai directly up into the air, caught it and safely tucked it into her leg holster, and then gracefully flipped in the air twice before landing in a crouch.
'I should practice more of that,' Aiko silently decided as she fell. 'Is there any point in being this in-shape if I never pretend to be a gymnast?'
She desperately fought not to giggle at the slack expression on Yamato's face. It became easier when her shishou cuffed the back of her head. "Idiot," he muttered fondly while she yelped and jerked away. He cleared his throat. "Depressing, isn't it?" he addressed to Yamato.
Aiko furrowed her brow. "What?"
They ignored her. "A bit, yeah," Yamato agreed, sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck.
She rolled her eyes. 'Ugh, they suck sometimes. I bet even Karin would have been impressed by that. The Hiraishin is cool, even if I do have something better.' The thought gave her reason to be smug even when the boys were mocking her, but she didn't want to let them know she had something else up her sleeve. It might be useful later. So instead…
"Are you done pretending I'm not here yet?" she demanded crossly.
Kakashi blinked lazily at her, as if he didn't understand why she would be grumpy. "As I was saying. We're going to spar, and Aiko is only going to use Hiraishin and taijutsu. You two against me."
Yamato frowned. "How is that working on team dynamics?"
Both of his companions gave him dry looks. "Obviously, he already knows how to work around it," Aiko drawled. "Besides, what kind of help from me could he possibly need fighting you?" She glanced at him. "Maybe he'd be desperate enough for my help if he was fighting the Hokage or something, but I sort of doubt it." She paused contemplatively. "I guess I could be a decent meat-shield for a blow or two, but I'm not very big… contrary to someone's claims earlier." She shrugged. "I could protect you from a Kage from like, your hips down," Aiko drawled.
It was only a slight exaggeration. She hadn't grown in a little over a year. Doubtlessly, even stumpy little Naruto had surpassed her.
Her shishou looked mildly amused, despite her glare. "Moving on."
'Actually, I was going to have Yamato make all the stupid mistakes and learn from a distance.' He smiled slightly underneath his mask. Honestly, how would he have learned to work around Hiraishin? He'd barely been Jounin when he'd last worked with Minato sensei. He would have to have been in ANBU to keep up in that sort of fight.
It was sort of adorable that the two in front of him deified him to such ridiculous proportions, even after he bullied them and took their lunches. There was probably something severely wrong with both of them.
"I would recommend taijutsu for you as well, Yamato," he added idly as if he'd never trailed off. "It would be a shame if you skewered Aiko." The boy glanced nervously as their kunoichi, who was displaying her usual failure to worry about the possibility of bodily harm. It was probably the biggest personality trait that linked her to her brother, but he at least had a terrifying giant demon in his gut that would feed him chakra if he was in danger. Aiko was just somewhat lacking in common sense.
That, or she trusted entirely too much that he would keep her safe from anything. That possibility was a little unnerving, so he dismissed it.
Yamato pulled his hands slightly away from his side, as if itching to make hand signs. Aiko rolled her neck in that creepy, boneless way of hers (the kid was far too flexible, even for a ninja) and fiddled with the kunai in her hands. Kakashi tucked the kunai he'd attacked the other seal to away safely in his thigh pouch. Best not to have anything sharp out.
"Let's try Chuunin level taijutsu first." He blinked at his subordinates—and then leapt backwards, dodging Yamato's premature strike and the way Aiko immediately followed, tossing her knife to his left and reappearing with a fist readied.
'Well, that's already annoying,' he noted, making a water clone in the trees and switching places with it. When the other two rushed it, he dismissed the clone and let them knock into each other in their failed, uncoordinated attempts to rush him. He didn't bother to suppress his snicker. That did mean that a moment later both of them were barreling up the side of the tree.
When he had finally tired out both of his subordinates, (and they'd stopped humorously smacking into each other) Kakashi called a halt to the practice, eying their pale-faced kunoichi warily. She was controlling her breathing in a way that indicated she was carefully modulating it to get the most oxygen possible, but not panting. It was a bit odd. He'd seen her use the Hiraishin a good forty times, which seemed to indicate that she had been practicing with the technique on her own a fair bit. That would have to end.
"Aiko, I don't want you to practice with the Hiraishin alone. Understood?"
For a moment, it looked like she was going to protest, but she nodded in acquiesce. He let a hint of warning into his tone. "I'm serious. Don't think I haven't heard that you hospitalized yourself the first time you tried."
The girl flushed bright red.
'That wasn't exactly what she told me,' he thought mulishly, not for the first time. It was hard to deny that his apprentice was growing up rapidly— she was keeping her distance (Though he didn't miss the impromptu cuddles. Really), getting a girlfriend, making the ridiculous failure in judgment that somehow allowed her to think he wouldn't take basic investigation measures like cornering Tsunade in her office and demanding access to Aiko's confidential medical information…
The Hokage hadn't even argued, which he was both pleased and disappointed by. It was less fun to make himself a nuisance if no one blinked twice at it. In fact, she'd already had the papers with her.
(He'd always been prone to finding amusement at other people's expense, but taking on the tribute of emulating Obito had provided nearly endless, light-hearted ammunition that safely steered him away from his own adolescent cruelties. Obito had always been the better person).
Kami, Itachi disliked that man. For him, that was a very strong expression of emotion, even if he never managed to state it outside of his head.
A deep chuckle filled the air, and Kisame leaned against the wall. He eyed his partner. "You know, we are eventually going to have to do our real jobs," he pointed out.
Itachi didn't bother to answer. He knew perfectly well that Kisame was itching for a real fight by this point. He had been avoiding working on their assigned jinchuuriki, but they would eventually have to take care of that. They would also have to provide assistance to their comrades.
He found the idea incredibly distasteful, even beyond what he had already been forced to do for Akatsuki. At least missions re-funding the treasury were much like any mission he could have performed in Konoha. Extracting bijuu was an abominable prospect, especially since every one that Madara gained only put Konoha in more danger.
At least he'd apparently stopped caring about what Sasuke did or did not do in his free time. Itachi was quite happy to discard those plans.
"You know, I don't think Sasori will wait much longer," Kisame rumbled.
He was correct, of course. They had not been pushed to hurry their capture of the jinchuuriki because they did not yet have the number and strength of personnel to conclude the extractions necessary. It would have been a wasteful effort to capture them and then keep them under constant guard until Akatsuki numbered enough S-class criminals (who were, frankly speaking, in rather short supply). But now that they had a full ten…
Doubtless, they would be brought to task if they accomplished absolutely nothing. It would be easier to volunteer his assistance to Sasori's efforts than move against Konoha's jinchuuriki.
Besides, Itachi couldn't help but morbidly hope that the mere sight of him would one day throw Deidara into such a rage that he detonated Madara.
A man could dream.
Kiba fidgeted, thoroughly sick of being professional. It boggled the mind that his team had been chosen for such a diplomatically sensitive mission.
'I mean, I get why it has to be done, but I don't get why it has to be us,' he groused.
Kurenai-sensei aimed a gently admonishing look at him as if she could peer directly into his soul with those red eyes of hers. Maybe she could. He huffed and kicked at the dirt.
He could accept that it was great that there was this terrible grain famine in Rock country, but-
Kiba wrinkled his brow. It sounded bad when he put it that way, but it really did make sense.
Everyone seemed to forget that he wasn't actually stupid, but he had noticed the way everyone had been on edge in the last year or so. The older population had acted as war might break out at any minute if they breathed too loudly. The aggressors in that theoretical war always seemed to be Rock and Lightning, two of the few powerful shinobi nations that didn't have some sort of alliance with Konoha. It hadn't actually gotten that far, of course, and it was starting to look like it wouldn't. No nation would be stupid enough to start a war on their own.
Rock must have been very desperate to come to the Fire Country for relief with their famine. The countries were on notoriously bad terms, two decades after hostilities officially ended. Kiba lived in one of the most prosperous agricultural countries in the world- (which was by far the largest) he had never known the possible effects of a single bad year of crops firsthand.
But he had read all about it in the Academy. More than one war had been started over a few dozen miles of fertile land, even in the lower elevations more analogous to Konoha. A place like Rock, where the climate necessarily restricted the variety of foods they could produce, was much more susceptible to being extremely affected by minor climate or social changes.
He understood why it made sense for Konoha to defang Rock by providing aid at a cost. If they didn't, Rock would still have civilians starving in the streets. When diplomatic actions failed, they would have to do something to feed their populace, even if that meant starting an unwise war. Of course, by going to Fire Country for help, popular opinion should swing somewhat in Konoha's favor, which would make it harder for the Tsuchikage to justify making trouble.
'Still don't see why they'd want a tracker team,' he pouted.
The supply caravan moving through friendly Wind Country territory now was rather large- if he'd been the one staffing it, he would have provided them with much more back up. They had a team of chuunin at the back end, but that was it. Considering how important this mission supposedly was, it felt like a rip-off.
Okay, so maybe it made a little bit of sense to have a tracker team, if only because trackers were also sensors by nature. Between his hearing, Akamaru's nose, Shino's bugs, and Hinata's creepy eyes and creepy snakes, they would know if a chipmunk sneezed twenty miles away.
But still, he grumped. This mission totally sucked.
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Part 4! Of rereading Lore Olympus. Ep 31-40
Gotta be real I keep forgetting to post these even tho I'm reading them but it's fine. Obviously I won't finish before the end of the 2 week break (this Saturday) but after this I may start reviewing episodes as they come out, who knows. Last part:
Ep 31
Theres so many other reasons you shouldnt work together but ok
Also shes literally so smart right like thats canon
Artemis is cool hera,,,sometimes
Which two sons i wish i knew the lo family tree as opposed to the real one yknow
How do heras powers work she felt her pain but doesnt know who??
I would kill for a comprehensive list of family tree and powers, dont even have to spoil powers just please i get so confused
Ep 32
Train ur fuckin dogs hades i think ive said that before
He changed skin color again but like not just light vs dark thats a whole diff shade of blue
Hehe threaten low class workers so cute and quirky hades
Why is uh psyche/whatever her nymph name is wearing more traditional clothes while not in the mortal realm
Love the dog
Hades has a point, even tho it makes no sense for him to have said that
Ok also point out in the like future episode he wants persephone to call him Aidoneus but doesnt like when others do it why
Thats my same thing with him calling her Kore like i know in the future its like explained or whatever but idk
Aphrodite has a point it was a favor in a way
A dumb way but yknow
I remember everyone losing it over the “im only interested in the dead ones” panel but looking at it its so lame LMAO changed his entire face shape for a panel
Ep 33
HECATE HECATE WOOOO
Im but a simple man
Hades texts like an old man i know he is one but
Also i am dying to know how his business works including as the god of the underworld like. Give me something
Then again, maybe i am a lil dumb when it comes to this
I always thought he was giving the little elevator friend a sugarcube lmao
I like how minthes ears react to her emotions
Stop fighting at work omg this would be the worst place to work at
“Hey can u do ur job”
Ep 34
Why this subplot ugh
The crown floats yet is sideways after she hits him
Also haha hitting
Also their relationship does confuse me just a tad bit yknow
All the clues were there hades you dumbass
“Cancel all my meetings” DO YOUR JOB
“This doesnt affect you in the same way” cause hes a man or a king or both but also kings seemed to get treated the same by their subjects until they are dicks and excute their power
From what ive seen
Then again we havent seen poseidon do that but that brings me to the point of I wanna see poseidon realm
thats . so creepy hades ew
“Smth must be done about this” like fair legal action right?....right?
Who reads newspapers these days anyways wait a second
Ep 35
See the laptop having news makes more sense like sure we make newspapers but ppl dont use em as often
“Biochemistry Theory” fun fact I switched majors to specifically avoid taking chemistry
What are they typing he just started speaking
What type of nymph is thetis bc i know minthe is a river nymph but thetis has fancy ears
They are so mean to each other lmao
The financial situation and the fact that they both are like sleeping with the kings confuse me why do both of them do it.
Like retrospectively i understand it but when i first read it i was like “are nymphs supposed to be like hookers??” so i was lost for a bit
“Hades micromanages computer usage” oh what a shit boss
Also the meal ticket she has a job sure hades gave it to her but
Idk maybe im slow
What an awful way to do a heart shape i just tried it wtf
“Crying is for wives” damn
Yes body issues that dont get brought up again right? Like she all of a sudden gets bigger boobs and i dont think hades pays ppl enough for cosmetic surgery
You guys know this is a work setting
Has rachel ever had a job bc this feels like a comical trope seen on tv the workplace drama yknow
LMAO IN THE LAST PANEL RACHEL FORGOT TO GIVE HER NYMPH EARS
Like fully normal ears i know its a mistake but its funny
Ep 36
“Not my circus not my monkeys” queen
Hades is it not your circus how dont involve hecate in this
“Stop starin at me with them big ol eyes”
Oof that does not look good on you, i mean why didnt you give her the coat
“I thought you didnt get jealous” ok she may have said that but literally everything about her contradicts that
And i love this part bc he doesnt call her crazy and they talk, i mean he hides some of the truth which like fuck him, and then they try to talk about the party and
Ugh i know minthe is supposed to be an antagonist but rachel does this weird thing where she tries to flesh her out, then realizes it would be an easy set up for a redemption arc and screws her over again
I know the ppl in the mortal realm are generally frightened of hades but why are ppl in olympus
“I wouldnt expect anything less from a goddess” so we are going to bring in the racism/speciesism that occurs in this story right
Its the middle of the day isnt he supposed to be in the mortal realm moving the sun or some shit
Ep 37
“Last night” Rachel its ok to space things out sweetie
Ok ok so one thing i hate about her characterization of apollo is he goes from being delusional to knowing what he did was at least slightly wrong and i hate both are fine stories but pick one he either is so infatuated with persephone that he thinks that they had a great time or he wants her for her power
And! A transition from one to the other would be fine, but she goes back in forth in his characterization
Little red vines look cool
Hehe cerberus
How did he escape tho
I love that dog
Ep 38
Oh its the greenhouse again
But this time it represents the evil feeling?
Idk but i like eye symbolism im lame lol
Why was she sleeping in the chair
When did she get those clothes i dunno if eros would buy her business casual
Artemis really sees all the signs and then goes “meh”
Like points out the possible crush on persephone just connect the dots they are so close
Why is there not more than one door
Why is no one getting off
How does rachel think train stops work
Ep 39
Also not thatanos with an undercut lmao
Ope its thanatos i mixed it up
Also minthe you just actively arent doing a good job like lmao how are you not getting fired
Hades smoking a cigar is so old and gross tbh
What an awful boss
That man has a point dont stand infront of the door
She gave her a little flower nice
Minthe i know ur being spiteful, weird bc hades explained shes just the daughter of a friend( i know its a lie but still) but just do your job
“It says restricted access but that lady says it was fine” i would just wait until someone came out theres no reason to go inside
Ep 40
Why would they not have a lock on this place actually
Why wouldnt she just leave the way she came
When did hades put on his glasses
How is it hades fault what
So many questions yknow for such a short episode
Also does this place not have security cameras in places that are tartarus
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rollercoaster emoji that I can't find right now, 🌞💖💞👀
thanks love!! letting you perch on my head as i type this--
🎢 which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? had to go peruse my ao3 page to answer this. i think "me, myself," a supernatural episode tag, is probably still the biggest twist of any of my fics--i still get screaming comments about it--but probably other futures is my widest-ranging, hitting flashbacks from two timelines & a feverish compression of all my favorite tropes. then again, is it possible to call something that isn't the "terrible live-action reboot on the cw" au the wildest ride?
...i feel like this answer is cheating, somehow. i'm just not a very wild person. get me drunk & i'll show you a wild ride, winking emoji.
🌞do you have a preferred time of day to write? there's no relief like hitting your aspirational wordcount in the morning and then realizing you don't have to write for the rest of the day. i've only managed to do it once, but it was glorious. which is to say that, as with being a morning person, preferred is not the same as usual sdkjfdhf
💖what made you start writing? probably wanting to become a Seminal Author Of Young People? wait. wait, i think it was jealousy that flavia bujour & amelia atwater-rhodes had published novels when they were in the early teens and my talent was going totally unacknowledged outside of getting complimented for understanding meter as a fourth grader. or--actually--maybe it was that even before the rise of the video format i fucking hated the video format and wanted to be able to experience my favorite digimon episode without actually having to watch it, so i started writing a. what do you call a novelization when it's not a novel.
all of these explanations make me sound insane.
💞who's your comfort character? i don't even know how you're supposed to interact with a comfort character. i guess if you see them getting nice things you feel like you, also, are getting nice things? in which case erik may be my anti-comfort character, in that when terrible things are happening to him i feel like i am getting nice things. okay, i think it's erik, but the only nice things i want are adoring remarks from charles's inner monologue.
👀talk about an up-and-coming wip. UGH you know everything i'm writing. i DO need to re-evaluate what i want to work on for the near future and there might be a surprise for you in there, but i haven't done it yet, so i'm just going to talk about the herbology au.
for the rest of you who don't live in my wip note, my research materials included deatra cohen's ashkenazi herbalism and so very many flower language manuals. keywords: magical realism, contemporary, healing from grief, character study (lucky for me, as i was just complaining that i don't write the sort of thoughtful, introspective fics that i used to). i worry about its length but hopefully i'll get it out before the end of the year, if i can stop making mean posts about other people's bad takes on poetry.
if you're interested in more about my writing, drop me an emoji! i'm here all day (derogatory)
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Yay, an emoji ask! :D
❌ What's a trope you will never write?
I'm not a fan of absolutes (never say never!), but I guess coffee shop might be one? I get it, I do. You can write a disseration on someone by the coffee they drink. But you can do that based on the books they buy or the pet they adopt or the car they buy. I guess it's a good character study set-up, but it's also so overdone now that it hurts.
I also just don't get the appeal of A/B/O. Maybe I'm just old.
👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
So, I got back into writing last year after an eight-year slump, and I'm currently in a "finish all the abandoned fics!!!" phase. I've successfully finished a PotC fic I left hanging on Chapter 20/25, and I'm currently trying to finish The Time Circuits Series (I left that one hanging on the next-to-last chapter of Part I and I'm now over halfway done with Part III! It's due to be finished in November!). I'm debating if I should finish a National Treasure fic I haven't touched in 13 years, too.
BUT, naturally, I've got plot bunnies, especially after McFly July. I kind of want to flesh out the end of Part 2 if Biff had escaped the manure and chased Marty down. That would likely just be a sick-fic type where Marty stays with Doc while he recovers and they ready the DeLorean for him to go back and save Doc in 1885. That'd be a few chapters long at most.
Some readers of my Time Circuits Series want a few post-series snapshots featuring Doc, Marty, and Emma, and I'm considering a few ideas. But I won't be attempting to write the game or anything.
Also, I found an old Gilligan's Island short story I was apparently writing on a flash drive from the mid-2000s? I'm moderately invested in finishing it just because that show was a childhood favorite.
🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?
Is it weird that I've never really paid attention to this?
Looking at my body of work, I tend to write a lot of drama or humor. I aspire to write something that packs an emotional punch but is sprinkled with humor. I am either trying to channel the excellence of storytelling in Breaking Bad or the simplistic levity and heart of Gilligan's Island.
I would say I struggle to write more physically explicit content. I've tried. And, because sex sells, I could drop it into any story and watch my hits shoot up, but I've yet to want to tell a story where that kind of intimacy plays a starring role. But I don't feel like I struggle with romance because, to me, romance is a compilation of the little day-to-day moments, gestures, and conversations people share. I've alluded to explicit intimacy and cut scenes short before it gets too hot and heavy, but getting between the sheets isn't my forte. Smut! I struggle to write smut.
And action sequences? Ugh, the choreography! I have to act it all out! But they are fun to include. Physical fights are hard for me.
(Maybe just anything really physical is difficult for me?? I think I'm having an epiphany...)
Thank you so much for the ask! I loved answering your questions!! :D
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hihi!! popping in one last time to add that you're all wonderful and i appreciate you very much, and say thank you for celebrating my birthday with me ❤️❤️
#feeling soft in the aftermath of my birthday#also i typed that as aftermatch for some reason and thats weird cause its a WHOLE extra letter from a different part of the keyboard smh#ok thats unnecessary to get into rn#i needsleep i've GOT to be productive tomorrow i haven't done a thing since the beginning of the year this is awesome examples im setting x#ok OK MORE RAMBLING AVERTED TO GET TO THE POINT#you folks really made this birthday one of my best ones#and it's really weird because i neither got to see my sister nor meet with my friends but i still ended up having a fantastic time#got some really sweet gifts and some really funny ones. had some REALLY great conversations. felt sorta floaty the entire time too#and it started with a zoom call of my irl frens and ended with me spam posting on tumblr so SCORE tbh#ooooaky i'm done rambling pt.3#point is a. stop being nice to me i can and will melt cause my resistance is extremely weak rn y'all wore it off ugh ily#b. if you see me around here too much tomorrow feel free to yell cause i'll def be ✨ procrastinating ✨ on school stuff#c. HAVE A GREAT DAY#remember ily and take care!!#aaanyways going to bed as a seventeen year old with my inbox empty of birthday wishes#is a nice and satisfying feeling#somebody shut me up before i hit the tag limit on what is essentially a conclusive-y goodnight post#shey rambles#birthday things
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8.13, Everybody Hates Hitler.
So, we've finally reached the point in the season where the new plot arc has finally been established, the current mental state of each of the characters has been divulged, and yet there hasn't seemed to be a true Big Bad emerge yet...
Yes, we have Crowley hassling Kevin and the Winchesters over the Demon Tablet, *we* know that additionally there is an Angel Tablet out there lurking in the hazy future (but the Winchesters do not yet), and we have Naomi using Cas like a puppet to do murder before snatching him back off the playing field in 8.10. But who, really, is the Big Bad here? To this point, it SEEMS like a good idea to use the knowledge Kevin is prying out of the demon tablet to learn how to slam the gates of Hell, but honestly... WHAT GOOD HAS EVER COME FROM MESSING WITH THE NATURAL ORDER?!
(honestly if it were me faced with the tablets, I would've ground them into sand, mixed them into batches of concrete all over the world, and scattered them so thinly they'd never be found no matter how many prophets or angels or demons go hunting for them)
But let's backburner that for when it will become relevant again (like, in the next episode, but I just wanted that laid out for context here). Let's look at the pointed context we get for things made out of clay and given unimaginable power by WORDS they contain.
The Golem.
AARON When I was – when I was bar mitzvahed, my – my grandfather gave me this little old book. It was in Hebrew. It was like an owner's manual for a Golem.
DEAN Okay. Great. Get that, then.
AARON I – I can't, exactly. When I went to high school, I sort of... drifted. I started getting off the academic track, and, uh, I kind of, um... I kind of smoked it.
GOLEM The boy smoked the pages.
AARON They were these thin, vellum-y pages. I mean, it was perfect for rolling. Look, they were driving instructions for a clay man. Okay? It was nonsense. Right? I mean… I... Okay. All right. Look, I'm sorry, okay? Why can't you just tell me what I don't know?!
GOLEM [slamming his hands onto the table and leaning over it] It's not my place to guide the rabbi, to teach the teacher! It's not my place! Yifalchunbee!
He smoked the "driving instructions for a clay man." And now he's got a clay man he's sort of intuitively "reading" and "operating," but no real idea what he's doing with it. Sam and Dean are not comforted by this fact, considering the obvious potential danger the golem potentially poses without the understanding and knowledge to implement his power, you know? Without that knowledge, Aaron's basically flying by the seat of his pants, hoping this magically powered hunk of clay is A Good Thing and not A Dangerous Thing...
Sorta like the Demon Tablet, right? Just a magical bit of clay, powered by word, with no instruction manual and just assumptions and hopes they're interpreting it correctly. There's no warning labels, no explanations, just the Word.
AARON So, that's your plan – taking out my Golem?
SAM It's not a plan.
DEAN We would just feel a lot better if we knew how. That's all.
AARON What makes you think you have any right to make that decision?
DEAN Believe me, if we need the right, we will take it.
AARON Look, he may be a pain in the ass, but he's my responsibility.
SAM Look, the Golem was built to go to war. You're not trained for that. How are you gonna take that on?
AARON I don't know.
Lots of unanswered questions. Unanswered BIG questions. Questions that one should really know the answers to before deciding to "take that right" to make unilateral decisions over things, you know? Like they've taken the right to decide to shut the gates of Hell, because on the surface (pffft) it sounds like a really good thing to do. What could go wrong with locking away demons forever, right? Demons have been fucking over Winchesters as long as they've been alive, and what a perfect way to get a lifetime worth of revenge and ensure the safety of the world, right?
More on that as the rest of the season unfolds, but we need to talk about the other half of this episode. The Bunker. The legacy that now belongs to Sam and Dean, and handed to them in the form of a Key, described as not only a secure building warded against every evil, but also a storehouse of every bit of lore encompassing thousands of years. Safety, home, comfort, knowledge, strength... it's everything they could've wished for, you know? Hewn from earth and filled with words... possibly too many words to ever read and understand them all.
But this is a revelation of a legacy for them to have discovered. Sam is fascinated by what makes it work. He can't figure out how they have water pressure or electricity, and yet they do... He wants to understand this building for what it is, while Dean takes immediately to just experiencing it. He literally makes himself at home, exploring it for its resources and claiming them as his own (from wearing the dead guy robe and slippers to casually playing with a sword on display). Sam needs to understand the place before he can allow himself to feel comfortable there, but Dean just... feels comfortable there. (which we'll also see first-hand in the next episode only to have it all stood on its head... so keep this in mind).
So we have Dean just... casually accepting things and saying them out loud without shame:
Dean: The, uh, water pressure in the Letters' shower room is marvelous.
Dean: That's weird. I thought I was being followed earlier. Turned out to be a gay thing.
Sam: What?
Dean: Nothing. You need a hand?
Dean: Sammy, I think we found the Batcave.
But Sam sees it in a different way, and doesn't even understand that they're still effectively seeing the same thing, but from different perspectives:
SAM Yeah. I still can't figure out how we even have water... or electricity. [He walks to the shelves to get another book.]
DEAN Yep, well, I am putting that under the "ain't broke" column.
SAM Look at this. Ham radio, telegraph, switchboard. This was their nerve center.
Sam: Dean, look, I think we might have something here – something that could help us, help humanity. Henry certainly thought so. I mean, you know damn well we could use a break. What if we finally got one? Are you gonna take off the dead-guy robe?
And by the end of the episode, they've both begun to settle in, despite their different approaches to what that means:
DEAN What're you doing?
DEAN opens the refrigerator as SAM sits down.
SAM Ordering – I'm making a, uh, card entry for our, uh, copies from the Thule's red ledger for our collection.
Yeah, Dean's already installed a small fridge for drinks in the library, already putting his own stamp on the place and making it his own, but in his different way, Sam is also doing the same by putting his mark on the place with an official entry card for the filing system. (Yeah, Dean puts the beer back and instead pours them each some whiskey from a fancy bottle into some fancy glasses, but while Sam studiously works at the table, Dean reclines with his feet up on the table... their two different approaches in one nice image).
That can't possibly last...
The final bit of the whole “legacy” theme-- that the bunker is now a concrete (pffft) part of her family history through the Winchester side-- is one of the first mentions of Mary in a long time:
AARON: Take a seat. So... your grandfather was into all this supernatural stuff, too?
DEAN Yeah, grandparents, mom, dad, truckload of cousins – the whole family was lousy for it, but we... [he looks at the GOLEM, which is still pacing] never had a Golem.
SAM : Right. Yeah. We, um, we grew up in it, but you... didn't?
as I go to post this, I remember what the final song playing as the episode ends, “Sunny side of the street,” and recalled a tweet I saw this morning regarding the horrific heat wave we’re experiencing rn: Who the HELL wants to walk on the sunny side of the street?! Stay in the shade...
#spn 8.13#s14 hellatus rewatch#sam sympathizes and dean empathizes#it's spirals all the way down#hubris is bad#heh i knew i'd need that tag again sooner than later...#spiders georg of the tnt loop#ugh i hit post before I was done typing... this is what i get for trying to eat pudding and type at the same time :P
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Part one. Master list for plus one can be found here.
Just a nice fic I decided to write for fun. Please enjoy!
Asshole!
He was nothing but a huge, giant fucking ASSHOLE for the entire two years the two of you were dating and he decides NOW is a good time to break up with you?
Two days before your cousin's wedding and over TEXT MESSAGE?!
That fucking asshole.
He knew how you felt. Exactly how you felt about going alone to your cousin's wedding after your family begged to meet your boyfriend and teased you for "probably making him up." Which hell, he may as well have been made up considering how absent he was in the relationship. Using work as an excuse to come home late but forgetting to turn off his snap location when he showed up at the bar.
So you did what any rational woman in her upper twenties would do.
You drowned your sorrows in booze, tonight red wine as it was the only thing around, and you scrolled through your socials in hopes of distracting yourself from your suffering.
Alas the devil that is Instagram only amplified your sadness and irritation. Showing couple after couple, your friends on hikes kissing on the mountain top, kissing in the flickering light of candles at a fancy dinner or, worst yet, getting proposed to. The video showing her in hysterics screaming, "YES I DO I DO!"
And it feels terrible to feel this way. Especially about your friends, the people you love and want to support, still it stings. You hadn't told anyone about the breakup, you weren't even sure your friends even remembered that asshole's name.
A teardrop lands on your screen, magnifying all the magical lights of the led beneath the glad. You wipe away the tear and with that the feed refreshes. A new post has come in at the top, Res Riot's official account.
Kirishima stands with a fat white cat in his arms. He dwarfs the animal with his large stature that looks larger as he still has his Red Riot gear on. The caption reads something along the lines of "missed my precious baby."
Red wine is a dangerous thing as your body acts on its own. You go to his page to hit the little arrow to DM him. Typing out and backspacing your message as you struggle from the booze, you decide to say fuck it and use the voice memo feature. Before you know it your sniffling voice is playing back to you after you've hit send.
"My ex broke up with me before this stupid wedding. It's in two days and my family is going to roast me big time when I show up alone. They think I made that asshole up. I don't know why I'm even in your dms. Your account is probably run by some dick head who can't even capture your kindness. I guess I'm here cause my first thought seeing you on my timeline was Red Riot has always been my hero…"
Ugh totally fucking cringe.
There is no surprise as you see the three normally ominous dots pop up, probably his social media manager about to ask you to stop your "advances" as Kirishima is too busy to date and he'd hate to block you or some other bullshit.
But there it is a surprise to see a little bubble with the play button and some vertical lines in various heights. It takes your sluggish brain a moment to realize you've been sent a voice memo. Odd. Your thumb smashes the screen faster than you can think and a deep voice rumbles through the speakers of your phone.
"Actually I run my official and personal socials. And I'm sorry to hear about your ex doll. He sounds like a real ass. I'll be your hero, I'll go with you to the wedding."
Your heart stutters, no way, no way in HELL this was Red Riot. You had read about the horror stories before or pervy account managers taking advantage of women who so desperately wanted to talk to their hero.
Hell, it's happened to Dynamight plenty of times.
You swallow quickly but the bile rushes up your throat. Not just from the anxiety of a possible con but from drinking an entire bottle of wine with nothing on your stomach after months of sobriety. Quickly you stumble to the bathroom, abandoning your phone on your bed. You barely make it in time to praise the porcelain Gods before you fall onto your back. Looking up at the light in your cramped bathroom, the orb doubles and spins as you feel the Earth turning on its axis. You curl into your side using your bathmat as a pillow as you drift off into sleep, totally forgetting about the voice memo on your phone.
As you sleep peacefully on your memory foam bath rug, Kirishima settles into his nightly routine. One giant hand grabbing strands of long dark red hair into a towel while another sits snugly around his Adonis belt and the thick, black happy trail that follows up the center of his abs before spreading out onto his chest. He tosses the towel over the open door of the bathroom before sitting in his favorite armchair with phone in hand. Diamond, his beautiful white cat he rescued a few years ago, jumps onto the arm of the chair, purring loudly when Kirishima's free hand scratches her ears absentmindedly.
He chuckles to himself as he realizes exactly what he's done. Acting on a feeling instead of logic all because he heard a "damsel in distress." Starting off his rare vacation with spontaneity starting with an impromptu date with a stranger. He really isn't sure what you look like and it's obvious your handle doesn't have your real name in it, just PrincessPeach with some random numbers at the end. He takes the time to scroll through your profile. Seeing pictures of food, of many sunsets, a friend's dog that guest appears often, your own cat and plenty of strays.
It takes him a while before he sees a photo of you. His heart stutters in his chest as he looks you over. Laughing with a friend, soft lighting from strings over head that blur like little fireflies. Your smile is wide, half hidden by your hands as your eyes seem to smile with you. Sparkling as if they held stars.
For a moment Kirishima forgets how to breathe, it isn't until Diamond jumps down from the armchair does he inhale. He smiles softly to himself before he drops his towel, puts his phone on charge and promptly falls asleep in his bed.
Kirishima rises before the sun even has a chance to filter through his blinds. He sighs softly, getting up to a sitting position disturbing a fluffy white ball that lays beside him.
"Mmrow." Moon stone eyes blink slowly as they look at the mountainous man hogging the bed.
"I didn't mean to wake you sweet baby." He says softly, going to pet the soft white fur only for her to get up stretch and give him her butt before plopping back down.
"I know, mean ol' daddy woke you up too early again." He says softly, his hand falling onto her back before he rises from the bed. Fishing for his running shorts, socks, headphones and shoes. He makes his protein shake, leaning on the counter as he drinks it, looking at how you read, or better yet, listened to his message but still no reply. It was late and there was a small slurring of your words, he figures you've passed out. He just hopes you're okay.
His run goes as usual, up before anyone else unless they were the normal avid runner. Passing by the usual array of people. An old man holding onto his youth by jogging through his daily five mile morning run, Kirishima knows he runs another five in the evening while the sun is setting. He hopes he can embody some of this man's commitment when he is older. Then he passes a middle aged woman, who gives him the biggest smile as she pases, jogging backward to send him a wink before plowing ahead. Occasionally he'll see a running group or a few teens training to be heroes, they always ask if they can run his route. "It's long." He always warns in a kind, warm voice. They assure him they will be fine so far only one other person could handle his 12 mile morning run. A young woman in her second year of hero courses at UA. Since then Kirishima put in a word with his boss and so every time internships roll around she's in the office.
By the time Kirishima is rounding back towards his high rise apartment, the city begins to stir. Slowly waking as men and women in business suits rush towards the train, parents flinging open the doors or curtains fussing at their children who cling to an extra few minutes of sleep before school.
This was always his favorite part of the run, not because it was almost over, oh no it was because he had a chance to glimpse at everyday life. Of nine to fives, of school hours and after school hangs outs at snack bars or the library.
What most would call the mundane but Kirishima would never call it that. It's why he worked so hard to protect it.
Diamond greets his sweaty form at the door. Glaring angrily with her moon stone eyes. Tail swishing before she goes to the kitchen by her bowl. Waiting impatiently.
"I'm not late, sweet cheeks." He coos, and she glares, "I know I know. You're hungry now."
He opens the fridge, gets out the highest quality food there is and places it on her dish, sure to keep it all in the middle or she'll claim her bowl was empty. He added a splash of water too since the weather was starting to get hot.
He sucks down a water or two, demolishes a protein bar and then heads to the apartment gym.
A few hours roll by and without hearing from you yet his worry over your well being begins to cloud the forefront of his mind. He pauses his music, picks up his phone and talks out a voice memo.
A loud DING echoes from your room and around your skull as you rise with a throbbing headache.
"Fuck." You hiss to yourself grabbing at your head as you shakily rise to your feet. Yanking the handle of the faucet to drink from the stream before looking at yourself in the mirror.
"Ugh." You grunt ignoring your swollen face and eyes, yanking the mirror door open to snatch at the bottle of aspirin. Swallowing THREE extra strength pills before slamming the door shut and turning off the faucet. You make your way towards your bedroom, more than ready to sleep the rest of your day away. Grabbing at your phone to charge it you see the push notification of an Instagram message from Red Riot.
The fucking Red Riot.
Internally you scream before it bubbles up your throat and escapes. You fumble to unlock your phone before looking that it's a voice memo.
Mortified you realize you sent one too. And first at that.
"Fuck MEEE!" You plop onto the bed. Nervous this second voice memo is probably about how you're a weirdo or something as you relive the memory of asking him to be your plus one.
Hesitantly your thumb hovers over the play button before you find the strength to press the cool glass. A soft thunderous voice plays out.
"Good morning sleepy head. I haven't heard from you yet, I hope you're okay. Be sure to drink some water and eat something greasy. Trust me, late nights with Denki and Bakugou taught me something. Since the wedding is tomorrow I'll need a picture of your dress for the color and style so I can match you Sweet pea. Contact me soon so I can know where to pick you up."
Did he… did he just call you SWEET PEA? Your heart pounds in your chest before it registers he's asked for your dress color and lowkey asked for your address. This couldn't be real. It sounded like Kirishima, his voice familiar from interviews you've watched but it very well could be a prank. Defeated you hit the small microphone and reply.
Kirishima hears a sharp DING in his headphones over his music as he finishes his set. He wipes the sweat from his face on his shirt giving the few people in the gym a lovely view of his sweaty and thick torso. One woman trips on the treadmill but it goes unnoticed by Kirishima. He pauses his music and hits play on the little memo. Your beautiful yet groggy voice comes in through his ear buds causing Kirishima to bite his lip. It causes such a flutter of butterflies in his stomach he has to listen a second time to actually hear what you said. Although he understand, he cannot help but feel hurt by your reply.
"How do I know you're not just some pervy guy using Kirishima's Godly looks to prey on unsuspecting people."
Your phone chirps at you from the bed stand and you growl reaching for it. You had hoped your message would have been clear. An unspoken of you know they're a fucking creep taking advantage of their PR job.
"What can I do to prove it to you, Sweet Pea?"
You hate how that cute nickname sends your heart into a somersault and your stomach in delightful knots. Still your doubt pulls a harsh tut from your lips before you reply.
Kirishima doesn't need his phone to alert him that you've messaged him, he's been looking at his screen for far to long without having to restart his set. He listens to your voice as if it were music.
"Fine, you wanna prove it to me so bad. Take a picture of yourself shirtless with the word 'Sweet pea' you love so much and send it to me. No photoshop I know what my favorite hero looks like!"
For over an hour you don't hear back and you figure you showed that perv.
But now you can't sleep so you nurse a water, door dash a "greasy" breakfast all before cranking your shower as high as it can go. Your phone dings and you try to ignore it. You really do but as the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. Opening the message you see a classic guy mirror selfie. Kirishima is clear as day in the photo, his large hand pointing to his bare, hairy chest where sweat pea is scrawled in his adorable handwriting. He winks at the camera as his kissable lips wear a dangerous, almost cocky eyes travel down his bulk following his happy trail that dives under a pair of black shorts, the best part of the view getting cut off by the vanity. At first you try to rationalize that this was fake but damning evidence was sitting on the vanity. A fluffy white cat in a diamond and ruby encrusted collar sits on the counter giving her owner an odd look.
His cat Diamond that everyone knows he loves and adores. Slick begins to collect between your thighs and especially so after you listen to the voice memo that comes through shortly after. His normally friendly and soft voice comes out a bit dark, husky as he says in a playfully annoyed tone.
"Now send me a picture of that dress, Sweet Pea."
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Ugh I guess my boyfriend saw what I was typing when I was writing my earlier post. He's been reading my book so he knows the terms "splitting, idealizing and devaluing". He doesn't understand what he's doing wrong to have me splitting on him every day. Today he came home from work and he just seemed upset. I was cleaning and because of my past trauma I was paranoid that he was mad at me for cleaning later instead of earlier. The bed was messy and I know he doesn't like a messy bed so I went and made the bed when I finished cleaning the kitchen. He still seemed upset when I finished cleaning and he was settling into bed to relax. He put on a movie, which he usually asks if I wanna watch a movie. So I assumed because of previous conversations that he wanted to have some "me time". I kept my headphones on and jammed to music while I scrolled through Facebook on the hunt for funny memes and then I wrote on here. Well after an hour he finally confronted me and asked me what's wrong. Turns out we both thought we were mad at eachother. He was mad at the roommates because he came home and saw me cleaning while they were sitting on their ass. He gets irritated because they are so lazy and messy. But I just assumed it was about me because my ex fiance would give me so much shit about cleaning. And my family. If I cleaned later in the day they get mad. It had to be done by the time they get home from work or I'm in trouble. So I panicked when I saw he was in a bad mood while I'm cleaning and not done before he was home from work. Even though he's never set that kind of rule. He keeps saying "I'm not your ex". I know he's not the people who have previously caused me trauma in my life. I still have the triggers. I still have the fear. So yes. I saw you were angry. And what I've learned in order to survive all these years is to not confront a man when they are mad. Do not talk to them when they are mad. This is how you either get your ass beat or emotionally abused. He says he won't hit me. I believe him. My brain doesn't. We argued. Again. He says this could have all been avoided if I just asked if he was mad at me. I told him it's scary. I just can't be around an angry man. I can't. Even if the man isn't even angry at me. Being around an angry man sends me into a fight or fight response. I'm tense, watching your hands, your movements, waiting to get hit or screamed at. I haven't been able to work through any of my traumas with my therapist because of covid. I don't know what do do about any of this. I want this to work so badly but I'm falling apart.
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