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arasei · 3 years ago

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Halloo halloooo! I checked your old fic recs and I’m now reading Little Hell by Countingcrows (currently at chapt. 9), and I’m loving it soo soo muchh so farr! It haven’t updated in a long while though. Will it ever update again, I wonder? :((

That said, do you, by any chance, have more okikagu— or just gen gintama— fic reqs?

Ps. I have been binge watching your fics and now at Hotel Del Sol. You mentioned writing about the mafia AU multi-fic in there, so I’m soo soo very excited to read it next!! ♡

Hello!!! It's awesome to see there are still plenty of okikagu readers out there, thank you for keeping us authors going! I can't wait for you to begin reading the mafia au, I'm very excited about the story 🤭 I hope you enjoy Hotel Del Sol!

I actually still chat with CountingCrows to this day haha, she was very happy to hear your praise but she told me to relay to you that she's a sagittarius and therefore terrible when it comes to commitments hfkbgdmd (I, however, am an aries and am nothing if not persuasive; I don't wanna get your hopes up, but 2022 may finally be the year of Little Hell's return 👀)

As for recs, I have plenty to go around!

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OKIKAGU FICS

Not sure how old you are, but some of these fics lean or the mature side of things (smut, death etc) so be warned 👀

Innocence and Darkness by blunderingcloudwalk (18+)

One night is all it takes to turn their worlds upside-down.

This fic is sooooo well written, the first few chapters hurt a LOT cuz of all the angst but I promise you it gets better. The latest chapter was super fluffy and sweet, I can't wait to read more from this author!

I choose to be happy by onefortheluna

When he'd collapsed in that alley way, he'd really thought it was finally his time. All these images, these memories, they started flashing before his eyes.

He was sure if he called for help someone would hear and come. If he forced himself to he could get himself to stand and drag himself out of the darkness.

Instead, he stayed there. He's realizing that he's actually been waiting for this moment to come. And now that it's here, he won't let it slip out of his hands.

Yeah, may be he silently did pray for this every day of his life. An escape. A get away. Anything that would take him to his sister.

He's a jerk. He's an ass. He's a piece of shit. Selfish and cruel and a coward and he deserves to die alone.

She's staring at her lap, and he stares at her back. When she speaks, he can barely hear her. She says he's sick. Her voice is so small.

Is it something serious.

She doesn't answer. It can be treated, is what she says.

What is it?

Cancer.

He pauses. Oh.

Yeah. His sister had cancer too.

I haven't finished this fic yet but it's been on my to do list for a LONG time, it provides great insight into Sougo's character and I remember reading it at 1am and crying real bad, it was so so good 😭

Killer by Advocaat (18+)

In the glamorous, perfumed pleasure paradise of Yoshiwara, a discreet nighttime killer has sunk their fangs. Girls are being murdered in their futons and Hinowa and Tsukuyo determine that the only way to lure out the perpetrator is to dangle a bait he can't resist.

Enter: Kagura

AAAAAAAA this fic is truly one of a kind, so much mystery and drama, and it's written so well! The pacing is fantastic and the plot easily draws you in! The only problem is that the author hasn't updated in a while which is a shame since the story was getting so good. I'd still recommend reading it tho, you never know when they might suddenly come back haha

Lacuna by aruminiumu (18+)

The Shinsengumi are investigating a series of kidnappings all throughout Edo, the severity of which necessitates unorthodox alliances with partners both willing and unwilling alike.

Sougo struggles to play nice with others; Kagura gets caught up in others' messes. Everything is different and nothing has changed.

I read this one a while back so I don't remember much of it (I also don't remember if I finished it hfrhtjdm) but it was super funny, and the plot was interesting! Kamui is also a major character which is always fun 😉

Captain Goes Down with the Ship by aruminiumu

Series of random, unrelated interactions between and around Sougo and Kagura.

Story tones and styles will depend on my mood, so hopefully there’s a bit of something for everyone.

Another fic by the author of Lacuna, they have such great humour. I read this one last year so again, I don't remember much about it (sorry aruminiumu hhhgg), but as mentioned in the summary, it's a collection of funny short stories rather than one overarching plot.

Kids Will Be Kids by Kingfishers_game

"Something was wrong. Abuto had known his commander quite a long time, and over the years, he’d become attuned to Kamui’s different expressions. It could be difficult to discern actual thoughts from the commander’s face, given that he was almost always smiling, but Abuto thought he'd become fairly adept at it.

And now he knew something was wrong, because Kamui was beaming like a kid on Christmas morning."

...

A recipe for disaster with three ingredients:

1) a police officer with a sadistic streak

2) a bloodthirsty space pirate

3) the only thing in the entire universe that can get them on the same side—a girl. Of course.

This fic hasn't updated since 2020 which is a travesty because it was crazy good 😭😭😭 I'm not sure where the author went, but I hope they're okay. If you don't want to read an unfinished fic, they have other okkg shorts that you can check out!

A Seasonal Affair by purple_umbrella

Winning her over had nothing to do with flowers, dinners by candlelight, or whispered affections. He only kept barreling into her life to harass her. There wasn’t ever a chance she’d fall for anyone else, really.

I read this one years ago, it was rlly cute! Yet another author with plenty of okkg fics to go around, so do check those out as well 😌

Change of Plans by Saffyyy

Becoming his wife is definitely not something she would have ever expected, but she gets used to it.

Came across this one while looking for fics to rec, it's super cute! This author actually writes a LOT of domestic okkg, I highly recommend browsing their other works if you ever run out of stuff to read

Nothing by passivagrestiv

A warning dies in his throat as the wine comically spills on her face.

“Fuck,” she sputters and then blows her stinging nose furiously.

“Serves you right,” he sniggers.

(For Sougo, there's nothing like doing nothing with her.)

More! Domestic!! Okikagu!!! This fic was soooo cute, I think it's meant to be set in covid times since they're living together in quarantine, and their daily shenanigans are so sweet.

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GENERAL FICS

Schoolyard Children by unidentifiedpie

"You're a wizard. Didn't you read the letter?"

(Shouyou tries to invite Gintoki to Hogwarts. Before he can get a word out, Gintoki tries to shoot him. Things don't get much better from there.

Or: Hogwarts AU in which the joui four are wizards, Shouyou is the headmaster, and Otose is very done with it all.)

This fic lives in my mind rent free. I hate that it only has one chapter, but it's so good 😭

Antigravity by unidentifiedpie

Six months after the world ends, a samurai and a little girl walk into a bar.

The Joui war was cut short on account of the Earth being blown up. In an unnoticed corner of the universe, Otose watches a seventeen year old Gintoki attempt to raise a four year old Kagura.

Dadtoki. That's it, that's the fic. This one was also written by unidentifiedpie, who is an amazing author. I actually recommend all of their fics because they're all very introspective (not to mention beautifully written), but I'm especially singling out these two because of how deep of an impression they left on me

Pandemonium by Xparrot

The Yorozuya trio gets an unexpected reward. They really should've checked their daily horoscope before accepting: Beware of old women bearing gifts, don't count your lizards before they're hatched, and be careful when life seems too good to be true, because it might be a sign that everything is soon going to go very, very badly.

I never finished this one, but it's very popular in the Gintama community. Let me know your thoughts on this one if you end up giving it a go because I genuinely don't remember much about it.

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Aaaaand that's it! Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of general recs and I'm sure I've missed plenty of good fics, so if anybody wants to recommend others in the comments, pls feel free to jump in and add to the list!

#gintama #okikagu #okita sougo #kagura #okita x kagura #fanfic

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missblissy · 3 years ago

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Glad you're back!! Miss you! I see about your post, can I have some modern AU maybe of Human! Alastor x reader going to an aquarium? Maybe a cute date? Haha thx amazing to have you again

(( QwQ/ It's good to be back! And I would be honored to do that. I had a lot of fun with this. I hope you enjoy!!))

It was hinted with salt filling the air. Misty and warm, the summer sea winds rolled off the coast and into your hair. The Long Island sound was picture perfect, just as you remember in your childhood dreams. You were staying in a quaint little town your familly use to visiting summer after summer when you were a child. And it was the perfect place for you to bring yourself on a long over due vacation. Work had been too much to handle this past year, and now you could spend the next week relaxing on the soft sandy coastal beaches of Long Island.

However today you had plans to take the ferry across the sound to the aquarium. Sure... you were going by yourself but... So what. You didn’t particularly have many friends, nor a partner in your life. But so what? You were an introvert natrually and a social gathering over five people where never your thing.

You had just made it to the ferry docks. As always, you were fifteen minutes early. You couldn’t bear to be late, especially since you considered “on-time” to be late. You were sitting on a public bench facing the sound. Dozens of other people have started to gather around the same place as you. You were just about to take one of your favorite books out of our bag when someone approached you.

“Do you mind if I sit?” You saw a man standing before you. He had a pleasant smile. A soft one that just barely met his eyes. You took one second too long to peer at him.

“Uh-...” You tore your gaze from his soft brown hair and to his polished shoes. They were out of style yet he somehow managed to pull it off, “Yea-.. I mean no...! Help yourself.” You tried to return his smile but you were far more awkward about it. This man had some strange sense of fashion. He looked oddly in place, however, he seemed like he was trying to live in a time long since past.

“Are you waiting for the ferry too?” He asked, making simple conversation to fill the void of silence.

You glanced at him quickly a second time and made a nervous little laugh. His dark complexion matched his brown eyes hidden behind perfectly circular glasses, “Oh... yes.” You remember you had your ticket in your hand, “It shouldn't be much longer until it arrives,”

The stranger nodded his head slowly, “Have you ever been on a ferry before?” You nodded your head to his question, “Ah, first time for me. They don’t have ferries where I’m from.” He said with a cool expression.

He seemed chatty for a stranger. Most of the time when strangers tried talking to you, you’d brush them off. But this man was lucky that you thought he was rather... stunning in the looks department. That, and he seemed rather harmless as of right now. So you indulged in his conversation, “Where are you from?” You asked.

The man paused only slightly then turned himself to face you. He held out his left hand for you to take. You were hesitant but you still reached out, “Alastor,” He said, “I’m from New Orleans. I’m guessing you’re a local?” You wouldn’t have ever guessed that, he didn’t have any kind of southern twang or drawl to his tone.

You shooked his hand but you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing a little at his question, “No, no,” You waved your hand a little, “Uh- aha... I’m (Y/N). And I’m not from here, but my family and I use to come here all the time for summer vacations.”

“Well, it’s certainly a lovely place to visit. I’m here for business though so I can’t say I’ve gotten the real experience of it all yet. Today was my day off, however, and I thought I’d go see this aquarium one of my friends keeps telling me to go to. She’s rather annoying about it, truly, spoiled even and quite the nagging little thing. But she is my friend after all and I’d rather not deal with the consequences of not listening to her.”

There was a moment there went you felt your heart stop for a minute, “That’s... really ironic.” You said slowly.

“Oh? You have a bossy friend too?” He jested with a smile.

You laughed for a second then shook your head, “No, I mean that it’s ironic that you’re going to the aquarium,” You paused for a second then reached into your bag and pulled out your phone. You showed Alastor and said, “I’m going too.”

He peered at the e-ticket on your phone, the pushed his glasses up on his nose with a deep laugh, “What a small world!” He laughed, then laughed some more, “How truly ironic indeed!” Then without a second to waste, he faced you once again then asked, “Would you like to go together?”

The question startled you. You didn’t expect that. He was very bold, wasn’t he? You had only just met and he was asking to spend probably what would be the rest of the day with you. You were flustered suddenly, then you were tongue-tied, lastly, you cracked your voice as you answered, “S-Sure! Yea- um--....” You felt your cheeks turn a little pink, “Sorry. It’s just... That was unexpected.” Just as you said that the loud horn of the ferry screamed as it pulled into the docks.

Alastor stood up while smiling down to you, “Life wouldn’t be life if what you expected happened all the time.”

He then held out his hand, offering to help you up from the bench. You took a moment, sitting there and taking everything in for what it was. Alastor stood before you, looking as though he was some kind of mathematician, or professor, now that you got a good look at him. His red tie was tucked behind a brown sweater vest that stopped just shy of his belt. His hand was offered to you, while the wind dusted his brown hair around in the breeze. And that smile on his face, it was soft yet firm enough to show that he was pleased to help you up.

So you decided then... why the hell not? He was right, life wouldn’t be the same if it was exactly like what you expected. You took Alastor’s hand and pulled yourself to your feet. The two of you chatted while boarding the ferry, and then stood beside each other while leaning along the guard rails of the top deck.

The both of you talked about all kinds of things. You found out that Alastor was some kind of internet personality, not really. He had a podcast he ran and owned with some friends of his. It was apparently very popular and well known, though not that well known because you’ve never heard of it before. And to say that didn’t hurt Alastor’s ego a little would have been a lie. Apparently, Alastor also had a strong taste for liquor, because at one point he went to the ferry’s indoor bar and came back with two rum on the rocks.

You told him it was only noon, to which he replied, “It’s five o’clock somewhere,” And laughed before taking a sip of his drink. You decided to have the one he got you and told yourself it’d only be one which Alastor stayed true to. He didn’t wander off for another drink once he finished the one he had. There was another point that you learned that Alastor had the habit of ignoring his phone, to the instance where he got annoyed with it and turned it off. It seemed he only wanted to focus on talking to you and listening to what you had to say.

Alastor and you talked the whole ferry ride, which was just under an hour long. And when you docked, you both walked side by side down the three and a half blocks to the aquarium. It wasn’t a massive place, but it was a good size with a decent amount of animals. You originally came here with the idea of looking for inspiration within sea life. For you were an author, after all, writing stories for a living came with its ups and downs. For instance, right now, your much-needed vacation wasn’t really a vacation. The current book you were working on took place in late century seaside town, much like this one. And you had run into the worse possible writer’s block you’ve ever been in.

As you and Alastor had finished passing the entry gates and showing your tickets, you wondered why Alastor would want to come here with you. Maybe because he realized how terribly awkward it would be if you continued to cross paths all day. You also thought about how you wouldn't be able to focus on working with him around now. You also didn’t really want to out yourself, or your current story.

But that would soon be unavoidable. You and Alastor had just made it to the open exhibits of the aquarium. You had stopped on an old wooden bridge to briefly look out at a beautiful koi pond. Alastor leaned over slightly while resting his arms on the bridge railing. He had a soft smile that was barely on his lips, “This one oddly reminds me of home,” He sighed.

You learned along the railing as well, looking over the swampy like pond. It lily pads all over, with a dark green water filled with dead trees and moss. You couldn’t see them, but you could hear the bullfrogs chirping away. Seeing it gave your a sudden surge of inspiration. Something about it made you get several ideas for your book. You couldn’t let them slip away, so you reached into your bag and grabbed your notebook.

While you became lost in your own world, scribbling down idea after idea, Alastor quietly watched you. It wasn’t in a way that you noticed, because he’d only take a side glance here or there. But after a moment or so, he finally asked, “Forgot something to add to your grocery list?”

It was meant to be a joke but it went right over your head (Mush to Alastor’s dismay).

“O-oh..” You then laughed weakly, “No... It’s for a story I’m working on.”

Alastor turned to face you slightly while still leaning on the rail, “Oh, like an author?”

You took a dry swallow then glanced away and shrugged, “Yea,” You didn’t want to egg him on. But of course, he asked anyways.

“Are you published?” He seemed genuinely interested. Yet there was a reason you wanted to avoid it. Oftentimes when you told people about your books, the general reception wasn't that good. There was a reason you wrote under a pen name.

However, Alastor wasn’t from around here, and you weren’t on New York Time’s Best Selling List yet, and probably never would be. So there was a chance he wouldn’t know or ever heard of your books.

So you took the chance and said, “Yeah. I’m the author of Sea Rise.”

“Oooh,” Shit. “That book series about the pirates?” Dammit.

You felt your cheeks burn as you took in a deep breath and nodded your head, “You’ve heard of them?” You wouldn’t look at him though. You just kept your gaze on some turtle resting on a log.

“Yeah, never read them,” He gave a slight chuckle, “But the girl I work with-”

“You said her name is Charlie, right?”

“Yes- Well, she reads ‘em. She’s a big fan. I’m under the assumption that it’s about fictional pirates?”

You took in a small breath then sighed, “Pretty much. It’s... not that amazing or anything. It’s okay.” You noticed that Alastor pushed off the rail and started to walk again, but slower this time.

“Tell me about it.” His words surprised you enough to look at him with a shocked expression. He laughed at you while giving a small wave of his hand, “Only if you want to. I’m sure you can’t talk much about spoilers.”

You blinked, then let out a shaky laugh, “I-I don’t know. It’s... A long story. This is for my fourth installation.”

He hummed with a slight chuckle, “Well it’s a good thing there is a snack bar over there.” He pointed to one not that far away, “And plenty of places to sit too.”

There was something that flickered around in your chest. You felt butterflies you always wrote about in your stories. You peered at Alastor finding it hard to stare at his face. You glanced up from his shoes and got caught in that tilt in his smirk. Heat ran to your cheeks and spread across your nose, you gave a sharp nod of your head then awkwardly stuttered out, “O-okay!” With maybe a little too much excitement. Who knew that today, of all days... You’d run into someone like him.

#hazbin alastor x reader #alastor #hh #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alaztor x reader #alastor / you #alastor reader insert #alastor imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #short story #cute #fluff #missbliss writes #ask #anon #anonymous

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tickly-trashcan · 4 years ago

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Walking Wallet {ChiLi}

A/N: yall really like lee childe asdfghjkl good job, immaculate taste. i’m surprised with my new prompt list, it seems like number 8 is pretty popular haha. I really loved writing this one, I'm so weak for chili it just,,, it’s amazing oughh. I’m not super good at feet tickles but i hope i still did okay and I hope everyone enjoys!

Summary: After a day of shopping, Childe is acting rather smug, and Zhongli decides to take advantage of his cockiness.

Word Count: 1.5k (under the cut)

Zhongli and Childe were walking through Liyue on a shopping trip, there were a few things they both needed. There was also the fact that Zhongli would likely want to buy something for himself as well, so naturally Childe tagged along.

They perused shops for a while until they came across one that sold teas from across Teyvat, and Zhongli’s interest immediately piqued.

“Can we go to that shop over there?” He asked, and Childe nodded, walking over with Zhongli.

“Welcome! We have teas from all over Teyvat, and teas of all kinds! We have herbal, green, black and more!” The shopkeeper said eagerly, gesturing to the bags of teas that decorated her shop.

“Do you have any from Inazuma?” Zhongli asked, peering across the widespread selection of tea.

“We do! We have this hojicha, and also this genmaicha, and this…”

The shopkeeper droned on, listing all of the teas they had from the Inazuma region as Zhongli payed close attention, Childe completely zoning out as he looked around, shifting his weight in a bored manner.

“I’ll take three of the sencha, please,” Zhongli said, Childe finally being brought back into reality by the sound of his partner’s deep voice. Zhongli reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, Childe watching him curiously from the side as the shopkeep bagged up his teas.

“Oh…” Zhongli said quietly, checking his wallet. Childe peered over and sighed, smiling softly at his partner.

“Need me to cover this one?”

“Yes please,” Zhongli said, tucking his wallet away as Childe pulled out his own, chuckling.

“This is no big deal for a Fatui member as great as me,” Childe said smugly, and Zhongli chuckled.

“So cocky,” He cooed, and Childe blushed slightly, though he knew Zhongli was right. He loved to put up a façade in public, but Zhongli knew in truth Childe was just as vulnerable as anyone else, which made it fun to tease him.

Childe paid for the tea Zhongli wanted and handed it to him, linking their arms together as they walked back down the streets of Liyue, arm in arm.

Their day continued, going to various shops, Childe making a big show of him paying for whatever Zhongli wanted, Zhongli only smiling as he did so. Finally, they arrived home with a few bags full of items, Childe carrying them for Zhongli as he set them down on the dresser of the hotel Childe was currently residing in. Childe kicked off his boots and walked in, taking a deep breath before turning to Zhongli, hands on his hips as he grinned.

“I’m basically your wallet, Zhongli! What would you do without me?” Childe said cockily, laughing as Zhongli nodded.

“Yes, you are. You know what else you are? Cocky,” Zhongli said, walking closer to Childe, who backed up slightly, noticing an odd glint in Zhongli’s cor lapis eyes. Zhongli smiled softly and Childe softened as well, allowing Zhongli to wrap his arms around Childe as he hugged him back. “And you’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish.”

As soon as he heard the last word of Zhongli’s sentence Childe immediately tried to worm out of his partner's grasp, pushing at Zhongli’s shoulders.

“Zhongli! No! Don’t you dare! I was just kidding, pl- ehe! Please no!”

Childe was already giggling like a small child from nervousness and Zhongli hadn’t even touched him yet aside from the hug he held him in.

“I’m not even doing anything, Childe,” Zhongli said, slight concern in his voice as he watched his partner’s face get red as he squirmed in his grasp. Zhongli finally used his hands to squeeze Childe’s sides, making him gasp and immediately hide his face in Zhongli’s shoulders as a quiet squeal emerged from his lips.

“I-It tickles!”

“That’s the point,” Zhongli said with a chuckle, pinching up and down Childe’s sides as he squeaked before dissolving into frantic giggles, squirming around in Zhongli’s grasp.

Zhongli travelled up to his ribs, rubbing his knuckles into them as Childe yelped, squeezing Zhongli tightly as his giggles increased in volume and intensity. Childe shook his head back and forth on Zhongli’s shoulder, biting his lip to try and suppress his girlish giggles.

“Gehe - Zhongli! Plehease, mmph! Not thahahat!”

Zhongli said nothing as he now dug his fingers into Childe’s ribs, dancing up and down and paying special attention to Childe’s rather sensitive upper ribs as he cackled madly. Zhongli snickered in amusement, leaning his head towards Childe’s ear as he whispered:

“Is this a good spot? Does it tickle bad here?” Zhongli teased, making Childe squeak as his knees buckled, falling against Zhongli, making him groan at the sudden weight pressed against him.

“B-Bahahad! P-Please, stohohohohop!”

Zhongli didn’t stop, however, and his hands just creeped up further until they were buried under Childe’s arms, making him shriek and arch his back, clamping his arms down as much as he could as he laughed loudly. He wriggled his fingers around, digging into the hollow of his underarm as Childe’s face burned in embarrassment as he could do nothing but cackle as Zhongli kept up his torture.

“Zhohohongli! No more, I’m behehegging you!”

“Begging me to what? Stop? That’s not happening anytime soon,” Zhongli said with a grin, scratching his fingers against Childe’s upper ribs now, lightly tickling them in a way that drove Childe up the wall. He kept his arms clamped down as much as he could, but with Zhongli’s hands already in that area it didn’t help much.

Zhongli halted his tickling momentarily to wrap his arms around Childe’s waist, picking him up as he squeaked, and throwing him on the hotel bed. Childe held his hands in front of him, trying to defend himself as he continued to giggle nervously.

“Let’s talk about this! No more ti-tickles!”

Zhongli hummed curiously, Childe inching back on the bed. Zhongli quickly grabbed his ankles just as Childe was about to make his grand escape, making him wail.

“Nooo!” He yelled, kicking his legs as Zhongli pulled his ankles into his lap as he sat on the bed, Childe’s eyes widening as he realized what Zhongli was about to do.

“Don’t you dare,” He said, his voice cracking in fear on the last word which made Zhongli chuckle.

“Don’t what?” Zhongli asked, sliding a finger up Childe’s sole as he squeaked, shaking his head furiously.

“Tickle my feet-” Childe immediately realized what he had said wrong by the look on Zhongli’s face and tried to correct himself. “I mean don’t! Don’t tickle me the - thehehehehehere! Zhohohohongli!”

Zhongli held Childe’s feet in an armlock, one hand scribbling up and down his sensitive soles as Childe tried to kick around, which wasn’t much use.

Zhongli skittered his fingers all over Childe’s socked feet, digging under his toes as Childe shrieked, kicking his legs and pounding his fist into the bed as he buried his face into the blankets, cackling into them.

Zhongli slipped his hand underneath Childe’s sock and he positively shrieked, louder than he had before as Zhongli lightly scratched at Childe’s bare heel, Childe barking out loud, screaming cackles that was only muffled by the blankets his face was buried in.

“MHmhmhm!! Pfft, gehee! Stahahahap!”

Zhongli hummed as he held Childe’s toes back, skittering his fingers across Childe’s bare sole as he yelled into the blanket.

“Noooooooo! No no no, not thehehehehere!”

Zhongli chuckled at Childe’s desperate response but didn’t let up, now softly raking his fingers down Childe’s foot as he whined through his hysterical laughter, bubbling from his throat like an endless fountain of mirth.

“Plehehehease! I caha - cahan’t! GaH! Zhongleeheehee!” Childe yelled just before his voice gave out and he was reduced to a silent fit of shaking laughter. Zhongli quickly noticed how exhausted his partner was and stopped his tickling, still holding Childe’s foot as he slowly started to regain the air in his lungs again.

“Did I go too far?” Zhongli asked, slightly concerned as he rubbed Childe’s foot gently, making him giggle again. Zhongli quickly stopped rubbing his sole and instead laid down on the bed next to Childe on his side, looking at his partner.

“Childe?”

Childe held up his pointer finger, signaling that he still needed a minute as he continued to pant heavily as a few residual giggles still emerged from his lips.

Zhongli waited patiently for Childe to recover, never taking his eyes off of him as he had his face still buried in the blankets. He finally lifted his head, letting out a loud sigh before turning to Zhongli, his face bright red from the previous tickling.

“Was it too much?” Zhongli asked, frowning, and Childe shrugged.

“Maybe a little…” He said shyly, feeling slightly torn between it. On one hand he knew Zhongli enjoyed tickling him and hearing him laugh, but on the other hand there was only so much that Childe could handle.

Zhongli reached out and cupped Childe’s face, pressing a quick kiss against his lips before pulling away, forcing a soft smile.

“You can tickle me next time, that way we’ll be even,” Zhongli said, and Childe lit up.

“Now?”

“No, I want tea right now,” Zhongli said, standing up from the bed. Childe whined, but got up as well, walking over to the shopping bags with Zhongli. Zhongli brewed them some of the new teas they retrieved and spent the rest of the night talking with each other, simply enjoying their company.

#chili #childe #zhongli #tickle fic #genshin impact #anon

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tillthelandslide · 4 years ago

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Jersey Love (Part 1): The Durrell Challenge

Authors Note: Hi guys, this is a fanfic I have been working on recently, there will be more parts to it but its called Jersey Love. I hope you all like it, I wasn’t sure whether to post it as it long (6K words) but i hope those who do read it like it. Love you all so much and I am so thankful for everyone’s support.

Sorry if there any typos or grammar mistakes, think I’ve read it a thousands times over but I have still probably missed some - L

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The Durrell Challenge

It was another beautiful day in London , the hot sun was beaming down, melting away the morning dew. You were currently on your morning run, the fresh air was crisp against your cheeks, the music playing in your ears was set to a low volume so you could still hear the birds chirping peacefully in the trees. You were truly happy that this was your life. You were nearing the end of your route, drawing closer to Henry's house when you started to think about your relationship with him. Your relationship with Henry always made you chuckle, there wasn't anything particularly funny about it but you always found yourself laughing because you couldn't believe he was your boyfriend. The both of you had met in Henry's hometown during the Durrell Challenge, you had came first with the quickest time and Henry had come over to congratulate you, you were talking to a friend when he came over and he stood next to you awkwardly for a few minutes because he didn't want to interrupt your conversation. Your friend left a couple minutes later and you turned to him and smiled widely.

You remember thinking he was really attractive, recognising him instantly, not that you allowed him to know that.

You had asked him "did you enjoy the run?" before he even got the chance to congratulate you on your time.

"I really did yeah. Congratulations by the way, I'm Henry" he said, smiling down at you, placing his hand in yours and shaking

"Oh thanks I'm Yn. Haha. Do you do this every year then?" you said, making his eyebrows furrow slightly, he was kind of surprised you didn't know who he was. Not in a cocky way, but this was his hometown and practically everyone knew him here, they were all so friendly and didn't treat him any different from how they treated everyone else, it was the biggest reason he loved coming home so much.

"I do, you?" he said casually. There was something quite nice and comforting about how casual it was, he felt like an ordinary guy meeting an ordinary girl for the first time, it was nice.

"No actually, this is my first time , my mum and her partner retired here, so decided to take part. Raising money for the amazing cause" you said, smiling up at him, the sun began to get in your eyes so you moved slightly, so you were standing in the shade.

"Promise I'm not trying to get away from you, it's just the sun is in my eyes" you said, making him giggle as you nearly tripped when you moved backwards.

"It truly is an amazing cause, I have to say, I'm impressed" he said, making you pull a puzzled look up at him.

"How so?" you said, making him move closer to you.

"Your first run and you not only came first but I heard you raised the most money?" he said, making you chuckle and smile widely up at him. That smile, he thought, everything about you was drawing him in closer and he was so taken back by it all, he does this run every year and never has anything like this happened before, he hadn't expected anything else this year.

"I may have" you said, making him smile again.

"How did you do it?" he said. Someone tried to move past you but you were too focused on Henry that you didn't realise, making him place his hand on your shoulder to gently move you out of the way so the person could get past.

"Oh sorry" you said, to the person who walked past you, you looked back up at Henry who still had his hand on your shoulder "thanks. I'm probably the most oblivious person you'll ever meet" you said making the both of you laugh, somehow you lost your balance making you wobble slightly and making Henry grab your waist to steady you.

"And the clumsiest by the looks of it" he said making you blush and laugh as you were embarrassed.

"Oh lord, you have no idea" you said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ears. Henry looked at your blushed cheeks and smiled to himself, he thought it was sweet, again he doesn't mean to sound cocky but he's used to blushing women around him but when you blushed it sparked something inside of him, he wanted to be the one the tuck the hair behind your ear, he wanted to place a kiss to your rosy cheeks.

"uhh anyway, what was I saying? Umm oh yeah, how did you raise so much money?" he said, suddenly turning into a stuttering mess.

"Okay... I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone" you said jokingly making him giggle. What the hell? He thought, when have I ever giggled?

"Promise not to tell" he said holding his pinky finger up, you then realised he wanted to make a pinky promise so you linked yours with his. That's cute you thought. Henry coughed and crossed his arms over one another thinking about how awkward he was being, seriously Henry who still does pinky promises? He thought to himself, mental hitting himself.

You however were just focusing on how somehow his arms looked bigger when he did that.

"I'm a famous movie star" you said, raising your eyebrows up at him, making him cough awkwardly. He didn't say anything for a few seconds making you throw your head back with another chuckle, you hit his chest lightly.

"I'm joking Henry. I'm on the conservation team here at Durrell, joined early last year " you said making him smile.

"And you know how I am" he said, making you place your hand on his forearm, sparks igniting there for the both of you.

"Hate to break it to you, but I think everyone here knows who you are. In fact they're all staring at us right now" you said, looking around which made Henry look around too.

"But you're so... Normal" he said making you chuckle again.

"Sorry about that. Would you rather me gawk from afar, come over and be a rambling mess and then just drool over you?" you said, you were looking up at him in the simplest way, yet it made Henry's stomach flip, your eyes twinkled as you saw Henry's lip turn up into a smirk.

"Have a feeling that's not your style" he said with a flirty tone.

"Ah, but I have a feeling it's what you're used to" you remarked back. Quick comeback he thought to himself, he liked you.

"It's refreshing honestly" he said making you roll your eyes at him, oh how he wanted to see you do that over and over, and maybe one day he'd be able to punish you for it.

"Oh I just love being called refreshing. Such a compliment, thank you Henry, I think I'm in love with you" you said, jokingly, yet his stomach did a flip again. You were cheeky and he liked that, you weren't afraid to say too much.

"Ah Henry, I see you've met our little star" one of the male race organisers who Henry recognised, his name tag read "James" said as he came over to the both of you, he placed a hand on your shoulder. Henry felt jealous for some reason, was this your boyfriend? He'd feel bad for flirting with you if it was, although he thought you were flirting back, maybe that was just your personality though, he thought. Were the two of you flirting? he then began assessing the conversation the both of you had just had, trying to work out whether you were being flirty or just nice.

"I was just congratulating her. First place for her time and the amount of money she has raised" Henry said, making him smile, his hand was still on your shoulder and oh how Henry wished he would move it.

"Ah, actually you donated the most money Henry but I guess that doesn't count does it haha" James said, making you look at him weirdly, almost giving him a warning look. The man looked at you and then back at Henry before he said "we're very thankful for all that you do here Henry. I'll leave you to it" he said walking off. You were thankful he had left and so was Henry to be honest.

"Sorry about him, that was a bit rude" you said, rubbing your eyebrow awkwardly.

"It's okay. Is he your boyfriend?" Henry said, making your head shoot up to look at him.

"James? No, no no no no" you said shaking your head repeatedly.

"Sorry that was inappropriate." he said, shaking his own head.

"It's okay." you said. You were then being called to collect a medal so Henry frowned slightly.

"Um I'm sorry I have to go, it was really nice meeting you Henry" you said, beginning to walk off. Henry looked at the ground and ran a hand through his curls. Should've asked for her number you idiot, he thought. He felt a small hand in his and he looked up and saw you standing there again.

"Take this" you said, removing your hand and walking away again, in his clasp was a piece of paper with your number written on it , he smiled to himself and put it in his pocket, walking over to his brothers again who he ran with.

"Hello again stranger" his brother said, patting him on the back.

"Hey" he said, falling into a conversation with his brothers again.

A little while later Henry was called to talk to some of the staff members at Durrell who wanted to thank him for all of his hard work and thank him for being an amazing ambassador. You were standing amongst your colleagues, laughing about something when he walked up to you.

"Could I borrow you for a second please?" he said, making your best friend and colleague raise her eyebrows up at you.

"Of course" you said, saying goodbye to your colleagues making them call out “congratulations” to you as you left with Henry.

"What's up?" you said, continuing to walk somewhere with Henry.

"I know we've just met but I really enjoyed talking to you and I want to get to know you more. Would you want to go out later?" he said, the both of you slowly coming to a stop a while away from everyone else. Before you got to answer Henry started rambling" can understand if you don't want to, you're probably really busy with stuff and don't have the time for a relationship, let alone one with me and probably don't want what comes with me... " he continued making you lean up and place a peck to his cheek, shutting him up.

"For a famous superstar you really aren't very smooth" you joked, making him sigh deeply and smile.

"I swear I'm not usually like this, you make me nervous" he said, closing his eyes and breathing in heavily after he said it because there he goes blurting something stupid out again.

"Hmm. You can prove that to me later then" you said, lightly nudging him.

"Really?" he said, bashfully, seriously what's wrong with him today.

"It would be an honor" you said, your friend ran over to you and you sighed, you really couldn't catch a break today.

"Yn we need you" she said laughing about something, beginning to pull you away. "text me" you mouthed as you were being pulled away.

Henry texted you later that day and you both decided to go for a walk along the beach together, you met just as the sun was setting, the sky was a beautiful mixture of pink, blue and purple and the sea was gently kissing the shore.

You met at a small ice cream hut which was closed, you were wearing a white summer dress and a thin pink cardigan over the top.

Henry was wearing a pair of black jeans, a white shirt and a blazer. He walked up to you and you smiled up at him, he leant down and placed a sweet kiss to your cheek.

"Hi" he said, his hand resting on your waist.

"Hi. What's in the basket?" you said referring to what was in his hand.

"It's a surprise," he said, confidently taking your hand and beginning to walk down to the shore. You liked his new found confidence and you smiled to yourself, his hand felt huge wrapped around yours and it warmed your hand up instantly, it was tingling so much you swear he would've felt it. You walked in silence for a little bit, stopping about 50 yards from the shore line. Henry's hand dropped yours lightly, placing the basket on the floor, pulling out a blanket from it and placing it on the floor. He gestured to the blanket and said "my lady" which made you giggle, you sat down and he followed suit.

"You look beautiful," he said, making you blush.

"Oh stop" you said, looking away for a second as you were now very aware of him looking at you.

"You do." he said.

"Thank you, you look very handsome yourself" you said.

"What? this? Oh it's nothing" he said jokingly making you giggle.

"That's cute." he said, referring to your giggle, making you blush again.

"You're making me all shy" you said, looking down which made a piece of hair fall in front of your eyes, Henry's fingers came up to your face, grazing your cheek as he tucked it behind your ear. Before leaning back on his palms.

"Tell me more about yourself" he said, grabbing some wine and some glasses, pouring you a glass as he spoke, you loved the change in his attitude, earlier he was this rambling mess and now he was this confident and well put together guy who tucked your hair behind your ear and then acted like nothing had happened.

"Umm, what do you want to know?" you said, turning your whole body to face him as you took a glass from him taking a sip of the delicious wine.

"Everything. How did you come to work at Durrell?" he said with that same level of confidence.

"I've worked in conservation for 9 years now, I used to travel all across the world working on different conservation projects. I absolutely loved it and I started to get a name for myself. But something was always missing. I guess I just wanted consistency, I wanted somewhere I could call home. When my mum moved here she heard of this job at Durrell and she told me and it sounded ideal. It was quite a big role on the conservation team so I thought I wouldn't get it but I applied anyway and got the job and I've now been working there for a year now and it's amazing" you said, Henry listened carefully to every single word you said and you loved it.

"That's amazing. So what is it you do exactly?" he said, he moved so he was no longer leaning back on his palms but so one hand resting on his lap and one hand resting on your knee.

You smiled down at his hand on your knee before saying "So my official title is, Director of Conservation Science. I manage the Trust’s scientific research programmes to support Durrell’s conservation mission. But I also carry out keeper duties 3 times a week, its not usually what someone does in my position but I asked and they agreed. I love working with animals and you don't really get to do that in my position, it's mainly just research” you said, making him smile widely.

"That's so cool, it's good you're doing something you're really passionate about" he said, his hand began to massage your knee lightly making you sigh happily.

"Well from what I hear you're pretty passionate about it too?" you said, your own hand coming to rest over his on your knee.

"I am yeah, Durrell has always been a huge part of my life, it was a place I always visited when I was growing up. So when I started acting and got into the public eye I wanted to make a change and I wanted to use my position to help" he said.

"And you really are making a massive difference Henry" you said, squeezing his hand.

"Tell me about your family" he said, his hand caressing your hand as he spoke.

"I have 3 brothers and I'm the youngest and the only girl which made for an interesting childhood. My mum and dad got divorce when I was around 4. And then my mum found her partner when I was about 21 and they've been together ever since. My dad remarried 2 years ago now and he lives in London with my stepmum" you said smiling at him. "what about you?"

"Well I grew up here, although you knew that. I have 4 brothers and I'm the second youngest so that too made from an interesting childhood" he said making the both of you chuckle. "I went to boarding school, Stow School , you might have heard of it? That was interesting too, I left a year early though as I got a role in the Count of Monte Cristo in 2002 and I've been acting ever since” he spoke with an aura of confidence and pride and it made you smile so much your cheeks ached. You nodded along, listening to every word.

“That sounds amazing”

"Wow, it's so beautiful" you said, looking out to the sea and sky a second later.

"It really is" Henry replied, little did you know he was looking at you.

"Do you enjoy being back home?" you said, making him nod at you.

"Yeah I really do. I don't get to do it all that often anymore, usually just for the challenge and then for Christmas. I love it here" he said making you smile and say "me too, it's wonderful"

"I see the way people treat you here, it must be nice" you say.

"Yeah. I mean don't get me wrong, I love my fans and I love meeting them. I love the life I have because of them and I love talking about my job. But here... I'm just Henry. That's why I like you so much, it just feels right, feels like I'm just an ordinary guy who met a girl he likes in an ordinary way. There's no pressure, I don't feel like I have to be Henry Cavill the movie star" he said.

"I'm glad" you said, bringing his hand up to your lips and placing a kiss against it. It made him look at you, really look at you, his eyes staring into yours and he lent closer, closing the gap between you, his hand coming to cradle your face as he placed his lips against yours. The both of your lips stayed against each other for a few seconds before he pulled away briefly, leaning in to mold them together again. Sparks flew between you, and your hand came to gently grasp his chin, pulling him in further against you before you both pulled away, smiling widely.

"Wow. That makes a change from earlier" you said, making him chuckle, and wrap his arms around you, laying the both of you down on the blanket, the both of you looked up into the sky, your head on his arm.

You both then spent some more time getting to know each other, you found out the others favourite colour, food, book, film, tv show, anything and everything you could talk about you did. By the end of the conversation you felt like you really knew Henry, not the famous Henry but the real Henry.

"Can I tell you something?" you said, your hands were playing with each other against Henry's stomach when you felt him nod against you, you turned over slightly so your head was against his arm but so you could see him.

"I was really trying to seem cool earlier but I was going crazy" you said, making him chuckle.

"And there I was thinking you didn't know who I was." he said, bringing your hand up to his lips like you did earlier.

"I just wanted you to feel comfortable but I was seriously freaking out inside. Everyone had told me so much about you and you seemed like this really nice guy. I wasn't even going to come up to you because I didn't want to freak you out or whatever. As you said, this is your home and everyone treats you like just Henry so I did the same when you came up to me"

"I really appreciate that. I was kind of shocked though, I think that's why I was such a mess, you were so cool and calm and I was just like wow who is this wonderful girl" he said, moving so he was leaning over you slightly, beginning to play with your hair.

"Does it change anything?" you said making him smirk at you.

"not at all, unless you're some stalker, you're not a stalker are you?" he said jokingly.

"No I'm not a stalker Henry. I just know where you live, your shoe size, what car you drive" you said jokingly getting interrupted by him tickling you.

"Henry" you laughing, wriggling against him "stop" you said, pushing his chest roughly, so he was lying down and your were over him, his legs opened slightly, allowing you to slide in between his legs, your arms coming to rest against his chest with your head placed on them, he began playing with your hair again making you close your eyes.

"Please stroke my ego just a little bit by assuring me that you have at least watched some of my films" he said, making you open your eyes.

"I have. And you were amazing" you said.

"Wow okay stalker" he said, making you nudge him in the stomach, making him let out a laugh mixed with a grunt. You pressed your lips firmly against his, his smile soon dropping so he could properly mold your lips together.

“When do you go back to London?” you said after pulling away from the kiss.

“Tomorrow” he said, making you frown.

“Looking forward to it?” you said, making him sigh, his forehead rested against yours and he placed two sweet kisses to your lips.

“I didn’t think this was going to happen. I don’t want to go home now” he said, making you chuckle, you both sat up, his arm still cradling you against his side.

“I didn’t think so either. But it's okay, sometimes you meet people who are supposed to be there for just a really fantastic day, maybe that's what this is. Doesn’t change how amazing it is” you said making him nod.

“That’s the thing, I think it’s more than that, I sure as hell want it to be” he said, making you smile.

“All we can do is wait and see I guess, we had one amazing date Henry. But you’re going back to London tomorrow and I’m staying here” you said, making him place a kiss against your forehead.

“If it's meant to be it will be, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck” he said making you smile at him and share one last memorable kiss.

The next time you saw each other was the first week of November, Henry had finished the filming of the first season of the Witcher and came home for a break. It was coming up to your birthday and your friends had been planning something to celebrate it, you weren't quite sure what they had planned but were happy nonetheless. You had heard Henry was back home but hadn't yet had the chance to see him because you were so busy with work, you were truly working your arse off and you found yourself becoming very tired. Today was a particularly long day, you came in early to lend a hand on the keeper duties and then had a full day of meetings alongside the conservation staff. You arrived home at 8pm which was quite a bit later than the usual time. Your friends had invited you to the annual pub quiz so you got ready as soon as you got home, showering and getting dressed. You had your hair in a bun all day so when you let it down it had nice curls in it, you brushed it through with your fingers to calm the curls just a little bit so it didn't look too crazy. You put on some black skinny jeans and a lace bodysuit and a black blazer.

You and your friends didn't have much spare time to go out so you made it a tradition to dress up for the annual quiz night. Lucky most of the locals at the pub knew all of you and understood why you did it. You weren't a fan of foundation or heavy makeup so instead applied some bb cream, some light contour to add some dimension to your face and some highlighting drops to accentuate your cheekbones which you loved, some light eyeshadow to your eyes and some mascara and then applied your favourite perfume. You picked up a clutch purse and put the essentials in it before heading out the door to the pub.

Your friends were dressed to the nines and you complimented them when you saw them. These were the people you worked with who were similar, if not the same age you were and you all got along very well.

"The boys are late as usual so let's just go in" your friend Emily said, nudging all 3 of you inside. You sat at your usual table, your friend Amy going to get a round for the three of you. One of the locals came up to you making some friendly chit chat. You and your friends got chatting when Amy came back and eventually you landed on the conversation of Henry.

"So Henry is back, saw him at the supermarket today, he asked about you" your friend Amy said, raising her eyebrows up at you.

"He did not" you laughed making Amy say "I swear it, he came over and said he recognised me from Durrel, asked if I was your friend...I invited him to your birthday bash" she said making Emily laugh.

"Are you crazy? I haven't seen him in months, it will be so awkward for him" you said, as you saw your guy friends come in (there were 3 of them in total). They quickly came to sit at your table giving out hugs and kisses.

"What's going to be awkward?" your friend Liam said, giving you a kiss on the cheek, his hand holding his boyfriend James'.

"The fact that Amy invited Henry to my birthday celebration" you said, taking a sip from your drink.

"Your birthday bash" Amy said, making everyone laugh.

"No one agreed to call it that" your friend Lewis said, making everyone laugh again.

"If you think that's awkward you should probably know that Henry and his brothers do this quiz every year" James said, making you choke on your drink.

"What?! Nobody told me that. Wait a second he wasn't here last year?" you said, referring to the first year you lived here and did the quiz.

"He was off being a big shot superstar" James said, rolling his eyes making you grunt.

"you don't have to say it like that. It's rude" you said making Liam stand up for you "yeah cmon, Yn told me what you said to him at Durrell, he hasn't given us any reason to treat him like that" you gave Liam a look to say thank you.

"I'm going to get a drink while the bar is fairly free, anyone want one?" Lewis said, making you all nod.

"I'll give you a hand. Need to pee anyway" you said, everyone told Lewis what they wanted and then you both walked to the bar.

"Let me just use the ladies and then I'll be back to help with the drinks" you said, going off to the toilet, getting stopped by a local on your way who commented on how nice you looked. You thanked them before going into the ladies room.

You did what you had to do and started walking back to the bar to meet Lewis, you weren't looking where you were going to ended up bumping into someone as you heard them say "easy there love", you recognised the voice straight away and your heart began thumping quickly , his hand quickly came flying to your waist to stop you from falling, you looked up to him finally being met with two piercing blue eyes and you recognised instantly.

"Henry" you said, taking a step back, smiling to his brothers who all had a pint in their hand.

"Yn!" he said, stepping forward to hug you tightly, he lifted you off the ground slightly, making you giggle. You were glad he was happy to see you. "This is Yn" he said excitedly to his brothers as he took a step back again.

"nice to meet you, I'm Simon"

"pleased to meet you I'm Niki"

"Fastest time at Durrell right? I'm Piers"

"I'm Charlie. We'll leave you and Hen to it. It was lovely to meet you" you felt a bit overwhelmed, each of them introducing themselves, shaking your hand and placing a friendly greeting kiss to your cheek.

"Sorry about that." Henry said, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

You heard your name being called by Lewis and you looked over to the bar and saw him struggling with the drinks.

"Uh- it's okay. Shit sorry my friend needs my help. I really want to catch up but-" you said, getting interrupted by another call of your name from Lewis. It was the first time he had heard you swear and he thought it was cute, you sounded a little bit angry at the person who was calling you and it made Henry smirk slightly, you were cute when you were mad.

"It's okay. Go, we can catch up later. It's really good to see you, love, you look great" he said, leaning down to place a kiss against your cheek.

"so do-" "YN!" "coming! Sorry Henry"

You paced over to Lewis, hitting him on the back making him wince.

"What was that for?" he said, you grabbed 3 drinks in your hand and walked to the table, Lewis following behind you.

"Did you not see who I was talking to?" you said to Lewis, passing everyone their drinks and sliding next to Amy, Lewis sliding in next to you.

"No? I was trying to get the drinks" he said dumbfoundedly.

"Well I was talking to Henry. Didn't get much chance to talk because all of his brothers introduced themselves and then you interrupted me" you said, making everyone scold Lewis.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise" he said, making you chuckle.

"Oh well, too late now" you said, nudging your shoulder against Lewis'.

"You already tried it with her, now it's his turn" Liam joked, making everyone laugh. Lewis had asked you on a date when you first started working at Durrell, you had agreed but after the date the two of you agreed you didn't feel any sparks. He was a good looking guy but nothing was there, of course it was now a running joke in your group.

"Oh shut up" you said, laughing with your friends again. The quiz began and you all continued drinking and laughing, you occasionally looked over at Henry's table, sometimes you would meet his eyes and you would both smile, you saw that they too were laughing and having a good time which made you smile.

Henry on the otherhand was getting a little bit jealous, Lewis was sitting very close to you and his arm was wrapped protectively around you shoulders, you knew there was nothing of this behaviour apart from the fact you were just such good friends, but Henry didn't know your history, all he knew was you looked like a couple and looked good together. He couldn't really expect much, you both agreed that what will happen will happen and he had been gone for a couple of months now and a lot can happen in that time.

The quiz finished and your team did terribly but none of you cared. You went to get some water from the bar, no one else wanting a drink. Henry saw you get up on your own and took this opportunity to come and talk to you.

"Enjoy the quiz?" he said, his hand resting on your lower back for a second before he moved it away, weird you thought.

"We did terribly but yeah I did. You?" you said, making him nod down at you.

"How have you been?" he said, making you smile.

"Really good. Busy but good" you said continuing with "How about you? How was filming?"

"Amazing as always. Good to be back though" he said, the both of you turning your head to your friends when you heard one of them wolf whistle.

"Excuse them. They're a bunch of children" you said, raising your voice a little so they hear, Amy and Emily hit the guys to shut them up, making Henry laugh.

"They seem nice." he said, making you look back at him.

"They're a pain in the ass but I love them" you said, making Henry smile.

"Your brothers were really sweet" you said, the both of you turning your heads the other way to see his brothers.

"They're a pain in my ass too but I love them" he said using your own words.

"I know this might seem like a weird question but are you seeing anyone at the moment?" he said and you saw him glance at Lewis.

"Nope. He's just a good friend. He's handsy with everyone" you said laughing to yourself.

"Hmm" Henry said, making a mental note. You're single, nice.

"Your friend Amy invited me to your birthday... What did she call it?"

"Bash" you said at the same time, making each other laugh.

"Yeah... Don't know why she decided to call it that. You don't have to come if you don't want to. I'd understand" you said, taking a sip from your water.

"Do you want me to come?" he said, making you smile.

"If you wanted to." you said, placing a hand over his.

"Okay, guess you'll see me there then. Maybe we could go for coffee before? Have a proper catch up?" he said making you nod quickly.

"I'd love that Henry" you said squeezing his hand.

"Good. You do look really good by the way. Beautiful" he said making you blush.

"Thank you. A bit overdressed for this place but none of us get the chance to go out so we made it a tradition to dress up a bit for this quiz. Stupid I know" you said, looking down slightly so your hair covered your blushing cheeks. Henry's fingers glided across your chin lightly, lifting your face up to look at him.

"Not at all. Sounds like a lovely tradition" he said, his fingers dropping from your chin. Your own fingers tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Thanks. Haha. I'll let you get back to your brothers. It was really nice seeing you. Text me about that coffee date yeah? You still have my number?" you said making him nod.

"Okay" you said walking back to your table. Henry smiled at you saying it was a date before walking back to his table. You sat down next to your friends breathing out deeply, you felt like you hadn't taken a breath since you were standing with him.

"How did it go?" they all said at the same time.

"Fine. We're going to meet up for coffee sometime before my birthday bash" you said cringing slightly at the name making Amy giggle.

"Everything with him feels so intense," you said, rubbing your temples.

"Ooo I love it. Imagine what the sex will be like" James said making everyone laugh. You looked over to his table again seeing him already looking at you, he winked at you making you blush and look back to your friends.

Well this is going to be... Interesting.

Part 2

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madsdefencesquad · 3 years ago

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The semi-companion piece to Kevin's one and it's all about Mads, of course. Dedicated to Kevison Nation (every single fudging one of you) and to @flythesail and @penny259 (your comments have me weeping haha 😚). Also on ao3.

A little into Madison Pearson by x (with additions) Summer 2026

I first met Madison Pearson a year ago at George Clooney’s 65th birthday celebrations in Perthshire, Scotland in a fashion closer to that of long-travelled friends who haven’t seen each other in years than that of complete strangers who just so happened to enjoy the same foodie indulgence (bacon-wrapped dates, anyone?). Despite the grandeur of the guests present at the lavish affair – politicians, laureates, philanthropists and A-list celebrities (including her own husband actor Kevin Pearson) – Madison Pearson had the kind of invigorating energy that just drew absolutely anyone in.

Perhaps it was the enchanting mix of contained excitement and understated class she exuded that will warm you upon beholding up close, or perhaps it was the charm of a more loquacious woman of California mixed with the rare intelligence of a world-traveller. Either way, despite the taxing social waltz her husband took her throughout the night bumping elbows with the elites, Madison was one of those people who truly left a lasting impression.

Squeezed next to her in the back of a cab, Madison is head-to-toe in Temperley London x Axel Arigato (vintage-inspired nautical jumpsuit and platform suedes) en route to a baking class where her five-year-old twins Nick and Franny are waiting for her to join them along with their father.

“I was supposed to get changed,” she says, lamenting on her attire worn for a meeting with some West Chester development executives that’s perhaps too luxurious for an afternoon of mixing flour and butter and sugar. “But you have to make at least a bit of an impression, right?”

Madison has been the powerhouse head honcho of the Pearson family business, Big Three Homes, since its establishment three years prior. With a solid background in business management and a surefooted ability to navigate the mores of an ever-changing property development landscape, it was no question that Madison would rise up to the challenge of breaking into the market with a business model founded on family, philanthropy and sustainability.

Despite growing up largely independent without people close enough to call family, Madison has also found the means to speak about her experiences in an effort to encourage and give hope to the younger generation of girls and young women who may be going through an ongoing battle between themselves and their self-worth.

“I never felt enough,” she says of the origins of her battle with her eating disorder that began when she was still in middle school. “I look at Franny and she’s so small and carefree and I want to give her everything I never had, but I know that even that won’t be enough unless she herself realises how worthy she is of all the good and all the love that she deserves.”

We pull up outside the baking studio and she brightens at spotting her husband and twins’ silhouettes behind the frosted glass windows. Nick and Franny almost topple over their stools as they rush to overwhelm their mother while their father scrambles to keep his heart rate down—a close call with their foreheads hitting the edge of the marble benches as they got down will just about do it.

Even with her petite frame, Madison carries the twins like she’s just holding a bag of groceries. Unsurprisingly, both Nick and Franny are as enamoured of their mother as she is of them and are on the verge of complaining when put down just as Kevin, grinning ear to ear, envelops Madison in his huge arms—to be fair, he’s always been quite remarkably chiselled but the Tom Ford sweater and those tailored jeans (chosen by his wife “of course” as Kevin credits) is a different level altogether. He leans down to give her a kiss.

Back in Perthshire a year ago at the Clooney extravaganza, I caught up with the married couple the day after the festivities over a traditional Scottish breakfast as we overlooked the highlands of the Gleneagles.

Perhaps unlike the Clooneys, who were still entertaining their guests from all over world, the Pearsons were much more relaxed within their own family bubble. Having just celebrated Kevin’s twin sister’s wedding three days prior with close family and friends, the pair was grateful to spend some quality time with each other and their twins without the need to be anything but present.

From my perch, Kevin and Madison were the kind of couple that were very much “old souls”. They held an affection for each other that is rooted from sincere fondness and adoration for each other—they converse like deep friends and trade wits like secret lovers. And despite the media attention of the adorable moments shared online (often by the social-savvy actor), Madison is uncompromising when it comes to the privacy of their children.

While the twins dipped in and out of the table pilfering scones or taking over their mother’s green juice, neither one of their parents were the least bit bothered by the constant attention they need to provide such a rumbunctious pair.

“They’re so funny,” Kevin said, a careful eye on little Nick who was staring at the whipped cream on his tiny finger like he was contemplating on wiping it on his dad’s face.

I do recall having a good laugh when I accompanied the family on a tour of a nearby 17th century castle and little Franny, a copy-and-paste of her mother, pointed at a wood-cut table decoration of what looked to be intertwined lovers and confidently yelled, “That’s mommy and daddy!”

The fierce mama bear of the Pearson household of four (Madison sometimes calls her husband “kid number three, but don’t tell him that or he’ll get ideas of trying for another!”), remarks that forging her own path away from her husband’s spotlight had been remarkably easy, and she gives much of the credit to the rest of the Pearson clan who all treasure family more than anything.

Even with the notoriety of her brother-in-law, rising political star Randall Pearson, who currently serves in the Philadelphia municipality and is on track for a career in congress, Madison says that quality time to rest and recuperate is a must.

“[My sisters-in-law] and I have a girls weekend every other month when we can where we literally book ourselves a gorgeous Airbnb and just glamp down. I’m talking sleep-ins, endless mimosas, spa sessions… you name it! It’s the kind of getaway that [our husbands] get really jealous for.”

And upon being reminded, Kevin, now sporting Franny’s tiny chef’s hat, shakes his head at his wife conspicuously as if in reprimand that he most definitely should be included in the gals’ next glamping session despite him being, well, not a gal.

While Nick proudly counts five of about a thousand sprinkles that are scattered on his side of the bench, Madison congratulates him with a warmth and pride that is infectious enough to make you think that she’s proud of you too. And despite her husband’s very obvious possessiveness over her—you could count only one occasion where the actor is not at arm’s length from her—when Madison focuses her attention on you, it’s not difficult to believe that this powerhouse woman could truly do absolutely anything.

“She is that and more,” Kevin says about his wife. “Sometimes I can’t believe that this is my life. Our life! Like, she’s mywife, and these two are our kids. It’s just wild! I’m grateful, just grateful.”

Despite the doubts and fear that had been Madison’s constant companions for most of her life and especially going into adulthood, there is a fierce resilience in her that she could only credit her dear grandmother Frances—her own daughter having been named after her.

“She always believed in me,” she recalls, an eye on the twins squatting by the oven watching their creations rise. Despite the deep grief and loss that are quite intimately shared by the married couple, Madison says that it has only made them more resolute in loving their children and each other as best as they possible can every day.

“You just don’t know when it’s your time,” she says. “So, Kev and I make sure that there are no ‘next times’ when it comes to our family.”

When I had asked Madison about Big Three Homes back in Scotland, she squealed at the origin story of its founding, which started with Kevin’s late father Jack Pearson having asked his wife Rebecca to start the business together as partners.

Although Jack’s tragic and unexpected passing put an indefinite hold to this dream, its fulfilment through his son Kevin and through Madison is a testament to the kind of legacy that Jack Pearson had begun through his kids.

“I mean, it started off as more of a passion project for Kev,” Madison says. “But we knew it was always going to be something really special. Especially because his first project was the house that Jack had wanted to build for his mom. And when Kevin had this wonderful idea of bringing the family together to start the business and he asked me to be a part of it, how could I have said no!”

Kevin makes a point to say though that even if the idea of Big Three Homes originally came from his parents, its fulfilment is as much a part of his and Madison’s own story as it is his parents’. And choosing to have Madison work alongside him wasn’t just the best choice (given how much of a boss she is), but it was the only choice he ever wanted or considered.

“I know this is cliché, but I can’t stand not being with her,” Kevin says. “I made a point of this when our twins were born, and I meant it!”

Madison and the family split their time between California and Pennsylvania both for Kevin’s work and for the business, but nowadays, it’s more of an 80-20 split in favour of the east coast.

When asked about a career path carved away from her hometown in California, Madison says fondly, “It surprises a lot of people when I say this but I’m actually an east coast girl.”

This fun fact translates quite well in Madison’s day to day. She could turn any conversation into an erudite discussion, and she will utterly beguile you with her knowledge of books and literature—her constant companions when she can sneak away to her own personal Taj Mahal, a stunning Japanese garden in the backyard of their Pennsylvania home which Kevin built especially for her.

As the Pearsons continue to make a splash in the world of construction, politics, arts and entertainment—a rare mix indeed for a family in the spotlight—Madison is determined to continue writing a story with her husband and her children that she never had growing up.

With the twins happily destroying their creations by the mouthfuls, Madison promises that another visit is a must and perhaps this time, she can show us a collection of Kevin’s baby photos coupled with her own personal commentary to boot.

And who would say no to that.

#kevison #kadison #kevin and madison #still not over that kadison tag but loving it coz yes to more madison yeeeeee #I tried to not let Kevin get away with being gushy but he keeps taking over!!#lezbereal he's in too deep we get it boyy #I need to do a combined one because Uncle Nicky and some of the fam has to feature am I roighttttt #anywhoo hope y'all enjoy this <3 #this is us #tiu #kevison fanfics #kevison fanfic #tiu spoilers #I know most of the deets won't be canon after season 6 but whatever I do what I want #kevin pearson #madison this is us #madison pearson

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theboredwritertm · 4 years ago

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Din x Mandalorian!Reader x Cobb Vanth? Say like Din and the reader are partners and they’re both kinda into Cobb and if it’s your thing maybe the reader can be a little bossy?

The Arrangement

A/N: Sorry/not sorry for using that ^ gif - it made me laugh. (No, they don’t technically do anything in front of the kid.) There’s a lot of ways I could have taken this request, but honestly, I’m glad I went with this. (I may or may not have a part two in mind already). Also, I guess I’m just horny on main for this entire episode, since I want to write all my requests around it?? Hope you enjoy, anon! The request was for reader to be bossy – I might have accidentally made them a bit of an asshole, haha. Also, I ignored a lot of things on my to-do list to get this edited and posted today!

Rating: I’m going to say 18+

Pairing: Din Djarin x Mandalorian!Reader x Cobb Vanth

Warnings: Swearing, partner sharing (cuckolding, I guess), like a bunch of smut at the end.

Word Count: 7,272 (consider the first 3000 words foreplay)

Summary: You and Din are partners in every sense of the word, loyal to each other in every way, but you have one very simple arrangement: you can fuck anyone who takes your interest, and he gets to watch.

Tags: @justanotherblonde23

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It was like the opening of a bad joke.

Three Mandalorians walk into a bar. One of them is an imposter.

You’d felt Din tense beside you the moment you’d spotted the familiar armor, both noting the casual way it was worn, as if it were merely an accessory to the man beneath it and not a reflection of his religion. This complete separation from the creed was further proven as the man you knew only as ‘The Marshal’ stepped up to one of the tables in the bar, calmly removed his beaten-up beskar helmet, and set it down on the wooden tabletop.

You’d had to pause for a moment as you took in the face in front of you, all thoughts of backing Din up about the beskar not belonging to this man suddenly far from your mind. He was older than you – older than Din, too, if his greying hair and beard were anything to go by – but there was a youthful kind of mischief to his face, in the way he gazed curiously between the two of you.

You’d traveled the galaxy and seen a lot of faces in your time, and this certainly wasn’t the first handsome one – but, Maker, if there isn’t something just a little bit tempting about it…

You turn your head, now, to look at Din. Though he gives no sign of noticing, his visor still directed forward, you knew he’d sensed the movement – understood the intention. His helmet dips almost imperceptibly for a moment, then he turns his head to look back. You grin beneath your visor. It had been a long time, but he still remembered the gesture; a silent approval regarding a long agreed-upon arrangement between the two of you.

It was simple: you could choose any man who caught your particular interest – though, with a man like Din by your side, you couldn’t say there’d been many – and Din got to watch.

You loved Din, had been by his side for years now, but you’d be lying if you said your first thought at that moment hadn’t involved getting pinned against the wall in some dusty, back-room by the man in front of you and letting him drill you to the point of oblivion.

The Marshal sits staring between the two of you with a lopsided grin that certainly doesn’t help with your current line of thinking, eyes sparkling with easygoing humor.

“Never met a real Mandalorian,” he states, as he takes a seat and sets down three cups and a bottle of what you recognize as spotchka. “Now, two walk into my town. What are the odds?” He glances between the two of you as he carefully pours out three equal serves, sliding two of the cups in your direction in what you assume is a peace-offering – or maybe just a show of small-town hospitality.

“I’d say they’re in your favor,” you reply, your sly smirk clear in your tone, even through the modulator. Din throws you a look for how obvious you’re being, but you can’t say you care. If the man manages to pick up what you’re putting down early on, so be it. It makes things that much easier for you.

The Marshal looks up at you, curiosity clear on his face as he hears your voice for the first time, not expecting you to be a woman. Your armor doesn’t give that away – forged for protection rather than showing off what’s underneath – and even though you are a little smaller in stature compared to the big guy next to you, he wouldn’t have made the assumption. He’d fought all shapes and sizes and knew that size didn’t always denote ability – or gender.

“From what I’ve heard about your kind, I figured at least one of us might not be walking out of here. But now,” he says, gesturing with a nod towards you, since you’ve given yourself away, “Between her and the kid, I’m thinking maybe this isn’t the kind of situation I thought it was gonna be.”

You’re deep in thought about the kind of situation you’re hoping it’s gonna be, when you feel little hands grasping at the back of your leg. You look down. Right. The kid. You’d been so busy picturing every position you’d let this man bend you into, you’d almost forgotten about the little womp rat.

The Child looks up at you with big eyes and raises his little arms in a gesture you’ve grown familiar with over the past few weeks. Conceding to his demands, you reach down to scoop him up. Not that you and Din were ever particularly careful when it came to sex, but you really hadn’t expected to be thrown into parenthood like this. You doubted a town like this offered much in the way of babysitters, and even if it did you didn’t think Din would trust just any person to watch over the kid; not after everything you’d been through so far to keep him safe. And certainly not just to satisfy whatever devious thoughts were running through your head.

“You got a name?” you ask, your eyes never leaving the marshal’s – even if he can’t see yours – as you settle the child in your arms.

“Cobb Vanth,” he replies, and you’re glad to finally have a name to put to the face – something to whisper or cry out when the time calls for it.

“Where’d you get the armor?” Din asks.

Right. The armor. You’d completely forgotten about that.

“Bought it off some Jawas,” Cobb replies.

You cringe, knowing that’ll be a sticking point, especially for Din. It’s a mark of disrespect to the beskar, even if Cobb doesn’t know it. But you don’t think it’s enough to break the silent agreement you and Din have made.

“Hand it over,” Din tells him, and you have to roll your eyes at his attitude. Always straight to the point.

Cobb seems to find something amusing about this. “Look, pal, I’m sure you call the shots where you come from, but ‘round here I’m the one who tells folks what to do.”

Bouncing the kid on your hip, you glance towards Din, wondering what he’s going to do and if that something will ruin your chances of carrying out the wicked ideas currently playing out in your mind. You know he’s got to hate being called ‘pal’ by someone like this – someone who wears the armor without any right to – in the same way you know Cobb is using the term just to stir him up. You glance back and forth between the two of them patiently, waiting to see where this goes.

“Take it off, or I will.”

Now, that’s more like it.

Clearly not how he meant it – at least you don’t think so…but then Din was prone to a darker humor that sometimes went over your head when you weren’t expecting it. Maybe he was fucking with you both.

You find yourself distracted by the way Cobb grins in response, unsure if it’s the way it lights up his attractive features, or if it’s his cocky kind of fearlessness that gets you the most. You didn’t encounter a lot of people who stood up to Din, and most of the ones who did were almost always bluffing, but, staring down a member of an infamous warrior clan, Cobb manages to look quite at ease.

“Two on one? Doesn’t seem very fair,” he says, adding fuel to the thoughts running through your head. You’re sure you can change his mind on that.

“Maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement.” Your tone is low, words steeped with intention, and the way he looks back at you now says maybe he’s finally caught on.

He glances between you and Din, trying to work out the dynamic here. You’re standing close – could just be business partners, but he thinks not. There’s something in the way the larger Mandalorian keeps pausing when you talk, as if, even with a baby in your arms, you’re the one who’s really calling the shots. He opens his mouth to give his answer, but before he can tell you the sort of arrangement that he thinks might be suitable, the ground begins to shake beneath you.

Behind you, at the bar, cups, and saucers chatter and clank together on their shelves. One of the bottles of bright blue liquid shuffles towards the edge of the counter then dives, shattering on the floor below before the bartender can catch it. It’s a shame. Liquid is hard to come by out here.

Cobb stares at you both for a minute, then holds up a single, polite finger to give him a moment. Your gaze trails after him as he heads for the doorway, then you glance back towards the bartender to find they’re making a beeline for the back exit, too.

You and Din exchange looks. Whatever this is, it looks like any kind of arrangement is going to have to wait.

***

A new arrangement falls into your lap in the form of an enormous, cock-blocking krayt dragon.

As if driven by some constant compulsion to play ‘defender of the people’, Din agrees to take care of this problem for the town in exchange for Cobb’s armor. Of course, you follow along – you’re not completely heartless to their cause – though you’re not sure you’ve ever had to work this hard for a lay. After all, you’d had a much simpler way in mind for getting the man out of the armor.

Yet, as you travel towards the dragon’s lair, clutching onto Din in a manner you find a little undignified as you ride on the back of his borrowed landspeeder, Cobb begins to tell you some of his history – of how he came to be marshal of Mos Pelgo – and you find yourself growing more intrigued by the man. You’d never usually make the effort to get to know the people involved in your arrangements, knowing you’d probably never have to see them again, and sometimes extra information tended to get in the way of what should have otherwise been a simple one-night stand. You already had Din; you weren’t interested in getting to know someone else on that level. But as the night found the three of you lodging together at a Tusken Raider camp, you found yourself warming up to the man.

So, now you’re sat around a fire, the three of you on one side, the Child on your lap, and several Tuskens across from you engaged in an odd, barking conversation with Din. You’d traveled enough to understand most of what was being said, but that didn’t mean you weren’t wishing they’d go back to the silent hand gestures they’d been using to converse with earlier in the day – the sounds were just so grating.

An argument eventually erupts over some smelly peace offering, a drink Cobb isn’t familiar with, and you’re amused to find that he’s a bit of a hothead. It’s a nice contrast to Din’s cool, calm nature. In an ironic twist, Din ends the row with a blast from the flamethrower on his arm and you turn the baby away from the heat, unfazed, used to this kind of behavior from your partner by now.

Cobb collapses back into his seat beside you, looking slightly defeated, and catches your quiet chuckle.

“You agree with all this?” he asks you, glancing between Din and the Tuskens in an irritated kind of disbelief. You both watch as Din moves to sit closer to the tribesmen to continue their strategizing. As far as you’re concerned, since this little endeavor is Din’s idea, you have no qualms letting him do most of the work. Cobb, on the other hand, used to being the one running things, seems mighty put-out.

“Me? I go where he goes.”

“Doesn’t seem that way to me.”

You look back at him and find his handsome face turned back towards you, looking like he’s trying to take in what he can’t see beneath your helmet. You smile. “No?”

He shakes his head, looking amused. “Sometimes I get the feelin’ you’re the one in charge.”

You think of how best to phrase that, as two idiots in love, you and Din are prone to following one another into idiotic situations, but settle instead for trying your luck with something different.

“He’s got a habit of volunteering us for things. Personally, I had an easier way in mind for getting you out of that armor.”

You watch his face carefully, at least as much as you can make out in the flickering light of the fire. He seems to pause and take this in, not at all expecting it, then takes on a curious expression.

“Am I readin’ this wrong? I thought you two were together.”

“We are.”

He stares at you again and only looks more confused. But you can’t say he doesn’t look interested. It’s like he’s weighing up a few things.

“Well, forgive me for sayin’ so, but I am not about to risk gettin’ my junk blown off for manhandling some Mandalorian’s girl.”

This time you laugh a little louder, pleased to hear that he’s at least imagined it in enough depth that his intended actions might warrant that kind of reaction. Din looks over at the two of you for a moment before returning to his own conversation.

“What’s so funny?” Cobb asks, smiling at you.

“That you think he’d have a say in that,” you reply. You watch him for a moment, finding this one of the few times you’re wishing you could take off your helmet and be properly face-to-face with someone. There was a lot you wanted to say to him, and not a lot of it could be said using words.

“If it helps,” you add, “He’s cool with it. We have an agreement.”

Cobb’s staring at you, eyes bright with interest below a shock of salt-and-pepper hair, thinking a few things over. This isn’t a situation that he’s encountered before. Flirtatious women, sure; but none who seemed pretty attached to the man they were already with. He hadn’t even seen your face yet – but he’ll admit, that kind of adds to the thrill.

“So, what, we do this right here, right now?” he half-jokes, glancing back at the surrounding tents as if the Tuskens might be so hospitable. He waits for your response, because in all honesty, he’d be up for it if you were.

“I figure we take care of the giant monster eating your townsfolk, first. Then, assuming at least two of us make it back alive, we see what happens.”

He chuckles.

“Sounds like a deal to me.”

***

It goes surprisingly well, aside from a very stupid stunt on Din’s behalf; one you’re quick to pull him up on, because for a split moment all thoughts of Cobb had evaporated from your mind at the very real prospect of losing him.

There are still losses on both sides, of course – for the Tuskens and the Mos Pelgons. The krayt dragon had lost entirely.

A celebration takes place in the bar that night, back in Mos Pelgo, and you imagine the Tuskens are having a little party of their own back at their camp, with enough meat now to feed their entire clan for weeks to come.

Cobb’s sitting on his own, watching his happy townspeople with a smile, a bottle of spotchka in hand. He pours himself another cup - his third one. He’s waiting, now. Assuming you hadn’t been leading him on the entire time. You and your Mandalorian had disappeared not long after everyone had arrived back. Maybe it had all been a lie – some twisted game of foreplay the two of you had going on that you had never intended for him to be a part of. He’ll admit that handing over his armor back at the den of the dead dragon might not have been a smart play. He kind of preferred your idea for the handover. He sighs and takes a long sip of his drink.

Oh well.

He takes a moment to look around the room, remembering the last time they’d had such a joyful celebration – at least the first half of that night, back when the Empire had finally fallen, given how it had eventually ended. As he continues to look around, a flash of steel catches his attention towards the very back of the room.

There you are, standing in the doorway.

He wonders how long you’ve been there; if you’ve been watching him, and how the hell he hasn’t noticed. He’s not sure how he feels about that. Despite spending the past few days with you both, he’ll admit he’s still a bit intimidated. Especially by you. Still, when you beckon with a single jerk of your gloved index finger, he finds himself already on his feet.

Oh. Well.

He throws back the last of his drink, thinking that tonight he’s probably going to need it.

***

You lead him up a flight of stairs in the back to a room that sits above the bar; a room where only moments earlier you’d set the final boundaries for the night with Din.

Although you’ve done this a few times before, it’s still important that you remain on the same page. Most of his rules hadn’t changed from previous occasions: no sleeping with the outsider (actual sleeping, that is – it was a form of intimacy he drew the line at), no cumming inside of you (that was for him, and him only), and you were to always remain in control of the situation.

There had been one unfortunate incident where the guest for the evening had proven a little too rough with you. The moment the dynamic had flipped, Din had left his seat at the sidelines and preceded to drag the guy – who had still been completely naked at the time – out into the darkened streets. You didn’t know what had happened after that and hadn’t bothered to ask.

You didn’t think you were going to have the same issue with the marshal. There was a gentleness about him that perfectly balanced with his cocksure attitude. He seemed respectful. A good man, just like Din. Maybe that’s what had attracted you to him in the first place – how the dirty could balance just right with the sweet.

He follows behind you looking a little wary, but after everything you’d been through together in the last forty-eight hours, he didn’t see any reason not to trust you. Or maybe that was his dick talking. It had been a while for him. Most of the women in the town were married, and for those that weren’t, he was friends with most of their fathers – practically old enough to be their father. It wasn’t a situation he wanted to get himself into, especially not in such a small town. And Mos Pelgo didn’t exactly get a lot of visitors these days. He’d take his chances with you.

When he enters the room, he sees the other Mandalorian seated on a chair against the wall, facing the bed; completely still, hands resting on his beskar-covered thighs, waiting.

“You know, I realized I haven’t even seen you, yet,” Cobb says to break some of the tension, turning back towards you as you hit the button for the door – tension only he seems to be feeling, apparently. You both seem oddly at ease.

“And you won’t get to.” Your voice, though slightly distorted by the helmet, still manages to sound alluring. It almost manages to take some of the edge off your vaguely threatening undertone.

“Not even a peek?” he teases, but he knows enough about your people to understand what he’s getting himself into. “How’s that gonna work?” His eyes glide over your full form for the first time truly taking in your body. Admittedly, he’s looking for any unfamiliar lumps and bumps, but from what he knows Mandalorians are usually humanoid. He watches as you take out a long strip of cloth from one of your pockets.

“One rule for tonight. The blindfold stays on.”

“That’s it?” Cobb asks. He can do that. Hell, it wouldn’t be the first time, though at least he’d gotten to see that person’s face first.

You glance over at Din, catching the barely perceptible way he cocks his helmet, then add, “There are other rules, but for now those can wait. This is the most important.” You turn back to Cobb. “No living person can see us without our armor. This is The Way.”

“Huh,” he replies, thoughtfully, catching your choice of words. “After everything we’ve been through, you’re still threatening me?”

“It’s not a threat,” you say, and the gruffness added by your modulator does no favors in convincing him of this. He lets you secure the strip of fabric firmly across his eyes, then almost immediately after hears the hiss of your helmet being removed. Then your voice, clearer this time, hot breath against his ear: “It’s a guarantee.”

He wonders if it’s possible to be terrified and turned on at the same time.

You barely pause to let this sink in before you’re pressing a mixture of kisses and bites down his neck. Though you’d lived a long time wearing the armor, letting it become like a second skin, you couldn’t deny the added pleasure of the cool, fresh air against your face once it was off. Then there was the added sensory layer of scent and taste. After spending hours with your head inside the confines of your helmet, breathing filtered air, you always found your senses heightened once you were finally exposed.

Cobb smells of sand and sweat, and as you trail a few light, teasing kisses along the lower line of his jaw, his beard bristling against your soft lips, you pick up the sweet-and-sour scent of spotchka on his breath. He turns his head in the direction of the armor seated opposite the bed, having momentarily forgotten about your one-man audience, giving you a much better angle of his neck in the process. As you continue working your mouth over him, he keeps his ears pricked for any sound of movement, feeling suddenly vulnerable in more ways than one.

“You sure he’s in there?” he half-jokes, voice breathy as you continue to lap at his sensitive skin. He could have sworn the armor hadn’t moved since you’d arrived.

“He’s in there. Let’s see what kind of show we can put on, and maybe he can prove it.”

You have his full attention now.

Completely blind, he fumbles to help you out of your armor, fingers finding straps to undo as he feels your hurried movements assisting him. There’s a number of clanks as heavy plates fall to the floor, and he takes a moment to run his fingers over you, feeling the cloth of your tunic still separating his fingertips from the warmth of your skin. It has to come off. He tugs at it, signaling this, and you happily comply. Once you kick your pants and boots off, you stand before him, confident and completely naked, a smirk tugging at your lips as you work out what you want to do with him first.

Din drinks in the sight of your bare figure. It still feels like a rare occasion when he gets a full view like this – so used to the dim lights of the Crest, since it’s one of the few places you both feel comfortable removing your armor – but even those opportunities have become rare now that you had the Child to worry about. It was a blessing that you’d managed to get the little womp rat to sleep in the adjoining room, but then Din wasn’t surprised – despite your ability to come off tough and uncaring, you were better with the kid than he had ever been. If there was one thing the Child might inherit from him, it’s a deep adoration for you.

Even from this seated distance, he can see how smooth your skin looks, his thoughts triggering a kind of muscle memory in his fingertips as he recalls all the times he’s run them across it. He’s almost tempted to call this whole thing off and take you for himself, leaning forward ever-so-slightly, hands braced against the arms of the chair, then Cobb starts to run his hands down along your curves and he catches the way you glance back at him. He’s always caught off guard by your beauty when he’s lucky enough to see you without the helmet, forgetting just how much he’s missing out on when you wear it. As a smile slants across your face in his direction, he settles back into his seat, heart thudding in his chest. He’ll happily let you enjoy this, if only to have you look at him like that forever.

Cobb’s adjusting to compensate for the sense he’s had taken from him, guiding his fingers slowly over your body as he tries to picture how you must look. He starts with your shoulders and you remain completely still across from him, waiting patiently for him to take you in with the only method he’s got left. He feels you shiver as he brushes his fingernails over your neck, then he reaches up for your hair. It’s longer than he’s expecting, given you have to wear it under a helmet all day, but silky and soft. He spends a moment running his fingers through it and you take the opportunity to close the gap between the two of you, grasping the back of his neck to encourage him down to your shorter level so you can press your mouth to his. The kiss becomes heated and has you backing him towards the bed.

Pausing for a moment, voice breathless, you say, “You’re still dressed.” He grins and takes the hint. You watch as the layers of red are stripped off, then step in to help him with his belt, your mouths less than an inch apart, breath ghosting over each other’s lips as you watch his face for little reactions. Then he dips his head forward to find your lips again, both of you forgetting about his clothes for a moment as you become engrossed in the simple pleasure of the kiss. You feel him smile against your lips as your hands find his belt buckle once more, your fingers making quick, eager work of it. You pull back once it’s undone and let him take care of the rest, your gaze dropping down at the same moment his pants do to catch sight of what you’ll be working with. You’re happy with what you see. There was something to be said about a cocksure man with something to back it up.

Cobb resumes exploring your body as his fingers drift downwards this time; down your arms, briefly stopping to cup your breasts, smiling to himself when he rubs the pads of his thumbs across your hardened nipples and hears you sigh, then down along your sides, finally reaching your hips. His fingers dig in for a moment as he draws you in closer to his warm body, then in one swift movement, he scoops you up under your ass. You wrap your legs around him instinctively to keep you both steady and find yourself rewarded as his hot, hardened member unintentionally brushes against your folds. He has to stop for a moment when he feels how wet you already are, reminding himself he wants to take his time, despite the sudden urge to slide into you. He presses a couple more kisses to your cheek and neck, whatever skin he finds he can reach in this position, then carefully drops you down onto the sheets. They’re cool and refreshing after your long day in the desert heat, but you’d worked hard to set the room just right for your evening, sourcing these little luxuries in the short time you had after the fight with the dragon.

You lay back so your head’s pointing towards the foot of the bed, towards Din, where you can easily look back at your man. You do so now and feel the heat of his gaze even through his visor. You glance down at his hands, which still rest on the arms of the chair, and see his fingers clutching tightly at the wood.

Cobb feels his way up onto the bed, using the headboard to steady himself, looking to where he thinks you’ve landed, getting a feel for your position. He feels off-balance without his sight to help him. You’re still busy watching Din when a hand finds your thigh, and your attention is torn back to the marshal as he drops forward, caging your body with his arms. He presses warm, ticklish kisses down your belly, his close-cut beard scratching at your sensitive skin, using the intimate gesture to help guide him down to his intended destination. He ruts his throbbing erection against your thigh to help give him some relief, but that only seems to make it worse. Managing an impressive level of self-control, he shuffles back to give himself more room, then continues using his lips to map out your body. He starts at one of your knees, kissing his way down your thigh, catching the heavenly scent of your arousal as he nears your core. His face hovers above it, feeling the heat radiating off it like a sand dune at the end of a long, hot day, then he licks a stripe where your thigh meets your crotch, dangerously close you where you want him. Your hips rise ever-so-slightly off the bed to try and meet him, but he backs off, blowing cool air against you to tease. You reach down to run your fingers through his hair, urging him closer to you, and hear him emit a soft growl in response.

When his mouth finally finds your center, you both moan – his sending vibrations that rattle your already-buzzing nerve-endings, yours a little higher pitched as you find a craving finally satisfied. You’d been thinking about this since your first run-in on the day you’d arrived in Mos Pelgo, and the relief it brings to your needy body is better than you could imagine. Still, as his tongue continues to work you up, your pussy clenches with the need for something to be inside of you – a finger, a cock, at this point you don’t care – and you wonder how long he’s planning to take before he finally fucks you.

He starts slow, his tongue pointed and direct as it traces circles and lines over your clit, then the more he relaxes, the sloppier his movements become. You much prefer it that way. The sounds soon coming from between your thighs – a combination of wet slurps and his delighted groans – are as lewd as they are divine, and you’re already fast approaching your first orgasm. As he continues to fuck his tongue into you, your hips bucking mercilessly against his face, fingers twisted in his hair, he hears you mutter something. It sounds almost like a chant. Words he can’t make out. Another language.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. Ner cyar’ika.”

Din’s currently entranced by the way your body is moving, his gaze firmly directed at the man between your legs as your cries and whimpers reach his ears like a favorite symphony; his hips grinding in tiny movements against the chair in an attempt to get some relief. Then he catches the familiar words spilling from your lips. He stills. They’re words you had only ever said to him, and for a moment he thinks they’re being wasted on the marshal. Then he looks at your face, sees your neck curved back, and realizes all this praise is being directed at him. His heart swells – along with certain other body parts – to have you still be thinking about him while your pleasure is at the complete mercy of another man. He thinks he’s never loved you more than at this moment, just to know that you’re his. It takes every ounce of willpower he has left to remain seated.

The first shockwave of pleasure hits you harder than you’re expecting and the cry that rips from your throat, as if pulled from your very core, is so loud you wonder if the whole damn bar can hear you downstairs. As you ride through your waves of pleasure, your cries the only relief from the full-body torture, you think you probably don’t care. Let them hear. It’s a time for celebration, after all, and who’s to deny you yours.

By this time, Cobb’s slipped a couple of fingers inside of you, working you towards your second orgasm already, and you brace your body for the impending over-stimulation. Once his lips and tongue join in, you find it doesn’t take long; his deft fingers somehow managing to hit just the right spot as he presses a kiss to your thigh and curls his fingertips upwards. He keeps his fingers moving even as your whole body tenses up, your back arching off the bed, his tongue lapping at your clit as your mind goes blank. When you finally look back down at him to see a teasing smirk plastered on his face, along with the sheen of your juices, you know you can’t wait any longer. You push yourself up and take him by the shoulders, using the strength of your toned legs to flip him onto his back so you’re on top. He’s not expecting the sudden maneuver and releases an ‘oof’ then a soft chuckle.

“Sick of that already, darlin’?” he asks, face still wet and shining as he grins beneath you. Even with half of his face covered by the blindfold, he’s still a handsome motherfucker.

You smile back and trace a couple of fingers down his cheek, managing to gather up some of your slick as you go. Looking over at Din, you lift your fingers to your mouth and lick the residue off of them, grinning when you hear the strained growl that rasps through his modulator. It was always a roll of the dice whether or not he would fuck you after you’ve been with someone else, but that sound was all you needed to hear to know that you probably wouldn’t be making it back to the ship that night.

You turn your attention back to Cobb, finally responding, “I could do that all night, mesh’la, but if I don’t get you inside of me soon, my partner’s going to have to step in, and I don’t want you feeling left out.”

He hums, pleased by how forward you are, and grasps your hips to direct you over him. His grip loosens when you push a hand down on his chest, forcing him back into some semblance of submission, then he releases you completely when you reach back and take hold of him. You stroke your hand up and down his length a few times, smiling to yourself as he bucks into your hand, then finally lean forward to place it at your entrance. You hover over him, his tip angled inward to hold him in place, and your palms come down to his chest to force him to remain still. He takes the hint, even if his hips are free and every instinct is begging him to thrust. He can feel the warmth of you, how slick you are against him, and knows that all he needs to do to relieve the feeling is a quick buck of his hips, but there’s something about the weight of you on his chest that has him completely at your mercy. You feel the small movements of his indecision, his hips twitching below you, then when he’s least expecting it, you slide down, full engulfing him. The tortured whine that erupts from him is reward enough for your patience.

You start up at a rough pace, hands still pressed on his chest to balance you as you buck your hips and start to ride him. You look down at his hands and watch him clutching desperately at the sheets before he reaches back for you, hands hovering tentatively by your hips like he’s not sure you’ll allow it again. You grab hold of them and set them firmly against you. Taking the cue, he begins thrusting upwards. Soon, you’ve fallen into blissful sync, running your hands up to your chest and pinching at your nipples as you look back over at Din. His stance in the chair has changed since you last looked; his legs sitting a little wider, his body a little more slouched like he’s relaxed into it. His hands are back on his thighs, rubbing slowly at the beskar covering them, as if he’s fighting to keep them away from other parts of his body. Every so often you see his hips shift like he’s trying to gain some relief.

You’re caught off guard when Cobb sits up, but the new angle hits deeper and has you seeing stars. It’s put his face in a better position, his mouth now at level with your breasts, and as he pulls your body closer his lips and tongue latch onto one of your nipples. Your head drops back as you let out a deep moan and his thrusts begin to pick up, as if he’d been waiting for the signal. After being inside of your armor for almost a day straight, it’s a lot of sensation all at once, and with your pleasure fast approaching another peak, a familiar tightening in your lower belly, it’s almost hard to keep up.

“How’s that, sweetheart?” Cobb asks between panting breaths, running his fingers down your back until his hands are cupping your ass again. “You like that?”

“Fucking perfect,” you reply. You reach for the back of his neck, tilting his head back as you look down at him from your position on top, and you find it’s a turn on in itself to have this kind of power over the man. You gently tug on his hair, giving you both a minute to bask in your shared pleasure before you lean down for a sloppy kiss, both too far gone to care. The minute you’ve parted Cobb buries his face between your breasts, grunting and moaning against you as his thrusts grow slow and uneven. You think that maybe he’s close, but the man’s self-control has proven impressive so far – he’s not going to cum until you do.

The tightening in your lower belly stretches towards its peak, threatening to break. Almost as if he knows, Cobb leans back, ever-so-slightly changing the angle of his hips, and suddenly he’s hitting a different spot, as if he was saving it for the perfect moment. Your pitch changes and you’re holding onto the man for dear life as your body goes into involuntary spasms around him, your fingers clawing against his back for purchase as he holds you tightly against him and forces you to ride it out. He pulls out at the last minute, since you’re currently so outside of your own body that you can’t remember to tell him to do so (and he gets the feeling your partner isn’t the type to let him mark you like that) and you feel warm spurts along your belly as he shoots his load against you, his strained groans adding one final note of obscenity to round off your pleasure.

It takes you both a moment to return to your senses, and you lean down to kiss him again, ignoring the sticky sensation on your skin as you let the simple pleasure ground you. As you slip back onto the sheets, disentangling yourself from him, you look around for something to clean yourself up with but come up short.

“Just use the sheets,” Cobb tells you, like he’s reading your mind, “I’ll wash’em up later.”

Your gaze narrows, though you’re too hopped up on endorphins to be concerned about much of anything right now. “Can you see through that thing?”

He grins as he falls back onto the bed, utterly spent, and shakes his head. “Just figured you wouldn’t be too keen on keeping my mess on you too long,” he replies, and it’s enough of an answer for you.

“I could have said the same to you before,” you reply.

“I don’t think I’m wrong in sayin’ yours is much finer than mine. If there wasn’t a drop left to drink in this town, I think I’d find a way to live on what you just gave me.”

You chuckle, still soaking in your blissful afterglow. “All your townsfolk would go thirsty,” you comment with a smile.

“And it might just be worth it.”

You know he doesn’t mean that – not after everything he’s gone through to save the town – but the sentiment is nice all the same, and you show him your gratitude with another kiss, intending to make it your last. Then it deepens, grows heated, and you find you have to pull away to gain back a little self-control. You part, both of you laughing, satisfied, and you reach for the sheets to wipe yourself down. Your skin still feels sticky afterward, but you doubt there’s much in the way of hot showers right now considering the water situation in the town, so you’re content to wait until you reach the Razor Crest, knowing you’re at least guaranteed better bathing in its refresher.

As you look at Din, at the ruined way he’s sitting even though he hasn’t even touched you or himself yet, you think that if you both even manage to make it as far as the Razor Crest, you’re definitely guaranteed a better bathing experience.

“So, how’s this work? We never see each other again?” Cobb asks, hands resting behind his head, looking in your general direction with the blindfold still respectfully secured across his eyes.

You look over at him as you begin to redress, beginning with your socks, still conscious of Din’s heated gaze on your back as you purposely bend over in front of him to pull them on. “Not usually.”

You catch the quick way the corner of the marshal’s mouth pulls down in a click, realizing he’s disappointed by this news, and then glance over your shoulder at Din. He’s inched forward in his seat, elbows resting on his knees, hands hanging lazily between his legs, as his gaze rests between your legs where you still glisten from your romp, and it takes him a moment to tear his eyes away and look up. But he seems to catch the meaning in your glance. His helmet tilts slightly to the right – consideration.

You smile and step towards him in nothing but your socks, running your fingers down the sides of his helmet affectionately. He finally allows himself to reach out and touch you, his gloved hands grabbing handfuls of your ass, cold steel helmet resting against your belly, as you look back at the marshal.

“But I might find a way to make an exception.”

A grin blooms on Cobb’s face as he imagines all the things he’s yet to do to you – or, perhaps even better, all the things you’re yet to do to him. “I sure hope so.”

And honestly? So do you.

#din djarin x reader #cobb vanth x reader #mando x reader #fic request #the mandalorian

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fizzingwizard · 4 years ago

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Go ahead y’all ask me how I am... do it, I DARE you... after Digimon Adventure: episode 50 - the 1999 equivalent of which, I feel compelled to mention, was “Jou’s Battle,” when Taichi strategically splits his group apart with the goal of gathering the whole team for the final confrontation - I think my emotional state can best be described like this:

meme so funny haha

but the truth is I’m very sad. I just can’t with this show anymore. I don’t know if I’ll continue to review future episodes. Actually, as I was watching this one, I thought it was the final episode, even though I knew there were supposed to be more and it hadn’t been hyped as the finale at all. I just thought, “What else can they do after this? It seems like the kind of ending this shitshow would get. At least it will be a relief to not watch it every week anymore.”

However, let’s be clear that this is NOT the finale. I’m gonna watch till the very end, but idk if I have it in me even to make these depressing little reviews. At first it was fun, then it was meh... I held out and the show got fun again, but the last month or so have been such a drag. And this week’s episode is just the final straw. So we’ll see.

Anyway real episode review below the cut. Warning: I hated everything except for Taichi’s face so it’s mostly caps of him.

Pic of the day:

“At this rate... I’m gonna request a transfer to Boruto...” /Sanpei Yuuko joke

More below

Last week big bad Millenniumon appeared to be resurrected. Here he is.

Totally lacking a clear motivation other than “destroy the world...” Even in appearance, ALL of Devimon’s evolutions mid-season were WAY scarier.

Turns out Taichi and Agumon have faceplanted on this hunk of rock, which immediately breaks off and sends them catapulting earthward.

Wind noise what? Taichi and Agumon encourage each other while freefalling.

Agumon: Hey shouldn’t we have broken every bone in our bodies by now

Taichi: I once broke my leg tripping over Hikari’s hairbrush. This is starting to seem silly.

Meanwhile the others awaken inside what Tailmon explains is a cut-off dimension created by Millenniumon, where they will eventually fall into a dreamless sleep forever and ever.

Millenniumon’s power is immense and he makes volcanos erupt. So his power is he gives the earth digital acne.

Yamato evolves MetalGarurumon and stars just attacking the walls (of... the endless void... lol). This appears to slow Millenniumon down in a total rip-off of the way cooler way Koushirou slowed Diaboromon down in Our War Game.

The Holy Digimon are inspired by Taichi’s courage to fight wheeee I didn’t realize they were having problems with that

no kidding

Taichi fights a lot and escapes certain death a lot. Even when he and WarGreymon take a head-on hit and are sent spiraling into the ocean. Still fine because THE POWER OF BELIEF

Chumbawumba: I get knocked down but I get up again you’re never gonna keep me down

WarGreymon is able to knock the black ball thingy out of Millenniumon’s mouth. This is fortunate because it’s what contains Yamato and friends and now they are able to free themselves thanks to the Holy Digimon, who randomly start acting like the Crests are important. But since we don’t know what they are *cough* they just call them “everyone’s hopes!”

Now let’s interrupt my mocking to appreciate an adorable Taichi waking up face:

Alll the d’aaaaawwwww

... Aaaand his back is broken x’DDD

The HolyDigimon have evolved to Ultimate level! More on that later. First, they divided the group in halves with them, because because. Hikari gets Taichi, Sora, and Koushirou, and Takeru gets Yamato, Jou, and Mimi.

So yes... those Ultimate evolutions... Tailmon becomes Magnadramon and Patamon becomes... GODDRAMON, GOD OF STEELY ABS

no seriously thats all I could think. Magnadramon is all soft and fluffy looking and then Goddramon is like “I HAVE SMALL HEAD HUGE BODY ABS ABS UNTIL KINGDOM COME, VERY MACHO”

He punches Millenniumon in the mouth, of course.

Millenniummon considerately starts to melt. Thank you, Millenniumon. We wouldn’t want Goddramon’s ego to get bruised.

There’s a few good attacks here - I liked Magnadramon’s Apocalypse attack - but like who even cares. The animation is so half-assed that there’s nothing really to appreciate.

Just when it seems Millenniumon’s defeated, he comes back like... this. It’s enormous. Even Koushirou’s digimon analyzer doesn’t know what it is.

Lopmon does though!

bahahaha

but wait what’s this

sparks! are they fireflies????

no they are the hopes and wishes of all the Digimon we’ve met on our journey! how lovely and inspiring! what are they saying?

hopes and wishes: I DONT WANNA DIE I DONT WANNA DIE I DONT WANNA DIE

now I shall spam Taichi looking adorable while being as cliche as an anime protagonist can get.

Good heavens, WHY. WHY WHY WHY. I looooooove Taichi (obviously) but WHY is he the one fighting here?? First it was Taichi, then it was Goddramon/Magnadramon, and now it’s... back to Taichi??? FOR WHAT REASON???

I mean the reason is, we don’t know anyone else well enough to cheer for them the way we cheer for Taichi. As cool as the Holy Digimon are meant to be, I guess the one thing the producers realized is that, uh, they’ve only spent time building up Taichi (and even that, while they’ve done a lot of it, they haven’t done it well).

Kinda cool death scene.

Our heroes wake up no worse for the wear. Millenniumon is gone. Everyone is together and happy. I’m just spamming Taichi again.

his face when Mimi gives him the corsage

Taichi: “Wtf, what is this, is this supposed to mean something??? also didn’t we see this burn to a crisp a few frames ago??”

And we end with a blue sky, which is both the most beautifully animated frame as well as the most Digimon Adventure-like scene in the entire episode -____-

So, like I said, I was all prepared for this to be the inauspicious ending, despite what I’d heard about the number of episodes. But nope, there’s more. Although I’m frustrated beyond belief, I’m somewhat relieved because this does mean there’s still potential to recover somewhat from this utter train wreck of a battle. The big problem is that Millenniumon is a TERRIBLE villain.

The other problem is that the show HASN’T been terrible the whole time. It’s been up and down a lot, but the ups were very much there, and they gave us some stuff I found pretty interesting. Like, I really wanted to know more about what the heck went down between Taichi and DoneDevimon - the fact that only Yamato has any idea about it (Takeru too but he’s a baby) hasn’t been addressed. Then there’s the connections between Devimon and Angemon, SkullKnightmon and Tailmon. Those have been addressed, technically, but they left sooo much room for more.

Then there’s things like the kids’ family situations - my guess is we’ll end up back in the human world at some point quite soon - which were hinted at back when most of the team was exiled to the human world. Really want to see that expanded on.

Mosty of all, what gave me any positive vibes about this reboot at all was the first three episodes, which were pretty good overall - did a lot of things different but still preserved what I felt was most important. We saw Koushirou coming into his own, Yamato being standoffish and slowly opening up, and Taichi being the glue that keeps things together. Those first three episodes are arguably better than the rest of the show combined. And I bet it’s no coincidence that they predate covid-19 (sort of - I mean, covid was already a thing and around, Japan just hadn’t started caring much about it yet).

Episode 4 is when we started hitting misteps, and that’s also when the show went on brief hiatus due to covid. It never got back what made those first three episodes so promising, even during the highs.

I’ll make a list of the things I liked sometime, but I suppose the main points are the ones I mentioned above, plus the arc with Ogremon, and the kids getting new evolutions not seen in 99 Adventure (well, by “kids” I mostly mean Taichi tho - but I thought it meant everyone would get them. Technically, Takeru just did.)

So yeah. I’m so done with this show and the things is, I just love Digimon Adventure so much, it meant so much to me as a kid. I didn’t expect the same show. I think my expectations were set at a reasonable level, though I knew I had to be cautious about comparing the now and the before too much. This show just hasn’t been able to live up to 99 Adventure, but that’s not even my issue - it’s that it doesn’t live up to other current children’s cartoons either. It’s got no heart. Just think about that, Digimon has got no heart. It’s literally all about the connection between kids and their partners, kids and their friends, kids and their families, and it has no heart! That is failure. It says to me that something got confused in production - there wasn’t enough money, or there was too much staff turnover thanks to covid, etc, and people just lost sight of the story they were planning to tell.

That’s what I think happened. It can’t be fixed at this point, but I’ll still watch till the end and hope for the best. At least maybe I’ll get more Taichi pics to spam.

I probably need to rewatch 99 Adventure soon to get my soul back.

Next week, apparently the Crests will finally matter. My hope is that this whole debacle with Millenniumon is gonna turn out to have been a cover for something much bigger and less boring going on. Millenniumon didn’t even get a villain monologue. He reminded me of the way Mugendramon had been somewhat, more like a puppet than his own person. Makes me wonder if the Vademon were up to more than simply resurrecting a vanquished evil. Here’s hoping.

#fizz watches digimon 2020 #digimon adventure 2020 #digimon adventure:#digimon reboot #digimon adventure psi #digi spoilers #digimon

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lilikags · 4 years ago

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Oh, To Communicate With People Who Don’t Like You

ೃ‧₊› a b o u t t h i s p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Kenma Kozume x fem! reader ➮ Series: Back to Me ➮ Tags: fluff, royal au, reincarnation au ➮ Part: 7 ➮ Word Count: 1649

You woke up just a couple hours before you would arrive home. The ride home was rather peaceful; nothing noteworthy happened as you were sleeping, as much as you were aware. The only thing you were concerned about was that your butt ached, from sitting in the carriage. It didn't have the best seats, you had to admit. While it was very good compared to some other ones, car chairs were definitely 1000% better, really.

When you arrived home, you were still kind of tired. Well, it was only natural, as you slept in the carriage for only a few hours. So, you went back to your room and took a nap, and you awoke in the evening. It was just about time for dinner, and the chef had prepared (favorite food) for you, which you thoroughly enjoyed. It was a pretty calm day, and it was nice to have.

You spent the rest of the days studying and enjoying your time, doing some of both. There was definitely stuff you could touch up on better, but you didn't want to spend your time cramming again. Ya gotta live while you're young, y'know? Work hard, play hard, that kind of thing. It's important to do both, your parents would always say.

A few days after you arrived back home, you received a letter telling you that the results will be announced in a few days at the palace. So, a few days later, you went to the palace to receive your results.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

When you arrived at the palace, you were led to a small room with exactly enough chairs for all the candidates. You were told to sit at whichever chair you wished, so you sat in the back as to not gather attention. Most of them were already there, though by all means you weren't late at all. People always liked being early, but everyone really had to be so early, huh. Many of them had small talk between themselves while waiting, but you stared out the window, watching the workers below.

Lots of interesting things happened within the workers. That was probably why gossip was so common among them. Or perhaps that was just a general hobby, you didn't know. You saw a garden worker cut his fingers on a shear, a young boy who probably was just hired. You wondered why such people were hired; wouldn't the royal family have only the best workers to maintain their property? Around the same time, a maid rushed through the diameter of the garden, seemingly in a big rush. You had no idea what that was for; she wasn't holding anything to hint at it. That would be a topic of gossip among them, for sure.

"I apologize for my lateness. Please excuse me," someone said as they entered the room. You looked towards the door, and you found Langelica there. It was very unlike her to be late; she was usually quite early to any sort of meeting or party. "Langelica, may I inquire as to why you are late?" her highness asked. "Your majesty, a fight had broken out between two of the guards by the gate; I could not stand there and watch. I had them both disciplined and they would not cause such a ruckus again. They are both in the infirmary for the day and are being taken care of. The incident has been closed," she answered. She literally had to make that more dramatic, huh.

"You are excused," her majesty said, as she turned to face all the girls gathered in the room. "You have been called here today to discuss the results of the first stage. The top three scores have been given to: Langelica-" There was a round of applause for her, very expected. "Daphne," there was another round of applause, and she curtsied for the crowd. "and Amalia." There was a last round of applause for Amalia, and the excitement died down within seconds- or perhaps the "excitement" was all fake.

Her majesty continued, "The people I am about to list are those who have passed." All the girls listened intently, hoping to hear their names. "Asimina, Ismene, Melissa, Faye, and..." All the remaining girls looked at each other, as if saying, "It better not be your name that she calls next."

"(y/n)."

Everyone but her highness was surprised. You could practically read their minds; it was so obvious. Some had the (y/n)?! I thought she was planning to flunk the test on purpose. I thought she didn't care for the throne? What's the change of heart? face, others had the The rumors... they must've been true. But why would (y/n) ever just start trying now? Isn't that strange? look.

Her highness looked pleasantly surprised at the girls' reactions, then moved on to the next point that all the girls who passed needed to hear, "In the next test, you will be assigned a date at which you will meet with diplomats from different countries. I have chosen them carefully, and I will send you all of those who passed a letter which describes the topic and date for the meeting. You will also be assigned partners for this stage, and you will be informed of them in the letter as well. You are dismissed."

She nodded and scanned the room for any questions, then left to attend to other things. Everyone soon started leaving too, either their dreams crushed or thinking about the next stage of the competition.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

The day after the meeting, you received the letter. It described that your day would be in exactly one week, and the topic was the disputable western border. Your partner: Langelica. You wondered why she paired you with Langelica. Did she take pity on you? Or was she being harsh and having you compete with Langelica in the same meeting?

You didn't know, and that didn't matter. All you needed to do was pass. You sent a letter to Langelica, asking to meet, so that you both would be on the same page when you went to the meeting. She agreed, and you met at a café in town for a lighter mood. The two of you discussed the details and some arguments you could make in favor of the kingdom.

Langelica was like the perfect student; she had basically flawless ideas on paper, and she was known for being good at public speaking. You definitely didn't have a reputation for any of those, sadly. You would probably be ignored while she debated with the delegates. Well, if it's a free carry, it's good right? If it was not, then, well, you didn't know what you would do.

After a couple of meets, the two of you decided you were alright with what you had worked out and waited for your day to come.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Langelica was there first, probably a couple minutes earlier. You were pretty early, and it would probably be a waste of time to be any earlier. You sat there with her and went over the details a little bit, then sat in a silence other than the sounds of tea being sipped. You looked at the clock in the corner of the room maybe a little too often, which showed your nervousness. "Lady (L/n), don't be nervous," Langelica said, and you nodded.

They were supposed to arrive at 2:30; it was 2:28 and there was no sign of the diplomats. You waited another 5 minutes; no one arrived. Then another 5 minutes, and two old men in suits came through the door.

"Welcome, diplomats of Riles," Langelica greeted. "I am Langelica of Barswald, and this is lady (f/n) of (l/n)." The two diplomats greeted the two of you as well, then the negotiation began. It was a bit more intense that you imagined. Arguing wasn't exactly your forte, but you managed. Langelica seemed to carry most of it, presenting many of her ideas she had written down earlier. They all seemed very good compromises in favor of the kingdom, while still letting Riles benefit from it a little. Still, the two old men continued to argue. They wanted it more in their favor; that was only natural. The one to back down first forfeits the upper hand in the deal.

With these strangely stubborn customers, you felt you had to help out a little. They told Langelica that she was all paper and no experience, which caught right on. Langelica froze, knowing that this hit very hard to heart. She knew everything by textbook, everything on paper, how everything should go to plan- but she didn't know how to adapt. Sure, she had several options to go with, but she still figured things had to go her way since they worked out on paper. That's where you stepped in. You started talking a bit more sense, than some fancy terms you hadn't really studied that much.

You boiled it down to the simplest thing: they wanted to extend the border to land that was "rightfully theirs", while the kingdom currently holds it. You presented the history over that land, which you had discussed with Langelica, in the most common sense possible. Instead of using strategies used by famous figures in history that you didn't understand, you thought cause and effect; if you did this, what would happen?, and you explained it. You told stories of how you thought what would happen to the people living there if they extended the borders, how they would react, etc.- you put them in the people's shoes. Human emotions are a powerful thing, and people respond to them accordingly.

With that, you and Langelica gained the upper hand in the deal and you went home after dinner. Since the palace was a bit far from both of your estates, you decided to get dinner in town, nearby the palace. You called over a carriage and the two of you found a nice restaurant and ate there. The two of you felt a bit closer now; you had seen Langelica's weaker side, and she saw a side of you no one else had seen. Langelica seemed a bit more human; you seemed more up-to-standard than others thought. There's always a side hidden from everyone else.

『••✎••』 Extra Info * ˚ ✦ ⇢ If you haven’t read the other parts, find them here!

A/N: Hey guys! It's Lili here haha. I put this off for like, what, 2? 3 days? Then I wrote it all today hAhA whoops. Anyways, I hoped you liked this! I would really like to hear your opinions/comments; it really warms my heart when I see someone comment <3 Of course, if you don't feel like it you don't have to of course. I love ya all!

#kenma kozume #lili kags #back to me #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #part 7

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lilyhoshikawa · 4 years ago

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For Blake, 1, 2, 5, 10, 19, 28, 30, 37, 40, 48, 60!

1: What is your character’s biggest fear?

Hmm this is a tough one I think… a lot of their worst fears have come true, but I think the main one right now is betrayal. There are very few people in their life they trust and rely on or hold close, so the thought of losing the people they cling to is a lot. Their relationship with much of the world is disingenuous so the few people they can be honest with they have full trust for, and that trust is fragile and terrifying.

2: What is your character’s favorite memory?

This is an easy one! The sunflower isn’t just vague symbolism, it’s the direct connection to what is arguable Blake’s only good memory in life, the sunflower field a short distance from their house where they stayed all afternoon to escape the chaos of their household. They spent time there immersing themselves in the nearby forest, the natural beauty and writing in their journal. It was peaceful, quiet, and maybe bittersweet, but it was solace, and that was all they could ask for. Even now, those memories are fondly held close to them in the journal they’ve now retrieved.

5: Describe your character’s dream date.

Oh gosh… this is so difficult dhdkfj. I haven’t thought much abt Blake’s romantic life bc no romantic options are currently viable really, they wouldn’t date anyone who they aren’t already honest with and that list is two people long. They also have all that gender stuff to work through and that’s a big factor in it as well. When it boils down to it I think what they want in a romantic partner is similar to their wants in life, nothing grandiose, just… peace, calm, consistency and safety. A place where they can be themselves and feel home, feel like they belong there. A person who feels like home to them, I guess.

10: Would your character ever kill someone?

Yes! And they often daydream about it dhdjfjf. Blake hides their very-murderous intent behind the veneer of “I want to reopen the case to catch whoever ruined my life by framing me and killed my mother” but the subtext there is “I will absolutely take justice into my own hands” and they’ve potentially got the means to do it in Fractals. This is of course merely their emotional desire at the moment and as time goes on and events unfold, it’s possible that those feelings can change, or that they may not ever need to take matters into their own hands if things work out properly. Blindly killing someone isn’t really their style anyway, it would kind of ruin their integrity- it’s all about justice for them.

19: What is your character’s deepest, darkest secret?

Well I’d say no spoilers, but most of it is known in the existing backstory shdjdbdb. They keep a lot of things locked up but none of it is earth-shattering on its own. The abuse at home, the rampant abuse by police, the cultivating of a public image and stringing along their fans while hiding their true self, all of that. They tend to keep a pretty tight wrap on their past out of a lack of trust, but there’s nothing in that that isn’t already somewhat known I guess. Honestly their BIGGEST secret is probably the gender stuff, bc that’s all stuff they keep to themselves, sans a hint or two in the campaign.

28: What pet would your xharacter like to have?

A cat. For one, because I’m Jane, but also because they’d probably find a dog or other such animal too difficult. They already visit the cat café so often because they enjoy the company of cats who will just kinda chill with you and keep you company and hang out, and they’d probably like to have one around a potential house if they ever have their own.

30: Would your character have any hobbies?

Yeah. Obviously the biggest one is that they’re an avid reader, especially of detective novels. They’ve almost always got one with them. They’re also fond of games like chess, shogi, go, as well as a variety of card games. They also like to take care of flowers.

37: Do people have justified grudges against your character?

Haha yeah. Half the party has been directly insulted by them at this point in a passive way, in particular Lena, who they basically called a disaster while she was having a breakdown over the stress of probably dying in Fractals. Sakio isn’t really one to hold grudges but they definitely weren’t a fan of Blake taking advantage of Amil’s emotional state to get some information out of them. Small things like that, people who spend enough time around Blake probably get insulted once or twice and it’s entirely fair to dislike them for it. There are, of course, also unjustified grudges, like the police detective who hates Blake’s guts for complicating the open-and-shut murder case they were supposed to be framed for.

40: What would be your character’s favorite school subject?

English / Language Arts, of course, they’re the pompous know-it-all who’s gonna spend 40 minutes of classtime waxing poetic about the anticapitalist themes of the picture of dorian gray and they’re gonna enjoy every second of it. They’ll recite some bullshit quotes in the middle of battle just to prove they’ve read literary classics. Absolute fucking loser nerd.

48: How would your character type?

They’re actually pretty slow, on account of growing up poor without much access to internet or computers and subsequently spending much of their life in prison. They caught on quick once they were able to use computers and phones for schoolwork, but they’re not a whiz by any means, u can probably type faster than them.

60: If you could title your character’s life, what would it be?

I’m gonna stick with the name I gave their playlist which I’m very proud of, which is “Pretty Boys Don’t Have Scars”.

#rambles #meme response #oc tag #Blake Leto

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fallynleaf · 4 years ago

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(This is under a cut because it’s a long post about wrestling awards, but it’s also about creative storytelling in bleak conditions, the incredible emotional power of stories about love, and Japanese women’s wrestling taking important strides in bucking the idol-culture-esque trend where joshi wrestlers are expected to retire before they get married)

I don’t really put much stock into wrestling awards, because it’s all extremely subjective, and many of them, like the Tokyo Sports Awards, are heavily kayfabed/politicked anyway, but the 2020 Net Pro-Wrestling Awards, which were voted on by fans in Japan, were really fascinating to me.

The top 10 promotions were [source]:

NJPW

NOAH

DDT

Stardom

Muscle

TJPW

AEW

ChocoPro

AJPW

Ice Ribbon

This list is interesting, because it basically reflects the direction our own discord server’s interest took this year (though we’d probably rank them in a different order). The top promotions in our server currently are probably NJPW, NOAH, TJPW, Stardom, DDT, AEW, and ChocoPro, (not necessarily in that order). I’ve spent a lot of time over the past year thinking about which companies did the best job, creatively, with having to adapt to pandemic-era wrestling conditions, and I think this list reflects that somewhat. Many of these companies produced matches and performers that really stood out despite putting on shows in less than ideal conditions.

I’m especially happy that ChocoPro did as well as it did (beating WWE, you love to see it). It’s a very small promotion, but out of all of the companies in the list, it’s the only one that was specifically designed to operate in pandemic conditions, and it has a genuinely innovative format that was born from that. It’s also very accessible! ChocoPro operates with a no paywall model, and it’s distributed on youtube completely for free!

Also, four of these companies are directly part of the DDT family (and ChocoPro has extensive DDT connections), and two others (AEW and NJPW) currently have former DDT wrestlers as their world champions. I constantly think about how DDT has had more influence on the wrestling industry as a whole than most people really give it credit for, haha, but 2020 really proved that. DDT is simply better at creative adaption than most.

The top 10 MVP list was [source]:

Go Shiozaki (NOAH)

Tetsuya Naito (NJPW)

Hiromu Takahashi (NJPW)

Tetsuya Endo (DDT)

Minoru Fujita

Kota Ibushi (NJPW)

El Desperado (NJPW)

Kenta (NJPW)

Asuka (WWE)

Katsuhiko Nakajima (NOAH)

Fans voted Go Shiozaki as the top MVP of 2020, and that made me happy, because it’s very deserved!! He narrowly missed out on receiving the Tokyo Sports MVP award, so I’m glad to see him recognized here. Go truly did carry NOAH throughout 2020, and he really put the company back on the map again for many people.

I had no interest in watching NOAH before this year, but I ended up watching Go Shiozaki vs Kazuyuki Fujita from the March 29 show because I heard so much about it, and it blew me away. I’ve already talked about this match in bits and pieces; it’s the one that starts with a literal 30-minute staredown. It was a very avant garde decision to make, because it changes the entire structure of the match (it was a title match with a 60-minute time limit), and it’s something they never could have gotten away with if they’d had a crowd in the venue. But, performing in an empty arena, they could do it. It’s amazing how compelling it can be, just watching two wrestlers stare at each other, but it was really, really cool.

That match was Go’s first title defense (he won the GHC title shortly before the pandemic shut everything down), and he’s really had quite the run with the title ever since. The next thing he did that got me to tune back in to NOAH was when he got betrayed by his tag partner (Katsuhiko Nakajima, number 10 on the list), which of course pushed all of my favorite wrestling narrative buttons.

There’s just something about Go that makes him so compelling. It was even enough to get some friends of mine who primarily root for heels to really want him to succeed, haha. And I just really have to commend him for that. He was a late-blooming ace tasked with the incredibly rough responsibility of representing his company through a dramatic business shakeup while also weathering a global pandemic that drastically affected every aspect of the wrestling medium itself, and he was still able to put on innovative performances and tell very emotional stories and bring in new fans even in less than ideal conditions.

Some highlights from the list of top matches [source]:

1. Hiromu Takahashi vs El Desperado (12/11) NJPW 2. Go Shiozaki vs Katsuhiko Nakajima (11/22) NOAH 3. Go Shiozaki vs Kazuyuki Fujita (3/29) NOAH 4. Go Shiozaki vs Takashi Sugiura (12/6) NOAH 5. Tetsuya Naito vs Kazuchika Okada (1/5) NJPW 6. Go Shiozaki vs Kenoh (8/10) NOAH 7. Yuka Sakazaki vs Mizuki (11/7) TJPW 9. Tetsuya Endo vs Daisuke Sasaki (11/3) DDT 10. Kazuchika Okada vs Kota Ibushi (1/4) NJPW 11. Tetsuya Naito vs Hiroshi Tanahashi (9/20) NJPW 16. Hyper Misao vs Super Sasadango Machine (11/20) TJPW

There are a few things that really stand out to me here (I omitted matches from promotions that I don’t watch because I can’t speak to those). The first is that Go is all over this list lol. He’s in four of the top ten matches!

The second thing is that wrestling fans really enjoy stories about love. This is the least surprising thing to me, because those kinds of stories are ultimately why I watch this medium, but it’s still amazing to see that reflected in lists like this. In the list above, the top ranked matches in NJPW (#1), NOAH (#2), TJPW (#7), and DDT (#9) are all matches that are explicitly about love. They’re all different stories and different matches, but love is at the core of all of them.

I giffed all four of those matches (linked above!), and wrote up a short explanation of the stories for everything except for Despy/Hiromu, who have a dynamic that is too complicated for me to attempt to summarize. But they have explicitly described their feelings for each other as “love,” and have talked about their matches in terms of “making love.” I also wrote up a post about those three NOAH, TJPW, and DDT matches specifically.

It’s amazing to me how wrestling is, on its surface, a medium that revolves around hate and competition, but beneath that, it’s really a medium about love and cooperation. There’s simply far more at stake in a match between wrestlers who love each other (or who once loved each other) than there is in a match between wrestlers who hate each other.

I was surprised but happy to see that Hyper Misao vs Super Sasadango Machine got number 16 on this list, even though that match really did a number on me emotionally. This match was incredibly nontraditional. It involved a retirement announcement, a powerpoint presentation, a Bachelorette parody, a poetry contest, a retirement match, an unretirement, and a marriage announcement.

Misao started off by announcing that she was retiring, which devastated me. But by the end of the match, she decided that she wasn’t going to retire until peace and love had returned to the world, and she also decided that she wasn’t going to wait to pursue her other dream, too, which was to get married. Her husband-to-be came out into the ring, and the company put out a marriage announcement up on the website, and everybody cheered and celebrated the announcement. Misao became the first married wrestler on the TJPW roster.

This might not seem notable, but there are very, very few Japanese women wrestlers who are married and who are still actively wrestling. Joshi wrestlers often have very short careers and early retirements, and it is common for them to quit wrestling in order to get married. Misao also started her wrestling career fairly late: she began wrestling at 25, and almost quit at 30. In addition to all of that, she loves wrestling very unconventional matches (case in point: this one), and worries that her nontraditional style isn’t what fans are interested in seeing.

So, considering all of that, I love the fact that this match is getting so much positive recognition. It was very creative and emotional, and the reception to it really demonstrates how much the fans truly love Misao, as unconventional as she may be, and how happy we all are that she decided to get married and keep wrestling. I hope this match helps pave the way for other joshi wrestlers, too.

As always with awards like these, I wish there was more women’s wrestling represented, but it’s fascinating to look back at a year like the one we just had, and think about some of the things that resonated with me, and how those same things were received by other fans.

#idk what i set out to accomplish when i started typing this but this post extremely got away from me #i spent a couple hours writing this to MAYBE get one single note on tumblr dot com instead of working on my fic ajkfghdgjk #wrassling

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smalltowndetective · 4 years ago

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💌💍🧲💔 for Andrew?

Hey Meggers! Thank you so much for the ask! You are wonderful! Sorry I’m getting to these late!

And for Andrew let’s see-

Emoji character asks

(There is a mildly nsft question here- it’s nothing explicit, but warning nonetheless!)

💌 What kind of love notes/messages do they leave their partner?

(Such a good question really, since I do have an idea about this on my WIP list for Andrew and Sally haha!) But in the more platonic way first- Andrew does leave messages on post-it notes for Nick and Sally whenever they seem to having something bothering them, normally something very simple, like “You’re doing great! :D” or something like that, often doing his best to hide them in places he knows they’ll find them. (Well, surprise for Sally at least haha!) Though they may not be the ones who’s mind acts like a leaky faucet, Andrew is incredibly perceptive, and can normally tell these sorts of things from people who really try to hide it. But when he and Sally actually start dating- oh boy. He still does this, but he has to graduate from post-it notes to notebook paper because he starts to run out of space haha! I wouldn’t go as far as to call them love letters, but they get more in depth and really know what to say when she is feeling down. :)

💍 What are their thoughts on marriage?

At current moment, Andrew really hasn’t given much thought to it, mostly because you know, he’s 20, and still sees it as far off. (And well, the overall plot of mind blind isn’t exactly letting him think much about it either haha!) Though, he does like the idea of it, and would be thrilled if his partner wanted the same. He’s a not-so-secret hopeless romantic, and also an extremely easy one to fluster with romantic gestures, so this would be something that he absolutely adores. Thinking about it, he would probably be the one to propose (mostly because he would be the one would, in a relationship, probably have the idea first, but if his partner was the one to propose, he would have no issue with it- though he might still try to get his partner an engagement ring anyway haha!) But in short I guess, has very positive thoughts about it, and would be something that he would really want to do in the future!

🧲 What’s an easy way to turn them on/get them riled up?

This may not be the exact answer to this question, but nevertheless, it is what came to my mind first. Drawing attention to the lips is something that will immediately catch his attention, whether by biting or running the tongue over then, especially making eye contact while doing it. It’s something small, and probably innocuous, but it has that impact all the same. (Again, something that comes up in a fic I’ll probably never post haha!)

💔 What could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

I mean, there is the obvious things (like cheating, which would hurt for anyone, but it especially hurts with Andrew just because of how loyal he is), but disregarding all of that, honesty is something that he values a lot. Mostly because he’s so authentic, and from having his brain read by every Ment in the world, he’s used to being that way, and sees no shame in being who he is. (His accepting stat is the highest of any of my Buttons, though he does have some buried guilt) He’s upfront about everything, and if his partner lied to him at all? It would really sting, and would probably start to wonder what he had done wrong in order to make them feel like they had to lie in the first place. And if this did, you’ll know, Ment or not. Andrew wears his emotions on his sleeve, and gets very obviously hurt, and at this point, no about of what life has thrown at him has made him drawl back into himself just yet.

#Button: Andrew Wiseman #oc questions #dwead-piwate-meggers #mild nsft #mild ns*w #thank you again for asking meggers!#You are the best!#The amount of ideas I have for him- unmatched #Now to find time to write them all haha!

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luvuwite · 4 years ago

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all, go

i hate you

1. What was the last present you gave?

uMMMM probably a commission i gave to pancake (archie/vivi)

2. What was the last present you received?

i dunno? if its a doodle then i got that a week back!

3. What animal best represents your personality?

from the oOoOO spirit animal tests i took im a snek

4. What are you most afraid of?

sometimes my own mind EYES EMOJI

5. Who is your favourite villain?

HMMMMMMM probably like,, megamind i love him

6. Who is your favourite family member? (we all have one, admit it)

MY SISTERRRR

7. If you could name your own planet what would it be called?

myanus

8. Stars or Moon?

stars!!

9. Do you have/want kinds?

if my other partner wants them, sure

10. What is your greatest life goal?

making it this far

11. What is something you can’t live without?

soup

12. What is a place you associate with your childhood?

one of the parks near the store-area

13. How was your first kiss/how would you like your first kiss to go?

i never kissed, so i wouldn’t know, but pls,,,ask for consent,,, and warn me if we gonna kiss or not,,,,,

14. What is some life advice you have acquired?

ive learned a lil’ bit, but one of em probably has to be to just be like,, dont cry over something you know is fake, at least thats what i remember atm HAHA

15. Who in history has influenced you?

bruh i dont like history idk

16. What is something strange that you think about often?

h,,,hopless romantic noISIJEIORQ AHHAHA i like to think about weird scenarios in my head basically

17. Baths or Showers?

showrr i get shy with myself in baths

18. Tea of Coffee?

coffee

19. Alcohol or soft drink?

alchohol bad brisk brisk brisk

20. Writing or typing?

typing since its easier

21. What is you most favourite thing in your bedroom?

my bed its sexy and comfy

22. Spontaneous holiday! Where are you going and with who?

wait what UH I DONT KNOW probably just close close friends and family

23. Introverted or Extraverted?

i have my moments with both

24. Describe yourself in two words.

small and aggressive

31. What do you think of when you hear ‘portrait’?

a picture or image of someone/something

32. Tell me about your partner/ideal partner?

i mean no one is perfect yeah? i just want them to be honest with me and accept my AHEM struGGLES with relationships since im not the best partner

33. Tell me about your siblings, if you have any?

my sister is what you call a “girly girl”, she likes disney movies, outdoors, being loud and running around, yknow just like any other child ever

35. What are you a big advocate for?

my friends!!

36. If you’re comfortable to answer, what is the sickest you have ever been?

migraine + stomach bug + mental in trash + stomach pains + lil appendix pain

37. When were you the most scared in your life?

when i broke my arm

38. Ever had a paranormal experience?

ACTUALLY YEAH i thought i heard someone yelling help outside my window and i peaked out and realized it was nothing and i figured i was just tired but i was still kinda freaked

39. Biggest celebrity crush at the moment?

im not like other girls,,,,....

40. What is something happening in your life right now?

uhhh just general anxiousness/paranoia(?) tbh

41. What is your favourite mythological creature?

DRAAAAGOOOOOON

42. Marvel or DC?

dont know what those are

43. What object would be on your family’s banner?

soup

44. Favourite flower?

pink rose

45. One characteristic you like in a partner?

s,,,support/reassurance pls

46. What planet/star would you travel to if it were possible?

i wanna,,,, actually i dont know i think i would just enjoy floating around in general

47. What is your favourite meal… ever?

soup

48. First time…. doing anything. Describe your first time doing something?

first time i drew was twiggit sperkl and that was the most proudest i ever felt

49. Who is your favourite superhero?

bRUHHH I DUNNO I DONT WATCH THAT STUF

50. What is your favourite poem? Recite it?

i dont read

51. What is an exercise you despise doing.

burpees

52. Secret talent?

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

fite

53. Current song on replay replay replay?

[x]

55. If you weren’t in your current occupation what would you be doing?

sleeping probably

56. What is the first thing you notice about the person you fancy?

,,y,yo they kinda,,,, scrumptious,,, AHUIWRWQI

57. If you had one wish that would definitely come true, what would it be?

yes

58. If you could time travel, when and where would you visit?

i would go to future bc i wanna see what i look like

59. What is your lucky number?

60. If you adopt a pet what would it be and what would you name it?

a cat!! and i actually am planning a name and calling them clementine!!

61. Do you believe in fate/everything happens for a reason?

i believe your fate is decided by ur own actions/words

62. What is your favourite thing about your personality?

im not too hard to get along with,, i hope

63. What is your favourite thing about your appearance?

uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

64. What is your favourite clothing store?

primark bc everything is like 2 bucks

65. What is your favourite online store?

i dont do online shopping too much

66. Use one word to describe your most favourite person?

observant

67. How do you usually have your hair?

down with a clip, then ponytail next day

68. What was your favourite subject in high school?

math

69. What makes you feel empowered?

power over something/someone(as a joke/in games, not in a bad way)

70. What motivates you to do something?

a prize at the end

71. What advice would you give someone who is going through a rough time?

it gets worse before it gets better, and in the worse ill be there for you so you dont have to go through this alone

72. Ideal date?

wendys!!! sweater weather!!! cuddle!!! left 4 dead!!! comfy clothes!!!

73. What is the best date night movie?

i am not that attractive to be taken out on a date

74. What is something you are currently looking forward to?

nothing atm tbh im just here bc i have to beIEOJRWIOE

75. Tell me a funny joke?

oo wa oh wa ooh

76. Do you like musicals? If so, what’s your favourite?

never listened to one actually

77. What is your favourite song currently?

sweater weather. always.

78. What song never fails to make you dance?

POP EYED JOEEEEE IVE BEEN LIVING???? LONG TIME YOOO

79. What is your favourite “classic?”

gnomeo and juliet

80. What is the best advice you have ever been given?

obese paragraph and comfort doodles? lets go

81. Where did you ancestors come from?

puerto rico

82. What have you learned from your parents/guardians?

be tough nugget and dont take shit seriously till you have to

83. What is a phrase you heard a lot growing up?

dont step on the crack or youll break ur mothers back

84. Do you believe in magic?

nnno

85. What reminds you of your best friend?

overwatch

86. What are you passionate about?

dance dance dance

87. Tell me a story from middle school?

one time

the end

88. Who was your favourite teacher and why?

i love my bio teacher rn bro shes such a sweetheart

89. Can you roll your tongue?

yes

90. What made you pursue what you are studying? (including school subjects)

my little pony

91. Where would you like to travel to?

japan for those toys gimme gimme

92. What is something on your bucket-list?

i wanna see coral reef

93. What is home to you?

place that brings feeling of comfort/security

94. What do you do in your free time?

draw

95. If you could buy anything right now, what would it be?

food

96. If you could see anyone, living or dead, right now, who would it be?

probs one of my online friends

97. If you could choose, what would your last meal be?

soup dumplings brisk and rice

98. How would you like to die?

happy

99. List five of your favourite pieces of art (paintings, books, songs etc)

ruby eyes / sweater weather / ponyo / wall-e / idk

100. What would you change about this world?

global warming SHOOO U FAT

#post #ask #long post #sugarbreadz

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welshdragonrawr · 4 years ago

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For the Valentine's Day asks: 1-5, 7-11, 13-17, 19, 20, 22-27, 29-33, 35, 39, 41-43, 44 (fuck, marry, kill: Amanda, Audrey, Ally), 47-49 pleeeeeeease?? I know I said I wouldn't request a million but I'm a curious bean hehe ;)

Seeing as it is actually Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d finally answer these. Under the cut, because it’s a loooooong post and I didn’t want to overtake peeps’ dash. Well here goes;

(Also, the post format messed up, but I couldn’t be bothered to fix them because this already took ages so they’re just in the order asked and I bolded answers so they stand out)

do you have a crush on anyone? - I do indeed, and I am fairly certain they are well aware of it ;)

what’s your favorite candy? - It changes all the time because I have such a sweet tooth but right now chocolate-wise it’s probably cadbury or kinder chocolate, and actual candy probably haribo (tangfastics to be precise)

favorite love song? - There are too many to choose from or list here but right now it’s probably still ‘Wasteland Baby’ by Hozier, You Are In Love by Taylor Swift, or for entirely cheesy reasons a certain someone might know Hero by Enrique Iglesias

what was your first kiss like? - Terrible because I didn’t know what I was doing and was with entirely the wrong person at the wrong time and I didn’t know it then

what was your last kiss like? - If it’s the one I’m allowed to think of in this context, pretty damn good ;)

do you prefer poems or love letters? - Both - I can’t decide, because I love anything remotely like that, when someone goes to the length of composing something like either of those because they were thinking of me? Incredible!

favorite fanfic trope? - Slow-Burn if that counts, with a side order of fake dating or mutual pining, potentially both at once heheh

have you ever been in love? Mayyyybeeee, maybe I aaaaam, I’ll just have to let you ponder that one ;)

favorite milkshake flavor? - Chocolate brownie, even if I can’t have too much because then it gets sickly but in small quantities? Yesssss! Or cookies&cream in any variation

dinner dates or brunch dates? - This one was tough because I don’t really have any experience with either, but I think Brunch dates, and not just because I would have much much less anxiety about awkward food ordering and stuff, plus I feel like Brunch dates have much less formal expectation about them, and you have the rest of the day after to do more things if you want to!

favorite perfume/cologne? - Probably the Ghost one that has a bottle shaped like the moon, or Good Girl by Caroline Herrera (the bottle looks like a high heel?)

favorite candle scent? - There’s a seasonal Yankee Candle one they do around Christmas time that I cannot remember the name of for the life of me right now, but it’s just the right kind of sweetness in the air when you have it burning for a lil while? If I ever remember what it is I’ll come back and edit this post haha

what’s your ideal first date? - I’m not really sure, because all types of dates make me nervous especially first dates haha. I’d like to leave it up to the other person to decide what we do, as long as I could treat them in some way with whatever it is/wherever we go?

favorite love story? - Are we talking classics or fandom or...? What currently springs off the top of my head though is Hades & Persephone - I’m convinced he didn’t ‘steal her’ to be a dick, he stole her away to somewhere cool and calm away from the pressures and terrors of life on the surface so she could catch her breath for a couple months, and can we blame her? And he makes her his Queen, like - if he was gonna be mean, he could have made her his slave, or his concubine or his pet or something, but instead he gave her his whole world to rule with him. Sounds like a better guy than that bastard ol’ Zeus, no? (Historians/Classics students please don’t fight me)

what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear? - Happiness. Doesn’t matter to me whether you’re wearing a trash bag, or a Chanel dress or your faded ol’ pjs or not a single thread. So long as you’re happy and you’ve got that glow about you and that bright shine in your eyes? Yeah..

snow, rain, or sun? - I love all three for different reasons (I’m indecisive, don’t judge me, or do) give me a snow day with my dog or my lover with hot chocolate and snowmen and flurries out the window, or an afternoon reading inside while it rains with blankets and a cup of tea, or a sunny afternoon walk with just the right amount of cool breeze to keep it balmy but bright? Yes please. But again, if I had to choose, probably rain... Because I live in England for one thing, but there’s something so comforting about the rain.

sweetest romantic memory? - My partner at the time took me to a second-hand bookshop and let me browse the stacked shelves as long as I liked, and I found a hardback copy of a book by a fave author but it was too expensive so just admired it and put it back, then when my birthday rolled around 2 weeks later, they turned up with that same book they had gone back for without telling me as a surprise gift

fictional crushes? - Cordelia Goode, Theo Crain, Mildred Ratched, I could keep listing but that means we’d be here forever and if you’ve been following me long enough you probably already know anyway...

what’s your dream wedding like? - This would need a whole post on its own to answer if I could actually be decisive and sit down with some thought over it. But alas... I don’t really know, I’d like things to be somewhat fancy and romantic, but I’d also like for it not to feel all stuffy and super serious like, that everyone can have fun and be a little goofy and a little merry and not have to worry about oh am I doing this certain thing right or feeling all self-conscious while dancing. So I’m not really sure how to narrow it down into specific details or events...? Except, there’s a really dumb nerdy part of me that wants to be able to do the cake slicing with a sword rather than a knife. Because reasons.

what makes you blush? - Too much. Usually compliments.

do you believe in love at first sight? - I believe in *attraction* at first sight, and *affection* you find or work for later.

do you believe in soulmates? - Yeah, but I also believe a soulmate doesn’t have to be someone you’re in love with or a romantic partner, a soulmate can just as easily be a friend you keep on keeping on through this silly little game of life with, y’know? You’ve both been dealt shitty hands, but you’d be willing to share each others cards to get through, and some other cheesy af analogies...

denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets? - Leather jackets, tho technically I have worn and do wear all three so - I hoard jackets like some people hoard shoes and handbags, it’s a problem

are you single? - if you know you know, and that’s the that on that ;)

do you prefer to charm, or be charmed? - Both? I love to see the look on a partners face when they’re charmed, all blushing and cute and sparkly eyes and big smiles - I think I like to be charmed too but I would also get suuuuper awkward and not sure what to do with it or in response to it because I’m not used to being on the receiving end of attention like that?

guitar or piano? - I love both, and girls who can play either/both are heavensent sirens who can have me under their spell for hours (I think it’s the hand thing again, see?) but if I had to choose it would have to be Piano.

favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)? - Um... Does Love & Other Drugs count? Or Imagine Me And You - I’m not big on too many ‘traditional’ rom-coms because they make me cringe way too often, and often not in a good way, but there’s sometimes the odd one I enjoy! (Though I must admit, being British, Bridget Jones and Love Actually are like, historical treasures so...)

do you fall in love easily? - Nope. I mean, do I love people easily? Yeah I try to give the best of myself to the people I cherish as much as possible. But do I *fall in love* easily? Nah, takes a while before this oblivious lil heart realises it.

would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal? - Oh gosh, honestly, I don’t know... I’m one of those people that *love* to do anything and everything to bring a smile to my partner’s face and make them happy and there’s just something so magical about seeing their face light up and their eyes sparkle, y’know? So I feel like I would want to do that by giving them the perfect proposal for them (but on the flipside this means I would also be incredibly *terrified* of ever doing it remotely wrong/not exactly how they wanted it, or getting the wrong kind of ring or all of that plethora of details and minutiae that could be messed up ahha). But also, I kinda wouldn’t mind being proposed to either? Like I’m so used to taking care of other people, it might be nice, at the risk of sounding like a bad pokemon promo. to have that validation of someone else saying ‘I choose you’ y’know? As for dream proposal, much like dream wedding, I’m not entirely sure? As long as it’s memorable and with the one I love? (Which is such a cop-out answer) I honestly don’t know, I’ve never really thought about it, probably because I never really thought it was happen so I figured why think about something that’s never gonna happen ahhah. Somewhere picturesque I guess? So I could really capture the picture in my mind for the rest of my lifen, not like for a social media photo post or any of that shit but just for myself to look back on, if any of that essay ramble makes any sense.

kittens or puppies? - How DARE- Nope. It’s both. I’m sorry but it’s both. They are both adorable AF and I will love and pet and cherish them all.

favorite soda? - Cola I guess? And don’t try to rope me into the Pepsi V Coke thing, because honestly I like both for different reasons and choosing one over the other seems silly when either of them tastes good if you’ve got enough whiskey or rum in them ;)

do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa? - I rather like doing both tbf, but if I’m gonna be honest, give me ‘cosied up under a blanket, with a mug of hot tea/coffee gazing wistfully out the window at whatever weather is going on outside, any day.

favorite ABBA song? - How dare you - umm... Slipping Through My Fingers or The Winner Takes It All because I am at heart a soppy dramatic fool.

fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice) - You meanie, how dare you make me decide such a thing. Buuuut Fuck Ally (cuz you just *know* that canon wlw got some mooooves), Marry Amanda (because she seems like someone I could get along with in all the day to day stuff y’know? Like, I could settle down with her, you feel me?) and don’t hate me but you asked the question but Kill Audrey (*runs and hides*)

do you think about love a lot? - Yeah, I think so, in all its different incarnations. As a writer I’m kinda obligated to? But I think I think about it even when I’m not super aware of it or the reasons for or why.

a walk in the park or a walk on the beach? - It’s a tough once because I love it when the light filters *just so* through trees and looks so pretty, but the beach has the lapping waves and soft sand to walk on and pretty colours at sunsets and sharing ice creams/chips/doughnuts/pretzels and- Yeah so beach probably.

hand kisses or nose kisses? - Hand kisses, fo’sho, because haaaands

#ask things #this took way too long to answer and I'm sorry about that hehe #but thanks for asking!!

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