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yoiisa · 13 days ago

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who are they in a band?

all characters aged up (20+)! Tags: TW for fan and celeb dynamics. there are not overt mentions of abuse of positions but it does exist so be wary, slightly suggestive language

a/n: i figured as a concert themed tumblr, this would be a fun thing to try out!! also, i've been having really bad brainrot over suo being a drummer, and then it just kinda spiraled into me picturing all my other favs in bands eee!! enjoy!

also i know that in mha it's already established what characters play what instrument, but like . . . i will make changes if i want to lol it's my fic!

THE DRUMMER

The spotlight is never on him, but he's completely fine with that. In the background of the stage, he's completely enthralled in hammering out the beat guiding the rest of his members. The crowd tonight is particularly loud though. He can hear their cheers and screams through his ear piece still. He looks up from his set and scans the first fews rows that he can see from behind everyone else. People are excited by the guitarist and singer, their eyes honed in on the pair, but one person's gaze falls away from them and onto him. Your eyes widen slightly as the outskirts of the spotlight catches the contours of his body. His biceps flex as he raises his arms to strike the snare, and as he does you blink in surprise, as if the sound manage to surpass the volume of everything else in the room. Even in the dim light of the arena, he can see heat rising in your cheeks, and it makes his heart beat faster. His foot pounds harder on the bass drum's pedal and smile makes it way on his lips. He needs to take the next break to tell security to bring you backstage. After all, he's never in the spotlight, but the attention he's getting from you right now is more than enough.

NAGI, BAJI, BAKUGOU, kunigami, KAZUTORA, RINDOU, KIRISHIMA, REINER, nicolo, zeke, IIDA, GETO, ERWIN, MITSUYA, aizawa, shinso, SUO, TSUGUERA, sakura, NOYA, asahi, tanaka, KITA, + (your favs!!)

THE BASSIST

His fingers pluck at the thick strings of his bass, the deep sounds resonating through the speakers. He hunches over a little, focusing on the way his hands play with the strings. Bass strings are heavy and the callouses forming on his hands are an indicative of that. He looks up, and smiles softly as he watches his bandmates engrossed in their respective roles. The singer pushes hair from his face, and the guitarist . . . is flirting with girls in the front row, sending them winks and air kisses as he shreds. He shakes his head. This is why he doesn't play guitar. His charisma is more quiet than whatever his friend is doing, but he doesn't go unnoticed. When he looks out at the sea of people jumping to the songs, he locks eyes with you. Unlike the other girls in the front row, who are paying obscene amounts of attention to the guitarist and singer, your eyes are focused on him with intense awe. They twinkle a little bit, and his hand slips. A deep chord sounds through the room and the singer casts a look of concern out of the corner of his eye. He shakes his head and the singer goes back to his serenading. When he looks back down at you, he smiles. You beam back at him and instantly he knows he's going to have to ask security later to bring you backstage. (And remember, bass strings are heavy, so his fingers are strooonnggg~)

CHIGIRI, hiori, YUTA, CHOSO, INUMAKI, porco, chifuyu, inui, tamaki, nanase, takemichi, RIN, HANGE, NAOTO, MIDORIYA, TODOROKI, NANAMI, LEVI, draken, KIRYU, sugishita, NIREI, DAICHI, yamaguchi, hinata, KENMA, AKAASHI, suna, OSAMU + (your favs!!)

THE GUITARIST

Look at that bastard, practically making out with the microphone. Although he's all smiles, the jealousy burns bright in his heart, brighter than the spotlights shining in his eyes right now. Enough people are watching him tonight for him to be satisfied, but more are watching the singer. He should be there. But he's not so he'll just have to shove his envy down deeper and turn his attention to his little group. Tonight is a nice batch, better than last stop's for sure. They huddle around the stage cheering him on, and clapping. It's a group of around five or six girls, but one stands out in particular. You're hair is all mussed from the dancing and sweat of being trapped in between others. Nevertheless, you look totally in your element right now. Your phone isn't covering your face, so you can still enjoy the concert while also capturing it. Your singing along to every word and your jumps are on perfect beat with the drummer. Your eyes are glowing the lights from the stage catch you every now and again, and your smile couldn't be wider. He wonders idly if your cheeks hurt. His smirk deepens, and he plays with more fervor. Once the song ends, the security guard spares a quick glance backwards. He nods towards you and the guard's eyes widen a fraction as he catches the guitarist's drift. You're gonna be fun.

KENNY ACKERMAN, sukuna, CONNY, izana, kokonoi, KAMINARI, SHIGARAKI, REO, KAISER, jean, ran, toji, DABI, hiragi, KAJI, TOGAME, ENDO, TSUKISHIMA, lev, iwaizumi, ushijima, TENDO, SAKUSA + (your favs!!)

THE SINGER

As the song comes to a close, he tosses his head back. Sweat runs down his face and a huge smile pulls at his lips. The cheers only feed into his exhilaration and he leans up against the microphone stand. When he looks out at the crowd, the faces all blur into one large haze. This is it, this is what he lives for after all. This sound of roaring voices, the chants of his name. His name. They're here for him. It's electric, the knowledge. He shakes his head and leans into the microphone, saying "Stop, you're too much," but it only spurns the cheers to get louder. He hears his guitarist scoff from behind him, but he can't bring himself to care. He bends down to the base of his microphone stand and grabs his water bottle. He uncaps his, and as he raises it to his lips, his eyes catch onto your face. Your cheers become louder as you wave excitedly at him. That expression, it's of pure unfiltered joy. It's . . . adorable. As he drinks his water, he subtly tilts his head towards the wings of the stage. Your cheers falter slightly and your eyes widen in surprise. A flush appears on your face and he smiles as he wipes his mouth. He winks at you before he rises to start the next song, knowing that you've fully gotten his memo. After all, you're here for him.

SHINICHIRO, BACHIRA, armin, ISAGI, baro, EREN, SAE, AIKU, shido, GOJO, TODO, SUGAWARA, kageyama, KUROO, OIKAWA, BOKUTO, ATSUMU, + (your favs!!)

a/n: i highkey forgot how many characters there were in haikyuu but we managed ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

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tendermiasma · 2 months ago

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Hello! I must admit that I already asked some questions before, cowardly anonymously but you're kinda my comfort artist so I hope you don't mind!

How do you keep motivation/focus with big artwork project? I'm on one big piece with multiples characters and kinda tricky lighting and the more I look at my artwork, the less sense it's making. Like it's not "bad" it's just not resonating as much as the first idea now that it's rendered.

And you draw nsfw (and I somehow think it's way harder!) so keeping the fresh new eye every time on a scene that's supposed to be solely focused on that particular moment must be very hard! Like focusing on trees leaves when you have Halsin and Clover having their little moment under them would frustrate me so bad lmao! I guess it's why a lot of artist don't bother much with backgrounds and details... (guilty)

Thank you for your insight!

I don't mind! It's pretty simple for me, when I'm stuck on a difficult part I know that if I don't figure it out then the drawing just doesn't get made. There's no other option than to figure out the difficult part. I've never given up on a piece that was hard because I'd rather have it get made than languish in my brain.

You can hammer away at something until it's closer to what you imagined or you can let it be, but part of that is knowing the difference. If I'm getting frustrated I'll step away for a couple hours or overnight and I'll come back with fresh eyes. That usually lets me either figure out what's wrong or helps me realize that it's actually fine and I was just tired and cranky.

Environments for me are important to have even if they're not my favorite part of creating. I just love the feeling of having my ideas fully realized in color and place. I also love rendering light on my characters and it feels weird to not have an environment to reflect it. It's more work but it's almost always worth it to me. I limit myself to spending 1-2 days on it because even if I'm not a master painter, I don't have to be to make an immersive and reasonably decent environment. I just don't want to pick at it! Anything I have after those 1-2 days will always get the job done and anything new I can learn in that time period is A+ with me. Unless they're in a very specific setting, I just want it to be filled out enough to not attract attention to itself by either having too much or too little, but to complete the feeling of the piece. I'll add important props but that's mainly what I go for.

#asks

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lonelyroommp3 · 7 days ago

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I'm interested in your opinion on it as the expert, but I think Les Mis 2012 switching Dreamed a Dream to after Lovely Ladies was the perfect move and makes it hit way harder after Fantinr has lost so much instead of before

i think it's a really fascinating example of a choice that is perfectly made in the context of adapting the musical from stage to film, and which would absolutely not work for multiple reasons if you tried to replicate it for stage productions of les mis.

firstly, the standards for emotional verisimilitude are much higher in film than onstage, even in a movie musical where everything is naturally heightened and exaggerated and the audience is already suspending their disbelief far more than they would in a non-musical adaptation of les mis. that's taken even further by tom hooper's intentionally gritty approach (compared to the megamusical gloss of les mis on stage) and his penchant for filming solo numbers so close up that you can practically count the actor's nose hairs. i think in that context (and, more cynically, in the context of giving anne hathaway a better shot at a big shiny academy award) it makes a huge amount of sense to transplant the song to a point where the stakes are higher, more has been lost, and there's therefore much more to work with as an actor. in a stage performance of "i dreamed a dream" you can afford to paint in broader strokes because it's a park and bark classic where the actor can get across the full emotional power of the song through general stage acting through song techniques. in a consciously more intimate version where every microexpression the actress is up for scrutiny (and anne hathaway, even though she does demonstrably Have Pipes, is matching the intimacy of the camerawork with a largely vocally subdued and acting centred version of the song) i think giving her more to work with in terms of the character's emotional background is a massively smart choice

now, while i think you could make the argument that "i dreamed a dream" would also be more impactful from a storytelling perspective if we moved it to after lovely ladies in the stage show, i would argue that this fundamentally would not work for multiple reasons:

purely practical considerations: parking a solo number between two big ensemble pieces (at the end of the day & lovely ladies), before anything else, gives you the opportunity to reset your ensemble. les mis is a show that is generally very focused on maintaining a smooth flow between scenes & very much does not go in for long passages of scene change music, so you'd be looking at a direct transition between those two songs, both of which heavily feature specifically the female ensemble. if i was a dresser and you told me i had about 15 seconds to do not only a costume change but also makeup & likely wig changes for every single woman in the ensemble i would be calling not only my union but also possibly the police, which is the big reason i think this change will never make it to a staged production

pacing and flow: another major change the les mis movie makes compared to the stage production is that it's not entirely sung through. this means that the aforementioned flow of scenes is not really a consideration, and especially not when we bear in mind how the music itself impacts the pacing and flow. the stage show tends to pretty reliably alternate mid to uptempo ensemble heavy numbers with either passages of recitative that move the plot forward, or solo ballads - a lot of this is what i just mentioned about managing your resources with the ensemble (which is partially why we are able to see an exception to this in red and black -> dyhtps; it's all the same people in the same roles + some added ensemble later in dyhtps who've had the whole length of stars and red and black to change out of their beggar garb from look down/paris), but from the perspective of an audience who paid anywhere from tens to hundreds of pounds to sit in a theatre for 2.5 hours, it also adds a healthy level of variety that prevents them from getting either overwhelmed or bored.

the movie does its own version of this with the addition of dialogue (whether straightforward or in the form of added recitative scenes, such as the one we get between valjean and javert that comes between at the end of the day & lovely ladies). not only does this give you the necessary variation in the pacing but from a verisimilitude perspective it's also easier on an audience (who may be more film than theatre minded) than maintaining a purely sung through version of les mis. this means you're not going direct from ensemble number to ensemble number here either, so it gets away with that particular pacing dilemma quite handily.

on the other side of it, you've got the question of how to get fantine out of the ensemble number, sing her song, and then hop right back in to recitative mode when bamatabois rocks up. the movie does this through a combination of additional context, silence, and scene changes - we see fantine have sex with her first customer, she's left in silence, she sings the song, we have a little more padding & scene setting on the other side, and finally bamatabois comes in (and, notably, we don't get the full recit here). this gives time and space for the audience to adjust between the busy, ensemble driven setting of lovely ladies & the intimacy of i dreamed a dream, and back again. i don't think you can get away with that in a staged production without, again, compromising the flow.

i think there's also the issue that, as i mentioned, much of the emotional impact of i dreamed a dream on stage is manipulated through musical and vocal choices. you'll notice that claude-michel schönberg structures most of the show's big ballads (think of on my own and empty chairs, for example) the same way: 2 verses sung at a sensible mezzo piano, bridge that builds the emotions, 2 further verses that build up to a big belty climax, quieter ending. THE key emotional payoff comes from that moment where the actor absolutely lets loose ("so different now from what it SEEMED", "i've only been PRETENDING" and "a world that's full of happiness that i have never KNOOOOWN", "oh my friends my FRIENDS don't ask me"), in a way that we've been building up to without actually seeing at any other point in the surrounding 3 minutes. like i said, that's important on stage because you're dependent on those bigger, broader vocal choices to depict the emotional trajectory as you don't have the luxury of big close up camera shots to convey the actor's subtle changes in facial expression to the guys sitting up in row G of the grand circle (until we get the daniel fish or jamie lloyd versions of les mis i guess. a girl can absolutely dream). going into "i dreamed a dream" right after fantine has gone "DON'T THEY KNOW THEY'RE MAKING LOVE TO ONE ALREADY DEAD!!!!!" is not only kind of redundant and repetitive storytelling wise in a stage version that can't afford to whisk her away to a whole other scene to continue the story, but like. she's JUST done her big dramatic belt for that point in her story. we can't just go and do it again. it wouldn't feel the same!

so yeah. i'm not disagreeing with you that it was a perfect choice for the movie - i just began thinking about why and got thoroughly carried away!

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gayfanservice · 11 months ago

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Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

Reader teaches kids archery bcuz I want to learn it and think it’s cool (edited lol)

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Putting chairs in place, art supplies in the right area, filling up the towel bin or praying the radio turns on for just one more year, picking up garbage that somehow got there and cleaning away cobwebs. Except Jacob, who refused to go into the cabins until the spiders were gone. Whatever needed to be done to prepare for the kids’ arrival.

There wasn’t much that needed to be prepared at the archery corner of the camp, just a little shack cleaning and inspecting the arrows and testing the bows to make sure they wouldn’t break on a kid. There was one bow in particular that the kids were not allowed to touch, and that bow belonged to (Y/N). It looked like every other bow, only having a different color scheme and being slighter bigger than the others. He even had his full name carved into the wood in case the children can read.

“I’m sure Mr. H. wouldn’t mind if I take a few practice shots. Probably. Hopefully… meh.” (Y/N) shrugged, Mr. H. wouldn’t come this way anyway, and there was still half an hour before the counselors had to meet at the lodge to greet the campers.

He grabbed arrows, not counting the exact amount and dropping them on the ground beside him, disobeying his own rules that he will make the children follow. No one’s here to witness his crimes, so it’s fine. (Y/N) snickered at himself, loading the bow and straightening his stance, taking a deep breath to steady his hands, I wish I ate breakfast. his stomach growled. His hand stretched back, the familiar faint burning creeping up his muscles as he aimed towards the round target.

(Y/N) took another sharp breath, straightening his arms and legs as he pulled back the string. The chirping of birds and rustling of the wind drowning into the background, focusing on nothing but the target in front of him.

With one swift movement, his fingers left the arrow and away it flew into the target, hitting the red inner circle but not smack-dab in the middle. So close to being a cool movie character. He sulked, picking up another arrow from the ground and equipping it to the bow’s string.

“Whoa, good job!” Clapping ensued behind him, the sudden noises making (Y/N) literally jump and land on an arrow he left on the ground with a SNAP.

“Fuck!” From both being startled and breaking an arrow.

The guy, Dylan as (Y/N) saw when he turned, wore a guilty expression has he nervously smiled, “Oh shit, sorry, man,” (Y/N) picked up the broken arrow pieces, groaning and thanking god that was the only damage done.

“Mother- fuck me, man.” He picked up the other two arrows, finally counting how many he had.

“Whoa, you want to fuck your mother?” (Y/N) stopped, staring into the void of dumbass-ness (Dylan).

“I- what- huh? Dude,” He stammered, completely dumbfounded at what Dylan just fucking said him after causing him to break camp equipment, even though it was his fault. Dylan still had that goofy smile on his face, obviously trying to make the mood lighter. A smile broke onto (Y/N) face, then cackling as he gave up trying to stone-face Dylan, “Dude, what the fuck?” He laughed, suddenly remembering how Dylan made him quite literally jump and laughing harder, wheezing almost. Dylan joined in, his dorky grin growing. “Bro, why’d you do that? I could’ve hurt myself!” (Y/N) playfully scolded, walking towards the target and ripping the arrow out of it.

“I just wanted to come see how the others were doing, I didn’t know you were a wuss,” he followed (Y/N) to the shack, “besides, isn’t it, like, your number one rule to not put equipment on the ground?” Dylan held the door open as (Y/N) put his bow and arrows away, deciding to hide the broken one and hopefully blame it on a kid later.

“Three, actually,” (Y/N) replied, walking out and locking the shack with the keys Chris gave him. “No one was supposed to see; no witnesses, no crime.” He shrugged, “I would’ve gotten away with it too if it wasn’t for you meddling kids,” He joked as he walked towards the lodge, Dylan following behind, hands in a surrendered pose, “I won’t tell if you won’t,” (Y/N) rolled his eyes, “Sure, buddy,”

“So,” Dylan started, eyes glancing around the trees and trail, “you arch?”

“Huh?” (Y/N)’s face contorted in confusion, wondering what the fuck is going through his head.

“Archery, you arch, y’know?”

“… uh, yea-s?” (Y/N)’s favorite, socially awkward boys. Cute, socially awkward boys.

“Cool, cool,” He trailed off, “So, how long have you been into it?”

“Oh, uh, well, did it on a school field trip once, like, eight years ago maybe? I don’t know, but I liked it so I begged to do lessons and now I’m here.” Good story telling skills.

Dylan hummed, keeping his eyes to the ground in front of him as they talked. “So, is it fun?” He paused for a moment, “Like, just shooting stuff?”

(Y/N) snorted, Just shooting stuff. Sure. “Well, it’s more than ‘just shooting stuff,” he quoted with his fingers, “It’s, uh… it’s kinda just nice, I guess. Feeling the arrow zoom away and hearing it hit what you were aiming for. It could also be a good stress relief.” (Y/N) shrugged, kicking a tiny rock in his path.

“Cool. I’ve always thought about trying it, seems interesting.” His eyes scavenged the area around them, feeling heat rise up his neck and into his face. Probably the heat.

“Well,” (Y/N) started, sheepishly, “If you want, maybe one of these days I can show you the ropes.”

“Don’t you mean ‘string’? Heh, get it? ‘Cause-” (Y/N) interrupted Dylan with a soft punch to his arm, a grin on both of their faces.

“Yes, Dylan. I get it.” Dylan’s goofy smile stayed on his face as he rubbed his arm in fake pain, “So, you in?”

He pretended to be in deep thought, crossing his arm and rubbing his chin as he hummed, “Y’know what? Sure, it’s a date!”

(Y/N) coughed, suddenly forgetting how to breathe as he felt his face become warmer, “Yeah, okay then, it’s a date.”

Dylan’s face began to hurt from smiling so much, but it was worth it when (Y/N) was the cause of it.

“Fuck, what time is it?” The two panicked, not having phones to check the time didn’t help. “Fuck, run?”

“Run.”

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It’s short, its bad, i dont care hope someone likes it and maybe request some quarry

#the quarry x reader #the quarry x male reader #dylan lenivy x male reader #dylan lenivy x reader #im back in the quarry again lmao

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greyplainsttrpg · 10 months ago

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5e Villain Arc 2

Last time we discussed 5e's stupid non-name. This time we're going to talk about chapter order.

I saw a post earlier about giving suggestions to 5e Players to "read the rules." While it is always a good time to poke at the children, I don't think that it is actually their fault (entirely) that nobody playing the game knows the rules. The Chapter order of 5e (and most TTRPG books, for that matter) is not conductive to actually knowing how the game works. This is compounded in 5e in particular because the game design is such that you never really have to learn anything outside what your character can do.

It is okay to divide chapters into parts. That's fine. What upsets me is that the Chapters have titles, but the Parts do not have titles. What is weird is that the game's introduction actually provides pretty good names for the three parts, albeit in inconsistent formatting: Adventurers, The Three Pillars of Adventure, and The Wonders of Magic.

Those align pretty much exactly with the three Parts of the book. Why is that not their names? Why must I divine what the parts are by intuition. This is not an abstract art piece--this is a textbook.

More importantly, the order of information is entirely wrong.

The reason why Players do not know how to play that game is because the rules for the game show up in between things that they actually care about. The game is so hyper-focused on a player making a character that it abdicates the responsibility of knowing how to play the game exclusively to freaks who actually want to read the rules in depth. You know: min-maxers and rules lawyers. The average player's interaction with the book is thus:

Read the introduction and get the gist of the game.

Make a Character through part one.

Oh wait, now I need to flip to the end of the book for spells (since more than 3/4 of all characters will have spellcasting)?

The Player FEELS like they have read more of the book than they actually have because they went through the process of flipping through it from beginning to end. However, at no point did they ever get a real understanding of how the game actually functions. They grasp that they have a thing called an action, a thing called a bonus action, and they have some amount of movement, but what these do does not mean much to them outside the confines of what their Character can do with those elements. They never learned what those terms actually mean, because the action economy of the game is not explained until WAY later (page 189). Even if you bother to read this section, it is entirely divorced from other important, very relevant sections. In particular, the exclusion of Saving Throws and Conditions from the Combat Chapter means that it will be even harder to guarantee a player will have read them.

Why are conditions in the appendix? They should not be in the appendix. They are standard things that players will encounter during regular gameplay.

Why are backgrounds AFTER class? Would it not make much more sense to put the background BEFORE the class? It is, after all, your background, the thing you did before gaining a class level. If you pick a background that compliments your Class by giving you similar skills, then you just get to pick random skills instead? This would not be a problem if you picked a background first (which gives you a set of skills without choice) and then you picked the skills from our class. I suppose the problem might still arise from tool proficiencies, but tool proficiencies suck, and they should be done away with, anyway.

Now that I'm looking at it, another case of "why are these in two different chapters lmao."

The reason they designed the book this way is because of the tradition of D&D being laid out in the dumbest way possible. Do not trust Gary Gygax's ability to convey information through text. He was not good at it. AD&D is a disaster of explaining its mechanics to the player, and 2nd edition is not much better.

The formatting of the book also sets a really bizarre trend throughout modern gaming that making a Character is the first thing every new player should do in a system when, like, no? Making a Character is a complicated process in most, if not all, games. At least in the sense that you have to make a lot of decisions upfront. The best way to introduce a player to a system is to have them play a pre-made and put a book in front of them whenever they want to review whatever is listed on their sheet. Once they've played the game, then they can evaluate how to make a Character because they will actually know what they are building towards. The formatting D&D has maintained funnels GMs and game designers everywhere to force new Players into an awkward, decision heavy first couple of hours instead of playing the game.

I'm not saying players can't make a character before ever having played the game. People want to do that sometime for my system; however it is a lot of work and time on my part to babysit you reading the most complex part of the book and answer your questions when MOST of what you are about to ask would be covered during typical gameplay.

Okay, that's pretty much all I have to say about this, I think.

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#anti 5e action #tabletop roleplaying #ttrpg #roleplaying games

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myreia · 10 months ago

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fic authors self rec

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the love ❤️

I was tagged by @lilbittymonster to fill this out, thank you so much!

I'm a little late with this, but I'll tag a few folks (I think this is going around as an ask meme, too?). If you've already been asked or tagged, I'd love to see a second selection of your favourites! 💖

@bearlytolerant @tsunael @anneapocalypse @ievaxol @ardberts

@fourteenthz @birues @thewitchofelpis @a-shakespearean-in-paris @thevikingwoman

@impossible-rat-babies @autumnslance @gatheredfates @hylfystt

—01. Divergence of the Heart

Final Fantasy XIV | Heavensward | Wolmeric, Wolcred + background Thancred/Hilda Explicit | 53,996 words | 11 chapters

Aureia Malathar may have made a name for herself in Ishgard, but her deeds come with a hefty personal toll. Despite her victories at the Grand Melee she has never felt more unsure of herself. Her relationship with Thancred—the person she thought knew her the best—is strained, yet she cannot abandon him. Aymeric is falling for her harder with each passing day, yet she cannot bring herself to accept it. All may be fair in love and war, but at least war is predictable. Love, on the other hand…

I wrote this fic last year and it quickly became both extremely personal and also one of my favourite things I've ever written. It's also me poking fun at myself for creating what is probably the worst love triangle based off a couple lines of in-game dialogue from Thancred.

But I think the thing that makes it special to me isn't the love triangle or the emotional entanglements or the drama, it's exploring the different facets of Aureia's asexuality as a sex-positive and greyace person. This is a pretty complex topic and asexuality isn't as straightforward as "no sex ever". I also wanted to approach the erotic scenes with a certain sensibility and pull back the curtain on the romanticism of first times in search of something a little more grounded.

—02. Bound by Faith

Final Fantasy XIV | Shadowbringers | Wolcred Explicit | 28,406 words | 5 chapters

With their enemies defeated, the Crystarium is alive with celebration. Despite the joy around her, Aureia is uncertain about the next steps to take. So is Thancred, for that matter. The puzzle of their lives has sat incomplete for years, but finally this last, precious piece may be able to slide into place.

Okay so. 🥺 This was the first big Aureia/Thancred piece that I finished. I wrote it when I was going through an extremely rough time last year, and I think it was cathartic in a way to have them have all the right things come together so that taking a chance on a relationship finally feels right.

—03. As We Move Forwards

Final Fantasy XIV | Endwalker | Wolcred Mature | 8,140 words | 2 chapters

With tragedy averted and the world in recovery, Thancred and Aureia finally have some time to themselves. It’s nice—good even—to spend time alone, focusing on the things that matter most. But as they depart on a trip across Ilsabard, the question of what comes next lingers in his mind. Where do you go from here? How do you pick up the pieces of something broken and put it back together?

This is a much more recent Aureia/Thancred fic than the previous ones, and I'm enjoying poking at their Endwalker timeline. So much happens. Many things have been said and done, and their marriage has been put through the wringer. It was fun to explore what moving on looks like when they came so close to everything falling apart due to the pressures of outside circumstances. Marriage for them is not a happy ever after, it's just another point on the journey and they both still have a lot of growing to do.

—04. Resistance

Dragon Age: Origins | Tabris x Daveth Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death | 25,370 words | 7 chapters

Numbed by the events that took her away from Denerim, Rhea Tabris arrives in Ostagar to become a Grey Warden. But as she prepares for initiation and encounters an unexpected person, she discovers she can never truly let her past die.

I think this is my favourite DA fic back from when I used to write a lot of DA stuff. I don't know what it is about the Tabris x Daveth ship, it's such a rarepair but my mind latched onto the possibility and wanted to shake it up and down like a salt shaker and see what fell out. Angst and smut, apparently.

—05. Leave Me At the Shore of the Heart

Dragon Age 2 | Bethany Hawke x Anders Mature | 9,332 words | 4 chapters

On the eve of the Deep Roads expedition, a chance conversation between Anders and Bethany sparks feelings neither of them expected.

This one is special to me because it's the last DA fic I wrote. I'm not entirely sure what possessed me to write this ship, but I was turning a few things over in my head while playing DA2 and I just had a thought about the possibilities of character interactions — tl;dr the conversation I made up in my head was interesting and I needed to follow it haha.

#ffxiv #ffxiv fanfic #dragon age #dragon age fanfic #wolcred #wolmeric #tabris x daveth #aureia malathar #rhea tabris #oc tag #writing tag

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vaya-writes · 8 months ago

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Serving the Serpent - AITA 3

A series of joke AITA posts that are about some of the antagonists in the Serving the Serpent universe. These are prompts and drabbles written for fun that reveal some key details of character back stories that might not otherwise be mentioned in the canon story.

This started off as a joke post - an "Am I The Asshole" prompt written to help me understand some of the antagonists in Serving the Serpent. Then the guy started having regrets, and it kind of turned into a journal entry. I like the descent from complete bigot who never questions himself to, 'holy shit I've lost a lot' this guy goes through. Still, the language is gross and potentially triggering, so please be mindful of tags.

Content Warnings: abduction and using a person as unconsenting bait for a monster, misogyny and objectification. Off screen background character death, brief mention of animal death, neither described in any detail (this piece deals with a literal animal predator). Brief mentions of food scarcity and one additional off screen death. 800 words. Divider by firefly-graphics.

A monster started living in our territory so we used my adopted niece as unconsenting bait while our hunters tried to kill it. AITA

An excerpt from [REDACTED]’s diary:

XX/XX/XX

Stella ‘Sister’ passed away last summer and things have only gotten harder from there. I haven’t had the time to find myself a wife so things around the home have become less homely. Briar Stella’s daughter ‘Niece’ knows how to keep the place clean, I suppose, but with the silence, it’s not the same.

Things have gotten... bad. There is discontent among the people. Some of it comes from the church, which is frustrating. I don’t blame the men for being unhappy, what with so few resources to go around. But I do blame them for being so superstitious. You can’t spill a drink around here without somebody muttering that it’s an omen from the Serpent.

Since when did we start caring for the Serpent? He’s barely more than a bedtime story we use to scare the children. He’s real, sure, but we live behind a palisade in the distant corner of his land. I sincerely doubt he’s out curdling the milk or spilling our drinks for spite.

...

Regardless.

Things have been harder lately. Less food over the years. Not enough wild game come to our area anymore. (An omen, I’m sure.) Less forage too, since it’s too dangerous to stray far. Nobody wants to risk running into the natives.

Yesterday we found the cause. Animal tracks. A carcass.

There’s something else in the woods. Something that wasn’t here last year. And it’s been eating our prey.

The men are torn on how to handle it.

Part of me wants to play it safe. We could pull back. Change our territory. But then we run the risk of meeting the Others. Or moving to an area with even less food. Playing it safe might not be sustainable.

The aggressive approach would be to hunt the beast. Reclaim our territory.

But the hunters aren’t used to large prey. Dangerous prey. (prey that can hunt them back, prey that isn’t prey.) The state the deer carcass was in has got them spooked.

Reginald ‘Priest’ suggested something outrageous. It’s not like he’s ever picked up a spear, and I wish he’d kept his mouth shut. But folks are clinging to his suggestion like it’s the best thing they ever heard.

Regi ‘Priest’ suggested we use one of our own as lure, hide ourselves, and then kill the creature when its attention is focused on the bait.

How would that even work? Where would the hunters hide? Up in trees like the damn Others? We are working from foot prints and claw marks, we don’t even know what kind of creature we’d be hunting! How can we deceive a beast when we don’t even know by what senses it hunts?

Who would volunteer for such a job?

Ugh. The whole situation has left me exasperated. I wish I could just ignore it.

XX/XX/XX

I was outvoted.

I’m trying not to be bitter about it. My word should be law, but Reginald has gotten his hooks into everyone. We haven’t gotten along since Stella adopted the child, and I think he wanted to use this as an opportunity to spite me.

They’re going to use Briar. And there’s little I can say to convince them otherwise.

XX/XX/XX

It went to shit. Of course it did.

Two hunters made it back alive.

Two.

Out of twelve.

The monster found them before it even got to Briar the bait. A monstrosity with the size and claws of a bear, beaked and feathered like a flightless bird. I shudder to think of where it came from. If there’ll be more.

Stella’s daughter will be killed sacrificed for nothing. Nobody is willing to go back out there any time soon.

XX/XX/XX

We recovered the bodies today. Part of me wanted to enjoy the look on Reginald’s face during the burials. The rest of me was too distracted.

The creature is dead. Its carcass slumped over the slab of rock where we’d left my niece.

The remaining hunters can’t make any sense of the tracks in the clearing. Something happened. Obviously. But they don’t know what.

At least, that’s what we’ve told everyone. Reginald included.

It seems at least one of the hunters are back on my side again, because Percy told me in person (away from the church’s prying eyes) that there was one glaring thing he noticed. That some of the tracks in the dirt belong to one particular species of Other.

The Serpent has visited our corner of the woods.

There’s the other thing, too.

‘Thing,’ I write, as if it were a casual affair...

Briar is gone.

(And with her the last of Stella.) I don’t know if I should be filled with regret or relief.

#tell me what you think :)#this piece isn't really a spoiler but ya'll may have actually forgotten #that I had a cold nightmare opening of StS #regarding this event #i like how he started off trying to title people #like he was going to post to reddit aita #and then devolved into names as he got more emotional #i was proud of this #serving the serpent #vaya writes

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the-queen-and-the-king · 6 days ago

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A little piece of paradise - 21

Summary: Aaron has spend five days on the other side of the country for a meeting with all the agency managers and Emily is eager to finally spend the evening and the night with him. But the giant is not alone actually.

Characters: Emily Prentiss, Jack and Aaron Hotchner

Contents: pregnancy, nightmare and that's all, I think. The text is mostly fluff. ^^

This text will be an AU with a sudden canon-divergence. I wrote it when I was rewatching the show, so many chapters will be directly related to some episodes of season 4. There will be 28 chapters.

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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Read on AO3 / lire sur AO

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It was the weekend. Almost. It was Friday night and Emily didn’t want to stay alone. Aaron had spent most of the week in another FBI agency, for an annual meeting with all the other directors – the bigwigs apparently found it interesting to do it in a different place every year. This time, the meeting had been held in Los Angeles, and she had found it harder than ever to cope with the time difference. Why that country was so big?

Fortunately, he'd ended up back on the East Coast a handful of hours earlier, and she couldn't wait to hear the sound of his voice. He had sent her a text message on the phone she used only for their private exchanges, away from the prying eyes of the Bureau, but she was at a court hearing at the time and so hadn't been able to reply. And now that she was back home, she could hardly wait to melt into his arms. Five days without being able to look at him, touch him or listen to him was too much.

So, she dialed his number, and he picked up after just two tones.

“Hello, handsome.”

“Hello, Emily,” he answered in a very formal tone.

She frowned, surprised by the coldness of his welcome. She'd hoped to put a smile on his face after the endless week he'd spent on the task he hated most, but it was a failure.

“’You okay?”

“Yes, and you?”

His retort had been a hint more avuncular, but it had nothing in common with the way he spoke to her when it was just the two of them. Her brain came up with a hypothesis that might explain his attitude.

“Are you alone?”

“No, Jack is with me.”

“Ah, yes!” she remembered suddenly.

She'd been so focused on the fact that she didn't get to see him for a long time that she'd forgotten it was his weekend on call.

“Who’s it?” asked a tiny voice in the background.

“It’s Emily,” told his father, calmly.

“Hello, Emily!” shouted the little boy, probably from the other side of the room.

“Hello, sweetheart,” she said in a reflex.

Aaron repeated her words and resumed their conversation.

“You’ve got something to tell me?”

“Moreover, I wanted to be with you.”

She refrained from adding that she didn't feel like waiting another two days to come and slip into his sheets. She'd missed him too much for that.

“Wait,” he did, before taking the handset away from his mouth. “Jack, will you be happy to see Emily?”

“When?”

“Tonight.”

“She’s coming here?”

It wasn't the first time she'd been present at the same time as the toddler in the unit manager's apartment, and she had a very good connection with the little one, who looked at her with stars in his eyes. But officially, she was just one of the agents working for her sire. The child's innocence prevented him from understanding that there was anything more than a professional relationship between the two of them.

“Yes. She ran a pretty rough case and she needed to talk.”

“Why?”

“Because, when you've got a lot of thoughts running around in your head, it's good to talk to someone about them,” he justified peacefully. “You feel better then.”

Aaron always took the time to explain the behavior of the people around his son, without ever getting annoyed. He was extremely patient in the face of his offspring's many questions. She heard Jack agree.

“So, do you want her to come?”

Her lover never imposed her presence on his descendant, and she understood perfectly well why. She was not related to the boy, and her union with his ascendant remained unofficial. The little boy had every right to demand to be alone with his father. And, although she felt her heart tighten, she mentally prepared herself for his refusal.

“Yeah!” exclaimed Jack. “Emily is so cool!”

A soft warmth invaded the interested party's chest, and a delighted smile stretched her lips.

“Did you hear that?”

“Yes. I’m on my way.”

“We are waiting for you.”

She hung up feeling like jumping up and down to let her joy explode. Instead, she rushed to her room to pack her bag. She froze in her tracks when she met her gaze in the full-length mirror of her closet. Her pupils immediately went down to her belly. The tight top she was wearing enveloped her nascent roundness. From the side, it was even more striking. But was it obvious to her because she knew about it? Or would it be obvious to the little boy too? In order to preserve secrecy, she changed into loose-fitting clothes that would give the illusion. She only hoped it wouldn't be too long before her partner told the truth. In a month's time, it would be difficult for her to hide it so easily, if she took into account the weight she was gaining every week.

In the car, she prepared herself for what was to come. As much as she longed to curl up against the chest of the man she loved, she knew that as long as Jack would be around, she'd have to resolve to keep her distance. Until he went to bed, she wouldn't be allowed to touch him, kiss him, or tell him how much she'd missed him. She would have no choice but to behave as if they were just colleagues. At this thought, she felt a movement in her abdomen. It had been furtive, nothing more than a trail of bubbles, but she had been identifying these signs of activity better and better over the last few days. The fetus was still just a shrimp, but it was already clearly expressing its opinion. A thought that made her smile.

“Emily!” exclaimed her tiny host, running over to her.

She crouched down to take him in her arms and placed a kiss on his temple. He responded with a peck on the cheek before declaring that he was so happy to see her. She assured him it was the same for her and rose to greet Aaron as formally as possible. He was surprisingly better at it than she was, despite his poor lying skills and disinterest in hypocrisy. But running an FBI agency for years, shaking more hostile than friendly hands, forged effective automatisms, aided by his diminished expressiveness and monotone. But she saw in his eyes a gleam that spoke volumes about his desire to be alone with her. Taking advantage of the boy's momentary inattention, she winked at her father.

As she had imagined, the whole evening was devoted to fulfilling the little boy's wishes. They ate what he had wanted to eat. They let him monopolize all the speaking time, commenting from time to time to allow him to bounce back. Aaron made a few corrections here and there, which didn't dampen his son's enthusiasm. Then he chose the film: Lady and the Tramp, which he watched leaning against the bust of his father. Emily was sitting on the other side, watching her miniature neighbor's reactions more than the screen. She felt sorry for him during the final chase, when he rolled into a ball in the giant's protective embrace. He had tears in his eyes, and she could see his body trembling with fear.

“Hey, everything is fine. It's all right,” soothed the tenant, stroking his back. “Don’t worry.”

“Is he dead?” he asked in a weak voice.

“No, look. He’s there.”

The boy dared to turn his head towards the TV to see the Saint Hubert reappear, limping but alive. His good humor returned to his face, and he detached himself from his father. She herself was overcome with relief. She didn't know if it was the hormonal changes or the strengthening of her relationship with her partner, but she was more sensitive than ever to Jack's emotions.

“Well, it’s time to go to bed,” noticed Aaron.

“No, it’s time for the story,” corrected the kid.

“True,” conceded his father. “But what we do first?”

“Teeth and wee-wees!”

“Exactly. Run to the bathroom, I’ll meet you there.”

The imp jumped off the sofa, said good night to his guest and cavorted through the other rooms of the apartment. His sire also got up without following him. He watched him rush down the hall to his room to collect his pajamas. Then he turned his attention to her, and her heart leapt in her chest. He leaned towards her, and they kissed tenderly. She would have liked the moment to last longer, but that was impossible in such a context.

“See you later,” he whispered, brushing her cheek.

She nodded with a smile and held his hand in hers for a few seconds. This simple contact had awakened the cruel lack she felt at not being able to have more at the moment. But she had no choice. Impatient by nature, she had to wait in the living room until the father-son duo had finished their ablutions, so that she herself could get ready for the night. There, she joined Aaron's double bed and forced herself to wait while he read his son's bedtime story. She herself tried to read, but the printed words soon made no sense. Inwardly, she stomped her feet.

She was therefore delighted to see her companion appear in the room. He instantly approached her and placed his lips on hers. She took hold of his face delicately and prolonged their kiss as long as possible. A delicious sensation rose from her lower abdomen. He moved away from her, and she reluctantly let him.

“Are you both all right?” he inquired, brushing against her navel.

“Yes,” she confirmed, delighted.

She'd been afraid that this pregnancy would tear them apart – just as Haley's had spelled the end of their marriage – but it wasn't to be. He took good care of her and regularly asked her about the embryo's health. A behavior that made her even more in love. He smiled, kissed her again and said:

“I’m back soon.”

“We are waiting for you.”

It amused her greatly to say this kind of phrase, and he found it just as funny, judging by his hilarious expression. However, he left the room to go to the bathroom, the toilet, check the lamps, the windows, and the front door, then came back to slip under the comforter next to her. They kissed, long and slow, renewing the bond they'd broken during those days apart.

“How are you?” she asked, as they stopped to catch their breath.

“Exhausted,” he confessed, sighing. “All this pointless blah blah is distressing.”

She ran a hand in his hair, smiling.

“Politics still not your thing.”

“And I hope it never does.”

Their mouths met again for a few moments.

“Do you mind if we don't do anything tonight? I've missed you a lot, but I'm not sure...”

“I don't mind,” she cut him off immediately.

She knew that this kind of event, which required pushing all the cursors of social codes to the limit, drained his energy at breakneck speed. She was surprised that his eyes were still open.

“You know what?” she resumed. “We'll even wait until Monday to get together fully.”

Aaron’s irises glowed intensely. He kissed her tenderly and added:

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” she said, her cheeks burning.

It wasn't the first time they'd made this kind of confession to each other, but it was still very occasional, so this formula always held a form of magic for her.

“Oh, I've got to tell you,” Aaron announced, suddenly serious, “there's a good chance Jack's having nightmares tonight.”

“Because of the cartoon?”

“Yes. He mentioned it to me several times during the story. He's very concerned about it.”

She struggled to imagine what frightened children and what filled them with wonder, as the line was sometimes very blurred. She hoped to understand it before their baby was born, so as not to inadvertently traumatize them.

“Will you let him sleep with us?”

If her companion was mindful about respecting his son's boundaries, he was equally attentive about her own. And he knew from experience that spending the night with a child was no picnic.

“Yes, don't worry,” she agreed, sincerely.

In thought, she pointed out that she'd have to get used to it, since the fruit of their union would surely want to do the same with them.

He smiled, kissed her, and pulled his pillow closer to hers so that he could sleep with her against him. For an outwardly very non-tactile man – he dodged Penelope's hugs whenever he could – he constantly provoked physical contact between them. And it ranged from brushing her hand as he retrieved the object she was holding out to hugging her until the wee hours of the morning. This didn't bother her at all, since she slept better when he was around than when she was alone. Even more so since she was pregnant with his child.

She placed her book on the bedside table, turned off the light and curled up along his chest, intertwining her fingers with his. Then she closed her eyes and fell asleep almost as quickly. But as he had predicted, Jack woke up a few hours later. She didn't hear him call right away. She emerged as Aaron lifted himself off her and kissed her cheek. She groped for the light switch and took her time before opening her eyelids to get used to the brightness. Her lover returned the instant she dared open an eye.

A rush of empathy washed over her when she saw the little man clinging to his father's T-shirt, tears rolling down his red cheeks. With his thumb in his mouth, he looked as if he'd been through a terrible ordeal. Aaron lowered him gently to the ground and said:

“Go join Emily. I'll get you a story in the meantime.”

The toddler didn't negotiate and ran towards her. She greeted him with her most reassuring smile and lifted the comforter for him to crawl under. He nestled right away under her arm, his head on her breast. She just had the reflex to protect her belly so he wouldn't press on it unintentionally; but he just clung to her top and sniffed. She girdled him tenderly and kissed his forehead. His hair was damp; he must have been sweating from fear.

“Don't worry, sweetheart, it was just a bad dream,” she affirmed, rocking him slowly.

She didn't know if she was making the right gestures, letting her instincts guide her in this area.

“Nightmares are bad! I don't like it,” grumbled Jack, stuck to her.

“No one like it. But that one's gone, it's not coming back.”

“Do you have nightmares too?” he asked, raising his brown irises at her.

“Yes, it happens. Like everyone.”

He looked disappointed. Perhaps he imagined that adults didn't have this kind of unpleasant experience. She couldn't lie to him about it, not even to appease him.

“It’s nothing, it’s not the reality. It's just your brain knitting together stories from everything it's seen and heard during the day. And sometimes it looks like nothing or it’s very, very ugly.”

A short burst of laughter erupted from the kid’s throat. Clearly, the vision of his brain armed with knitting needles amused him greatly. Just then, Aaron reappeared with a colorful little book in his hand. She recognized the cover of Elmer the Elephant.

“I bring you this, is it okay for you?”

“Yes!”

He held out his hands to retrieve it and his father gave it to him before going round to lie down on his side of the bed.

“Come over here so I can read it to you.”

“No, I want Emily to do the story!”

The two boys looked at her with the same questioning expression, their common spike ruffling their hair on the back of their heads. And then her partner would argue that he wasn't related to him, she mused, mentally shaking her head.

“Ok,” she replied, interested in the challenge.

“Cool!”

Jack curled up against her side, fully alert, while his progenitor put his face back on the pillow. Under the comforter, she felt his hand land on her thigh. And so, she set about reading about the adventures of this unusual pachyderm, his variegated skin standing out in the jungle where his gray fellow creatures looked at him sideways. As the story was relatively short and the listener was wide awake, she added new twists and turns to the text, which delighted her young audience. Conversely, her companion had fallen into the arms of Morpheus in no time at all.

“Shh,” she advised Jack. “Your daddy’s asleep.”

He chuckled, his hands over his mouth to hide his mocking smile. His nightmare was now far behind him.

“Emily?”

“Yes, sugar.”

“Would you like to be Daddy's girlfriend?”

She fluttered her eyelids, surprised by this out-of-the-blue question.

“Wh… why are you asking me this?”

“Because Mum says Dad can't live on his own. That he needs a girlfriend, so he doesn't get all sad. And I don't want Dad to be all sad.”

She'd only ever heard Aaron's version of how their separation came about, but clearly, despite her grievances against her ex-husband, Haley hadn't divorced him with a fierce hatred of her spouse – as sometimes happened. Emily rather understood that she could no longer bear to live in constant fear of not seeing again the man she loved every time he left for work. This fear had been exacerbated after the birth of their son, but her husband had failed to understand her pleas and to soothe her anxieties. However, she wasn't unaware that without help, Aaron was in more danger than ever. In danger of forgetting himself and slowly withering away. So yes, as hard as it was to conceive for a big guy over forty running an FBI agency, he needed someone by his side.

“And why should it be me?” she asked, curious.

“Because you already come here often, with us, and I love you very, very much.”

A wave of heat emblazoned her chest. Such a spontaneous statement from him brought tears to her eyes. She was smiling so hard it was hurting her zygomatic muscles.

“Well, you know what?”

“What?”

“I’ll talk to your dad tomorrow.”

“Great!”

She laughed, placed a kiss on his forehead and continued reading. She felt like she was living a waking dream.

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First chapter >> https://www.tumblr.com/the-queen-and-the-king/771016298484334592/a-little-piece-of-paradise-1?source=share

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grimmmviewing · 10 months ago

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S1E20: “Happily Ever Aftermath”—A/B+ (Watched 7/10/24)

This is a very solid episode of Grimm, in terms of meeting my admittedly subjective wants for the show: It’s dark, but not excessively so; it makes good use of the adaptational premise to twist a recognizable fairytale story in a solid-enough way that balances genuine creativity with a bit of goofiness or campiness or cringe; while it doesn’t outright avoid the serialized narrative (focusing on the thread of Nick’s parents’ deaths again), it feels like those elements exist more in the background/vaguely “in between” the other stuff, making the priority the Cinderella adaptation. Assuming true “monster of the week” episodes are not an option, this might be the best alternative. The ongoing story advances marginally, taking up comparatively little of the runtime.

Speaking very (very) generally, the initial premise of this adaptation isn’t exactly novel—We’re seeing what comes after the “happily ever after,” which is probably the most obvious starting point for a subversive take on one of these stories. The particulars are a bit more interesting, though, like how we open with a “Bernard Aidikoff” being outed as a Bernie Madoff-style crook. I had a note questioning if this depiction was in bad taste given the recency (at the time of airing) of the real-world scandal, but it’s not a thread I’m too interested in since this is just Grimm doing what comic books and other series like Law and Order have done plenty of times before: giving a real person a close-enough fake name in a way that’s kind of cute, as they try to “rip” material from “the headlines.”

The Aidikoff/Madoff thing more or less sets the tone for the handling of the Cinderella material as well—Arthur (our prince character, who lost a disastrous amount of money through Aidikoff) says at one point, “I can’t go to [my wife’s] stepmother.” It’s such a perfect line and reading of that line, because of the obviousness. It’s very awkward, but so is the way that his wife is named Lu-cinda or how she has a god-father. Seeing the pieces fall into place this way is a lot of fun. Later in the episode, when Arthur, Lucinda, and the godfather, Spencer, are being interrogated by Nick and Hank about their possible involvement in the stepmother’s murder, Arthur also delivers a succinct summary of the adapted version of the Cinderella ball and choosing her (equivalent) over the stepsisters. It’s very cute, and while Hank asking Arthur if he had any kind of sexual relationship with the stepsisters dirties it up, that’s just another kind of adorable. It’s Grimm doing its Thing. It walks a thin line between being unwatchably silly and just clever enough, and that’s probably a harder tone to write for than it might seem.

How the show’s Wesen focus fits into the original fairytale is both a strength and a notable weakness: Spencer, Lucinda, and (presumably) Lucinda’s late father and mother are all Wesen; however, the stepmother and sisters are not. This particular Wesen is another of the evil-coded ones as well, and it turns out that Lucinda is actually a proper spoiled monster with “no conscience,” to quote Spencer, while he’s always watched over her to keep her from acting on her worst impulses. We find out relatively early that Spencer is a Wesen, but the show waits to reveal Lucinda is one as well, building tension and uncertainty about exactly how the story is going to go. Even then, it’s still uncertain for a time precisely how the blame falls—which one murdered the stepmother and how in cahoots they might or might not be.

(Side note: I usually find Grimm’s horror elements pretty fleeting and weak, but the scene in the stepmother’s bedroom where she hears something and then looks under the bed and gets jump-scared by a bat creature did startle me. Something about the lighting actually felt a bit oppressive this time. Similarly, much later, the reveal of Lucinda already inside her remaining stepsister’s house similarly Got me. This might just be luck, in part, but my sense of the first of these two instances was still that it felt a bit more deliberately scary in a way that the show usually isn’t.)

In terms of the twist’s weakness, I think part of that feeling comes from the fact that “just” flipping the script (to say that, “Actually, Cinderella was the mean one”) doesn’t feel wildly original—more like the obvious route for subversion. I thought the idea of Spencer alone being a Wesen and choosing to attach himself to a human girl as a magical protector, while closer to just the “original” story, could have been an interesting angle for Grimm specifically to explore in its world. His friendship with Lucinda’s father is the reason given in the episode, though the fact that they were both Wesen makes it less interesting and less “unnatural.” Similarly, I think the idea of a mixed Wesen-human household is also very intriguing and might have been explored more. We get some vague allusions to how Lucinda tormented her stepsisters, but the concept is one that could have been further plumbed. Like, what was it like for the sisters to grow up in the same house with an evil Wesen? We can fill in the gaps, but it feels like there’s pathos being left on the table.

With Spencer and Lucinda, the show is once again poking at the question of what is and isn’t immutable about Wesen breeding, even if it isn’t acknowledged like it was in “Leave it to Beavers.” Lucinda seems to be more or less exactly what you’d expect from a Murciélago, while Spencer clearly isn’t. Him dying along with Lucinda is very convenient since it means that the show doesn’t have to reckon with how he revealed his true nature, verbally, to Hank and then used his supernatural screeching to shatter the window of his interrogation room and escape the station to go after Lucinda. I did absolutely love how his confession to the murder of the stepmother and one stepsister just casually reveals to Hank things that Nick has been keeping from him all season. This ends up being a ploy to get Hank out of the room, but when Spencer launched into it, to Nick’s obvious discomfort, I had to smile.

I found a similar joy in the Grimm tool Nick uses in this episode—a goofy little crank-powered sound gun with a stand. It’s nice to have a more obviously fantastical prop like this, and it ends up being very useful for maintaining secrecy in the end as well since Nick gives it up to the cops as (supposedly) the weapon used to achieve the otherwise unexplainable murders. Yes, the story technically, truly ends with the new dangling thread of another man involved in the killing of the elder Burkhardts, but there’s still a pleasant overall sense of tidiness.

#nbc grimm #tv series #review

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Series: Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D’s Ships: Misty Lola/Carly Nagisa, Misty Lola/Carly Nagisa/Jack Atlas Characters: Carly Nagisa (Carly Carmine), Misty Lola (Misty Tredwell), Crow Hogan Tags: mentions Jack Atlas, polyamorous Carly Nagisa, focuses on Misty/Carly, background Jack/Carly, title from a TWICE song, first kiss, date night Summary: Very few things on this Earth could distract Carly from a good rom-com. But, the way Misty was staring at the screen, blinking those beautifully long lashes, raising her brow when the movie amused her…

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The longer the phone rang, the more Carly’s stomach tied itself into knots, biting her bottom lip harder than intended. A spill-over from years of nerves swallowed with a shaky sigh. If Jack had been home, she might’ve felt less scared for the call to be answered, since she could have just thrown the phone at him to deal with.

The ringing sound, tinny from the sheer age of her device, eventually ceded, replaced with Misty’s familiar honeyed tone. “Carly?” Despite no view of her face, it was obvious that she was smirking. Somehow, that just made her more flustered, and Carly prayed that she didn’t notice it.

But when would she ever be so lucky? Of course it would get mentioned. “Little flustered, are we?”

Misty definitely knew how to press her buttons, and the stuttered attempts at denial only made it worse. A moment of silence between laughs was granted for Carly to unscramble her brain. A deep breath helped decrease that racing heartbeat. “I wanted to know if you wanted to come by and hang out for a bit.” Her voice still wobbled, betraying the anxiety that she was desperate to hide. New relationships were scary, and Misty was definitely scarier than Jack was.

“Sure, I can. Now?” Not asking about if Jack was home confused her for a second, but then she remembered how his voice could carry down the phone. Aki used to complain about hearing him better than Yusei whenever she called him.

“Uh, y-yeah. Now.” There was a brief tone of confidence, relief washing over in waves as it slowly set in: Misty wanted to spend time with her. Now, she really should have known this. They were dating, after all.

“Alright. I’ll leave now. See you in about an hour.”

An hour. That would be plenty of time, right? Carly just had to get ready. Except, she never took that long. Seventeen minutes and thirty-eight seconds to be exact. Now, she was sitting on the couch, watching the clock.

It was 4:53p.m. when they hung up.

It was now 5:11p.m.

How was she supposed to spend this time? A watched pot would never boil, but she was unable to tear her eyes away. The tick of the second hand rang through the room, reverberating off the walls until it pinged against her head. It was beginning to drive her insane, the incessant tocking that drowned the television out.

Her eyes refocused themselves, but the minute hand had only moved an inch.

It continued like this for a good while, watching the clock like she was scared it would disappear. She must have zoned out, because when she snapped back into reality, the clock said 6p.m. on the dot.

Suddenly, the calmness she had finally felt was totally gone, and the tightness in her abdomen, combined with a distinct nausea, returned. Misty said it would be an hour, and it had been an hour and seven minutes.

Maybe Misty had bailed on her. No, that would be ridiculous. She wouldn’t do something like that, surely?

No, surely it was just traffic. Despite being a model who definitely could afford limousines and chauffeurs to take her everywhere, she tended towards driving herself places. It kept the attention away from her, Carly assumed. The darkened windows definitely kept prying eyes out. Now, she was standing by the window, waiting for the black Mercedes.

Staring at a busy road, heart pounding each time she saw a black car - she didn’t know what a Mercedes actually looked like, especially not from a few stories up! Her view of the parking lot entrance was obstructed by another wing of the apartment complex, so watching so intensely was realistically a stupid call, but she couldn’t sit still.

Her heart almost jumped from her throat at the sudden sound of the door knocking. She spun around, getting tangled into the curtains in a moment of panic before rushing to the door. The clock said 6:08p.m.; she glanced at it briefly on her way, almost tripping over.

Unlocking the door and swinging it open, there stood Misty, beautiful as anything in a dress. She had clearly done her make-up and fixed her hair.

Carly now felt woefully underdressed in normal pants and a t-shirt, nothing on her face and her hair slightly frizzed. Her face was red from exertion, and her eyes were now watery. Of course, she was just getting herself ready. Why did she ever think Misty would bail on her?

“Carly?” She raised a perfectly sculpted brow, stepping over the threshold and wrapping an arm around the short girl.

Her nose was filled with expensive perfume, and she sighed heavily into it, leaning against her girlfriend with a whine of relief. “Yes?” She pulled back, looking up just in time to see her shake her head with a small smile.

“Nothing, nothing. Shall we go sit down?”

Now, Carly had to remember how to play the hostess role. It had been so long since she did this with Jack (which she failed miserably at, but she rightfully blamed that on how damn picky he was).

She watched as Misty removed her shoes, placing her feet into slippers that she had brought with her. She seemed to be in awe of her forethought; she never thought of that before.

“Wo-Would you like a drink or anything?” Carly stood awkwardly at the door, ushering her girlfriend in. “Get yourself comfortable!” There was a distinct squeak in her voice, one which she audibly winced at once it hit her eardrums. But, luckily, Misty didn’t need to be told twice, as she perched herself beautifully on the couch, one leg crossed over the other.

A Renaissance painting in her own living room, a marble statue that she was terrified to touch, blue eyes watching the distinct shake as silence lingered in the room.

“An Old Fashioned would be lovely.” The silence grew awkward as Carly blinked back at her. Her eyes may have been covered by those thick-rim glasses, but her confusion was obvious. It must have emanated from her; Misty was good at recognising auras. After a moment, she added, “Or, actually, a tea would be nice.”

There was an audible sigh of relief. Tea was doable. “I think we have uhh… normal tea, mint tea, maybe some camomile and honey?”

“Mint. Thank you, dear.”

She scurried into the kitchen, cheeks a strawberry red and heart beating in a staccato rhythm. At least tea was easy enough. She just wished she had a nice teapot to brew it in. A teabag in a silly Disney mug would have to do.

As the water boiled, she considered making herself one too. Something nice to calm her nerves. Nope, actually, there was only enough for one cup, and she didn’t like tea that much, anyway. There was a Coke in the refrigerator anyway! She grabbed it too quickly, dropping it on the floor with a yelp. Thank God it didn’t burst, but Misty still quickly moved into the kitchen to see if she was okay, gliding across the floor in her long dress.

“Everything okay?” She watched as Misty scanned the room, seemingly relieved by the lack of boiling water spilled. She must have assumed Carly hurt herself (a fair concern, considering how clumsy she was).

“Y-yeah. Just dropped a can.” She pouted, staring at the dented metal on the floor. It was the only one in the fridge. She bent her knees, intending to pick it up to hide at the back of the shelf so it could be someone else’s problem. But, in one graceful swoop, the can was off the floor and back in her hand, and her girlfriend was smirking at her.

“Let me get you another.” Fingertips grazed her cheek as she passed, placing the drink back inside and scanning for another. “Hm, there aren’t any more in here…”

By now, Carly was pouring water into the mug, placing the teabag in with a satisfying plop. “Oh, it’s okay! I can drink one of the ones that aren’t in it. I don’t mind!” She spun around, leaving the mug on the countertop. She didn’t dare pick it up yet. “I’ll grab it!”

But again, it was too late. The drink was in Misty’s hand. “Need me to pick the cup up too?”

Guests weren’t supposed to do the work, but the hot water was threatening to spill over the brim, and she was scared to scald herself on the walk in. “I… I can take the can off your hands, at least?”

She shrugged; it must have seemed fair to her, and the exchange of drinks took very little time. She expected a sharp inhale at the heat of the cup, but there was only silence. “It isn’t hurting you?” The words rushed from her lips before she realised how silly that sounded, and she tumbled over her words to try and fix it. “Sorry, that sounds so silly. It isn’t a talent to not be burned by a mug. I-I mean, you’re holding the handle, not the actual cup. And…”

There was a glimmer of amusement in Misty’s eyes as she turned away, but her expression barely changed. It stopped her dead in her tracks, watching the tall woman return to the living room. The mug was placed carefully onto a coaster, before she sat back down, flipping her hair behind her back. And still, Carly stood in the kitchen, the image of her hips swaying as she walked imprinted into her brain, burned into her retina so she could only see that when she closed her eyes. That model walk definitely did favours, and it made her little heart flutter.

But she couldn’t stand around forever, mouth slightly agape as she watched one leg cross over the other. Their eyes met again, and she immediately rushed into the room to sit rigid on the couch beside her, the can gripped tight in her hand. But when she realised the room was quiet, she had to put it down, aluminium placed direct against the wood.

It still felt awkward. She didn’t know what she had invited her over for. She had to think of something to do, and quick. She didn’t want Misty to get bored of her and leave! “Do you want to watch something, maybe?” She reached for the remote, narrowly avoiding knocking her drink over for the second time today.

“Sure. Whatever you’d like to watch, dear.”

Those pet names were getting to her. At least she could focus on the screen, brightly illuminated in the dim room. The Sun had set in the time it took her to make tea. From the corner of her eye, she watched the teabag leave the cup, placed carefully on a tissue with the teaspoon. “We could watch uh…” She flicked through, pondering for a moment. “ Bride War s… No… 27 Dresses …. Oh! Legally Blonde ! It’s my favourite.” She watched Misty nod in her peripheral, lacking the argument that she had grown to expect when putting a rom-com on.

Legally Blonde it was. She had to decrease the volume as it started, grumbling to herself about Jack’s tendency to keep the TV insanely high. “He’s going to blow the sound system one day.”

“He’ll just get Yusei to fix it.” She replied, eliciting a squeak from Carly (who clearly thought she was talking far quieter). And to be fair, Misty was correct.

She didn’t respond. Instead, she focused on opening her drink, taking a sip. Hm. Room temperature cola wasn’t exactly nice, but the alternative was an embarrassing explosion of foam. She couldn’t complain: it was her fault that there was only one in the fridge.

Once it was placed down on the coaster that Misty must have retrieved for her while she was distracted, she leant back, taking a deep breath. It was almost impossible to focus on the screen when a model - her model girlfriend - was sitting beside her. It wasn’t like she was doing anything incredible. She was just sipping tea, wafts of mint dispersing in the steam and filling the room. But she was beautiful, and soon, Carly was not paying any attention to her favourite movie.

Very few things on this Earth could distract her from a good rom-com. But, the way Misty was staring at the screen, blinking those beautifully long lashes, raising her brow when the movie amused her…

Anxiety frayed at the edges, but the rush of excitement whenever their eyes met was worth the way her heart fluttered. She found herself paying far more attention to her than anything else, head tilted in her direction. Carly internally thanked the glasses for hiding the way that she was staring.

Halfway through the movie, Misty finally broke the silence between them, pink lips twisted upwards. “Are you bored, love?” She had clearly misinterpreted the distraction to mean something very different, when really, she was just admiring her.

“Huh?” She was caught red-handed (or rather, red-cheeked), startled from her daze with a squeal. “Oh, yeah,” Wait, that wasn’t the right answer. “I mean, no! No! I’m not bored.” That was true, to be fair. She wasn’t! She just was more interested in something other than the film.

“Do you want to stop watching this?”

She shook her head, gaze staying low and focused on her lap, detailing the pattern of her jeans. She must have been obvious with her diversion of attention, because suddenly she could not see.

She lifted her head in confusion, and watched as the glasses were folded and placed onto the table.

Despite it all, Carly could see her with perfect clarity. The world blurred around them, melting away into a watercolour of patterns and hues. But, it just elevated the beauty. She watched her move closer, lashes fluttering as her face began to obscure again from the proximity.

They were so close that she could taste mint tea on her tongue, breath tickling her lips as the distance became smaller and smaller until—

“Jack! You ignored my text, you bastard!” Crow’s voice resounded through the apartment. Carly jumped away like a scolded child, eyes wide at the living room door as the ginger’s familiar frame came into view.

“Jack isn’t here.” Misty replied bluntly. She couldn’t tell for sure, but it seemed like she was throwing daggers towards him; he had interrupted… something, after all.

It was only now that Carly seemed to realise what they were about to do. They were going to kiss, and Crow got in their way; she didn’t know how it hadn’t clicked for her before now.

She scrambled for her glasses so that she could see him properly, a distinct pout on her lips now that she knew what she was missing out on. “G-go away, please, Crow.” Her voice came out as a whisper, barely audible over the movie.

“Oh, sorry, interrupting a date, huh?” Once her eyes had focused, she realised that he was smirking, eyes narrowed. “Sorry, didn’t mean to get in the way of your fuckfest, guys!”

“Crow! We weren’t doing anything!” She squeaked, tears welling in her eyes from sheer embarrassment. She knew what would happen from this; he would tell everyone about it through fits of laughter. At least she could rely on her boyfriend to scold him, but all of their friends would definitely know about it before that. “Please stop…”

“I’ll just wait here ‘til Jack gets back then, if you aren’t doing anything! Hope ya don’t mind!” He took a step towards the couch.

It seemed something snapped in Misty at that moment, and though she didn’t even raise her voice an octave, there was an ominous aura in the room. “Crow Hogan. Leave.” Was it even possible for her eyes to narrow further than the glare she had already been sending him? Before he could stand his ground and argue it out, she added, “Carly wants you to leave too, right Carly?”

Oh, she hated being dragged into conflict! But there was nothing she could do. Both of their eyes were on her now. “Y-yeah, please.” Her voice shook, a give-away of how difficult this was for her. But those words were out in the open now. She had stood her ground… almost.

He didn’t seem to particularly care, but he did step back towards the door. Carly was jealous that it didn’t affect him; she felt nauseous whenever there were raised voices in her vicinity. “Alright, where’s Jack then?”

“Y-Yusei and Aki’s place, I think.”

That seemed to be a good enough answer to him. He gave her a thumbs up, mouthing some kind of apology towards her with a toothy grin. And with that, he left again.

“I really need to start locking the door more often…” Carly mumbled, staring at the door in disbelief. She expected him to barge back in with another exclamatory statement, but the handle never moved.

“You might want to, yes. Jack can get himself back in.” As always, Misty was right.

They fell back into silence. As her heart began to settle, the thought of kissing her began to crawl back into her mind, whispering in her ear until she was so flustered that she couldn’t consider anything else. Was it rude to ask? Carly didn’t want to scare her off, after all.

She was clearly staring at Misty’s lips, biting her own. When she licked her lips, Carly mirrored her action. A sweet laugh filled the room.

“Thinking about something?” There were no secrets between them; she was an open book.

She didn’t need to answer. Misty simply closed the gap between them, pressing their lips together. It was brief, but she could taste cherries as they pulled away. It must have been her lip gloss; it left her in a daze, and she couldn’t control herself as she moved closer for a second kiss.

#yugioh 5ds #omenshipping #carly nagisa #misty lola #crow hogan #carly carmine #misty tredwell #ygo 5ds #my fics #commission #my writing #the virtues in the verse

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weirdthinkingdragon · 4 years ago

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Welcome To The Family (6/???)

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / here

Yandere EraserMic household x reader

Fun fact- Tadao was a sudden decision I made up on the spot after chapter 3 and wasn’t expecting to really make him a character other than a mentioned person with a mold/fungus quirk. I did though, and already love him as an OC more than I should. Oops.

It might be a long while before the next chapter. I think I may have drained myself a bit from focusing on this story so much.

Warnings- swearing, slight coercion I think? Not really sure but better safe than sorry.

I promise the darker stuff is coming soon.

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I wake up to someone calling me. Hitoshi? Why is he calling me at… 9 in the morning? Come on dude, I want to sleep more for dinner tonight. My fault for hanging out with Tadao a bit later last night than usual. He’s started walking with me to our apartment for the past few days. I wonder why we haven’t hung out until now. Meanwhile, Ryo and I seemed to drift apart. They refuse to even look at me now when I saw them last night.

Ugh, might as well answer it. “Hey, Hitoshi. You need something?” I tiredly slur from just waking up.

“Sorry for waking you…” Apologized the familiar voice of Eri. Wait, Eri? Why does she have Hitoshi’s phone? The wonder why she has his phone wakes me up a bit more.

“Oh, hey, Eri. Is something wrong?” A slight panic enters me in the possibility something bad could have happened to one of the guys. “Wait, is everyone okay?”

“We’re good. Just wanted to talk a bit with you before tonight.” Pipes up the familiar voice of Hitoshi in the background.

Relief floods me. “That’s good. What about?”

“Our dads!” Eri cheerfully informs.

My eyes narrow in confusion. “What about them?”

“What do you think of them?” Hitoshi asks. Huh? Why does this need to be talked about now? Maybe because more likely than not the two adults are asleep, and won’t hear the conversation?

I’m too tired to be filtered right now, so whatever comes to mind is whatever is going to be said. “They’re… An interesting two, to say the least. Hizashi seems like someone I can rely on to cheer me up pretty easily if I’m ever down, and after that day Shouta was sick, I realize Shouta’s secretly a lot more caring than he lets on. Still wouldn’t want to pi- anger him.” Ugh, it’s too early. I nearly just swore with Eri there! Well, saying “piss him off” wouldn’t have been that bad, but she needs to keep that innocence at least for a while yet.

Hitoshi laughs, probably catching on with what I almost said. “Seen it first-hand with his class. Can’t say I recommend it either.”

“What about looks?” Eri suddenly asks, catching me off-guard. What do their looks have to do with anything? They’re also a married couple, so whatever I think is invalid anyways.

“Well, had this weird thought of wondering what Hizashi would look like with his hair fully down when we went to the festival, but that’s really not something that I need to tell him. It’s something I probably shouldn’t be wondering in the first place.”

“What’s the problem in wondering that? It’s just hair.”

“Says the one who always looks like he stuck his head out a car window and hair decided to stay that way.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

I go back onto the topic. “Otherwise, I’m not really sure what to talk about with them. It’s their choices of what they wear. Though it IS pretty funny imagining Hizashi forcing Shouta to wear something he normally wouldn’t.”

“It’s happened more than once before.”

I tiredly let out a laugh. “I believe it.”

“Daddy made him wear a dress!”

An almost inhuman sound comes out of me at the thought of Shouta deeply frowning with a strapless hot pink dress forced onto him, and the only reason he does it is Hizashi would probably keep pestering him otherwise.

“Maybe sometime we could get him to do it again with you here. It’s quite a thing to see.”

“Oh, really? How did he not kill you for laughing?”

“He almost did,” he replies jokingly.

“If he tries to attack me when I’m there, you’re taking the blow.” I joke back.

He goes silent for a moment. “He wouldn’t dare. If he did, he’d have an angry little girl scolding him.”

“Toooshiiii!”

“What? You know I’m right.”

“Hmph.”

“Anyway, want to tell them what you’ll wear?”

“No! It’s a surprise!”

“Right back at you two,” I inform the slightly bickering duo.

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We both hung up after a bit more of talking about tonight. I could swear there was someone talking in the background for a second, but I brushed it off as the T.V. Eri was probably watching something earlier and forgot to lower the volume.

After playing on my computer for a while since it’s close to my bed, I decided to just get up and get ready. There are not many fancy things I have, so it’s quite limited on what to wear. Hopefully, they don’t mind if it’s a bit more casual than fancy. There’s plenty of time to shop for something, but I’m honestly too lazy to go anywhere. Just something of my favorite color and slightly more fancy than my daily clothes should work.

I have to dig much deeper into my closet to find said clothing from not wearing it too often.

One of my favorite color is grabbed. Nope, that’s not it.

I move a few more. Wait, there it is! I move a few more pieces of clothing and grab it, pulling it out. Hopefully, it still fits. Welp, time to try. I take off my pajamas.

Like a glove. Perfect!

Just to make sure there are no new forgotten holes or something, I look at myself in my body mirror. Huh, I actually look pretty good in this! I might have to wear it more often. Something feels like it’s missing though. Maybe a ring or something would help?

I look over to the select few rings I have, including the forgotten one Ryo gave me. My heart slightly twinges at remembering they gave it as a best friends type of ring years ago. A ring with real blue topaz fitting my middle finger.

Might as well wear it. I slip it on and decide to leave my room, though they won’t be here for a while yet. Maybe Tadao will be around.

My body instinctively starts looking around for the familiar- oh, not again. Does he LIKE sleeping on the floor in the hall or something? I walk up to his sleeping form. I gently nudge him to move with my foot.

He groans, and curls his head deeper onto his arm, also bringing his legs up so he’s a ball. “Come on dude, I know your quirk is related to mold and all, but you’re not supposed to BECOME it.”

“I am one with the floor… I shall be the floor…” He mumbles, probably sleep talking.

I nudge him harder, making him open his eyes to look up at me. “Heyyy Y/N. What time is it?” He sluggishly asks.

I check my phone. “Already half-past noon.”

That got his attention. Both of his eyes snapped open as he shot to sit up. He grabs his rather cracked phone and looks at it. There are a few messages on the screen without him unlocking it. They’re impossible to read as he seems frantic after looking at them. “Already!? Man, I gotta get ready! I’ll be late for work!”

I don’t even get the chance to ask him anything since he gets to his feet and sprints off past my door, probably to his.

Glancing at Ryo’s door, the thought of checking on them arises. No, they’re deciding on acting out like this. Crawling to them could only continue this childish way again at some point. Ugh, what to do now though? It will be boring to just sit around for the next few hours. The park could be good for a few hours.

The villains around though? Nah. Welp, more computer time.

Familiar brown hair in the corner of my eye catches my attention before returning to my door. It’s the woman that glared at me with Hizashi at the studio. What’s she doing around here? Never saw her around before, and she doesn’t exactly strike me as the type to like parties. Funny if she’s attracted to Hizashi like he told me.

She keeps her glare on me as she… Knocks on Ryo’s door? Oh hell no. There’s no way Ryo is hanging out with someone like that. I’m proven wrong though as Ryo opens the door and pulls them in without looking at me.

I- What? What’s going on lately?

Also, okay, what the ever-loving fuck Ryo!?

Calm down, give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe the woman hasn’t told Ryo anything about my work, and maybe it can just be a sudden meeting they did at one point, and it’s an opposites attract type of friendship. After all, I haven’t really been around. They were bound to try to find someone else to hang out with I suppose. Should this be a concern to bring up with Hizashi and Shouta though?

I stand there still staring at Ryo’s door and blink confusedly. They couldn’t have found anyone better to hang out with? Even a villain would have been better than her in my opinion. Sure, more trouble from me being around two- basically three- heroes could arise, but I’d be willing to keep that kind of secret for them. But this? This gives me a bad feeling.

What if she’s the reason Ryo is acting so odd?

Next Sunday will be the day to get some answers from them. If they will talk to me, that is.

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Time seems to slip by while being on my computer. My phone notifies me of a text message. I look at it to see it’s from Hizashi.

“Hitoshi’s coming in to get ya! We’re waiting!” My eyes widen noticing it’s already past six at night.

I try to text him ASAP to not let Hitoshi come in. They won’t be happy with my living place. “That will be fine, call him off. I’ll be out shortly.”

“Too late! Sorry!”

I sigh. He doesn’t even know which one mine is! I put my computer away and quickly left. Looking left and right, there’s familiar purple hair far down on the right. Obviously, it’s Hitoshi. He is staring with great disgust at the peeling walls and ripped-up flooring. Oh boy, it’s probably a disaster with what is about to happen in the vehicle now.

The hallway is rather dimly lit now, making it slightly hard to see, but it’s easy to tell he’s wearing a suit matching his eye color. I’m feeling pretty underdressed now.

“Hey, Hitoshi. You could have waited outside. Uh… You probably should have no offense.”

He glares at a piece of wall that falls off onto the floor. “How do you live in this?”

I shrug. “Eh, you get used to it,” I noticed his frustrated expression. He’s about to ask me why I don’t move or something since I clearly could with my pay. “And before you say anything, I rather like it here. It’s where a lot of my closest friends are.”

His eyes narrow at me. “You could still visit instead of living here.”

Someone jumps upstairs, making the place shake, and a piece of the ceiling on this level chips off and falls next to the wall piece on the floor.

“That’s new,” I comment. It’s true, the ceiling has never fallen before. Makes me wonder when this whole building is going to collapse. Bit worried for my friends here now.

Hitoshi looks at me like I just told him the world is going to end tomorrow.

I start walking to the exit, having Hitoshi follow behind me too closely for my taste. Makes sense if he’s doing it for my protection, but he obviously doesn’t know these people as I do. He almost could be felt against my back. “You mind standing back a bit? You’re rather close.”

He does, but just barely.

It doesn't take long for us to get to the vehicle. Just like before, I get in the center and hug Eri. The slight light in the car makes it hard to see her dress, but I'm pretty sure it's a bright silverish blue. The light wasn't on long enough to notice the two up front.

They do seem to notice Hitoshi in a slightly on edge type of way. For the moment the light was on.

"What's wrong, little hypno-man?"

"Their apartment is not fitting to live in."

"What?" Hizashi's tone almost drastically changes. I'm glad I can't see them right now. I focus on the scenery past Hitoshi to try ignoring the growing unease of him whistleblowing to them.

"It's falling apart. A part of the wall fell to the floor. The inside is much worse than the outside."

"Why are you still living there? You can easily move with the money we give you." Shouta pipes up.

"Because I like living there. It's a walking distance from your place, and all my friends are there."

"You could visit them some other time if you moved. We'd pay a bus for you if needed."

"Exactly! Or I could drive ya to our place! It wouldn't be a problem, and it would give me a little somethin' to do while the grump wakes up in the morning!"

I don't feel comfortable at the thought of having to rely on them like that. They're already so busy themselves, it really wouldn't be fair to them despite what they say.

“Uh… no. Thanks for the offer, but my place is good for now.”

The air is rather tense, telling me that they want to push more on the subject, but decide not to for now.

I decided to bring up what happened earlier. “Remember that bad woman from before?”

“You mean Chiyo?” Shouta spits her name with such hate, someone would think he’d murder her if he could. Hizashi must have told him about our meeting in his studio. Wait, Isn’t that a first name?

As if reading my mind, Hizashi answers for Shouta. “She doesn’t deserve the respect of last name. What about her?”

“I discovered today she might be hanging out with one of my closest friends that doesn’t seem to be too happy with me lately. Isn’t it a bit of a concern she might tell them that I babysit for you guys?”

“That’s confidential information. Like it was said to you before you started, you can’t tell anyone our identities. They can get into serious trouble if they do, and they signed a contract accepting they wouldn’t.” Shouta replies.

“That’s good to know.” I say, sounding relieved. They could be told how Ryo thinks they’re bad parents for me babysitting so often, but that’s something that probably doesn’t need to be brought up. Especially if she can’t tell Ryo about it.

Hizashi pulls up and parks in front of the restaurant we must be dining in. wait- fuck, I’ve heard of this place. It’s one of the most expensive restaurants around here! We exit and enter the restaurant. The first thing I noticed was how well-dressed the two men were. Shouta was wearing a navy blue suit, white undershirt, and a light brown tie. Oddly, he’s also wearing glasses. When did he need glasses?

Hizashi was wearing a cream-colored suit with a dark grey undershirt and a tie matching his eye color. Looking at the four of them and the others around, I am… severely underdressed. Doesn’t feel much better with everyone that stares at me from their tables for a moment.

Wait- Hizashi’s. Hair. Is. Fully. Down. I whip my head towards Hitoshi and glare in betrayal.

He notices with a smirk, and puts his hands in front of himself in mock-defense. “Don’t look at me. He was there then, just didn’t speak.”

My eyes narrow. “So it really WASN’T the T.V.” Seriously though!? That’s so embarrassing! He must have heard everything!

Him and Hizashi chuckle at me, making me feel worse.

A woman comes up from the counter. “Please tell me the name of your reservation.”

“The Aizawa’s.” Um… I’m not exactly a part of this family? Well, it does make sense though I guess just to do a last name. Hizashi smirks at Shouta while he glares in return.

“Right this way please.” She starts to lead the five of us to a table farther in the back. The enormous chandeliers overhead from the really tall ceiling are slightly intimidating if I’m to be honest. Each crystal is taller than Hizashi from the top of his hair in his hero costume to his feet.

The white and gold walls of the place give a surprisingly calming type of effect. It’s rather cool in here as well. Probably to help combat the ones who wear layers of clothes to be more fancy or something.

“You couldn’t have chosen anything else?” Shouta hisses quietly enough for the woman not to hear, but I’m close enough that I can. I’m right between them from behind while Hitoshi and Eri are behind me. I can swear Hitoshi keeps trying to nudge me forward closer to them.

“Aw, don’t worry ‘bout it babe! Besides, you and I both know you’re known much less than me! This way they won’t know us!” He leans even closer to Shouta. “And don’t deny it, you know you like the thought of me bein’ called an Aizawa~”

I can see red start to cover the side of Shouta’s face even though he tries his best to hide and prevent it. Ha! Now he’s the one to be embarrassed!

I let out a chuckle, making Hizashi turn and give me a toothy grin.

We get to a table with booth seats. The color of them is surprisingly similar to Eri’s dress.

I go to sit with Hitoshi and Eri, but like before, Hizashi grabs my wrist and has me sit between him and Shouta. Why do you keep doing this to me dude!? Shouta is on my right by the wall with Hizashi on my left by the opening.

Eri is sitting by the wall with Hitoshi by the opening in front of us. I didn’t notice before, but her dress has some candy apple red jewels the shape of diamonds, adorning the dress even more than it already was. Must be new since it’s never been seen by me before.

… I don’t like the closeness of the two men beside me again. Saying it is uncomfortable is an understatement. A difference than before is the heat of their thighs radiating through their pants onto mine.

The woman hands us menus. “Someone will be here to take your orders shortly.”

I try to brush them off while looking at the menu.

“Hey Y/N, are ya datin’ anyone?”

“Maybe.” They don’t need to know I’m not.

“That’s a yes or no question.” Shouta states with slight annoyance. He must have forgotten I told him I’m not the day he was sick.

“They better not be a villain. We’d hate to have to do something to you and them. Better be honest, you’re not looking the best right now.” Hitoshi accuses.

What the heck Hitoshi!? You’re just going to turn on me like this!? Why I ought to come over there and smack the back of your head myself!

My saving grace as the waiter comes- Tadao!? This is where he works!? He comes up to our table with a notepad in front of him. "Hello, I’m Ito, and I’ll be your waiter for tonight. What can I get you started with?”

“Tadao, you work here?”

His head snaps up from the notepad, and looks at me. “Oh hey, Y/N!” His face becomes a smirk. “What happened to calling me glowstick?”

“Well, you’re not really glowing right now in this light, are you?”

“Ha, you got me there.”

The three men look between us with some look I don’t really understand.

“Ya know each other?”

“You could say we’re close.” Tadao informs. They grow rather deep frowns at the news.

He clears his throat and brings his notepad up. “What drinks could I start you guys with?” We each tell him our drinks and he writes them down. “All right, drinks coming right up!” He leaves to go get them.

“He’s one of the reasons I don’t move out of my apartment. Especially now. We’ve become really close recently.”

“You should stay away from him. He seems like bad news.” Hitoshi informs.

??? huh? “Why, do you know he has a villain record or something?”

“He could be using you. Stay away from him or we might have to make sure he doesn’t do anything.”

Okay, THAT pisses me off. “First of all, you guys can’t tell me who I can and can’t hang out with outside of babysitting hours. Second of all, I’d really appreciate it if you guys could be less judging of him, because he has never done anything even slightly villainous whenever we met.” My slightly edged tone makes them back off the topic. I wanted to add third of all being he walks with me at night to our apartment place, but that seems like a bad idea if their reaction is this so far.

It grows awkwardly silent between us all for a moment. Maybe I should have kept the others to myself too, but damn it, they need to have more respect for my decisions they were never a part of, and have no need to be a part of.

Tadao comes with our drinks. He places them down, and Hizashi immediately takes a big drink of his.

“Here you guys go, and one drink for one special person.” He jokingly winks at me.

I roll my eyes in response. “Sometimes I truly wonder if I hate you.” I tease.

He rolls his eyes in return. “Admit it, you know you love me.”

Hizashi chokes on his drink. I don’t help him from still being a bit upset. He should be fine anyways after a bit.

He does, and is able to manage keeping his quirk down as well.

“Do I?” I question teasingly.

The three men glare at him. Sheesh, what’s their problem?

He seems rather uncomfortable by it and leaves in a rush immediately after taking our orders. After I almost had a heart attack from the beyond insane prices, of course. Even the cheapest thing is over half the money I’m given a day for babysitting.

I’m getting pretty upset with these guys right now. Starting to wonder if they got hit with some odd quirk again or something.

That calms me down a bit since it would kind of make sense that’s why they’re acting odd. How long will it last though? Better not be long. I don’t know if I can handle them like this without losing my mind.

“Hey, Y/N. We have something for you,” Hitoshi pipes up, and nods towards Hizashi.

“Right!” He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a… necklace? It has my favorite type of jewel in it, encased behind and around the edges with what looks like real gold. A different shine is on it, like something is covering the gold to prevent it from easily being destroyed by weather or wear. The shape is in a rather large teardrop. It looks custom-made as well. Never seen anything even close to what this looks like before.

“It’s a gift!” Eri cheerfully chimes in.

“That she helped us pick for you.” Shouta informs.

Please don’t tell me it’s authentic. It looks real though. I can’t even begin to imagine the price of what it must have cost to create it if it is real. “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept this! It feels too much like I’m just using you guys if I do!”

The three of them frown. Even Eri seems a bit disappointed.

Eri asking me my favorite jewel kind of makes sense now, but why would they want to give this to me?

“C’mon, let’s put it on ya!” He hands it over to Hitoshi and stands up, pulling me to stand up with him. Hitoshi stands as well.

“Did you guys not hear me? I- I can’t accept it!”

Hizashi shakes his head. “Don’t be so worried, dear little lovesong! We want you to have it! Ya can’t just say no, we spent too much for it to go to waste now!”

Hitoshi goes behind me with the necklace and is able to put it on while I’m still rather reluctant to accept such a gift.

Eri’s eyes almost seem to sparkle when the clasp gets shut on it. “You look amazing!”

I freeze in my tracks to notice everyone is staring at us yet again. This time with slightly different reactions. A couple of them seem to be with envy, making me want to shrivel up and hide in a hole, and others seem to be appreciative I have something more expensive than my clothes now or something.

At least Shouta seems to give me mercy by pulling me back down in the booth and glaring at them all in such a way that they all stop staring. I’m feeling a bit like a ragdoll at this point.

Hitoshi joins him, making sure they truly stop. The glare combined of those two could probably curdle the blood of All Might himself.

The restaurant seems to grow quiet between all of us.

I decide to escape by using the bathroom. Hizashi didn’t have time to sit back down before it was necessary. “Stay here, it won’t take me long.” They still seem reluctant to let me go alone.

Getting to the bathrooms, I didn’t have to go, just wanted to get out of the stares and whispers for a little bit. Despite the men’s glares, of course there was still going to be gossip of someone in here who looks so out of place.

“Hey, Y/N, be careful around them, alright? They’re pretty strange.” Pipes up the familiar voice of Tadao behind me.

I play dumb. He probably shouldn’t know I know they must have been hit with some kind of quirk. “How do you know? They could just be being cautious since their children are with.”

“I admit, I did watch you a bit at the festival. More so the men you were with when they came. Something about them isn’t... “ He seems to be struggling with figuring out how to explain it. “It’s wrong. I just can’t quite put my finger on what it is. Again, just be careful, alright?”

I just nod and enter the bathroom.

A bit after cooling off, I go back to the dinner table, them all still waiting and chatting about school. Well, Shouta being nearly silent as usual. Hizashi quickly stands up to let me sit between them again. Ugh, I really don’t want to.

Yet I do, just to be kind. The least I can do is sit through this since they went through the effort of such a gift, even though to me it seems highly unnecessary.

Tadao comes with our food not much later with a secret frown on his face. He’s smiling, but I’ve learned him well enough by now it’s worry he has instead of a cheerful personality. It slightly drops to reveal his true emotions when he notices the guys glaring at him yet again. He doesn’t say a word, just drops all of the food off and leaves.

This feels like a really ruined dinner, even though this food is incredibly good. The atmosphere has definitely become shit. I seem to be the only one to notice. Hizashi looks over towards me and gives me another grin, not giving much comfort. What’s worse is every time I stop for a moment and rest my hand on my lap, Shouta seems to try to grab it. It led me to just keeping the utensil for my dinner in my hand.

I’ll have to apologize to Tadao for their behavior tomorrow. Easier said than done since I still can’t exactly tell him who they are. Cursed contract.

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gaycrouton · 3 years ago

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I have a question... So let's say that someone who hasn't written since school but loved to write and has always wanted to write fanfic would suddenly like to try it out? Would you have any tips? Also, should they get a beta reader or just like ask a friend or something to read it and give feedback? Another thing is that they don't have any friends irl that have watched what they have so they wouldn't understand it lmfao.

Also, I love you lots, you're definitely one of my favourite people to follow and someone who has inspired me to attempt writing again 💜💜💜

This is so sweet!! I am so tremendously honored that I'm one of the people who has inspired you to try writing again! You absolutely should!! I love you lots and I'm rooting for you!!

I don't know if I'm the most qualified, but I definitely have amassed some tips and tricks that at least work for me that I can share!

1) Write what you want to read! I always find that really helps. When I'm engrossed in the story and want to find out what happens next, it motivates me to have to write it.

2) This could contradict the first tip (and may feel like I'm plugging myself since I run it), but I think joining the exchanges (@xfilesfanficexchange) really helps! I feel motivated to write when it's a gift for another person. Sometimes I get prompts that are out of my comfort zone, and I find those experiences help be become a better writer by forcing me to experiment with eras/characters/writing styles that I may otherwise never do (and often times find that I enjoy!)

3) I don't follow this piece of advice and I wish that I did, but have longer works finished before you start posting. The minute I feel like I'm making people wait, I get anxious and usually take longer than anticipated bc now there are people out there I feel like I'll disappoint. Don't let excitement to get your fic out ASAP cloud your judgment (like I do haha).

4) Play around with writing Mulder and Scully. I'm personally attracted to both of them so it's easy for me to write lusting after either haha, but I identify as a woman more with Scully but I feel Mulder's overwhelming self-doubt etc. Learning what aspects of yourself help you relate to different characters by experimenting really helps.

5) I think readers make the best writers personally. I find that I write the best when my head is full of ideas spurred from reading fic/novels/whathaveyou. If I haven't been able to enjoy the writing of others for a while, it's always harder for me to write.

6) Find what mood is best for you. Like what writing-ambiance fuels you? I'm still trying to find mine. I enjoy having shitty reality TV on in the background (or music), I have a summoning circle of beverages around me, I prefer nights, etc. I will say tragically, nothing inspires me to write more than having something else really important that I should be doing instead haha.

7) If you're looking for betas, here's a list of people in the x-files community who are down to beta! (People can add their names to the list at any time).

8) Don't look at numbers! People get really focused on that, and it can get discouraging, but you have a unique perspective and something to say and people want to hear it!

9) It's so fun to jump around in the different eras of the x-files. I personally am a slut for UST, and I find it's easiest for me to write, so I'm always doing S4-7. Some love writing pregnancy, some love the s1 baby agents before the mythology really gets to them, some love dabbling in the cancer angst, etc. If you try writing something and maybe the juices aren't flowing, maybe that's just not an era of the show that is hitting your writing muses.

10) Have fun! This is such a historic, loving community full of support. We want you here!

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dissociativesworld · 4 years ago

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Unexpected Matrimony

Pairing: Captain Rex x reader

Word Count: ~1.9K

Tags: NSFW, slow-burn-ish (familiar with each other before the story), marriage for the mission, Rex sucks at flirting, reader teases the shit out of him, both are oblivious, PiV (wrap it up in rl), cum outside (whoa I know), some dom energy from Rex, not edited because this got rewritten three times already

A/N: Kinda find Rex hard to write, not being he's not amazing but because I feel like his character is a little more complex emotionally than some of the other clones? (I feel the same way about Echo, I'd love to write him but shit there's so many facets) idk either way - enjoy

Story below the cut

“So how’s it feel being the only clone trooper to be legally married?” You giggle, taking a sip of wine.

You had no idea why you and Rex getting married was so important to the mission but Anakin seemed pressed that you would say no. So much so that he didn’t tell either of you until Ahsoka let it slip on the ride here. While initially annoyed, you enjoyed Rex’s shocked face way too much.

“What the matter Captain? The idea of marrying me that appalling?” You elbowed him in the ribs, earning a hearty laugh from his crew.

He didn’t respond but looked even more flustered at your jesting. Well, there were certainly worse men in the Republic to be forced to marry than him.

Rex’s nervous chuckle brought you back to the moment.

“I have to admit, I never thought that would be something I experienced.” He rubbed the back of his head like he did when nervous.

Since when did you know that? You caught yourself. Being friends with Anakin and Padme meant you got more face time with the 501st than normal civilians so you and Rex weren’t strangers. You’d even accompanied them to 79s on more than one occasion. But Rex, while there, had always hung back a bit while you were there. Or at least that’s what his team told you.

Now it was just the two of you sitting in a honeymoon suite on some planet you’d never been to before while Anakin and the rest of the squad were traipsing around completing the mission. Maybe afterward he’d actually explain why you two were just sitting here. Surely Rex would be more useful helping out or at least happier than he seemed to be in your presence.

“Still bummed that it had to be me?” You circled back to your earlier joke.

Rex glanced up at you, his brown eyes searching your face. His face was hard to read, probably got plenty of practice with a general like Anakin.

“I definitely didn’t imagine it being you. But I wouldn’t consider that a bad thing.” His voice trailed off as he spoke, you almost couldn’t hear the last part.

“Aw well, I’m glad I’m not a complete letdown.” You laughed, happy to see you earned another blush from the man. “I guess the guys will never let you hear the end of this, huh?”

“I don’t mind. I get to rub it in their faces if anything.” Rex mumbled into his drink, a pink tint still coloring his face.

You giggled, biting your lower lips as you watched him. The muscle in his jaw was tensed as he swallowed, the tip of his tongue flicking across his lips. For a clone, he was so distinct and not just from the blond hair. The way he held himself was different, you’d noticed it the second you met him and he hadn’t disappointed since. You found her eyes dipping lower, enjoying the new sight of him without the top pieces of his armor on.

“You’re staring.” Rex’s voice brought you back to reality yet again.

“I can’t help it, you’re pretty good-looking you know.” You smirked, lifting your glass back up to your lips.

“You’re one to talk.” He chuckled. “You ever wonder why the boys are always inviting you out?”

You scoffed with a giggle, “here I thought it was because of my impeccable sense of humor.”

“I mean, you’re so much more than beautiful,” there was the neck scratch again. “You really haven’t noticed their flirting?”

You paused, considering the question.

“Nope, I just assumed they’re like that with all women.” You giggled, pausing a moment.

Maybe you should just go for it. What’s the harm? The poor guy was already married to you.

“To be honest I was probably watching you more than listening to them.” You feigned a cough before taking another sip of your drink.

Rex’s head snapped up.

“Why is that?”

“I told you, you’re a handsome guy.” You giggled.

Rex glanced back down at the floor for a second before standing from where he was leaning. Your eyes followed him, watching the way he moved toward you the way he always did. Shoulder’s back, spine straight, chin up. He paused in front of you before holding out a hand.

You took it without hesitation, allowing yourself to be pulled to your feet curious what he was up to. Maybe the impassive face wasn’t such a good thing. At least to you.

Rex inhaled sharply, this was the closest you’d been to him besides the wedding ceremony. He smelled like the military issue soap you’d come to associate with the troopers and you could catch a whiff of the whiskey he’d been drinking, a wedding gift from Anakin. Or a condolence gift, who knew with him.

“I’d like to kiss you if you’re not opposed,” Rex spoke formally, previous relaxed chatter seemed to be forgotten.

You paused for a moment, surprised at the sudden forward approach. Never once before did you think he would ever be genuinely interested in you. Especially after his teams’ comments about him being standoffish whenever you were around.

Rex’s blank face faltered, it was only a second but you saw the momentary collapse in confidence.

Fuck it.

You reached up, grabbing his shoulders before pushing your lips against his. He didn’t move for a second, seemly surprised by your actions. After a moment you felt arms circle your waist and pull you closer against his chest. You melted into the embrace, feeling the sinewy muscle through his blacks.

He reluctantly pulled away, eyes soft as he stared into yours.

“Why’d you stop?” You asked quietly, eyes flicking between his searching for an answer.

His lips crashed back into yours making your heart leap in your chest. A hand went to the back of your head, fingers knotting in your hair as his lips moved against yours. You looped your arms around his neck both of you pulling each other into yourselves.

Rex’s hands went to your thighs, lifting them so you could circle your legs around his waist. You paid no mind as he moved, just focused on his mouth as his tongue danced with yours.

Suddenly he broke away and dropped you onto the bed in the middle of the room. You gazed up at the captain to see him staring back with an adoring gaze that you had never seen before, not that you were complaining.

“I don’t know where you got the idea that I don’t like you.” Rex spoke in a husky tone. “But hopefully this clears that up.”

He leaned down and caged you down to the bed with his body, lips back on yours. You could feel your lips becoming raw from the attention but you didn’t want it to stop. It wasn’t long though before he moved to kiss down your jaw then neck to your shoulder where he bit down gently, sucking at your soft flesh.

You could feel the heat pool between your legs, your hands moving to his back as you moan. He bit down a little harder and you dug your nails into his back. The rumble of his groan could be felt against your skin before he moved to continue trailing kisses down between your breasts to your navel. You mentally cursed the dress that you were wearing, it was going to take way too long to get it off and you did not want to wait that long.

Rex on the other hand didn’t seem to mind as he reached for your calf, hand moving up your leg and under the dress skirts before stopping right above your knee. His eyes met yours again, unspoken question hanging in the air.

And then his comm rung.

“You have got to be kidding me,” you blurted out, sexual frustration clouding your mind.

Rex chuckled before reluctantly getting up and retrieving the device from where his armor was. He walked back over to where you were, now sitting up.

“General Anakin?” Rex answered.

“Hey Rex - sorry for ditching you two, we needed a convincing cover for being planet-side. Are you two both still alive?”

You could hear hushed laughter in the background, gazing up at Rex you could see his face starting to flush again. He was so lucky color didn’t show well over holo or else he’d never hear the end of it.

“Yes sir.” He answered curtly, eyes darting down to look at you with a hint of a smile on his face.

“Good, we’ll be back in about a half-hour to get you guys. Hang in there.” Anakin said before signing off.

Both of you stood in silence for a moment before you smirked and stood up next to him.

“I don’t know about you but I think that means we still have some time to kill.”

Rex reached around your back to unlace the back when you pushed him down onto the bed. He looked up at you with an arched brow.

“Still not enough to get this thing off,” your smirk remaining on your face as you move to straddle his waist.

His eyes widened momentarily before returning your smirk and pulling you into another bruising kiss. You moved your hips just enough for him to be able to push the waistband of his blacks down before you felt his hard cock press against your damp panties. His fingers pushed the fabric aside as you reached down to guide his cock.

You could feel your own blush crawling along your cheeks as you watched Rex’s face. His eyes were hungry as they locked between your legs as you sat on his cock, he moaned and dropped his head back onto the bed as you bottomed out. Moving your hips slightly earned another loud groan from him emboldening you to set a slow teasing pace.

Suddenly he gripped your hips before sitting up so your bodies were flush against each other again.

“We don’t have time for that mesh’la and I’m not leaving here until I feel you cum on my cock.” His hips gyrating into yours, making sure to hit every sensitive spot inside you.

His hand went to your clit as you rode him, the heat coiling quickly in your belly. You could hear him murmuring in Mando’a as your pussy clenched around him, the tension threatening to snap.

Rex’s comm rang again.

You paused, beyond frustrated.

“I didn’t say stop mesh’la,” Rex growled, hips snapping up into you again encouraging you to keep going.

“But Skyw-” You started before Rex grabbed the back of your head, pulling your face to his in a searing kiss.

The tension building snapped and you felt your orgasm wash over you like a wave, your legs shaking from the force. Rex pushed his hips up into you twice more before pulling you off him, ropes of cum spilling down his cock as you two panted.

Rex moved you to his side as he got up and grabbed the comm, yet again, slipping his cock into his pants before answering.

You didn’t bother to eavesdrop this time, laying back on the bed letting the blissed-out feeling numb your senses. Soon Rex was standing over you, a genuine smile on his face.

“It’s time to go mesh’la.” His voice was soft, as he stroked your still exposed thigh.

You smiled back, sighing deeply. “One more kiss?”

Rex chuckled, grabbing your hand to help you stand. He pressed his forehead against yours before placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“There will be plenty more later mesh’la."

#rex x reader #captain rex x reader #rex x you #star wars headcanons #star wars #clone wars #clone wars imagine #captain rex #cw rex

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mitts2002 · 4 years ago

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JJK pottery dates

Hii I've already made a separate inumaki fic on this so he won't be included. I was originally meant to do this for one character but I've decided to do multiple cause I can😌 Also I've never done pottery so I'm just winging this!

Itadori Yuuji

Yuuji would assume that he's gonna be a natural at pottery despite being both your first time

But yuuji would definitely not care about the end result of it

As long as he has a good time with (Y/N) that's all that matters

He'll accidentally use too much strength when handling the clay. Instructor tells him he's too heavy handed

(Y/N) on the other hand is doing pretty well. Shes almost done shaping and is ready to add some decorations

This is when Yuuji realises he does care about the end result because his looks like a complete mess

To cheer him up (Y/N) engraves Yuujis name into her pot and gives it to him as a gift.

You also offer to take yuujis piece in return

(Y/N) uses yuujis clay thing as a place for small trinkets and earrings

Yuuji uses (Y/N)s pot to plant a cactus

The couple had decided to go on a cute little pottery date for their first date, so why was Yuuji pouting in the corner?

Well at first (Y/N) and Yuuji were having a great time together. Messing around and quoting stupid memes and movie references was just their thing so when it was actually their turn to make something Yuuji had no idea what he was doing.

(Y/N) despite messing around with him had actually paid attention to the instructor and was doing just fine which made matters even worse for Yuuji. He assumed this would be a piece of cake when in reality it wasn't.

"Yuuji stop sobbing in the corner babe, it doesn't even look that bad!" You clearly lied to him but you knew it was for his own good.

"NO ITS TRASH look at yours (Y/N) so nice and pretty no one would ever want mine! Now I'll never be the world's best pottery maker" Yuuji babbled on just being his overdramatic self.

"Well I'd love love yours! I could put my jewellery in it, I needed a new trinket box anyways" you quickly thought on the spot and sighed in relief when Yuujis head perked up

"Really?" Yuuji sniffled and grabbed onto your waist. "Yeah and ill carve your name into mine! Then give it to you as a gift. Equivalent exchange" you winked at Yuuji knowing its an offer he couldn't refuse.

"Okay deal" Yuuji sat back next to you working on your trinket box while your worked on carving his name into his plant pot.

Choso

Choso was trying to learn more about the 21st century

How did he do this? By binge watching old rom coms on netflix.

In the middle of one of the movies a pottery scene comes up and chosos eyes couldn't shine more bright.

He loved the idea. It was a great way to spend your time with your loved one.

Choso immediately rang (Y/N) and demanded she arrange a date, which she did

You and Choso couldn't find any classes near you but looking at Chosos pout and puppy dog eyes begging to find a way you had no choice.

(Y/N) did the next best thing and decided to buy a beginners home kit. Now you both sat in the living room with newspapers littering the table and large aprons on yourselves.

"Okay so let's read the instructions first" you picked up the small booklet and looked over to Chosos who couldn't contain his excitement.

His buns were a little messier than usual as he rushed them the moment the package arrived but he still looked cute nonetheless. "Let me set it up then I guess we can try make a bowl? That seems to be the easiest option" you suggested while flicking through the pages and setting things up.

"Can we make a plant pot? I wanna give yuuji a plant for his birthday" Choso proposed. "Aww that's actually a great idea yuuji would love it!" You exclaimed in return and motioned him to come closer as you were ready to begin.

Choso had sat you in between his legs and leaned his head on your shoulder. His hairs tickled you and butterflys fluttered in your stomach when Choso began to kiss your cheeks slowly inching down to you neck.

"Oi behave" you ordered trying to sound intimidating but just burst out in laughter instead. "Fine sorry sorry let's focus on the pot" Choso apologised giving one last kiss to your head.

The pot was forming nicely but was a bit wonkey due to the hand size difference between you both.

Neither of you could care though, the intimacy of his hands on yours, music playing in the background and laughter filling the room from your stupid stories and Chosos dad jokes he recently learnt was just what Choso wanted.

The plant pot had turned out to be very cute and Yuuji ended up loving it.

Kamo Noritoshi

Kamo noritoshi was brought up in a strict household

During his childhood he was expected to be talented in many areas

Archery, studying, drawing, poetry, crochet, painting and even pottery were part of the many skills kamo noritoshi had devloped

The moment (Y/N) had learnt that the vase and other ornaments in noritoshis room were hand crafted by him she wanted to learn too

Now Noritoshi is sitting here behind his girlfriend teaching her how to make a vase because she wouldn't stop pestering him

"Noriii STOP being so perfect!" (Y/N) had yelled at her confused boyfriend who was simply decorating his clay piece.

"You wanted to do pottery with me and now your doing it. What's the problem?" Norotoshi sighed and turned to look at your vase. If he could even call it that.

"If you were struggling you could've asked me for help" Noritoshi scolded while your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Yeah well I wanted to do it myself" you whined and crossed your arms in defeat.

"FINE help me please it's way harder than it looks" you admitted as nori made his way over to you.

"Firstly you need to be more gentle, it's wet clay not a damn rock (Y/N)" he corrected you and put his hands upon yours.

"Your hands are cold" you whispered to him feeling his slightly calloused hands touch yours.

"Focus (Y/N)" he responded equally as quiet as you. The room fell into a comfortable silence as your and nori moulded your vase together.

When it was finally finished you kissed noritoshi on the cheek. His cheeks turned slightly red but he kept his composure.

"It's fine (Y/N) just don't break it okay" the black haired male reminded you since you were quite clumsy.

"I promise I won't! But next time you have to do this call me and I'll join"

After this date, pottery became a common occurance for (Y/N) and Noritoshi. (Y/N) kept her promise and still fills her vase with flowers nori buys her to this day.

Okkotsu Yuta

Yuta okkotsu was a nervous wreck

You were given free tickets to a pottery event and asked Yuuta if he would accompany you

Of course he agreed without realising what he was actually getting himself into

The couple were currently at the event extremely close to make a bowl together

Yuuta could feel your hair on his skin and wanted to lean closer to bask in your presence

The moment he finally mustered the courage to lean onto your shoulder a little interruption had scared you both

'Okay Yuuta you got this. My wonderful (Y/N) is focused on the bowl so just slowly lean onto her' Yuuta thought to himself before looking towards his hands that were on yours. 'I GOT THIS' Yuuta had slowly inched closer while you continuously spoke so close to achieving his goal.

"IS THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND!' a young girl with pigtails and pink bobbles yelled at Yuuta. The pair had jumped and practically ruined their bowl but yuuta couldn't care less. His chance was ruined.

"Yuuta she asked you a question" you reminded him and causing the black haired male to turn back to the small girl

"Ah yes this is my girlfriend" He responded with a small blush. "Well she's very pretty!" The cute child exclaimed.

"Thank you sweetie you're very cute too" (Y/N) cooed at the small girl and patted yutas arm telling him to compliment her aswell. Before yuuta could speak the young girl had beat him to it.

"OH YOU MUST BE ON A DATE! Sorry I ruined your bowl" she apologised looking down in guilt for interrupting you both.

"No no it's okay don't worry about it" Yuuta reasured and patted her head giving her a soft smile. (Y/N) blushed at the sight of her loving boyfriend with a child and gave the girl a quick high five before she scurried off to her parents.

"Wasn't she the sweetest little girl yuuta?" You asked and got a small 'hm' in response. "Our bowls a bit messy but I think we can salvage it right? Come closer so we can fix it properly" you grabbed his arms pulling him closer to you. Maybe that little interruption helped him after all.

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