#ic (sienna)

[etruatcaelum]

[ @redacted-muses | raven // for sienna ]

Of all the reasons to go home, making offers of alliance to Shade Academy of all institutions is not one Sienna would have entertained even in jest before Atlas fell; war made for strange bedfellows indeed. She stops a stone's throw from the imposing outer wall, mouth a hard line, ears pinned back in reflexive distaste—both for the humans running the place and the self-important air exuding from the monumental stonework.

"Tch. Still an eyesore." Sighing, she steels herself and moves forward, narrow-eyed gaze locked onto the huntress loitering before the gate. Briskly, "Are you with them?" Her chin lifts to indicate the school. She's not in the habit of introducing herself.

[writingsofwesteros]

[victoriousfidelity]

"Hurt, and grieve, but don't suffer alone."

lyric starter for @adreamfully (Sienna) Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

[monstersunderneath]

sender licks receivers blood off their thumb

🩸  ――――       SHE  WAS  EMBARRASSED  BY  ART  ONCE  AGAIN,  BESTING  HER  AND  RUBBING  IT  IN  HER  FACE  BY  ENJOYING  THE  BLOOD  HE  SPILLE  FROM  HER  PAINTED  ON  HIS  THUMB.  it  infuriated  sienna  to  a  point  where  her  rage  was  consuming  her  from  the  inside,  making  her  blood  boil,  and  her  limbs  quake  with  aggression.  she  vowed  from  the  moment  she  began  this  fight  with  @ourdyingwords  that  she  would  do  everything  in  her  power  to  defeat  him.  she  still  didn't  know  how  she  would  do  this  but  she'd  settle  for  causing  him  as  much  pain  as  possible.  she  stood  back  up  on  her  feet  and  spread  them  apart,  scowling  at  him,  and  squinting  her  eyes  in  anger.        “        you're  DISGUSTING        ”     she  yelled  at  him.  she  stepped  on  the  handle  of  a  shovel  that  laid  next  to  her  feet,  causing  it  to  prop  up  quickly  which  she  then  promptly  took  a  hold  of  and  slammed  the  metal  plate  against  art's  face.  she  wanted  to  see  him  bleed  too.  he  deserved  every  bit  of  pain  she  could  cause  him;  it  might  not  do  him  in  in  the  way  she  was  always  hoping  but  it  was  enough  to  make  her  feel  better.  he  was  an  evil,  soulless  thing  and  she  would  take  great  pleasure  in  causing  him  pain,  hoping  to  eventually  lead  him  to  his  death.  she  stood  above  him  and  knocked  him  again  in  the  face  with  his  shovel,        “      i  owe  you  pain.        ”

[greenelight]

❝   so   i   hear   you   make   your   own   costumes.   ❞   mason   has   a   lot   of   respect   for   those   who   are   crafty   enough   to   create   their   own   things   ,   especially   since   he   could   never   fathom   having   the   patience   to   do   that   sort   of   thing   for   himself.   his   creative   talents   remain   with   the   piano   or   performing   on   stage   ,   but   to   be   able   to   create   something   with   your   own   hands   ?   yeah , that's   incredibly   amazing   in   his   eyes.   he   had   been   looking   for   a   costume   designer   for   their   upcoming   play   for   some   time   now   ,   but   no   one   seemed   up   for   the   job   or   even   interested   given   the   period attire   that   needs   to   be   made.   whispers   among   the   students   said   that   sienna   made   her   own   halloween   costume   not   that   long   ago   ,   so   he   figured   he'd   approach   her   on   the   subject when the opportunity struck.   it   doesn't   hurt   to   ask   ,   right   ?   the   worst   thing   she   could   say   is   no.

❝   costuming   is   a   talent   that   very   few   possess.   in   fact   ,   you   could   make   money   doing   something   like   that.   ❞   okay   ,   so   the   school   isn't   really   giving   them   a   lot   of   money   for   the   theatre   department   in   general   ,   but   he   will   do   his   best   to   ensure   his   stage   hands   are   paid   well in some way   &   not   with   a   damn   pizza   party.   ❝   you   ever   considered   doing   theatre   ,   sienna   ?   i   think   you   could   have   a   lot   of   fun   doing   that   &   honestly   ,   we   need   someone   to   help   make   costumes. i can't actually pay you , sadly , but it could be a fun thing for you ? you could meet some cool kids. make some friends.   ❞

˗ˏˋ     ᵒᵛᵉʳᵗᵘʳᵉ·     entering   the   stage   ﹕  @amreality   as   sienna   shaw.

[mattressunderwater]

Recipe by K. Sawyer Photography

[sinceileftyoublog]

Small Isles Interview: A Blurry Ecosystem

Photo by Dustin Aksland

BY JORDAN MAINZER

Sometimes, dreaming big pays off--literally, in Jim Fairchild's case. The former Modest Mouse and current Grandaddy lead guitarist and now prolific film composer has been releasing music with collaborator Jacob Snider over the last few years under the moniker Small Isles. The project's debut LP, The Valley, The Mountains, The Sea, was a score to something that didn't tangibly exist: an imagined Rick Moody-written sequel to The Ice Storm adapted into a film by Ang Lee. When I spoke with Fairchild and Snider in 2021, they mentioned collaborating with string player Sienna Peck on an upcoming EP. What I couldn't have foreseen was Fairchild's ultimate endgame: for his imaginary film scoring and real film scoring to develop a symbiotic relationship.

That is, at this point, Fairchild is able to use what I called "filmless music" as a starting point. He'll imagine a film, score it, see where it takes him, and either scrap it, use it for the Small Isles record he's currently working on, or even use it for the real film score he was hired to do. Other times, his professional film scoring will yield sounds that are appropriate for the heady universes he's conjured with Small Isles. Last year, Small Isles released two EPs. The first, which was the Peck collaboration the duo spoke to me about a few years back, was Out in The Sunset, a score to an imagined follow-up to Joe Talbot's The Last Black Man in San Francisco. And the latest, Everything on Memory (Modern Recordings/BMG), released last month, was truly wild. Fairchild dreamed that Donald and Stephen Glover--the creative team behind the TV show Atlanta--wrote a movie in response to Modest Mouse's classic The Moon & Antarctica track "3rd Planet", directed by none other than Christopher Nolan.

As neither Fairchild's dreams nor his creations are hyper specific, the finished Small Isles products often resemble their inspirations more in vibes than anything else. Such is the case with Everything on Memory, a sonic collage of guitars, synthesizers, strings, and wordless vocals. Some songs, like "This Much I Know" and "The Rest is History", sound like your schema of what a film score is, juxtaposing plucky guitars with dramatic, sweeping strings, and in the case of the latter, solemn-sounding piano. Others are more experimental, like the pulsations of "Sure I'm Happy", the bubbly bass thuds of "Dewdrop Daybreak", and the rounded bass and sinewy synths of "Unfulfilled Potential". The EP, and Small Isles songs in general, however, reflect their increasingly hyper-specific touchpoints by juxtaposing moments small and big, giving them equal emotional weight and importance. Last month, I spoke with Fairchild over the phone about Small Isles to date, including Everything on Memory, the project's first live show at Hotel Cafe in November, the formative nature of Modest Mouse, and Terrence Malick. Read our conversation below, edited for length and clarity.

Since I Left You: All Small Isles material so far is scores to imaginary movies. At the same time, you've done actual film scores. Do you take what you learn from film scoring and apply it to these imaginary works?

Jim Fairchild: I've been into film scores since I was a teenager. I scored my first film when I was 17 or 18. It was a student film. Jason [Lytle] from Grandaddy brought over his 4-track, and we assembled a bunch of music one day, and it ended up being a score for his student film. I did a bunch of work in the early 2010s as we were writing Modest Mouse's Strangers To Ourselves. I really had a taste for it. I loved doing it. Once our son was coming along, I set a challenge for myself to figure out how that could become the majority of my music-making life. One way to do it would be to imagine a movie you want to score. The first Small Isles record was me imagining Rick Moody had written a shadow/companion piece to The Ice Storm, which Ang Lee directed. I imagined it taking place in early 2020s California. I started picturing what that would look like.

With the Out in The Sunset EP, I was scoring a follow up to The Last Black Man in San Francisco. I imagined the same team who made that, making this movie about kids from different backgrounds in San Francisco realizing they had more similarities than what societies would suggest to them. The objective was always, "I'm going to start sending this music to directors, and they'd hopefully see this music could accompany visual mediums, and maybe I'd get hired." It worked.

How do those two relate to each other? I have a lot more siloed approaches to music. I could see how Modest Mouse bled into the stuff I was making for TV in the early 2010s, but it was fragmented. But making the Small Isles stuff, I'll start assembling samples and think, "That could be really handy for this type of mood." And as I'm scoring things, I'll think, "That's a great sound that could appear on Small Isles tracks." I want it to be an ecosystem where the lines get blurry. Where do the roots of the tree stop and become another tree? As much as a gift as it is to be in a band like Modest Mouse, it starts to have less to do with making music. I want to make music, to be in the studio investigating that process as much as possible.

SILY: At the time we talked about your debut album, I didn't fully realize subsequent Small Isles material would follow the same idea. Now, with Everything on Memory, you're scoring a film you dreamed up, a Donald and Stephen Glover-written film, directed by Christopher Nolan, in response to Modest Mouse's "3rd Planet", a song from before you even joined Modest Mouse!

JF: Dreams are absurd, right?

SILY: Right! How vivid was this dream?

JF: There was a lot of the movie in the dream. It's gone now. All of this is impressionistic. I have two albums that I'm going to make next year sort of "dreamed up." I don't know where they came from. I have them outlined.

In the dream, it was pretty real. Donald and Stephen Glover were giving DVD commentary, and maybe [Modest Mouse lead singer] Isaac [Brock] was also weighing in. [laughs] I don't remember much of it, but I remember these small, intimate moments that felt Terrence Malick-like, but also these massive celestial moments that dealt with the bigger shit Isaac is talking about in that song.

SILY: "3rd Planet" is a world-building, impressionistic song, the type that makes a teenager have an existential crisis. I was a teenager when I first heard it, and I remember the lyrics blowing my mind.

JF: It still does, dude! I was talking about that song with a friend who is making a video for this EP. I've played that song, I don't know, certainly no fewer than 300 times live, and I was still getting choked up at the enormity of it. He's written many great lyrics, but that one is like, "What the fuck?!?" It's truly existentially magnificent.

SILY: I remember seeing some of the lines scrawled out on a paper-covered wall in my college dorm, just being like, "What the fuck?" A lot of millennials probably have that sort of relationship with that song. I want to ask, though, what has been your relationship with the work of the Glovers and Nolan?

JF: I don't really know Christopher Nolan's work that well. I'm more familiar with the Glovers, particularly those first two seasons of Atlanta. Shortly before our son was born was when those seasons came out. My wife and I were watching it, and I was thinking, "I guess this is the best TV show ever made." A big part of all of this is the suspension of disbelief. Life is fucking surreal. And a lot of times, when you ingest surreal media, whether movies or music, it's constantly reminding you how surreal it is. The thing about Atlanta I loved so much is that it was fucking crazy but not constantly raising its hand saying, "Look how crazy we're being!" You get dropped into these moments that are totally fucking surreal.

Where Nolan came into play is his willingness to collapse the conventional constructs of time. There's a relationship between the way I think about Atlanta and his movies. The bigness thing, too. As I get older, this contributes to the way I think about music and make it. I'm an older dude with a young kid, and now I realize those big moments are real. Getting a #1 song is a tremendous accomplishment, and you should soak those moments up. But the moments where you're holding your kid's hand walking down the street are as big. The collapse of relative scale. I realize how lucky I am to have made it this far at all, to be alive still. A lot of our friends and contemporaries didn't. I really appreciate that. I want to bask in that. It sounds so dumb coming out of my mouth, but life is beautiful. Once you start realizing that all moments can be fairly profound and great--even the bad stuff--the flimsy nature of the relativism of time creeps in.

SILY: You've already mentioned Malick, and I feel like you just described The Tree of Life to a tee, small moments having the same ripple effects as the creation of the universe. On the surface, it might seem absurd, but it's very real even if technically different in scale. Is there anywhere specific where any of these touchpoints, from Modest Mouse to cinema, manifest on Everything on Memory? Or is it more a general vibe?

JF: The way Small Isles works is with the illumination of narrative, to get away from lyric and conventional song structure, even though these aren't crazy song structures. It's meant to capture vibe. The first thing that happens in "Sure I'm Happy", I start going [plays a whistle melody] on this keyboard right here, then I put it in a guitar amp. What settings did I use? It's probably something like [plays synthesizer]. So I have the whistle. I put that down. The whole song is two chords. That's the vibe. You just start chasing it. It somehow fit within the movie I was picturing. From there, you're asking, "What else is happening with this world?" And then you get a little chord sequence. That's the most fun thing about making this music and scoring, to me. At this point in my life, I kind of want music to be a job, and that job is solving a riddle. There's an answer to this question. It might not be the only answer, but there is one. How do I flesh this vibe out? You just start going down these paths.

SILY: What were you just playing?

JF: It's this old Yamaha keyboard I got for The Sophtware Slump. I got it at Circuit City for $300. I use it all the time.

SILY: Did you use it on this record?

JF: There's some of that, tons of soft synths, tons of guitars. I really love using sounds incorrectly: pulling up soft synths and reversing them, or going in and making them something they're not intended to be. I'm far from the only person who does that--tons of people do that, but I love that interrogation of sound. Sometimes, you know you're within spitting distance of what you want, so you re- or deconstruct it to make it unique to a piece of music, to match to what the aesthetic is.

SILY: Tell me about the core group of players you've been working with.

JF: First, there's my collaborator Jacob Snider. [String player] Sienna Peck, who was on all of Out in The Sunset, plays on one song on Everything on Memory. I had never met Sienna in person until we played this show last month. She played a lot of stuff on the Common Ground score. Laura Andrade played the rest of the strings. My friend Keith Karman, who came into Modest Mouse on the last tour and is now kind of in the band, played bass on a song. Mike Cresswell, my collaborator forever, mixed and mastered it.

SILY: How did you come to work with Temme Scott?

JF: I had this project called Grace Meridian, the last song-focused thing I did on my own. Taylor [Broom, the real name of Temme Scott] and I sing everything simultaneously. I was really into this idea of trying to eliminate the gender perspective. I thought a way to do that would be a man and a woman's voice always singing the same damn thing. We made this EP called Clover to Clover, and I love singing with her. She also sang live and assembled a choir when we did the [Small Isles] show last month.

SILY: What about the engineering?

JF: I engineered tons of it. Jacob engineered tons of it. Andy Petr did some stuff at the last minute. He's someone I want to do more stuff with. I love what he does.

SILY: It seems like there's generally a lot of contrast on the record--for instance, on "People Come Down", the sharpness of the synthesizers with the fluttery strings. Can you talk about the role of contrast throughout the whole EP?

JF: When you say that, the first thing that comes to mind is Atlanta. My intention is not to make outside music. Rather, it's interrogating this general concept of how much can we fit inside that I wouldn't ordinarily turn to. Can a contrasting element be intubated into this composition in a way that's somehow beneficial? It doesn't have to be always harmonious, but beneficial to the vibe. It took a long time to get the horns to exist as a contrasting element in "People Come Down", in a way that felt like it flowed to me.

SILY: When I last spoke with you, you were planning a Small Isles show, or at least thinking about it. You finally played the first Small Isles show last month, as you mention. How did it go?

JF: It was super scary. I had never done anything like that. I knew I needed to get myself the actual challenge to do it, not a hypothetical looming in the distance. So I booked a show. I hit up Sienna and asked, "Can we do this? Can you put together a string section?" She took care of so much. I sent her all of the isolated parts, she recruited SUUVI, this incredible cellist, and they played a lot of double stop stuff. She contracted this copyist to do sheet music. Taylor assembled a choir. I asked her whether she knew any piano players, and she recommended Debbie Neigher, who was amazing. There was no money or rehearsal space or practice space. It's so much different than playing a rock and roll show. With Modest Mouse or Grandaddy, you practice a lot. You get familiar with the material. This band, doors were at 7:30, and there were 10 people on stage, and nobody played a note of music until 6. It was the first time I heard this ensemble make sound together. They just knew how to do it.

Joel Graves and Matt Costa, both of whom I've known for a long time, played guitar, so I felt comfortable. But a lot of these people I never met until that night. The show wound up being really good. It's totally all bound to them. They came in and knew the stuff. They seemed excited about doing it together and potentially excited to do more.

For "The Rest is History", the final song on Everything on Memory, I had to have sub-tracks there, because we didn't have a drummer. I had these Pro Tools sessions I had made. It was a crazy amount of work. We worked for weeks. Part of it was in 3/4, and there was this piano melody in 5/4 against the 4/4 of the song. I played it one time and had to go through and adjust everything in MIDI to make it make sense for the rest of the ensemble. I played it on loop because I thought there was no way anybody could possibly play it. During practice, we started to play it, and Debbie says, "Hey Jim, I can play that part. I learned it!" I was super apprehensive. In my head, I thought, "There's no way she can play this." It was me geeking out for a day in a half to construct a piano part. And she fucking nailed it! It made me certainly happy and expanded my concept of scoring these imaginary movies. There's so many places to go from here. I've been doing this for so long now that in the worst moments, you think, "What am I gonna do now?" But you haven't cracked open even a fraction of what you can do musically.

I didn't really get to talk to any of Taylor's choir. I had this crazy intense experience with these people musically and then said, "Thanks guys, later!"

SILY: Where do you go from here?

JF: I want to play more shows. Matt Costa recorded the show, so we're looking to send it to some booking agents. I hope people didn't tell me it was good just because they were my friends. A lot of folks seemed really taken by it. It was a unique show, with rock instrumentation but a choir and strings. As I'm working on some additional film scores right now, I have the kernels some imaginary scores. One is a summer movie, and one is a December sort of release. I have them in my head, so I'm starting to make the music for those. I want to get the team assembled for what those will hopefully become, and record them so they're done by the time spring rolls around.

SILY: I'm glad to hear you finally played live. That's where "music as problem solving" usually comes into play, but it seems like your show was the more seamless endeavor than your studio recording!

JF: It was, all down to them. They just fucking knew it. We played three songs from Out in The Sunset and five from Everything on Memory, and we only sound-checked each once. [laughs] It gave me a lot of optimism. I have this idea in my head that there's a lot of places to go musically, and sometimes you're just telling yourself that as an aspiration, but it turns out it's actually true. It's amazing.

[etruatcaelum]

mumbles.

[writerthreads]

SYNONYMS FOR COLOURS

Red (and versions of it): cardinal, coral, crimson, flaming, glowing, maroon, rose, blooming, blush, brick, burgundy, carmine, cerise, cherry, ruby, salmon (requires more detail, ie. "salmon pink"), mahogany (reddish-brown), wine

Orange: tangerine, apricot, coral, amber, rust, salmon, peach, burnt sienna, sunset, blush, turmeric (orangey-yellow), marigold, carrot, marmalade, cantaloupe

Yellow: marigold, sunflower, amber, gold, lemon, canary, mustard, daffodil, saffron, blonde, butter, honey, maize, flaxen, topaz, cream, chartreuse, buttercup, primrose, corn

Green: emerald, olive, jade, lime, mint, forest, sage, moss, grass fern, dark, kelp, seafoam, shamrock, olive, evergreen, lettuce, cyan, turquoise, swamp, apple, honeydew, frog

Blue: aquamarine, aqua, ice, blueberry, Caribbean, teal, navy, azure, sky, cobalt, indigo, sapphire, royal, denim, periwinkle, lapis, electric (+blue), midnight, baby blue, bluebell

Purple: royal, violet, indigo, beet, lavender, hyacinth, plum, magenta, periwinkle, grape, lilac, iris, mauve, amethyst, orchid, fuchsia, heather

White: cotton, cream, almond, pearlish, bleached, ashen, ivory, snow, pearl, milk, chalk, silver, alabaster, marble, cotton, eggshell

Black: ebony, jet, coal, onyx, raven, charcoal, ink, sable, obsidian, midnight, caviar, soot, licorice

[tuesdayscanons]

{¤} After decades of being in the industry, Bojack knows how Hollywoob can be. If you don't put your foot down, you'll be forced to make concessions and wear yourself down until you no longer recognize yourself. One of his biggest regrets is not using his power to stick up for Herb and keep him on Horsin' Around.

The last thing Bojack wants is for Mister Peanutbutter to do something he'll regret in the name of placating someone else. He deserves better than that.

"Do you know how hard it is seeing 'Piennabutter' this and 'Piennabutter' that?" Bojack groans, "It's not fair you two get such a cute ship name! What do we have? Peanutbojack? That's just my name with the word 'peanut' tacked on! That's not cute!"

Bojack feels the urge to argue more, but the feeling of Mister Peanutbutter's hand on his chest and the sight of pinned back ears causes him to pause in his tracks. Even if PB said some things he has qualms with, it's not worth it to get mad over it.

'Okay, Bojack—Get your head together! Do you want to get PB upset? Because this is how you get PB upset!'

There's more to this than media coverage and ship names. Focusing on trivial things like that isn't going to do Bojack any good. Whether Bojack likes it or not, he's going to have to open up about the real issue if they plan on nipping this in the bud.

Besides, it's not like Bojack can blame Sienna when Mister Peanutbutter is so attractive.

'Stop it! You can smooch him later. Get to the root of the problem.'

"I know I should probably stay offline, but what else am I supposed to do when you're out working with her all the time? It feels like I barely get to see you anymore...and we only have so much time left."

Ever since Bojack reached his 60s, he couldn't help but feel...different. Mister Peanutbutter views this cycle as an inevitability, a necessity to get through shooting. All Bojack can think about is all the time he wasted on meaningless sex and doomed relationships. Despite knowing PB is only five years younger, the fact that PB treats the passage of time so frivolously makes him feel much closer to Sienna's age than Bojack's.

Before Bojack can say anything else, he drags Mister Peanutbutter back to his car and unlocks the door, pulling him into the backseat and closing the door behind them. He wraps his legs and arms around PB, his nose deeply nestled in PB's neck fur. It takes a moment for him to find his words, but once he does, they flood out of him like water from a broken dam.

"I know I've been hesitant to be too vocal about our relationship, but I can't take it anymore." Bojack sighs, "I want people to know that we're together, without a shadow of a doubt. I want to be in cute couples photos and take you out on dates and go to your special events as your husband. Not your 'Pretend Husband', but your legally binding, 100% commitment husband."

Bojack pulls back for a moment, looking deep into Mister Peanutbutter's eyes. He probably shouldn't be this vulnerable after PB just finished a shoot, but he needs PB to understand where he's coming from. Maybe it won't stop PB from letting Sienna throw herself all over him, but it'd at least keep tension and resentment from building up.

Isn't this what couples are supposed to do? Communicate with each other?

"I'm terrified I'll go senile like my mother and you won't be able to visit me in the hospital or make decisions on my behalf."

There's also inheritance and whatnot, but there's not much left for Mister Peanutbutter to inherit, between Bojack being sued by Xerox and losing out on Horsin' Around residuals. Still, it's better to have those protections in place than risk PB losing out on something that should rightfully be his. It doesn't even occur to Bojack that PB could die first because it feels more than obvious who would be more likely to live longer.

"We can get the same rights through a 'domestic partnership', but if we're going to wear the rings and call each other 'husbands', we might as well go all the way with it. Y'know?"

Pulling Mister Peanutbutter back in, Bojack's nose grazes against his floppy ear. His hold on his 'husband' tightens, as if PB could slip from his grasp at any given second.

"I understand if that's not what you want, but...I'd really appreciate it." {¤}

✧   「   @tuesdayscanons   」   ✧  - Continued from ★  

「 ☆ 」 Alright, perhaps ❛ nasty ❜ was too judgmental of a word… but Mr. Peanutbutter still stands by his question! When one is used to lathering their tone in saccharine wrappings like the canine ( people respond better to jovial voices and smiling faces ) , even polite bluntness seems like a slap to the face. No doubt a topic where the two will have to agree to disagree. Frankly, PB is aware of this. He knows how BoJack operates. Understands that tact isn’t the horse’s strongest skill. He doesn’t mind it. Much. Loves BoJack for it, if he’s being honest.

Just not when it’s aimed at a co-star he’s going to be stuck sending months with. Especially one with loose lips, the actress prone to subtle smear campaigns should she be even somewhat disrespected. Not the first snake in the grass PB has contended with, which is why he knows how to handle it better than BoJack. Good a boy as he may be, even Mr. Peanutbutter isn’t immune to the fickle nature of Hollywoob. Best to smile, wag his tail, and count down the days until it's over.

❝ She wasn't ❛ tonguing  ❜ with me; she was talking to me... ❞ He begins, exasperated at even needing to HAVE this conversation; tail no longer wagging and ears pinning back in a mirror of his Not Official Husband's. Not that he doesn't get where it's coming from. Technically. Although, he'd argue he has just as much reason to doubt BoJack's loyalty, yet is careful to hold HIS tongue. But it's unnerving whenever they fight. Far too familiar to the friction that would arise between him and his ex wives. Especially Diane. ❝ And yeah, she was clearly flirting. But that shouldn't be an issue! Because I don't have any interest in her. ❞

Palms outstretched in front of himself in a gesture partway between pleading and placating, PB looks up at Bojack with the hope he'll understand... but not the expectation of it. ❝ But I do have to continue working with her... and I'd rather not have any bad feelings making that any more difficult than it already is. ❞ Shrugging with a look off to the side, he tries to downplay the severity of what that means. Since to him, it ISN'T anything of note. Why would it, when he's finally with the man he's always wanted? ❝ If that means letting Sienna have her fun and pretend she has a chance off camera, well— I don't see the harm in that. ❞

Yes he does, but it's still the better option than shutting her down outright. It's not like she's the sort to take it as anything but a challenge anyway. Refocusing his gaze on BoJack, he rests a hand on his chest and tries to ease his voice into something more gentle. Soothing, rather than the snippiness of earlier. ❝ It's only for a few more months and then the movie will be over and she'll move onto the next guy. Come on, Honey. You've been around, you know that's how it works. ❞ Perhaps not the BEST idea to bring up BoJack's past conquests: both forgettable flings and serious attempts at a lasting partnership...

But Mr. Peanutbutter is too focused on the ❛ people moving on from it ❜ part rather than the very blatant sexual aspects of them all. Or the constant of moving on from BOJACK... but it's hard to take that view into consideration when he's had his own string of failed relationships. It's not just a BoJack thing. It's an everyone thing. A them thing. PB just hopes it's also a pattern that has finally come to an end. 「 ☆ 」

[peachdues]

The Bitter & the Sweet — spicy teaser

Kyojuro secret pregnancy AU

A/N: lil surprise for you babies. The scene where Y/N tells Kyojuro she’s pregnant. Slight NSFW at the end.

CW: hot spring intimacy; Kyojuro decides to ✨thank✨ the reader at the end.

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Y/N felt the warm spring heat from Kyojuro’s presence, his body capable of raising the temperature of any water by a few degrees. Though he moved with the preternatural grace that only a Hashira could possess, Y/N could still feel his blazing heat warming her back as he drew nearer.

Strong, sturdy hands braced her hips from behind as a pair of silky lips danced up the column of her neck. “What gods have I pleased to be allowed to come home to such a sight?” The Flame Hashira’s voice murmured in her ear, and Y/N leaned her head back against her lover’s firm chest.

“You think of my estate as your ‘home,’ Lord Hashira?” She teased, goosebumps rippling over her flesh despite the heat of the water and the man behind her, as the latter’s fingers caressed the sensitive skin of her waist.

Kyojuro softly grunted in amusement. “I think of you as my home.”

Slowly, Kyojuro’s broad hands gripped her hips to turn her to face him, his face uncharacteristically serious, as his hand came to rest against her face.

“Tell me, my flame,” he murmured, his thumb absentmindedly stroking her cheek as his eyes searched hers. “What did Kocho have to say?”

Y/N’s lips parted and she tried to stifle the shaky exhale of breath, but to no avail; the effort did not go unnoticed by Kyojuro, whose eyebrows drew together in concern, his grip against her waist tightening perceptibly.

“Y/N,” Kyojuro’s voice was low, and serious. “You must tell me at once.”

Y/N saw the desperation in his eyes and knew he was thinking of his late mother; knew that his greatest fear was that she, too, would be taken from him not by any demon, but by an illness he could not fight.

With a deep inhale, Y/N reached up to grip the hand he held against her cheek and gently removed it. Slowly, she lowered it between their bodies, until she pressed his hand flush against the flat of her abdomen, peering up at him through her eyelashes to study his reaction.

Kyojuro looked confused for a brief moment, before his eyes blew wide as he looked at where his hand rest against her, pressing tighter as the weight of the news settled over him.

He looked back up to her, eyes so round, she could see the white all around his amber irises. “Are you certain?” he breathed, “You are pregnant?”

Y/N nodded, heart still clenching with uncertainty as she struggled to gauge his reaction.

Kyojuro shook his head. “But we were so careful! I only — I only spilled inside you on a handful of occasions!”

Y/N looked at him, incredulously. “I’m not sure I’d call it ‘careful,’” if she’d been any less on edge, she almost could have been teasing him. “I can count on one hand the number of mornings where we threw caution to the wind.” She frowned. “Though on each of those mornings, I seem to recall us indulging in several rounds of you not pulling out.”

The Flame Pillar blushed, his hand continuing to stroke the skin of her belly.

“Kyojuro, is this —“ Y/N hesitated. “Is this alright?”

Sienna eyes ringed with gold flashed back up to hers, and Kyojuro exhaled, sharply. “My flame, this is wonderful news.” The hand that had lingered on her hip rose to cup the other side of her face as Kyojuro brought her in for a passionate kiss that nearly stole her breath.

“I am speechless…for once in my life, I am absolutely speechless.” Kyojuro whispered against her lips. “But I am overjoyed all the same.”

Kyojuro stepped back to kneel before her in the spring, hands braced on her hips as he rested his forehead against the still-flat expanse of her abdomen for a long moment.

“You are…utterly incredible,” Kyojuro breathed, turning his amber eyes up to look at the misty-eyed Ice Pillar in wonder, before turning his attention back to her stomach. “You and this child — our child — are everything to me.”

Y/N’s hands found their way to the Flame Pillar’s unruly hair, stroking her fingers against his scalp tenderly as Kyojuro closed his eyes and touched his lips to the spot just below her navel, which would soon swell with their growing child.

“Thank you, my flame,” Kyojuro whispered, turning his head to press soft, reverent kisses across her stomach. “How could I possibly thank you for giving me such an treasured gift?”

Any answer Y/N could have given him evaporated from her tongue as Kyojuro’s lips began to trail downward, his hands moving from their gentle grip on her hips to around the back of her thighs as he eased her legs slightly apart to make room for his mouth.

“You deserve,” Kyojuro murmured as his tongue teased up the slit of her core, dipping her folds to teasingly circle her sensitive clit once as Y/N’s head dropped back, a soft cry falling from her lips. “To be worshipped.”

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[luna-azzurra]

A comprehensive list of eye colors that you can use for your novel:

1. Blue eyes

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[fcrtnite-a]

“yeah, i’m okay... i guess.” sienna muttered with a nod, eyes still on the floor, as she removed her leather jacket. she knew the blank expression on her face would give away how she was feeling, but it didn't matter. at least not tonight. the blonde dropped onto the couch next to her stepbrother like a sack of potatoes and leaned her head back, sighing deeply. "you were right about him, theo – about all of it.”

open to: females. plot: inspired by this. i'm happy to change muse if you let me know. connection: some kind of relative ( full / half / step ). please don't like this starter.

the morning has passed slowly and dimly without the presence of his favourite family member. strange for them to be apart — even rarer for her to spend the night out — it's only confirming to him that their close relationship has taken a back seat in favour of this new boy she's running around town with. loathes him. could very easily k*ll him and put an end to their romance. but teddy's one weakness in this life is seeing the smile of his very own angel, and he'd only end up hating himself if he interfered with her happiness. finally hearing the door to their apartment open, male casts blues to the doorway in time to see the femme walking through it and offers her a warm, “ hey. ” immediately, he senses something different with the girl, something off, and concern takes control of his features. “ what's wrong ? are you okay ? ”

[juanarc-thethird]

I'm Going to Be a What?! Part 2

Do you know what it means… Part 1 --------------

Jaune is sunbathing while having an iced tea.

Jaune: This is life~

*Ting*

Neon (Text): Come to my room.

Jaune: Right now?

*Ting*

Neon (Text): YES, RIGHT NOW

Jaune: *Looks around* How de fuck?... Well, let's see what she wants.

After a while, Jaune arrives at Neon's room.

Jaune: Neon, I'm here. What up?

Neon: *Smiles* Do you know if your sister could lend you Adrian's newborn clothes?

She says with her hands behind her back.

Jaune: Is that why you called me?

Neon: Just answer the question.

Jaune: Well... I think so. Why do you ask?

Neon: Cause you're going to be a daddy~

Hearing that, Jaune explodes with laughter.

Jaune: Ahahaha! Yeah right. No seriously, why am I here?

Neon: I'm not joking.

Jaune: *Smiling* Stop playing, just tell me the truth.

Neon: *Serious* I am

Jaune: But we never had....

*Bam!*

Just then Harriet comes into the room, kicking the door open.

Harriet: *Angry* Jaune!

Neon: Oh, she looks mad.

Jaune: *Scared* Y-Yes?!

Harriet: I'm going to kick your ass!

Jaune: Why?! What did I do?!

Harriet: What did you do? This was what you did!

Harriet: You got me pregnant, asshole!

Jaune: WHAT?! HOW?!

Harriet: You know damn well how, you jerk!

Elm: *Comes in* What's going on here?

Jaune: *Hides behind her* Elm help me! Harriet wants to kick my ass!

Harriet: Stay out Elm. He deserves this for knocking me up.

Elm: Wait, you too?

Jaune: *Moves away* "You too?" Are you saying that you are...

Elm: Yes, I'm pregnant. All thanks to you, honey~

Neon: *Excited* Oh my god! Congratulations!

Elm: *Smiles* Thank you.

Jaune: *Worry* Three pregnant women? How did this happen?

Elm: Well, it was to be expected after several… "sessions"

Jaune: But I have never-!

Robyn: *Interrupts him* Jaune, we need to talk. *Says in a serious tone*

They all turn to see her, they realized that she and her friend Fiona entered the room without them noticing.

Harriet: *Ready to fight* What do you two want?!

Jaune: Relax, I just came to talk to Jaune about something important.

Elm: And that is?…

Robyn: Jaune...

Jaune: Y-Yes?

Robyn: I hope you are ready to take responsibility. These two babies will need their father.

Jaune: But I haven't- Wait, how do you know you're having twins?

Robyn: I never said I'd have twins. *Looks at Fiona*

Jaune: *He follows her gaze*

Fiona: *Shy* Surprise.

Jaune: *About to faint* Oh God.

Neon: *Supports him* Wow, easy there.

Jaune: I don't understand, how can this happen?

Robyn: Well, to be honest, it was hard not to resist you after you…

She stops talking, blushing at the memory of what happened that night.

Fiona: *Touching her cheeks while she is blushing* You were such an animal~ *giggles*

Jaune: Hold on, what happen?

Sienna: You know very well what happened.

The White Fang leader interrupts as she enters the room through the window.

Neon: Sienna Khan?! What are you doing here?!

Sienna: Nothing important, I just came to pick up...

Sienna: ...my child's father.

Jaune: Wait a minute, this is the first time I've seen you!

Sienna: *Gasp* How can you say that? After having that magical night together.

Jaune: What a magical night?! I do not remember anything about that!

Sienna: I see I'll have to refresh my memory. *She begins to unbutton her pants*

Jaune: What are you doing?! Stop!

*BOMB!*

An explosion appears on the ceiling, blowing a hole in it. From there appears Raven, the leader of the Branwen tribe. She looks angry, you can see how her maiden powers show in her eyes.

Raven: Arc!

Jaune: Oh fuck!

Jaune was about to escape but was stopped by the second in command, Vernal.

Vernal: Where do you think you're going handsome?

Jaune: Please let me go, I don't want to die!

Vernal: Die? Ahahaha! You're wrong, we come to take you to our tribe.

Jaune: Why?!

Raven: Because of this!

Raven: I told you not to come inside.

Jaune: I got my friend's mother pregnant?!

Raven: And Vernal too!

Vernal: Being honest, it was a little my fault. I shouldn't have trapped you with my legs. I don't mind doing it again if you want~

Jaune: Eh?!

*Knock Knock*

Willow: Sorry to bother you. But this is important, Jaune...

Jaune: *Quietly* Please don't say it. Please don't say it. Please don't say it.

Willow: Um... I left my husband like you told me.

Jaune: Oh... *Happy* Good for you.

Willow: Thank you. Now we can live together with our baby.

At that moment Jaune stands up as quickly as possible and runs towards the window, ready to jump to his freedom. He could already feel it, the pure air of freedom. The sweet aroma of irresponsibility. Oh what a good life. Unfortunately he was stop by the telekinetic power of a beloved professor.

Glynda: And where do you think you're going?

Jaune: *Surprise* Professor Goodwitch! What are you doing here?!

Glynda: I came to talk to you in private, but I see that this is no longer necessary. Jaune...

Glynda: I am also pregnant.

Jaune: No!

Glynda: And I already told your mom.

Jaune; NO!!! This is impossible! I have never had sex with any of you! And I can prove it!

Harriet: *upset* And how do you plan to prove your innocence?

Jaune: With this!

At that moment he takes out the relic of knowledge.

Jaune: With a simple question, I could prove my innocence. Jinn!

Jaune mentions the special name, and a beautiful, big, blue woman emerges from the relic.

Jinn: What is your question?

Jaune: Jinn, have I got a woman pregnant? (Hehehe, I will finally prove my innocence)

Jinn: Yes you have impregnated a woman.

Jaune: What?

Harriet: Ha! *She yells, happy that he was wrong*

Jinn: Eleven women in total to be exact.

Jaune: Eleven?! But there are only ten of them.

Jinn: Yes, but with me...

Jinn: ...we are eleven

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Jaune: *Wakes up* AAAAAH!

He looks around and realizes that he is in his room, all alone.

Jaune: Thank god it was just a dream. *Goes back to sleep*

Meanwhile in another room.

Ruby: So he fainted with you girls after getting the news?

Neon: Yeah, we left him in his room to rest a bit. Maybe by the time his mom arrives he won't faint anymore.

Yang: What time is she going to arrive?

Glynda: She will arrive in three hours.

Weiss: We have time to prepare a welcome party. Who wants to help me?

Several girls raising their hands.

Weiss: Let's go then.

Weiss with her group leaves the room.

Cinder: I still don't understand how he doesn't remember what happened.

Salem: I already told you, using your semblance during the "Act" can cause a side effect. In Jaune's case, memory loss.

Elm: Maybe we should film it next time?

Neo: "I love that idea😍. Let's do it!😈"

Blake: *Excited* I'll bring my camera!

[igotanidea]

(3) Cheater : dick grayson!version

Long awaited part 3 - as promised.

@fullbelieverheart - I really hope I'll live up to your expectations of me and this story :D

part 1

part 2

***

9 months ago

“No.”

“This was not a question, Dick.”

“Still the answer is no.”

When Bruce called Dick to the batcave and explained to him his role in the plan The Batman masterminded, Dick felt like laughing. 

At first.

Until he realised that Bruce was being absolutely serious with wanting his oldest son to get into a fake relationship with a girl named Sienna. Apparently, she was loosely connected with one of the Gotham’s crime lord and this was a way to get to her relative. It was crazy and to say the least, Dick felt offended at the mere thought of going through with this horrendous idea.

“I’m not a piece of meat, Bruce! And we can’t use an innocent girl for your scheming!”

“but we will.”

“Come on!” Dick threw his hands in the air in pure frustration

“Is this about this little journalist you met?” Bruce grunted at his son “What was her name again? Y/N?”

Dick sighed. He could keep on denying, pretending that he had no idea what Bruce was talking about but there was no point. And maybe, maybe, admitting that he felt something for Y/N would made his adoptive father soften?

“Yes…..” he admits

“Forget about her.”

“What?!”

“You heard me Dick.”

“But…..”

“You have duties to this city.”

“But….!”

“Enough Dick.  There are lives at stake. You have to think like Nightwing, not like Dick Grayson, now. Do you want people to die?”

“Please….. Bruce…. Ask someone else for this…. Please….” He tried to bargain, but he knew well enough it was a lost cause. Who else could possibly do the job? Jason?

“End of discussion. “

***

Dick was torn. On one hand he wanted to protect people and get whatever criminal was on the loose down. On the other he also wanted Y/N. It didn’t matter he barely met her. The feelings she gave him were incomparable with anything else. He wanted her with intensity he never thought possible. He knew he couldn’t just go and forget about her. Not with her pretty smile and pretty eyes and her messy hair and her positive energy.

So-

The only option was to play on both fields.

***

“Oh, God! I am so sorry! I swear I can be so clumsy sometimes……”

He choose the most cliché way to become acquainted with Sienna. He simply went to the same coffee shop she did every day and accidentally  bumped into her, spilling coffee all over. Of course, it was iced coffee, he wouldn’t risk anyone getting burned.

“Oh, please, it was me! I really should have been watching where I was going!” she retorted

“How about I offer you coffee as a form of compensation?” he grinned

“You just gave me one!” Sienna laughed and Dick couldn’t help but be positively surprised by her sense of humour. “I wouldn’t mind a little snack, thought….. Had a hell of a day and forget to have lunch….”

“Well I can’t really let a pretty girl like you starve.” Dick ginned.

“Oh, so now I am pretty girl?” she raised an eyebrow “you sure you bumped into me because you’re clumsy?”

“Who said clumsy and lucky cannot go in pair?”

Maybe this mission would be nicer than he thought……

***

6 months ago

He found Sienna amusing and charming. But it was still just for vigilante purposes and his eyes were on Y/N. They were. Truly. And to prove it to himself, one day out of the blue he decided to show up at her work, unannounced with the biggest flower bouquet ever. Causing a little bit of commotion and making a show amongst Y/N’s co-workers.

“Hey Y/N….” he smiled, his silhouette barely visible from the grand bunch of forget-me-nots. 

“Dick?” her eyes grew wide at the sight in front of him. “It’s not my birthday…..”

“Can’t I just give a little gift to my favourite girl? For no reason? ”

“You’re just unbelievable” she chuckled shaking her head. “and I bet the blue flowers were chosen for no reason…..”

“Sh! You’re gonna blew my cover Y/N!”

“Mhm. Because of the colour of the plants….. As if that were the craziest thing that may uncover your secret identity.”

“And who’s unbelievable now?’ she narrowed his eyes, leaning forward and trying to kiss her.

“Nah uh….” She chuckles pulling back. “not at work….”

“Y/N!” he whined

“not at work.” She insisted

“Come over tonight then….” Dick begged. “Please… I need you

 “Tonight you say?”

“please, baby……”

“Wayne gala.” She simply said

“I’m sorry, what?” those two words threw him back into reality “what are you talking about?”

“You little pea brain…..” she cooed, brushing hair out of his forehead and ruffling his mop. “It’s the night of Annual Wayne Gala. Don’t tell me you forgot?” his silence was enough of an answer. “I was seconded for the press coverage. Work night for me.”

“Doesn’t mean we cannot have some fun together later on…..” Dick grabbed her hand, intertwined their fingers and caressing her skin. The gesture was innocent but his eyes were shining with a predatory gaze leaving no room for doubts of what he really meant.

“Are you absolutely sure we can hide from Bruce’s watchful gaze?”

“It’s a big Manor….” Dick smiled suggestively, leaning closer to her “come on, baby. You keep me waiting for so long now…..”

“The famous Dick Grayson, the heartbreaker and forever the bachelor is begging for a girl?”

“Not just any girl…” he smirked “you.” Without any warning he closed the gap between them, kissing her softly with all the feelings he had for her. He loved her. Her loved her…. He loved her, right? “Y/N…” he tangled hand in her hair and brought her closer, not caring who might see them at her work. And apparently, at this point, neither did she. “Come on….” He brushed his lips over her cheek and jaw, eyes closed, breathing her in “Please…..”

“I….” she gasped, overwhelmed by everything he was doing at the moment “I guess I can try to implement some work-life balance…”

“Good girl…..” he whispered, kissing her lips again and she shivered at those words. He was right. She was keeping him waiting for long.

“I’ll see you tonight then, Grayson.” Gathering what was left of her self-control she pushed him away from her, standing up abruptly and fixing her hair “I gotta get back to work now.”

“I’ll see you tonight then.” He grinned, grabbing her tightly by the waist, pulling her close and kissing once more with untamed passion, before moving away, grinning like a school boy and exiting the office, leaving the poor girl flustered and distracted.

***

“Dick!”

Dick was all ready for the Wayne Gala and for the little after party with Y/N, creating some wild scenarios in his head. But once he entered the main room, already filled with the big fish, his eyes searching for his girl in the sea of heads Sienna came right through to him.

“Sienna?” He smiled, but it felt ground  slip beneath his feet “what are you doing here?”

“Bruce invited me.” She handed him a glass of champagne and he tossed it off in a second. “Cause apparently the scatterbrain of my boyfriend forgot about the event of the year…..”

“Hm?” Dick muttered, his mind elsewhere “What? I mean, yes, of course, you know me..” he chuckled nervously “I never were a fan of this whole gala thing. Haha. None of my brothers ever were….”

“And yet, here we both are….I only wish the press weren’t so insistent.” Sienna took a sip of her own drink. “There’s this one reporter, Y/N. She tried to talk to me and get my opinion on some social case……”

“You… you talked to Y/N?!” Dick almost choked at the mini sandwich he grabbed from the tray.

“Yes! She’s a girl boss. You should meet her, Dick. Bet she would take you down with her no man’s bullshit attitude.” Sienna laughed “God, we could make such a good friends…. Oh, look! She’s right there! Talking to your brother.”

“Which brother?!” Dick’s started sweating. Please don’t let it be….

“Jason, I suppose. Seems like they are having fun together.”

“Oh, shit!” Dick hissed. Jason knew everything about this whole mission thing. And he had a really loose tongue.

“Dick? Are you all right, love?” now, Sienna seemed truly concerned, trying to meet Dick’s gaze.

“I’m perfect, dear. Would you like to dance with me?”

“I thought you hated this gala thing? And everything that came with it?”

“Well, I got a pretty girl by my side and …..” only now he get the chance to eye Sienna from head to toe. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. So glad you noticed.” She snickered

“So, will you do me the honour?” Dick reached his hand and once Sienna took it, lead her to the dancefloor, joining some other couples.

While he might have had Sienna in his arms, the only person on his mind was definitely Y/N. His gaze never left her figure during the dance and the only thing that saved him from any possible questions was that it was a slow dance and Sienna clung to him tightly, her head resting on his shoulder, eyes closed, enjoying them moving together.

But –

This was also the source of the trouble in the form of Y/N noticing another girl being so close to Dick. Too close. And once Dick spotted her shocked gaze, her hurt face expression, the disbelief radiating from her whole body he knew he was doomed. And Jason, who was standing next to Y/N, barely holding a laugh was not helpful at all, making Dick count the seconds till the end of the song, and desperately and silently call his younger brother for help.

Obviously, Jason was not without heart and he would have to be completely blind to not notice the suffering of Dick’s and him making a fool out of himself. So after a while of not-so-discreet laughing his ass off he actually decided to give Dick a hand. He knew that anyone connected to Batman and actually listening to him would be suffering. No matter how strained the relationship between Dick and Jason was, the latter liked Y/N. And to tell the truth, Jason wanted to save her heartbreak. If that meant letting Dick talk to his girl and keeping Sienna occupied for a while, he could deal with it. For Y/N;s sake, obviously.

“Excuse-me dance?” Jason teased approaching Dick and Sienna.

“Hey…. Honey… would you mind Jace keeping you entertained for a moment, while I go talk to that journalist you mentioned? Oldest son, gotta keep the appearances that I actually know what I’m doing here…..” Dick stuttered

“Which he obviously doesn’t” Jason hissed

Sienna looked between two brothers, a bit confused of what was happening, but finally nodding her head.

“Sure, love. You go talk to the press. Hopefully your younger brother won’t trample me….” She chuckled and kissed Dick on the lips lightly before letting go of his hand and allowing him to run of the dancefloor.

Shit….

“Y/N!” he hissed. Apparently, before talking to the press, he will have to chase it first. “Y/N, wait!” he grabbed her wrist, before she could leave the Manor, spinning her around so that she was forced to face him.

“What the hell, Dick?! Let go off me!” she struggled against his grip

“Please, let’s just talk about it….” He begged “I can explain.”

“Explain why you had another girl holding you and kissing you?! What are you playing!?”

“Come on, let’s not make a scene, Y/N!”

“No. Let’s!” she had every right to be angry but Dick could not let her unleash her inner destroyer in front of all the guest. So before she could do or say anything else, he grabbed her waist and pushed her into the first empty room, pressing her into the wall inside and capturing her lips in his.

“Y/N….” he whined, feeling her kiss him back, turning all hot, his hands roaming her entire body in the frantic need of her. Right there, right now. He wanted her. And he was going to have her. After all that was the plan all along and if it were to happen a little faster than expected.. so be it. “Y/N….” his moan died halfway when his hand slide down her leg, sneaking under the hem of her dress and moving up again, lifting the material, trying to touch her where he knew she needed. “I love you…..”

Those three little words seemed to bring her back to reality.

“You love me, huh?” she wriggled out of his grip making him groan at the loss. “How dare you say that?!”

“Ok, fine… I owe you some explanation….”

“You owe me so much more than just some explanation.” She crossed arms over her chest ”are you with her? Is she your girlfriend?”

“NO!”

“Then what is this about?!”

“Batman.” He muttered

“I’m sorry, what?” she raised an eyebrow at him

“It’s Batman and Nightwing thing. Bruce is… after a criminal apparently and sienna… she’s the way to get to him….”

“So you’re just using her!? That’s even worse!”

“I’m not using her! I never promised her anything!”

“You let her kiss you!”

“It doesn’t mean a thing!”

“Do you even know women, Grayson!?”

“I want to be with you…! Please, you have to believe me, Y/N, I swear!” he grabbed both her hands. “Look at me.” She averted her gaze “Please, look at me….” She was still disobeying so in desperation he grabbed her chin and forced her eyes on him “I know you hate me now and you have every right to do so. I should have told you about this and I’m sorry.”

“Are you now?”

“Yes. Please. I only want you. You hear me?” he leaned forward slightly, their foreheads touching “You, baby. I wish it wasn’t so hard, but sometimes… sometimes I have to act like Nightwing and not like Dick Grayson. But it doesn’t mean I love you any less.” She sighs deeply at the confession processing everything he just dropped on her. “Please baby, say something, anything.”

“She’s actually a very nice and smart girl, you know?”

“But I want you….”

“Shut up, Grayson. You say it’s hard for you, but do you have any idea how hard it is for me to go against another girl’s back?”

“I’m sorry….” He squeaked, holding her hand tighter.

“I’m not gonna leave….” Y/N starts.

“You won’t?!” his eyes lighten up a bit at the words.

“No. However…. If we are to pursue our relationship further… do… all those things you want to do…..” at this point Dick felt himself getting hard at the mere thought of having Y/N. “if you want me, you’ll have to finish that stupid mission  first. I won’t sleep with you while you still with her.”

“But it’s all fake!”

“Even if it’s fake.” Y/N emphasised.

“But….!”

“No buts. I’m here, but like I said, no betraying another girl like that. Not while she might be in love with you, you hear me? I can wait, can you?”

“Yes….” He hung his head low. “Yes, I can wait for you, but you’re making it really hard for me Y/N.”

Now

“ What the fuck is going on here?!” Sienna’s voice echoed through the apartment.

Shit… Shit… shit….

They were in so much of a deep shit…..

edit: part 4

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[ @likemosaic | raksha // sienna ]

“I should be apologizing to you.”

To that, Sienna just gives a low huff of exasperation and drawls, “You’d have to clarify what for, Raksha. I know we’ve had our differences—but I can’t name you many people with whom I haven’t argued, at some time or another.” She flashes a wide grin, all teeth. “I enjoy that. Keeps me humble.”

Everyone likes to stand on ceremony in Mistral; and though Sienna does try to stay within the bounds of what’s respectable here—when in Vale, as the saying goes—the fact is she’s still a child of the desert at heart. Brash, blunt—what she’d call not conflict-averse, most in Mistral would name belligerent.

The years she’s spent living here haven’t changed her mind that it’s healthy for people to shout at each other sometimes. Anger is the soul’s compass: it points unerringly to change.

It’s only when it gets bottled up and left to rot that it turns to poison. Her smile flattens. She adds, quieter, “And if you mean to apologize for what Adam did—don’t. I had at least as much a hand in leading him wrong as you did, and he’s a grown man now besides.”