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peachywrite · 4 years ago

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Unpleasant Pleasantries

Rohan Kishibe x JosukeSister!Reader

Trigger Warning: inappropriate stand use, mild suggestive themes

Rohan thought this to be the perfect opportunity to get back at that imbecile with the hair of a 60’s delinquent, but instead found something more fulfilling than revenge.

It was your first time meeting the famous mangaka, but Koichi insisted that you introduce yourself to the newly found stand user as a formality.

“It’s better to make friends than enemies, y/n! So please do this for me.” He begged, clasping his hands tightly together as he bowed.

“Koichi-chan, he ripped out pages from your face and tried to do the same to Okuyasu and Josuke. I don’t know if I trust this guy.” You sighed, nervous and even a little scared.

“It’ll be fine, when you tell him you’re related to Josuke, he won’t even think about trying anything!” Koichi’s eyes glistened, still silently begging you to go.

“Fine, but if I don’t show up back home in an hour, call Josuke please.” Koichi nodded enthusiastically, shouting thank yous while he ran off to find your brother.

Thanks to the written address Koichi had given you, it was easy to find the large Victorian mansion that belonged to the isolated artist.

“Come on, y/n. You can do this. Just a quick hello and you’re done.” You tried to psych yourself up, taking one last deep breath before approaching the walkway that led up to the door.

Knock Knock

You waited, your heart rate a bit too quick for your liking.

You could hear the steps on the other side slowly approaching and suddenly stopping, only to find the door creak by.

“Now who would be disrupting the Great Rohan Kishibe?” The man spoke in a sinister tone, swinging the door open.

Rohan Kishibe looked nothing like how you expected him to. He was built slim but still toned, his green hair neatly styled and face slim and sharp with a cute dolphin bandage placed on the bridge of his nose. His green eyes stared at you intently, as if he was trying to analyze your face as well.

“I-I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble. My friend Koichi wanted me to introduce myself. I’m Y/N Higashikata. I’m a stand user and I go to school with the rest of the boys.” You stammer out, guilt hitting you for interrupting the presumably busy manga artist.

The man eyed you with a devilish smirk, clapping his hands together like he had discovered something amusing.

“You’re Josuke’s little sister! Oh how fun! You know, you’re too cute to be related to that boy. Now please come in, I’ll make you some tea and we can talk.”

“I’m actually the same age as him, and I’d love to join you but I got... study plans with K-Koichi!” You tried to avoid his stare but as he made eye contact, you knew you had lost.

“Nonsense! I’ll give him a call and let him know you’ll be studying with me, now please come in already.” His smile grew while he pulled you into his abode by your wrists.

The house was lightly decorated with manga related memorabilia on the wood carved shelves and many original panels from famous mangas hung framed on the soft toned walls, but the home still held a grand Victorian feeling to it.

Your original unease disappeared as you took in the grandeur of the mansion and the interesting items that adorned it so carefully. Rohan smirked at the curiosity in your eyes and the quick movements they made while you focused on specific areas of his home.

“Would you like a personal tour of the property before we study? I will warn you though, not all the rooms have been styled by yours truly yet. It’s a work in progress at the moment.” The smile he bared had you suspicious again, but you didn’t want to be rude to the owner of such a magnificent estate.

“As much as I would love to, your home is absolutely stunning, I sadly only have an hour to study. My mom would kill me if I got home late again.” A hefty sigh escaped your lips and you gave him your best upset expression you could muster.

You hoped he wouldn’t key in on your lying, remembering the warning Koichi had given you about his ability to discern genuine emotions from fake ones.

The mangaka squinted his eyes for a moment, causing your heartbeat to speed up substantially, but his face returned to its usual smile that you swore held a bit of deviousness underneath.

“Oh! it’s alright, dear. I understand. I’ll save it for your next visit. Let’s get to your work now, follow me to the kitchen. I’ll prepare us something and you can take a seat by the window.” He gently took your hand, guiding you to the kitchen and carefully pulling out a seat for you at his dining room table.

A beautiful bouquet set in a hand sculpted vase caught your interest on the table as Rohan busied himself with brewing a fresh pot of tea. The flowers were bright in color compared to the muted ones of the vase, but the contrast made both appear unique and appealing to the eye.

“I see you even appreciate the smaller details of a home. Though I am a mangaka, I do dabble in other forms of artistic expression. Take pottery for example, I glazed this vase in a muted color pallet so it could stand out on its own when beautifully bright flowers were placed in it. The two compliment each other nicely, don’t they?” He set down two tea cups and began to pour.

“Yes! And I especially love the bright purples in the lillies you picked here.” You gently touched a petal, Rohan now lightly tapping his cheek, pulling out a chair for himself to sit right beside you.

His closeness and unwavering gaze brought a heaviness to your chest, making you stumble over your words.

“Um-m thank you for treating me so well and letting me study in your home, Rohan-sensei.” You began to unpack your notes and textbook, Rohan scooting closer to analyze what you had written.

“No need to thank me, my dear. Now let’s get to your studies. What is it you need to work on today?” The smile he shares with you is comforting, but you can’t help but feel like he was plotting something.

You set your pencil bag down and prepare your notebook, trying to make yourself busy by setting up.

“Biology. I’ve only just recently started going to school in person, but I tested well enough to be placed in the highest class. Today we’re supposed to label all the organs in this frog drawing.” Your tone comes off as annoyed and Rohan picks up on it, tilting his head to the side while he reads your frog diagram.

“You aren’t a fan of biology? I’ve got a few anatomy sketches of animals you could use instead of this photocopied worksheet. Maybe that will help peak your interest?” He stands and saunters out to find his sketches, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

When Rohan returns, the two of you work on your Biology homework for about an hour, finishing the entire pot of tea in the process. You found out that Rohan was quite skilled at anatomy, having an entire sketchbook dedicated to the anatomy of many living things, including the likes of frogs and flowers. He was extremely helpful and fun to talk with.

As you packed up your bag, Rohan remained seated in his chair, playing with one of the lilies from the bouquet. You weren’t sure if you should head towards the door and leave Rohan or wait for him to stand and lead you out. You were about to speak when the mangaka interrupted with a swish of his pen in your direction.

“Heaven’s Door.”

You felt a sharp shove of air to your midsection, sending you onto the floor. Every movement you attempted was futile as the grinning artist looked down at you. A deep chuckle haunted you while he leaned in closer to your face. His hands gently caressed your cheek, opening it up like a book.

“I’m sorry, y/n. You’re interesting and I’d love to learn more about you, but I’m impatient. It’ll be far easier for me to just read you. Don’t fret, my dear. I’ll make sure you don’t remember this.” He flipped through your pages, ignoring the tears that ran down onto the very paper he was trying to read.

“Now let’s just read the juicy bits today. You were hospitalized along with your brother when you were only four, a strange parasite made up of Dio’s cells attacked your immune system at age twelve and had you bedridden until fairly recently.” The curiosity he held for your story excited him, the pen he held in one hand quickly wrote onto the notepad he placed on the floor beside your head.

You felt like sinking into yourself, ignoring his quips and teases as the embarrassment of the mangaka reading your thoughts and feelings enveloped you. It wasn’t fair. Why did he have to be this way? He was so kind before and just like a flick of a switch, he changed.

“Oh, now how did you escape that? Here we are, thanks to Mr.Joestar’s Hamon lessons, you not only came back from your illness, but gained a proper stand and the ability to wield Hamon just like your father and great grandfather! Wait, what’s this new paragraph about?” He squinted closely, reading your page out loud again.

“I have to visit Rohan Kishibe today because Koichi told me to. He practically begged. Even though I’m scared, Koichi gave me his word that nothing bad would happen. Rohan Kishibe looks very different from what I imagined a mangaka to look. Well, what did you expect me to look like?” His smirk grows as he continues on.

“Ah, another new bit is here! Rohan Kishibe is very good at anatomy, he’s been kind and helpful, I’d like to get to know him better. I think Josuke was just overreacting when he called Rohan Kishibe pure evil. I could see us being friends.”

His smile disappears skimming the next sentence, his usual tone of voice changed as he starts to read. He sounded upset, hurt even.

You were the one being wronged here! Why would he get upset? He doesn’t have the right.

“Josuke was right. Rohan Kishibe is not nice, he is terribly mean. He’s using me for his entertainment. He doesn’t care. Rohan Kishibe is not kind, he is not helpful, he is cruel, I don’t want to get to know him. I want to forget him.”

“I hate Rohan Kishibe. I hope to never see him again.”

Rohan paused, looking away from your pages, trying to focus on anything else for the moment.

“W-well, I’ll just fix this last paragraph and erase it from your mind. You’re being dramatic, I’m not as terrible as you describe me.” Chuckling to himself, he tries to laugh off his obvious pain and attempts to regain his composure.

“No! I won’t let you erase my emotions!” You shouted, a wave of Hamon spreading through his arm as his pen touched your page, his attempt to rewrite your memory foiled.

The mangaka was sent flying back, his right arm dropping the pen and your face finally shutting closed, returning your ability to move. Although you were upset at the betrayal of trust you gave the man, you felt a twinge of guilt in your heart when you spotted his still form draped across the wood floor, cradling the arm you had burned with your Hamon.

Running to his side, all thoughts of malice left your body while you attempted to get a better look at his injury. His arm was still intact thankfully, but it was badly burned and needed to be set correctly and quickly if he ever wanted it to heal properly. You took a deep breath and turned Rohan over to see if he was still conscious.

“Oh god, Rohan I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened.” Your eyes fill with tears again as you see the artist weakly rest himself against the wall, still holding his arm close to his chest.

“No, no it’s alright. I brought this on myself. I accept that.” He grimaced, trying to take a peek at his injuries but too frightened to actually check.

“You read my thoughts and history, it wasn’t right but you didn’t physically hurt me. I don’t know how that happened, but I promise you I’ll fix it.” You swore to the manga writer, now searching through your backpack.

When you found your pair of scissors, you went into full first aid mode, removing the sleeve from his right arm by carefully cutting the loose cloth off. After tossing the short sleeve to the side, you cut the bottom of the skirt you were wearing off into a long bandage-like shape of clothing and ran it under the cold tap water from the kitchen sink, returning to the injured Rohan.

“I’m going to wrap your arm with this, it won’t be painful if you let me use my stand, but I’m going to ask you first before I use her on you.” The man nodded, accepting your offer to erase the pain.

“Under Pressure. She’s a stand that has the ability to manipulate emotions. She can change them within a radius or focus on only one individual. When she focuses on a single person, she is only able to change their emotion to the opposite of what is being felt.” You began to wrap his arm, nervous about what he might feel when you placed the wet fabric loosely around it.

All Rohan could do was bite back his lip to avoid making any embarrassing sounds. Instead of the immeasurable pain he imagined to come with dressing a freshly burned wound, he felt a wave of euphoria. He now understood what you meant by the “opposite” emotion would be felt.

The artist never knew wrapping his burned arm would feel so good, every touch caused his breath to hitch in his throat and his eyes to water. It confused him, even though he understood that the opposite of pain was pleasure, it still startled him every time you did one more pass of the homemade bandage.

He tried his hardest not to be flustered, but when you finished off his arm by tieing the last bit with a knot, he let a small whimper escape his lips. His hand shot up to cover his face, it’s hue now a bright crimson.

Your cheeks turned bright pink as well. You turned away swiftly, to avoid eye contact.

“U-Um just stay put. I’m gonna borrow your phone for a second and let you catch your breath.” Scratching the side of your cheek, you stand up and make a b-line for the phone, dialing your home and hoping that Josuke would pick up. You glanced at the clock set on the wall, it read 8:15.

I’m late.

As soon as the phone line rang once, you spotted the front door to Rohan’s manor fly across the main hall. Peeking your head out from the kitchen, you see a furious Josuke with Koichi in pursuit.

“ROHAN-SENSEI! WHERE IS MY SISTER YOU CREEP?! SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HOME 15 MINUTES AGO!” He yells out, his voice echoing throughout the home.

“Josuke! I’m here! I was just about to call you. Listen, I messed up bad and hurt Rohan. He’s in the kitchen bandaged up but I need you to heal him all the way.” You run to Josuke, giving him a tight hug while trying not to cry from the stress of the situation.

Josuke squeezes you once and let’s you go, looking you over from head to toe so he could make sure you weren’t injured as well. When he spots your torn skirt, his aura radiates a dark malice you’d never seen him show before.

“Wait Josuke! I did this to myself, we didn’t have bandages so I cut some cloth.”

He looks you over again and sighs heavily, the purple hue that was full of rage, leaving him.

“Ok, fine. Where’s that jerk? I’ll fix him up real quick so we can go home.” He grumbled, following you into the kitchen.

Even though Rohan wanted to refuse any treatment from Josuke, he finally accepted the help when you threatened to cry on the spot. His arm had returned to its previous state, unburned and fully functional, thanks to Josuke and Shining Diamond.

Josuke picked up your backpack and held the now fixed front door open for you, while Rohan stood and waved goodbye. You awkwardly returned the wave and made your way back home, your thoughts chaotic and confused.

On the one hand you felt guilty for putting Rohan through such an immense amount of pain, but you were also upset at the humiliation he put you through by reading your life with Heaven’s Door. These thoughts plagued your mind as you laid your head to rest for the night.

It was roughly two in the afternoon when Rohan Kishibe knocked on your front door. A short but older woman answered, complaining about the loudness of the knocks when she looked over the artist.

“Oh, my apologies. You’re that Rohan Kishibe my kids talk about. How may I help you, Mr. Kishibe?” She asked with a warm tone to her voice, leaning against her door frame and smiling up at him.

“Is y/n in? I’d like to deliver this to her personally.” He spoke softly, shaking the box he held in his hands.

Your mother couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. He appeared to be anxious and uncomfortable, most likely it was his first time gifting something like this.

“She’s not home yet, but give her five minutes. Why don’t you come in? You can wait for her up in her room, just don’t go raiding her drawers or anything.” She joked, Rohan’s cheeks turning vivid scarlet.

“I’m only pulling your leg, sweety. I know you’re better than that. Now come on! Have a seat at her desk and I’ll bring you up some lemonade.” Rohan followed her inside.

When they reached your room, Mrs.Higashikata opened the door and waved her hand to your desk seat.

“Pull up that chair there and I’ll be back with some refreshments.” Her smile gleamed at him. She walked off to the kitchen, leaving the artist alone in your room.

Rohan browsed around your room, taking in the personality that was apparent by the many bits of decor that gave your little private space a peculiar style. Your walls held photos printed on Polaroid film, sketches presumably drawn by you, and posters of your favorite video games and shows.

When he glanced around your room, he was immediately caught off guard when he spotted two volumes of his very own manga, propped up and on display in your bookcase. To say he was flattered was an understatement, he was completely floored. You were a fan of his?

His heart was heavy all of a sudden, he felt a dreadful pain in his chest while he held the book in his hands. He turned his head toward the doorway when he heard your voice greet your mother. To regain himself, he quickly skimmed through the pages of the manga he was holding, hearing your distant conversation come to an end.

You entered the room. Dropping your bag at the corner of the closet, your eyes never leaving Rohan while you take a seat on your bed. The mangaka gently placed your copy of Pink Dark Boy back in its original position, turning around now to face you.

“I’d like to humbly apologize for my abhorrent behavior and actions yesterday. I was terrible. I know it might be asking too much of you, but I brought you this as a peace offering. I want us to start over. I’d like to get to know you the right way.” He passes you the box he was carrying with him, nudging you to open it.

Casually unknotting the bow and removing the lid from the bottom, you slowly lift what appears to be a white sundress out of the box. It was beautifully made and looked to be just your size.

“I know it’s not the skirt you tore, but I felt like you deserved something a little more unique.” He averts your gaze quickly when you attempt to gauge his reaction.

The mangaka appears to be flustered, apparently not very used to apologizing. His eyes held a fear of rejection but also a glimmer of hope. A breath you never knew you were holding was released with a quiet hum.

“It’s beautiful, thank you, but do know that buying me things isn’t going to repair my trust in you. We can at the very least start over though.”

Rohan smiled to himself, thankful for your empathetic nature, and nodded a quick yes.

“Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, how about we take that dress and enjoy some tea at the cafe? My treat.”

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river-bottom-nightmare · 4 years ago

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“You need a new superhero name.”

Damian brought it up unexpectedly, eyes still trained on the security camera he was dismantling.

“What?” Jon was sifting through the footage, using superspeed to catch every little detail of last night, but at Damian’s voice, he paused the recording and looked up.

Damian was still digging inside the camera, having removed the back panel and a good chunk of wires, and was now sifting through the piece of tech with a pair of tweezers. Nonetheless, he continued the conversation. “A name. You’re not going to be Superboy forever, are you?”

“Um,” Jon could honestly say he’d never thought about it. He’d always been Superboy, ever since he could remember. He wasn’t one to place much thought into birthrights or heritage, not like Damian, but he also wasn’t overlooking the fact that his father was Superman. What exactly did that make him? Superboy was the obvious answer. “I don’t think I can be anything else, Damian.”

“You have an older brother who also goes by Superboy.”

Jon shrugged. “We share.”

“Still. You’re graduating high school in just a few months, Jon. Though it’s surprising to say, you’ve outgrown the title.”

Jon’s lips instantly turned upward in a smirk. “I’ve outgrown the title, huh?”

At that, Damian turned to glare at him. Pointing a finger, he said, “I will taze you. Shut up.”

“Whatever you say, short stack.” Jon chuckled at Damian’s little growl. “But honestly, what else am I supposed to be? Everyone knows me as ‘Superman’s Son.’ I mean, Dad’s name is so big in the League, I don’t think I’ll ever separate myself from it.” And if he was honest, Jon didn’t know if he wanted to separate himself from it.

Damian hummed. “Not true. Look at Richard.”

“Dick? What about him?”

“Well,” Damian paused to move the tweezers to his other hand, “Richard started out as the first child hero, working under Batman. And unlike the other early proteges, he didn’t simply work as his mentor’s sidekick. He created his own legacy. And then he became Nightwing.”

“But Nightwing was already a thing,” Jon pointed out. “It’s a Kryptonian legend.”

“Yes, but there hasn’t actually been a Nightwing, has there? Even if there was one on Krypton, Richard was the first Nightwing on Earth. You wouldn’t call him a sidekick, would you?”

“What, no!” Jon’s reaction was immediate. “Nightwing’s, like, one of the most well-known guys out there. Literally everyone knows him, and literally everyone trusts him. He’s not a sidekick.”

Damian turned to smile at him. “Some would say he was. Do you understand my point?”

Jon pouted, took a deep breath and let it out. “Yeah. Yeah, I think so. I don’t know, I’m not even sure how to go about doing that.”

“Well, to start off, find a new name.” Damian hunched over the camera even more, suddenly focusing in on something.

“I guess so. You got any ideas?” At Damian’s lack of response, Jon asked again, “Damian?”

Damian straightened, holding up the tweezers. Clasped tightly between the tongs was a miniscule data chip. “Here’s the footage we’re looking for.”

Jon stared at him, eyes wide. “How did you even know that was there?”

Damian shrugged. “Simple matter of deductive reasoning.”

“Tim told you, didn’t he.”

A pause. Then, “Drake may have mentioned a while back that a certain trafficking ring was hiding the data chips inside the cameras, and that others were catching on to the trick. I simply tested out his theory.” Damian looked physically pained, and Jon laughed.

“Cool. Put it in, I’ll look through the footage.”

Damian handed the chip over, then laced his his fingers together, put his arms above his head to stretch. Jon, still holding the chip, stared at the line of Damian’s muscles. When Damian quirked an eyebrow, Jon quickly cleared his throat and took the old data chip out of the computer, replacing it with the new one. “So, any ideas?”

“For your name? A couple,” Damian said. “Of course, you need to have an idea for what you’re thinking of.”

Jon nodded absently, pressing rewind on the footage. “I’m not sure if I want to separate from the Super name entirely, though.”

“You don’t want to, or are you scared to?”

Jon snorted. “You probably know the answer to that better than I do. I think I got a name, it’s on the side of the truck.” He zoomed into the footage. “Yeah, it looks we were right. The pharmaceutical company’s related somehow. There’s that stupid gremlin looking thing again.’

“The griffin?” Damian asked, peering over his shoulder. He made a contemplative noise, brows furrowed

“Is that what that thing’s called? Looks like a half drowned bird.”

Damian laughed, and batted Jon’s hands aside. “That’s not what an actual griffin looks like. Here.” He pulled up a couple pictures on his phone.

Jon swiped through a couple pictures, eyebrows raised. “Yeah, those are a lot more impressive. What are they though?”

“Mythological creatures from a variety of different places. They have the body of a lion and the wings and head of an eagle. They’re quite majestic.”

Jon squinted his eyes at him. “You’re implying something. I know you’re implying something.”

In response, Damian nodded his head towards the phone.

“What?” Jon asked.

“Griffin! It’s a perfect name.”

Jon raised his eyebrows skeptically. “Oh yeah. Because I’m part cat and part bird. Perfect analogy.”

Damian slapped his hand lightly. “No, you moron. It doesn’t have anything to do with the eagle or the lion.”

“Then?”

“Your dual heritage.” At Jon’s uncomprehensive look, Damian sighed. “You’re half-Kryptonian, half-human. And it shows. When you fight, you’re fierce and unafraid, much like your father. At the same time, though, you’re endlessly curious and inquisitive, like your mother. God knows I’ve been on the end of that far too often.”

“Oh. That, huh. That actually makes sense.”

Damian shrugged. “I’m just saying. It would be a good homage to your roots, and you’re honoring your parents, without being too overt.”

Jon looked down at the phone again. The lion part was strong, muscled, steady. The bird’s head was curved and fierce, wings spread majestically.

“Griffin. You know what? I kinda like it.”

OKAY SO THIS WASN’T ACTUALLY MY IDEA i read a damijon fic a while back on ao3 where the author had jon’s name as griffin and i thought that was so so cool so i wrote a thing and i tried to find it again to give them credit but i couldn’t find it!!! so if anyone knows the fic i’m talking about, or if you yourself wrote the fic, please let me know so i can link you in the thing. it really was an incredible idea.

tag list: @comicsandhoney @birdy-bat-writes @elles-shitposts-personified @subtleappreciation @yesboopityboop @dangerduckjpeg @astroherogirl

and i know you’re not actually on my tag list so sorry for bothering you with this but @iamwhelmed i thought you would appreciate this

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nomoregoldfish · 5 years ago

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Imagine Pacho Sends You as a Gift to (Spy on) Amado 3/3

More smut (but I’m really bad at writing it, :////). Plot twist guaranteed. And I can’t believe I wrote 6K for this, FML. What has Chema done to me? I also made a few changes in the first two parts, read the whole thing on AO3.

You are woken by a phone call in the middle of the night. But you neither move nor open your eyes. You hear some numbers, Amado sounds irritated. It could be something related to tonight's dinner?

Your patience is wore out minutes after minute and Amado still hasn't returned to bed. You make a bold decision to wake up, and the Mexican is smoking by the window. Something keeps him up at night? That doesn't sound like the Lord of the Skies, the man who has had the world at his feet.

"You wanna talk, more sex or a bath?" You carefully propose.

"I was expecting for late night snacks you pull with some Asian witch shit." Amado lets you sit on his lap. "Hang on, I've got some leftovers from the kitchen."

You two settle for sharing the jacarandas mochi from a small food container in the bathtub.

"You like it?" You don't really need validation from Amado. It's just you spent hours coming up with the idea of improvisation, trying to make a traditional Japanese dessert more appealing to the Mexican guests. "I made the bean paste from scratch, less sugar. I understand most Mexicans are not used to sweet bean paste..."

"They don't deserve it." Amado suddenly claims. You don't get it. Who are they? "They are just a bunch of pigs in expensive suits, corrupted, stinky pieces of shit." Then Amado tells you almost everything. He invited the tequila exporters with the hope that the cartel could use their affiliate companies in the States as front to launder more drug money since tequila is one of the largest yet least regulated businesses between the US and Mexico. And the politicians are officials from Mexican Customs Bureau and SHCP.

"Fucking idiots. They thought I was gonna ask them to smuggle coke under the tequila crates. With all the fucking Pier 1 sofa and Ford pasenger seat manufacturers in Juárez, I've had more than enough trucks to move products across the border." When Amado brought up money laundering, the tequila exporters expressed concern regarding possible investigation of tax evasion from ATF, putting more pressure on Amado to increase their cut.

They eventually made a deal less favorable to the cartel and that's why Amado's a bit pissed when he's on the phone.

"Why are you telling me this?" For the first time that night, you ask softly.

"Those cabrón. They don't deserve what you bring to the table. You pour your heart and soul, making the best feast I've ever had. You deserve to know what happened."

You've never thought you'd hear that from Amado. He didn't have to tell you anything. It makes you lower your guard. You want to get closer to him, without any agenda.

"Does this mean my body won't be put in the trunk of one of your auto collections tomorrow?" You try to lighten it up.

Amado kisses you from behind. The position is awkward but neither of you care.

Making out with Amado in the bathtub makes the night better than your wettest dream.

The Mexican's gonna make you cum again with those magician hands of his.

"You...haven't told me if you like the jacarandas mochi." You're so screwed. Maybe you'll never get the answer because Amado's too busy sucking you tits.

Amado clears his schedule the next day. He brings you to the Asian boutique where he bought the Japanese painting.

"One of my guys found this place. I thought you might be interested..." That's cute from a drug lord. But you're not that kind of person.

"A) I don't need a Buddha artifact home to find my inner peace, and B) only Pacho wears shirts with Chinese characters taken from a poem back in the Tang Dynasty. Seriously, he's ridiculous. Come on, let's go."

Instead, you two spend the day trying different Asian food you can find in DF. From hotpot to Peking roasted duck, from pho to char kway teow. Amado seems to enjoy the Chinese food more than others.

"Most Asian restaurants in North America are run by the Chinese, from San Francisco to DF. Since you guys can't tell if an Asian cook is from China, Japan, Vietnam or Thailand, he or she would quickly learn dishes from other Asian countries. We are always the most hardworking people." You explain to him.

"Oh, I love hardworking people." He's so full of shit but you can't help smiling.

Amado finds a fortune cookie note saying "Happy New Year of Monkey." Then you explain Monkey is one of the Chinese zodiac signs which repeat every 12 years.

"So 1956...I am a monkey? Cool." He's surprisingly quick with math.

You write the Chinese character of monkey on a napkin and Amado seems fascinated by it. So you suggest that he could get the Chinese character tattooed, "Next time you can show that to Pacho. He probably would get one, too."

Holy shit, he's really doing it.

The way the tattoo parole Amado brings you to is cleared makes you believe it's part of the cartel business, which makes perfect sense.

"You don't have any tattoos? Not at all?" You're surprised when the tattoo artist prepares Amado's skin on his forearm, first cleaning then shaving.

"We've fucked three times, once in a bathtub," Amado grins, obviously in a good mood, "Don't you think it's a bit late to ask? Or I fucked you too hard you didn't notice?"

Thank God the tattoo artist doesn't even flinch.

OK, you have to get back at the fucker. So when the tattoo artist asks you for the character to make a design, you write pig in Chinese instead of monkey.

"Hold on, that doesn't look like what you wrote on the napkin. Let me see it." Right after the tattoo artist places an outline of the design on his skin, the Mexican stops him.

You're 100% sure Amado doesn't speak or write Chinese. How the fuck does he figure it out?

"What is it exactly? Tell me the truth or you will have an honest conversation with my brother." Amado makes the threat more scary by pointing at Vicente, who stands next to the door with two guns and a pink lollipop.

"Wait. He doesn't know shit. It was me...I wrote a different character." Your confession is quick, you don't want to see anyone get hurt over this beef.

You thought it's just a silly prank. Now you realize you're dealing with the most notorious narcos of the country. Amado may look like a businessman, reasonable, even decent. He's still capable of getting violent whenever he thinks it is necessary, to an extent you really don't want to know.

You take a deep breath, then apologize to Amado. You are ready for the consequence.

"Apology accepted. On one condition, you'll have the exact same tattoo as I do when the new design is done." Fair enough.

But you're a chef who often needs to cook right in front of customers. You can't let them see a tattoo on your forearm.

"How about here?" The Mexican is touching your breast as if no one's around.

It's a small tattoo, just one character. But it's near your heart and you're sensitive as fuck.

You can't move but your nipples are hard almost through the entire process. Amado's right beside you and he sees everything. Someone please help you ease the pain FFS.

The fucker doesn't act on it until you get into the car. Amado shuts the soundproof panel between the front and rear seats and the next thing you know, you're riding the man who just makes you get a stupid matching tattoo. It fucking stings, and itchy. Yet the pleasure is undeniable when your tits being teased, bit, sucked. Amado carefully avoids the tattoo, which makes you want him to scratch the itch even more. You scream his name when you cum with both extreme pleasure and pain.

Amado puts an arm around you when it's over. Two matching tattoos are right next to one another. Your heart is still beating fast from the afterglow, echoing his pulse.

You feel the caress on your beast, it hurts a bit yet the body warmth is nice. Is it how it feels to be marked by someone else? Not many people will ever see it, plus it's not a specific name or symbol that would embarrass you later. It'd be a secret.

"You know what? You won't be able to find a dead body to stand in for you when you eventually betray me, sweetheart. No one else would get a tattoo like this."

What Amado just says feels like a kick in the stomach. It's cold and absolutely right. Have you been sloppy? Has Amado figured out something already? "Why would I betray you?" You ask, but he doesn't give an answer.

It's the last day of your stay. You have a very special package delivered from Japan.

You gonna make blowfish sashimi tonight for Amado.

Everyone knows it's toxic so it has to be handled with meticulous care. You make Amado watch every step — a set of fuguhiki, knives with thin blade is unwrapped, you pick them one by one to gut the fish, remove the deadly liver and ovaries, skin it and cut off its head. Then instead of cutting outward like most people do, you turn a knife to cut inward.

"Careful! You shouldn't hold knife like that." Amado almost jumps in to help. But you assure him it's OK. Then you show off the technique to cut extremely thin and translucent slices of blowfish.

To make the white meat more attractive, you set the slices in a large plate with red poppy flower pattern. They are so thin, the poppy flower is still visible when all's done.

"An ancient Chinese writer used to say, 'The taste of blowfish is worthy of death.'" You joke when you mix the sauce. "Don't worry. I'm a licensed blowfish-preparation chef."

Amado squints, "So you're testing me."

You want to tell him to just trust you, but you don't know how.

"There's no antidote for the tetrodotoxin. But I'll eat it, too. If it's poisonous, our muscle will be paralyzed bit by bit when we're fully conscious, eventually we won't be able to breathe. We're going to die slowly, painfully and desperately."

You take the first bite, Amado follows.

"Why are you so loyal to him?" Amado breaks the silence, "For one, you don't sleep with him. You obviously are not related. And as far as I know, money can't buy loyalty."

"I'll answer it if you answer my question first." The Mexican agrees. "You didn't want me for me, you barely knew me. You made the decision when Pacho said I was the best, he wouldn't last a week without me. You want him, or something that makes you his equivalent. Except being gay, I don't know. You won't fuck his boys, so I'm the next proxy. Am I correct?"

After a pause, Amado nods. Then it's your turn.

"How many female chefs do you know?" Amado is confused for a few seconds, then he gets it.

"There was no place for you in your line of work, just like there was no place for him in this game controlled by men, men who have multiple wives and fuck whores. He sees himself in you. So he takes you under his wings."

"Yes. Pacho is the only one who's believed me. He's also the biggest shareholder of my first restaurant."

Amado then asks what you gonna tell Pacho when you return. "I'll tell him you give really good heads. Maybe he should try it himself." You wink, "No, I'll let him know you're not a cold-blooded bastard. Even though you sometimes make awful choice by dipping sashimi in guacamole, you're appreciative of other people's work." You really mean it, you like Amado. But you'll probably never know if he buys it or if it matters.

After a while, you finish the whole plate of blowfish sashimi. "Seems we're not dead." Amado's poking your cheek with chopsticks.

"No, we are not."

"Last question, why did Pacho send you?"

"Amado, you would've done the same. You know that."

#narcos #narcos mexico #narcos imagine #amado carrillo fuentes #pacho herrera

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snarkymonkeyprime · 4 years ago

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Okay, I had the scene of Ethan carting Kai in my head yesterday and it spawned this. Please enjoy!

“Look at him.”

Ethan followed Chernov’s gesture to see Kai face-planted on the table. He snorted and sipped from his champagne glass. He didn’t think Kai had been drinking that much but by the way he was muttering into the table, it’s clear he’d done a number on himself.

Ethan patted Kai on the back, chuckling when the other man lifted his head up wearily, squinting.

“Wazzat?”

“Having fun down there?” Ethan asked.

Kai made a noise and planted his face back on the table. “Spinny.”

“Suppose I can’t blame him for wanting to be drunk; he does work for Xerynn,” Chernov stated. He lifted his coffee cup. “That’s probably been pent up for months,” he added.

Ethan laughed at that. When he’d first learned Kai worked for the that lawyer, Xerynn, he’d been shocked and fully expected to discover that Kai was as cutthroat and duplicitous as the black-eyed bastard. Instead, he’d met a nervous man with no filter who spent most of his time bad-mouthing his own boss. A welcome surprise, for sure.

That even Chernov tolerated him and his antics spoke volumes. The lieutenant hated Xerynn and typically avoided anything to do with him. Kai, however, managed to fracture that quite quickly, becoming an oddly common occurrence at the precinct. Even now, celebrating Ethan’s promotion to Grade 2, Kai was a welcome addition to their little shindig.

Jess had already called it quits an hour earlier and Lisa, a few hours before that. Now, it was simply he, Chernov, and the drunken Kai at the bar. Ethan, honestly, wouldn’t have complained if it ended up just being him and Kai. Both of them had opted to get a room at the hotel so as not to worry about their drive home. And Ethan might have entertained some steamy fantasies earlier in the night. Fantasies now firmly squashed given how out of it Kai appeared.

He’d been surprised by plenty in relation to Kai over the year. Kai had a tendency to speak his mind, accidentally, which had been only one of the many charming things Ethan discovered about the other man. He was clever and more than once, he’d found information that helped out the squad on several occasions. He had the oddest roommate and he still hadn’t quite figured out what he did for Xerynn. Kai himself only stated he collected things; so, a messenger? Not that it made sense and Ethan was aware enough to know that Kai was keeping something back.

As he sipped his glass, he watched Kai as he mumbled into the bar top. As a cop, he knew better than to rely on face value. The fact that he knew Kai kept things back should have been a warning sign. Should have kept him firmly on the side of acquaintance. There were times when he felt he’d nearly seen beyond whatever barrier Kai kept up but he never was able to fully rationalize what he thought he was seeing. But, Kai himself had wormed his squirrely way into Ethan’s resolve and at this point, he didn’t quite know where he stood.

Chernov yawned and set his mug down. “You should get him up to his room.”

Given Kai was now singing a mumbled, off-key version of “Evacuate the Dance Floor” to the bar top, Ethan had to agree. He set down his glass and patted Kai on the shoulder. “C’mon, Hot Stuff; time for bed.”

Kai propped his chin on the bar, blinking slow at Ethan. And then smiled.

“Okay. You know, you’re too pretty to be a cop.” He blinked and shot Ethan a set of finger guns. “Pretty Cop Man.”

Chernov barked a sharp laugh. “Confirmed: he’s smashed.” He pulled out his wallet, fishing for his credit card. “Get him to his room before he does something really stupid.” He wagged his card. “I’ll settle the tab and call it a night.” He rose and patted Ethan on the shoulder. “Well done, Ethan. You deserve it.”

Ethan smiled weakly at the thanks before turning back to Kai who still blinked at him, deep in his drunkenness.

Pretty Cop Man. That had to be the worst part of all of this. Kai was . . . downright adorable on a good day. He’d been fully prepared to distrust Kai when he’d learned of his connection to Xerynn. Instead, as he’d gotten to know the other man, he’d developed more than bit of a crush on him. Kai was shorter than he was, with shaggy brown hair and wide brown eyes. And for as much as he grumbled about his job, he was quick to laugh and joke, often pulling Ethan along into his misadventures. Which meant he spent a lot of time with Kai and spent a lot of time thinking about Kai.

Years of work as a police detective had given him fine skills at maintaining a poker face. And while Ethan was typically able to keep such thoughts to himself given their odd working relationship, that didn’t mean he didn’t ponder things. A lot. Possibly more than was healthy. And while he’d never asked, he’d always assumed Kai was straight. Possibly less straight when drunk?

“That sucks,” he muttered, getting off his stool. He tugged on Kai’s arm, coaxing the same. “C’mon. Pretty Cop Man wants you to go to bed.”

Kai blew a raspberry in response but complied. Sort of. Mostly he fell off the stool, colliding with Ethan in the process.

“Easy there,” Ethan murmured, righting him. “Just got to get you upstairs and let you sleep it off.”

Grumbling and rubbing his forehead, Kai stumbled along beside him, frequently colliding with Ethan in the process. Eventually, in an effort to save himself from further bruising, Ethan latched a hand to Kai’s collar, attempting to keep him walking a fairly straight line.

They made it to the elevator and Kai leaned against the back, staring up at the lighted panels above. “Hey, Ethan?”

No more Pretty Cop Man, I guess. He turned slightly. Kai was still leaning his head against the elevator wall but he’d angled his head enough to meet Ethan’s gaze.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Thanks for inviting me,” he murmured. He shut his eyes, rolling his head back. “And good job, Detective Policeman!” he added, holding up a thumb. He dropped his hand and pushed away from the wall. He stood for about a second before teetering forward.

Ethan lunged and caught him, pushing him upright. “You don’t drink this much that often, do you?” he asked with a laugh.

Kai squinched his eyes shut. “No,” he moaned. “My head hurts.”

Ethan looked at the elevator dial. He and Kai both had rooms on the twelfth floor. Five more to go. He let go of Kai and immediately grabbed him a second time when he nearly crumpled. “Okay, gonna do this the hard way.” He turned around and squatted down a bit, sliding his hands under Kai’s thighs. “I don’t trust you not the end up on the floor.”

Kai flopped against his back, his arms draped over Ethan’s shoulders and down his chest.

“M’yank you,” he mumbled into Ethan’s hair. “It’s all spinny,” he whined.

Ethan hiked him up a bit, settling Kai a bit more comfortably against his back. “I’ll bet. Maybe don’t try to drink an entire bottle of rum?”

“Not rum, tequila,” Kai corrected. He sighed, blowing air against Ethan’s neck, which unfortunately left Ethan shivering. “Tequila, tequila, tequila,” he babbled, soon singing the word over and over until it slurred into nonsense.

“I have to admit, you’re pretty entertaining when drunk,” Ethan stated as the elevator arrived to their floor. He stepped out, grunting under Kai’s weight.

Kai’s singing faded and he sighed, wrapping his arms loose around Ethan’s neck, and nuzzling him. “Comfy,” he murmured.

Ethan swallowed, his face reddening. “So, uh, Kai?” he prodded as the headed down the hall. “Question for you.” He took the babbled noise in response as an affirmative. “You, uh, you seeing anyone?”

“Nuhuh.” He hummed a new song for a few steps and then sighed. “I wanna though.”

What am I doing? Ethan licked his lips as he rounded the corner to the corridor where their rooms sat. “What’s your choice? Women?” He cleared his throat. “Men?”

Kai shifted and propped his chin on Ethan’s shoulder. “Women are pretty,” he sighed.

Well, that answered that.

“Men are prettier.”

Or not? He considered. “So, you’re bi?”

“Bi, bi, bi!” Kai sang, mimicking N’SYNC this time.

Ethan rolled his eyes, mouth quirking. “I think that’s an answer then.” And so damn heartening that Ethan nearly whooped. Until the last second when he recalled he was carting a drunken man on his back. That would probably not have earned me points, he thought.

He reached Kai’s room and halted, letting him slide off his back. Kai wobbled again and Ethan held him up by the shoulder before digging into Kai’s back pocket.

“That’s . . . my ass,” Kai intoned.

Ethan snorted, coming up with Kai’s wallet. “Sure is.” He plucked Kai’s room key from its confines. “And this is your key.”

“Key!” Kai exclaimed. He took back his wallet and beamed at Ethan. “My knight in shining armor.” He tried to tuck his wallet back in his pocket but it thumped to the floor instead. He turned clumsily, staring down at it. “Aww.”

Ethan burst out laughing. When Kai turned to look at him, he shook his head. “Sorry, Kai. You’re a bit of a mess right now.”

Kai yawned and shrugged. “I’m a bit of a mess most of the time,” he said. He rubbed his eyes. “I am sorry to have thrust my mess on you,” he stated, holding his arms out. “It travels.” He leaned in, cupping a hand around his mouth even though his volume didn’t change. “Blame Xerynn; he started it.”

“That, I can believe,” he replied. But he sobered quickly. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re a mess, Kai. Far from it.” He bent down and picked up Kai’s wallet before returning to the door and swiping the key card. Not risking a glance back, he added, “And if you are a mess, I like your mess.” He pushed the door open after the beep, holding it for Kai to walk through.

After a second’s hesitation, his eyes unfocused but direct, Kai shuffled his way in, swatting at the wall to flick on the light. “Bed!” he exclaimed. “Oh, bed; I love you.” He trotted forward and flopped face-first onto the neatly made bed. “Bed!” he repeated, voice muffled.

Ethan dropped Kai’s key and wallet on the dresser and leaned against it. He couldn’t stop grinning. Even though Kai was about a second from passing out, he lay prostrate, his legs kicking behind him as he repeated “bed” over and over again.

Shit, I never stood a chance, did I? He cleared his throat and stood. “Kai, get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” He reached out and grabbed one flailing foot, shaking it once. “Try not to overdo it next time.”

Kai stopped kicking and turned his head, cheek against the pale blue quilt, hair a complete mess and eyes bloodshot. He smiled at Ethan. “Thank you, Sir Knight,” he mumbled. He yawned again, eyes drooping shut. He burrowed into his bed before adding, “I like your mess, too,” he mumbled.

He’d nearly missed the words, honestly. But Kai had cracked open one eye, once again direct, if bloodshot. “Good night,” Ethan husked, turning to go.

He stepped out into the hall, letting out a sharp breath. He didn’t know if Kai was so drunk that he’d forget their conversation but Ethan, at least, wasn’t about to. If anything, it gave him a bit of encouragement that maybe there was something more there. That, friendship aside, Kai might see a bit more between them like Ethan was beginning to.

He paced to the end of the corridor and swiped the key to his room. It had been a long day and an even longer night. He’d received a promotion, free dinner and drinks, and a hint that he had a chance at something with a man he was fast falling for.

All in all, not a bad day, as most things went.

#kaithan #kai hunter walker #hhnf #ethan scott

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canumoveurseatup-no · 6 years ago

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Pop-pop’s Babysitting Chronicles

Part 3 of the Honeybee Series!!

This part was requested by: @blueoz

Don’t forget you can request what you would like to see in this series!!

Summary: You and Bucky took some time for yourselves and went on a little vacation. Annalise wants pop pop to babysit and this is just a peak into the Babysitting Chronicles

WC: 2.5K

Pairings: Tony x OC!Granddaughter ;Bucky x Black!Stark!Reader; Bucky x OC!Daughter (paternal obviously); Avengers x Black!Stark!Reader

Warnings: none, it’s all fluff and cuteness this time!!! (Jk just a tiny bit of angst if you squint)

A/N: I’m so glad y’all enjoy this series and everything else I write!! I can’t thank y’all enough for the support! If YOU LIKE IT, PLEASE REBLOG AND COMMENT IT MEANS A LOT!!

“Dad, you know her bed time is 9:05 on the dot,” you were literally making a list for him and he waved you away.

“That is such a specific time,” he waved you off

“It’s really 9. But she spends so much time with you, and picks up your vocabulary so she just loooves grace periods because ‘pop pop always says it’, so I say 9:05,” you handed him the list which he throws away right in your face and picks Anna up and kissing all over her face causing her to giggle and squealing.

“Dad! You might need that list,” You exasperated.

Tony just rolled his eyes at you yet again and look at you dumbfounded.

“Y/N. I raised you for crying out loud. I’ve watched my granddaughter plenty of times. Just because it’s an extended period this time doesn’t mean I’m incapable,”

You sighed and nodded your head, “I’m only worried because she’s not like other kids, dad. She has super strength and we have yet to see if she can do what I do and I just want her to be safe,” Bucky came in the kitchen with your bags ready and Tony nodded.

“Sweetie, you were two when you started Shadow traveling, I think I can handle my granddaughter for a few days,” he kissed your cheek and patted your head, “You worry too much. Relax. Have fun”

“Okay okay. Don’t let Sam or Clint get a hold of her during their football marathons. We don’t want a repeat of when she was a newborn,”

“Fun times,” he looked up at the ceiling and sighed happily.

“Dad!,” You swatted his arm and he just laughed at you.

“Mama, I’ll be okaaaaay. I love spending time with pop pop. He lets me in the lab with him and fly around in a mini suit he made for me,” Anna admits

“You weren’t supposed to tell her that!!,” Tony whisper yelled. Anna covered her mouth and muttered “Uh ooohh”

You wore a worried expression on your face and whined, “That’s it, we are not going anymore,”

“The hell we are! Babe, we need this and you know it,” Bucky came up to you and held your hand, “That’s her grandpa, she’s gonna have adventures with him. You forget that she can barely get hurt. And when she does it goes away quickly. She’ll be fine,” Bucky’s words calmed you down some and he looked to Tony.

“Don’t forget, her Honeybee Scouts tea party is Wednesday at 1:00 to 2:30, she was in charge of the cookies and napkins. We’ll be back later Thursday,”

“I keep up with my Honeybee and her tea parties. I got this tin man, now go so I can fuck shit up with my granddaughter,”

“DAD!!”

“Oops,” Tony tried to keep the smile from appearing on his face but there was no point. He pushed you and Bucky to the elevator and pressed the lobby button for you, “I raised you just fine. I can handle a mini you all over again. Have fun and be safe,”

You sighed and kissed Anna all over her face and she giggled while pushing you away, “I’ll miss you guys but gooooo! I love you, mama,” she grabbed your face in her little hands and kissed your nose. “Papa” she raised her arms up and he picked her up effortlessly.

“I love you, papa. You two better make it back safe,” she waved a finger in his face sternly with a frown.

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky’s eyes glowed at his daughter before kissing her cheek and the elevator dinged.

Everyone else had already said their goodbyes and kept it short knowing you’d be back in like, less than week. You were supposed to have left like an hour ago, but you being the worry wart you were, you stuck around and lectured your dad about how to watch his granddaughter when he’s done it millions of times. You were lucky you were using one of his jets or else you’d be screwed.

Anna climbed out of his arms and went to into Tony’s, wearing a big smile, and they waved back at you two as the doors closed, “we’ll try not to eff too much shit up!” She smiled

“ANNALISE LILLIAN STARK-BARNES!!!,” you and Bucky’s yelling could be heard through the closing and descending doors.

Tony shook his head and told her to watch her mouth, “Watch it, don’t want your parents to beat my butt for you repeating me,”

“Oopsie, sowwy,” she smiled sweetly.

“Now... what do you wanna do first? Prank wars or help pop pop on one of his projects?,”

———

She picked pranking first. She had painted Sam’s wings periwinkle with glitter and literally wrapped all of Clint’s weapons in gift wrapping paper.

They ended up pranking Steve as well by adding pink hair dye to his already pink shampoo.

“TONYYYYY! ANNAAAAAAA!!!!,”

Anna and Tony hid away in a secret passageway in his lab and laughed their butts off, “He’s gonna be even more upset when he finds out his suit matches,” Anna’s hands covered her mouth as she was hysterically laughing.

“WAIT UNTIL I FIND YOU BOTH!!,”

“We got an angry old man on our hands!!” Tony laughed even harder. Anna took her pop pop’s hand and led him to the lab after a while of cracking jokes and hiding.

“I wanna fix some stuff up. Mama and papa won’t let me in here any other time,” she immediately took some wire cutters and working on a panel for his suit, “you still haven’t put this in your suit, pop pop?,” she asked

“I left it fo you, I didn’t wanna finish it if you started it. This is our thing, I wanted to leave something for you to work on when we finally got back in here. Plus, whatever you did right, I can’t figure it out to continue,” he booped her nose and she scrunched her face up at him while giggling.

“You just had to readjust the digitizer and reboot the program. The white wire was also in the wrong circuit. You had to switch it with the orange one,” she was so nonchalant as she worked. He stared at her in awe as she continued to split wires open and rework them.

“What do you wanna do when you’re a big girl?,”

“I am a big girl, pop pop,” she sassed. He threw his head back in light laughter and shook his head.

“I mean when you’re a bigger big girl,”

“I want to work for NASA,” she simply stated.

“Really?,” he became intrigued as he worked on yet another project.

“Yes, the ESD to be specific,” she took a pair of tweezers to work with the wire, “That’s the Earth Science Division in case you didn’t know,”

“I already knew that, Honeybee,”

“Hey, I’m just making sure!,” she shrugged, “I want to focus on climate change to be even more specific. There are a lot of human related causes and Earth is hurting. So I want to help fix her up. Not just put a bandaid on her and turn my back on her, I want to cure her pretty much,”

“You are definitely my granddaughter,” Tony adored how smart she was. He adored her drive for things and how sure she was of her future plans. You and Bucky raised her right.

“You think I can do it? You don’t think that’s something only boys can do? Like with space and stuff?,” she paused for a second to look at her pop pop and he frowned.

“Of course not. You can do whatever the hell you put your mind to. Did someone tell you that you can’t?,”

She huffed and nodded slowly, “Queen Bee Eurena, our new scouts leader, said that stuff is only for boys. But you all always taught me jobs don’t discriminate, it’s the people in charge that do,” she continued working on the panel but she didn’t realize how pissed Tony had become. How dare someone tell his granddaughter that she can’t do something just because she was a fucking girl?!

“Ya know... I know a guy who works at the ESD,”

Anna slammed the wire cutters down on the table, “YOU WHAAAAT?!,” she screamed.

“One day I’m gonna let you meet him. Let him know there is someone special who would be a great asset to the team. I can even get you a tour of the place,”

“NO WAY!,” she squealed, her little braids with beads clashing together to make noise.

“Yes way!!,” Tony gave her enthusiasm right back.

“But I wanna work for it! I don’t wanna get the job just because I’m your granddaughter. Trust fund babies do that,” she said.

“Honeybee, it’s okay. I know you’ll work so hard that you won’t even need me to put in a good word,”

She nodded and told him to lean down so she can kiss his cheek, “I’ll always need you, pop pop,”

————

“Honeybee! Do you have your sash?,” Tony called from down the hall as he packaged up the expensive cookies and napkins. Tony has to go all out.

“I can’t find my crochet patch!,” she called back.

“In your room, by the your crafts box!,”

“Found iiit!,”

He heard the pitter patter of running feet, “I need help,” she pouted.

Tony took a knee as he pinned her crochet patch on her sash, “We’re gonna have to sew this on,” he mumbled.

She pointed to a patch on her sash, “I can do it! I was the first one to get the sewing patch. Up next is the worker bee patch!,” she exclaimed.

“You got this,” he fist pumped her and picked her up as well as the bag of cookies and napkin. “Off of the beehive we go!,”

———

Tony sat back in the picnic chair and sipped his lemonade as he watched Anna run around the park with her best friend Adora. They were connected at the hip and they defended each other like sisters. It was a great friendship to see.

“A-are you new?,” a tall lady came up with the same uniform as Anna, “Queen bee Eurena, transferred to this hive like a two weeks ago” she held her hand out.

“Tony Stark and yes I guess you could say I’m new. Anna is my granddaughter, her parents usually attend but they’re on vacation,”

“Oh she is such a pleasure to have!,” Eurena clapped, “She works really hard and helps everyone, everyone loves her! I bet she’ll make a great nurse someday,”

“Nurse?,” Tony frowned, “Anna doesn’t want to go into nursing. She’s a NASA nerd,” she chuckled.

“Yes, well we try to teach our girls to have attainable goals,” she nodded. Tony took his sunglasses off and really looked at her like she was stupid.

“NASA is totally attainable!,” he exclaimed, “I’m not sure what you taught your previous hive but this hive doesn’t belittle their bees’ dreams,”

Eurena frowned at Tony and put her hands on her hips, “Well sure but that’s no place for a lady. Especially a wonderful one like Anna,”

Tony was mind boggled. This woman was really talking out the side of her neck.

“I can do whatever the hell I put my mind to!!,”

Tony and Eurena turned around to see Anna looking up at her with a frown, “What you have been teaching us goes completely against the Hive dynamic and beliefs! How dare you put me in a box! I will not be put in a box!,” Anna kicked Eurena in her shin, everyone heard a loud crack and Eurena cried out in pain. Tony swooped in to pick her up.

The other families gathered and agreed with Anna. This new Eurena woman was teaching these little girls that they need to be on a short leash.

“I will be contacting your superior,” Anna best Tony to it, “Let’s go pop pop,”. Tony walked over to the table and grabbed the rest of the cookies that hadn’t been opened yet and put them in the bag before storming off. It was a domino effect. Once Anna and Tony left, everyone else started to leave.

No wonder Eurena transferred, she clearly didn’t do too well with her other hive.

————

“Dad, she kicked the woman in the shin, fracturing it! In multiple places!” You screamed, “Not only that, she cursed, dad. In public, at her scouts party with other kids!,”

“I’m not arguing with you about this, Y/N. She stood up for herself! That’s what we all taught her! To believe in herself and not let anyone belittle her potential,”

“Tony, that’s not what we’re getting at,” Bucky sighed, “It’s the fact she kicked a grown woman in her leg. We teach her not to resort to violence, because only we know how strong she is,

“That’s why I was worried in the first place. That’s why I didn’t want to leave,” You rubbed your temples and Anna came into the kitchen.

“She was mean to me and you don’t even get it!,” Anna fumed, “She was talking to everyone like that. Telling them they couldn’t be scientists or crime scene i-investigators, or surgeons! She was telling us we would be good teachers or nurses or receptionists!, clearly there’s nothing wrong with that but she swatted our arms away when we reached for more and that’s not fair, mama!,” her bottom lips started quivering and she was shaking in anger, “not fair!”

You looked at her and sighed, you did always tell her to never let anyone talk down to her, that she was more than what anyone ever said, you guess she just had enough of this woman in her short time knowing her that she acted out. You kneeled down to her and saw how she was controlling her breathing as best as she could.

“You’re doing a great job with your breathing, Honeybee,” you whispered, you taught her breathing techniques when she got worked up, “I’m sorry I was yelling but you know we don’t condone unnecessary violence,” you rubbed her cheek.

“I understand, mama. But she frustrated me more than I’ve ever been and... and I couldn’t help it,” she slapped her hands on her thighs in frustration, letting out a loud groan that worried you.

“Buck,” you called over your shoulder. Bucky came up behind you and lifted her in his arms and she let it all out.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt her, I didn’t!,” she clenched her fists in his shirt and he rubbed her back, “Pop pop stood up for me. He believed in me and I just acted out,”

Tony came over and tapped her shoulder, making her turn her head to look at him as she cried, “We all believe in you. But I must admit the kicking and swearing is wrong, okay? We’ll even apologize but I’ll be damned-,”

“Dad!,”

Tony cut his eyes at you and sighed, “We’ll apologize but I won’t allow that woman to be around those little girls taking to them like that,” he glared at you and you flicked your eyes to Bucky who agreed, “Now give me my Science bee,” he made grabby hands and Anna gave him a watery smile while moving into his arms.

“We are sorry,” She said to you and Bucky. You both gave her a kiss and a stern reminding that she can’t go around kicking people who offend her (even though you both are guilty of that.)

“You’re fine. Just make sure you apologize for kicking her. But not apologizing for verbally defending yourself,”

Anna nodded and Tony carried her to the lab to set up a date to tour NASA and the ESD.

She kissed his cheek and smiled, “Told you I’d always need you,”

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April 6th-April 12th, 2020 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party week long chat that occurred from April 6th, 2020 to April 12th, 2020. The chat focused on Adventurers’ Guild by Phillip MacArthur.

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BOOK CLUB START!

Hello and welcome everyone to Comic Tea Party’s Book Club~! This week we’ll be focusing on Adventurers’ Guild by Phillip MacArthur~! (https://adventurersguildcomic.com/)

You are free to read and comment about the comic all week at your own pace until April 12th, so stop on by whenever it suits your schedule! Discussions are freeform, but we do offer discussion prompts in the pins for those who’d like to have them. Additionally, remember that while constructive criticism is allowed, our focus is to have fun and appreciate the comic! Whether you finish the comic or can only read a few pages, everyone is welcome to join and chat with us!

DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 1

1. What did you like about the beginning of the comic?

2. What has been your favorite moment in the comic (so far)?

3. Who is your favorite character?

4. Which characters do like seeing interact the most?

5. What is something you like about the art? If you have a favorite illustration, please share it!

6. What is a theme you like that the comic explores?

7. What do you like about the comic’s story or overall related content?

8. Overall, what do you think the comic’s strengths are?

Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!

RebelVampire

What I liked about the beginning of the comic was just the overall pacing. The comic really takes it's time to introduce the world to you and the first set of characters, and it kind of hits that right beat for me where there's a lot of information where I don't feel overwhelmed since the pacing slows to the right tempo to make it work. My favorite moment in the comic so far is probably the battle against Razoku. Without getting too specific, I love just how epic that fight was in general, and also that a character I didn't expect was down for the count for that fight, leaving everyone else to compensate. That is not something you see in stories everyday, plus I liked getting to see Jack do some work since Jack tagged along for the quest. My favorite character at the moment is probably Li, because I have a thing for enigmatic mysterious dudes who I know so little about. Plus, he's a sorceror and I always 1000% support magic classes. As for characters interacting, probably Klaus and Li. I love the hints that they really have some history here, and I like just kind of how they balance each other out. Like sometimes Li is dumb and Klaus is the smart one and then sometimes Klaus is dumb and Li is smart. And it goes on like this for a bunch of different traits, so I like that theyre both kind of on an even footing and that they have this bond and understanding the other characters don't have with them yet. So it's like this warm thing of comfort.

RebelVampire

What I like about the art is just kind of how well it emulates RPG pixel games. Especially how dialogue and other elements are handled to replicate the UI. It's a nice touch that really just kind of sells that whole game feel aesthetic. I liked that the comic explored the moral choice between helping someone vs. fulfilling your obligation. And the tangentially related "Is it okay to lie if it's a stupid noble who wants a thing for aesthetics and frivolous reasons?" Some pretty common themes, yet still important themes always worthy of discussion. I also liked how the noble knew the lie and still just accepted it anyway, since that was 100% now the outcome I was expecting. So it really takes the exploration of that theme a bit differently. What I like about the story is the same thing I like about the art: it really nails the game feel. Like I really do feel I've been watching just an epically long cutscene to some game, but as someone who does like games and RPGs, that really appeals to me. Honestly, I'd be excited to play this as an actual game so I could use Li and cast all the magic. As for the comic's strengths, game feel which I've already discussed. But in general, like the beginning, pacing. I've seen a few comics like this one, but for most the pacing usually isn't that great since pixel art really only allows for so much action to be depicted. So pacing for these things needs to be epically different than it does for most comics. I think this one really nails it, especially with combat. The comic really shows how the combat will be epic, but it doesn't try to pad it out either and just kind of embraces the limitations that come with this specific style.

warriorneedsfood

I am having a hard time engaging in the comic. The layout wasn’t very intuitive for me and it’s very small on my tablet. When I play old school rpgs I look past the interface to get to the story, but this comic embraces the format. It makes me wish the author made a game instead of the comic. However, I didn’t get very far on the first pass. I will be hunkering down with the comic later on this week to read it to get the whole impression of the story.

RebelVampire

Once I adjusted to the layout, I actually found it way easier for mobile personally.

Since I didn't really have to zoom or squint, and the panels were very responsive to touch controls

But it is definitely far from the standard so I can see it as a point of alienation

Eightfish (Puppeteer)

Gotta say, never played this kind of game so this comic isn't really for me, but I did think the format was really unique and cool

I don't have any problems reading it on my phone

Feather J. Fern

I think this premise for the layout is really interesting. I actually think it would have done really well as actually an Instagram comic due to it's scroll, square shape.

I do also have to agree if this was an actual game done on RPG Maker or something, it would fit it a lot more. But I do love the feel it is giving me.

I do have to note that the font is making it hard for me to read, since that font isn't really good for me. My own personal problem though.

I can see why they went with that choice for the old RPG feeling

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DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 2

9. Why do you think Myra came to Knolton, and why is she hesitant to talk to even fellow Nemians about her backstory? Additionally, why is Jack equally mysterious about his origins? How do you think the truth will change the characters’ relationships with each other?

10. Do you think Klaus will allow Kidd to join the party? If so, how will that change the current group dynamic? Additionally, how will Cedric’s secrecy effect how much trust the other’s put in him?

11. How do you think Klaus and Li met, and for what reason do you think Li joined Klaus’ clan? Additionally, what do you think Li’s backstory might be in general? Do you believe there are secrets that might change how the group sees him, or is it something more mundane?

12. Do you think the group will see Edmund or anyone else they’ve faced against again? If so, what do you think will happen? In general, how will the group’s growing fame affect them and the quests they take on?

Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!

RebelVampire

I feel like Myra probably got exiled or something. If only cause Myra does not seem like she'd have come to Knolton by choice, and you don't conceal your backstory unless you've got embarrassing shit to hide. I assume Jack might be in the same sort of situation. I actually think if Myra and Jack talked about it, though, it'd bring them closer together, as well as the whole group. The truth sets you free and all that. As for Kidd, yes, I think Klaus will let Kidd join. Klaus seems nice like that. As for group dynamic, I think it will simultaneously make Cedric a better and worse member of the group. I kind of feel if push came to shove, Cedric would ditch the others to save Kidd, making him unreliable. But at the same time, if Kidd goes with, Cedric would probably have increased loyalty. As for Cedric's secrecy, I think it'll be a long time before anyone fully trusts him again. I get the impression that Klaus must of met Li when Li was down on his luck, and since Klaus was such a bro and a friend, of course he joined. As for Li's backstory, I actually don't have any theories, although I kind of feel Li is less secret cause of something to hide but more maybe no one asks. Though I'm sure there is at least one secret in there that will make the audience gasp. I do think the group will at least see Edmund again because Edmund seemed an important and noteworthy character who'd come back. I could also see silver lotus noble coming back for silver lotus part 2 only now its a gold lotus. Either way, in regards to Edmund, of course theyre going to fight, though I feel like someone will try to convince Edmund to join their part instead, which Edmund might be convinced somehow. In general, though, their group is definitely gonna attract big baddies and great evil, cause fame comes at a cost.

GuildmasterPhill

Hello, author of Adventurers' Guild here! Just want to chime in and say it's been a real pleasure to read all the analysis of my comic here. It's good to see some of you really getting into it, and I think this whole tea party thing is a wonderful idea. Adventurers' Guild's week is almost up, as I understand it, but I'll be around here for the last bit of it if anyone has any questions for me! (I'm REALLY cagey about storyline spoilers, though, so don't expect any of those!) Thanks again!

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DISCUSSION PROMPTS – PART 3

13. What are you most looking forward to seeing in regards to the comic?

14. Any final words of encouragement for the comic?

Don’t feel inspired by the prompts? Feel free to discuss anything else that interested you!

mathtans

Hi! Our modem died, so my internet capabilities are real limited at the moment. But I had a quick look at the start of the week and just wanted to say I think the format is really neat, since I see some back and forth debate about it. All the best with the comic!