#does he need the paycheck that badly

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FACE OF VERSACE

Pairing - Cillian Murphy x fem!reader

Summary - You accompany Cillian on his Versace photoshoot and cannot wait until afterwards.

Warnings - semi-public sex, p in v, oral (m receiving), in love

Word Count - 1.4k

Notes - Quick write. That white tank top does things to me. Also Cillian is a total simp you can't convince me otherwise.

It’s been like this for months now, Cillian’s schedule spilling all over the kitchen bench because it’s that full. Right when the both of you would think there would be a decent break for him, another job would come up. Not that you were entirely complaining about this one. 

It’s one thing to be the face of a brand, but to be the new face of Versace? Cillian never would have seen that one coming. It was a blessing to be able to wear Versace during the award season, but this felt like the cherry was too big to fit on the cake. There was a lengthy discussion on if he should do it, he was never greedy enough to push for another paycheck. Not to mention, being the face for such an elite business felt overawing. This was a big gig, which would lead to even more large opportunities in the future. He had a family and didn’t want to fall into the loop of constantly being away from home. But by the end of the night, you convinced your husband to take the blessed opportunity. 

You cleared your schedule to be able to watch the shoot. It was a very long day, the both of you had to wake up before dawn after flying in late last night. Cillian stubbornly decided to go on a fast, wanting to look the best he could for his age, as he argued. 

Even though he was high on excitement, you could see how exhausted he was. How desperately he needed to take a break and sit down. But he soldiered on, a refreshed expression of awe on him with every outfit. 

The clothes were tailored to him exceptionally, the way the fabrics snatched his waist made you feel butterflies in your stomach and your thighs squeezed together. 

You were wanting him all day, all week, all month. Even though you always had him, the spark of the thrill was currently dead. He was in work overload mode, so he was always so tired whenever he was free. Not that you blamed him for feeling that way, but you just always had the urge to show him how badly you adored him, wanted him, loved him. 

But, when he came out in the white tank that teased the beauty of his chest, a tailored black jacket with the matching high waisted trousers, topped with the medusa belt. It almost sent you over the edge on the spot. Especially when he waved the damn scarf. 

You had to have him as soon as possible. The way everyone was watching him, it made you feel possessive. The need to mark him as yours was pumping through your blood. There was no point in trying to hide how badly it was affecting your mind and body. Your legs were closed tightly and you were biting on your lower lip. 

There was a short break right after that shoot and you made up a little lie that you had a headache. Typically, being the thoughtful and attentive husband Cillian was, he took you back to his dressing room for some privacy and soundless scenery. 

But as soon as the door closed you pounced at him like a tiger. His back hit the door as you kissed him passionately, his hands raised in shock, his body stiff against yours. 

“Darling, fuck, couldn’t you have waited until we got back to the hotel?” Cillian chuckled nervously as one hand wrapped around your lower back and the other patted the door to find the lock on the knob. 

“Can’t wait, too horny” you moaned, flexing your hips up against his. 

“You’re such a fucking minx sometimes” he groaned, already feeling his cock twitch in his trousers. 

“I need you” you whined, your mouths still pressed together. 

Cillian whined out slowly, his eyes squeezed tight. The thoughts in his head were fighting each other. Desperately, he wanted to ravage you but logically he knew that the break would be over soon, and he hated rushing these moments with you. 

“I need you too baby, but-” he tried to object but the words in his throat went dry as you dropped to your knees. Quickly, your palm rubbed against his growing size. “Baby no” he protested, waving a finger as if he was scolding you.

But he couldn’t resist you. Naturally his hips flexed forwards and he was wondering how the fuck he was meant to get rid of his erection. 

“Come on” you whined childishly. 

“We’re meant to be on a tight schedule” he complained, but didn’t stop you from unbuckling his belt.  “My stylists will come knocking” he continued on. 

But you were determined and he already knew there was no denying this. 

“We’ll be quick” you promised slyly. 

“We’re never that quick…” he said, almost taking offense to it. 

You looked at him, puppy eyes and pouting to him. 

“Please sir” you begged softly. 

It was like a spell, whenever you’d call him that. That word made him bend backwards for you. His hand grabbed onto your chin and tilted your head back. 

“Such a little needy one, aren't you?” He groaned as you slowly slid down the zipper. 

“Yes sir” you answered, a cheeky smirk on your lips. 

“Well, who am I to deny my good girl? Who has been handling my time away so strongly. Taking care of my family so perfectly” he praised.

Those types of words always made your core clench. Every slight movement in your body, you felt your pussy slip in your thong. You hummed in response to him as you quickly freed his throbbing size. 

There was time wasted, you were on a tight schedule as he claimed. Swiftly, your lips wrapped around his cock and you bobbed your head down him. Cillian moaned out, his back pressed firmly against the door as his hands slipped into your loose hair, encouraging you to go faster. It hadn’t even been a minute when his hands gently tugged on the roots of your hair. 

“I want to fuck you baby…” he murmured as he pulled you up to your feet. You giggled and nodded your head in agreement. “You deserve to feel good too” he grinned, quickly leading you over to the two seater couch. 

He fell backwards onto the seat, quickly shaking his pants down to his ankles whilst you slid off your thong from underneath your skirt. Without a second to spare, you straddled him, his hands rolled up your skirt around your waist, his cock pressed against your abdomen. With a short lift, Cillian lined up his size to your entrance and you slid down slowly onto him.

Both of you moaned out in unison as his arms wrapped possessively around your upper frame, holding you tightly against his body. For a short moment, you both sat still, his cock twitching in between your clenching walls. An electric kiss was shared between your lips as you slowly rocked your hips against his. 

“Should be you, in the photoshoot” he praised you through a moan, eyes closed. 

“Shut up Cill” you moaned back as you bounced on him faster. 

He chuckled and gripped onto your thighs, guiding you to go at the perfect angle and speed. You planted sloppy kisses around his face, not caring that you were getting lipstick all over his skin. As he started to thrust inside of you, he buried himself deeply down your canal over and over again. 

“Love you so fucking much” he professed, holding your body close to his. 

“L-love you too” you shuddered, your eyes rolling back as he started to hit your sweet spot. 

He twitched briskly inside of you and could feel his balls tighten up. Through the euphoric sensations his mouth fell open, his hands moving to your bare ass. 

“Come for me now baby. I promise I’ll take it slow with you tonight, worship every inch of you” he vowed, his mouth pressed against your ear.

Your head nodded quickly as you felt your walls squeeze him like crazy. Shortly, you saw stars as you swore out, your hands in his short locks of hair as you rocked your high out. Straight after, Cillian moaned out, his seed shooting deep inside of you as he held onto you tightly. 

Both of you took a long moment to pant out, chuckling to each other as you stroked the hairs out of his face. He kissed you softly, confessing his undying love for you. tytr

Both of your heads snapped to the knock at the door.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x fem!reader #smut

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Dalton's rules

Elwood Dalton x reader

Annon requested something intense with our brand new boyfriend... well, here we go <3

A/N: In this fic he's still fighting professionally

Warnings: masturbation (f), dom!Dalton, Somnophilia, cum in underwear, degradation, edging, pussy slapping, choking, more slapping, creampie...

Like 2.4k words

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The first rule was clear. Some days your boyfriend would get everyone screaming his name, except for you. Fight nights... how you hated them! Not only you had to wait anxiously for him to come out of that octagon alive, but he just refused to touch you afterwards.

He claimed it's for your own safety. He just gets too worked up during his fights... if he couldn't mesure his strength, if he ever lost control around you, he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

You were fine with it, most days. Well, of course you felt like rewarding your champion, but that could wait... the stress you went through during the fight and the days of preparation got you too tired to complain about it.

Well, most days...

There was this specific occasion, a very important fight for his career. Dalton had been training for so long, you felt absolutely neglected. Being the supportive girlfriend you are, you didn't say anything, though... you knew how important you were for him, and if he heard you were feeling like that, he would feel like the worst person in the world. And not only you didn't want to hurt his feelings, you didn't want to distract him and cause him to break any bones.

All you could do was wait.

Honestly? It wasn't that bad. Dalton always made it up for you. The days after his fights, before he started preparing for the next one, were the BEST. He got so clingy. He wouldn't let you go anywhere without him. His scary fighter face would be hidden under the sweetest permanent smile and kind doe eyes he only had for you. He would use his fat paychecks to spoil you. Buy you new jewelry for every fight he wins. Take you for dinner anywhere in this planet. And God... fuck you against every surface he saw.

Maybe it's because you had those things in mind and got too eager... maybe it's because this specific time he went too long without touching you... you weren't sure about why, all you knew was that the night after he won the fight, you were absolutely unable to sleep.

The discomfort between your legs was unbearable. You kept tossing and turning in bed, and he was so exhausted, so deep asleep, that not even your restless state right beside him was enough to wake him up.

You sighed frustratedly, looking at his face. God, he was so beautiful you felt like crying. It didn't help the way he never wore anything but those black boxers to sleep.

He was so tired... maybe he wouldn't notice if you touched yourself...

Yeah, that's the second rule. You're not touching yourself without his permission.

But... he would understand, right? Only this time...

Your eyes were glued to his face as your hand slid inside your underwear.

You were dangerously close to him, his body pressed against yours...

It felt like you were committing a crime. Unfortunately, that only turned you on more.

You were so fucking wet you were afraid he would wake up from the sounds your pussy was making.

Well, he didn't fully wake up, but something in him did. You froze when you felt him move. Except that he didn't really move. What you felt was his cock hardening against your thigh.

You wanted to cry. He felt so deliciously hard... what a fucking waste, you needed him so badly... you rubbed your clit so hard, but that wasn't it...

You might have lost your mind just for a second. But the next thing you knew was that you were grinding against his erection like your life depended on it. At this point, all you wanted was for him to wake up and fucking take you.

He didn't wake up at once. As he gained consciousness, he was fully convinced that was all a dream. He remained on that half asleep/half awake land, without moving a muscle. And you kept grinding on his clothed cock so fucking good. So deliciously hard... leaking more and more and... oh shit.

His eyes shot open as his orgasm started to build.

"Shit! Y/N, what the fuck?!" He grunted, voice still so sleepy...

You didn't stop. He grabbed your arm harder than he would like to as he filled his underwear with cum. So much cum it leaked all over your ass as you kept rubbing it against him.

"Oh for fucks sake..." He pushed you away. Fucking pushed you away. He had NEVER done that. "Look at the fucking mess you've made..."

His harsh touch didn't hurt half as much as the loss of contact.

"Dalton... please..." You whined. "Didn't cum..."

"Yeah? Good." He grabbed your hand, forcing you to stop touching yourself. "What the fuck was that?"

"M'sorry..." You squeezed your thighs together. "Needed you too badly..."

"That's the worst behavior I have ever seen in my life." He took a deep breath. "And you couldn't have pissed me off at a worst time."

You had no words to defend yourself. It was true, you broke two rules at once.

"I am so fucking exhausted... and have wake up in the middle of the night to deal with a brat." He continued, his grip still burning on your arm.

"Baby... please... I'm so sorry..." You insisted, burying your face in his chest. Your hands went to his abs, tracing it slowly and he tensed up.

It was obviously not only difficult to you, those days without any touch. But he would rather suffer a bit than risk hurting you or losing the fight.

"Oh my sweet girl..." He cooed, hand stroking the back of your head. "You know I have to be harsh sometimes, yeah?"

You looked at his face again. His sweet expression kept you calm, but his words didn't.

"You understand that I have to punish you right now, don't you?" He asked nicely, like you had a choice. "That I do what I do because I need to keep you obedient..."

You nodded shyly.

"Good girl." He sighed. "Tell me, my princess... when you were touching yourself without my permission... you didn't cum, right?"

You shook your head quickly.

"Do you need to?" He asked and you nodded immediately. "Yeah? How bad? Use your words for me, darling."

"So bad, needed it for so long..." You explained, eyes filling with tears.

"Hey, hey, hey..." His hand went to your cheek, stroking it lightly. "You need cock so bad you're gonna cry, angel?"

You felt humiliated. All you did was look at him. He had a huge smirk on his face.

"That's fucking pathetic." He mocked. "Spread your legs for me."

When you did, he ripped your underwear like it was nothing, throwing it somewhere in the room. The way his eyes landed on your pussy made your stomach churn.

He knew you were ready, so he immediately shoved two fingers inside, bending them, rubbing your walls just so right...

Your eyes immediately rolled back. You were so close before he caught you, it surely wouldn't take you too long to get there now.

"Does this feel good, baby?" He asked, fingers never stopping. "Is that what you needed?"

You nodded eagerly, hips moving uncontrollably as you felt yourself getting there... you grabbed the sheets and closed your eyes, god, you were right there, growing and growing and growing in your belly...

"Too fucking bad, slut." He said, removing his fingers from you at once. His sweet tone was nowhere to be seen now.

Before you could start crying at the loss of contact, he gave your pussy a loud slap. You gasped. You were used to Dalton being rough, but not that rough.

"What did you expect?" He mocked you again. "That I would just solve your fucking problem? Do you think you deserve that?"

When you didn't answer, he slapped your pussy again. "Thought I asked you a fucking question."

"I don't deserve it!" You admitted. "But I did what I did because I was too desperate... because I need you too badly..."

"You just had to wait until the morning, you know that." He explained.

"Couldn't wait... I couldn't." You whined. "Slap me again, please?"

His eyes widened. "You're trying to come from your punishment? Do you have any idea the kind of trouble that would put you in?"

"No... not thinking, just need you..." You moaned, arms wrapping around his neck, bringing him close. "Come on, baby... don't you miss me?"

"Y/N..." He groaned. "Can't do this right now."

"Why?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"Because I'm fucking mad at you." He shut his eyes, like he was trying to tell himself that. He needed to tell himself, because he was getting hard again.

"No, you're not mad at me for real." You insisted. "Come on..."

"Am I not mad for real?" He raised his eyebrows.

You bit your lip and shook your head.

"Do you think I'm in the mood for playing?" He asked, looking at the clock on the nightstand. "At 3am?"

"I'm sorry... I won't do it again..." You pouted.

He sighed, his eyes on your lips as he licked his. He rested his hand around your neck as a warning to stay still while he leaned to kiss you. You melted into the kiss, hips trying to grind against his leg. His hand tightened around your neck.

"Quiet." He said against your lips.

He pressed his body against yours and you could feel how extremely hard he was again already. You had never met a man with that stamina. Well, everyone knew there was no other man like him...

"Listen to me. Carefully." He said, pressing his erection harder to your core, making you roll your eyes in lust. "I'm gonna fuck you now and then I'm going back to sleep. And if you wake me up again, I'm not gonna even look in your direction for a week, do you understand?"

You nodded with a certain difficulty, considering how his hand squeezed your neck.

"Do. You. Understand?" He asked again.

"Yes, sir." You replied weakly.

"Smart little brat." He chuckled. "Turn around."

He stood up to remove his underwear and you laid on your belly as fast as possible.

The sharp slap that laid on your ass didn't surprise you the slightest, but you still moaned.

He pulled you closer like you were nothing and started stroking his cock. He knew you were more than ready, but his cock was still a bit sensitive from the harsh stimulation you kinda... forced him into. So he entered you slowly, inch by inch. You couldn't believe how good it felt.

"Fucking missed this pussy, baby, I'll admit that." He said, movements starting slow, but deep. "Just wanted it to be more romantic, you know? Take you somewhere nice... in a pretty dress I'd ruin later..."

"M'sorry..." you cried out. When he was that deep inside you, he could get you apologizing for things you didn't even do.

"Yeah, but my girl doesn't like romance, right?" He grabbed your waist and started going harder. "She likes being treated like a fucking slut. A very fucking ungrateful one."

"S'not true..." You moaned.

"Oh am I crazy, baby?" He gave you another slap. "You wanna keep disrespecting me? Knowing you, you might get sick from the lack of attention..."

"I would!" You replied, desperately. "Could fucking die..."

"Dramatic fucking whore." He chuckled. "Listen to me now. Very serious."

You tried your best to concentrate. It helped that his hips stopped moving.

"You're gonna tell me to stop immediately if I hurt you, won't you?" He asked, in the most serious tone you've heard from him.

"Yes." You couldn't contain the excitement that phrase ignited in you. Should you be scared?

"I mean it. You won't get punished and I'll let you cum if you still want to. But you have to be honest, baby, I... I couldn't live with myself." He insisted.

"I promise, baby." You assured him. "You won't hurt me, I can take it."

"Yeah?" He chuckled again. "Well, you fucking asked for it."

After making sure you were as comfortable as you could get in your position, he forgot what the word mercy meant.

His thrusts fast and deep, his sounds animalistic. Hands on your hips leaving bruises... and if you could speak, you'd thank him for it. It was more than you expected... more than he ever gave you. But it sure was what you needed... and it didn't take too long for that familiar feeling, the one you had been craving all night, fuck, all week, start to build.

"DALTON, PLEASE!" You started by begging already, because you weren't in position to do anything without his permission, no matter how much you needed it. "PLEASE, I'M SO CLOSE..."

"Fuck, me too..." He said, never stopping his hard thrusts. "Come for me, pretty girl... hurry up..."

The relief your body felt as soon as it got his permission allowed your orgasm to build and build and explode harder than you could take it... all you could do was scream his name among incoherent words.

He followed right after you, filling you up so deeply...

As soon as he was finished, he wrapped his arms around you and laid down, holding you close.

"Are you okay, angel?" He kissed every inch of your skin he could reach.

"Fuck, I am now..." you sighed and both of you laughed a little.

"I'm sorry, baby..." His sweet tone was back incredibly quick.

"You didn't hurt me, I promise." You assured him.

"Good... But I'm not apologizing for this... I'm sorry that I neglected you for so long." He caressed your face gently. "You're so much more important to me than all that bullshit. I just..."

"I know." You cut him, offering him a reassuring smile. The look in your eyes meant all the words you couldn't say. Specially not at that moment.

"You do, don't you?" He sighed relieved. You were his ride or die. And he couldn't imagine what he would do without you. "I'm so lucky to have you."

"Well..." You shrugged playfully. "Guess that means it's all forgiven."

"All forgiven." He chuckled, bringing you closer to him.

#elwood dalton #road house #elwood dalton x reader #elwood dalton fanfic #road house fanfic #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal x you #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal x y/n

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INTERVIEW: "Ferrari, I won't stop believing in it. I see myself as world champion" (La Repubblica, 2022)

source: alessandra retico, la repubblica published: june 15th, 2022 series: f1, 2022

excerpts:

Do you envy Verstappen at all? No and I don't think he envies anything about me either. We are two different drivers, I focus on myself to be the best version of myself, I will never be someone else. I am happy with my development and will continue to evolve.

You're very tidy on the track, are you also very tidy in your private life? No, I'm messy. I reserve order and discipline for motorsport.

In the film [Lightyear], there is a kiss between two women that has already created controversy: does it surprise you? For me, homosexuality is a completely normal thing, I have gay friends, I don't understand how today there are people who don't understand that love is for everyone. F1 must lend a hand to those who don't have such a powerful voice to express difficulties in everyday life.

They have given you many names: predestined, prince, which one do you recognize yourself in? They are all positive and make me very happy, but what I like most is what my father gave me, pins à roulettes when I started racing, I was 4-5 years old, I was all small and you could only see the big helmet.

Were you never afraid? No, never, even if looking back at the accidents I tell myself I was lucky.

What did you buy with your first paycheck? A 1969 Fiat 500, off-white, convertible. The side-by-side? I didn't have too much trouble driving it. Then I went to Indonesia in Bali with my best friends.

A pinhead with wheels underneath. The yellow helmet was so big and he was so small, that his father called him pins à roulettes: "It's the image that corresponds to me and I like best about myself." Even though Dad Hervé is no longer here, Charles Leclerc still goes fast and stings the heart with the same ardor as when he was a child. He has a Ferrari to do it. "I want to become world champion , I will believe in it until it is no longer mathematically possible." Six poles in 8 grands prix but only 2 successes, now he is 3rd behind the Red Bulls of Verstappen and Perez. Two retirements in the last 3 races (Barcelona and Baku) due to reliability problems, in the middle his very bitter Monte Carlo: from 1st to 4th due to a mix-up of strategies. His engine is in Maranello: in Montreal he will fit a new one, to be determined if he will need a fourth turbo which would cost him a penalty.

Still optimistic? I will never give up, this has always been my mentality. I want to win, the World Cup is long. We have to understand the problems we had, they were three tough blows. Not an easy moment, but this doesn't change my motivation.

Doesn't reliability worry you? No, but a lot of attention is needed, the customer teams also had problems. But I have faith in this team and once the problems have been resolved, the pace and performance are there. I believe in it. I may be crazy, but I also believed in the two previous seasons as soon as I put the visor down, even though I could aim for a 10th place at most. This year we're really there, we just need to focus on ourselves and solve the problems as soon as possible. It's an important championship, we have a great opportunity to do well. There is too much positivity when things go well and too much negativity when they go badly. We need to find a balance.

Did you sleep after Munich? I did it, even if it hurt. But already in Baku I reset and got back in very good shape. It will be the same here in Montreal too.

How do you recover from disappointment after delusion? I know well what it means and what it feels like when you win, it's one of the few things that give me such great happiness. It's this that drives me to train every morning. This year we should have had more successes than we have for the reasons we know, but I'm sure it's just a matter of time to get back to where we want to be.

Do you need more calm or a winning mentality? Everyone has their own way of arriving at things. For me, being calm and concentration are fundamental. And when there is an excess of emotions it is important to return to your own bubble without being disturbed.

Do you have anything special about qualifying? I don't know, you can make a difference on the flying lap, because every mistake you make costs you in the end. For now it's gone well, I understand the car enough. But I'm also happy with the race which was my weak point in 2019, I worked on it and I think I improved a lot.

Compared to your partner, Sainz, you seem to have more confidence with the car. I can't speak for Carlos, this year I prepared better than in the past. Lots of simulator and in the pre-season tests I tried things that perhaps didn't make sense but I didn't want to overlook anything and be as ready as possible for the first race, there I wanted to be where I am and give it my all. It paid off. These new cars are difficult to drive and the details of going fast have changed. All the drivers have made mistakes and it's up to me to make as few as possible. I take risks, like in Imola. Even when you can't see it. I think it's the right approach and for now I'm happy.

Do you envy Verstappen at all? No and I don't think he envies anything about me either. We are two different riders, I focus on myself to be the best version of myself, I will never be someone else. I am happy with my development and will continue to evolve.

How did you miss the plane to Montreal? I went home on Monday. The flight from Nice to Paris was delayed. So I missed the connection but then I arrived safe and on time.

You're very tidy on the track, are you also very tidy in your private life? No, I'm messy. I reserve order and discipline for motorsport.

What do you write in the notebooks you read during free practice?

Everything: my feelings on the car and the things I want to try on the track. I get lots of ideas so I write them down so I don't forget them. And I write them in pen so I'm sure I'll find them again, before I used an app on the tablet which often deleted it all.

You voiced a character in the Disney Pixar film, Lightyear: The True Story of Buzz . Do you feel like a superhero? No. I feel like a normal person, even if I do a sport, I don't call it work, very special which isn't for everyone. I'm just lucky.

In the film there is a kiss between two women that has already created controversy, does it surprise you? For me homosexuality is a completely normal thing, I have gay friends, I don't understand how today there are people who don't understand that love is for everyone. F1 must lend a hand to those who don't have such a powerful voice to express difficulties in everyday life.

What are you like in everyday life? I have a routine: diet, gym, rest. Discipline is the biggest change I've made. In a year like this I want to be at 110% for 22 races. Will we get to 24? I'll be even fitter.

They have given you many names: predestined, prince, which one do you recognize yourself in? They are all positive and make me very happy, but what I like most is what my father gave me, pins à roulettes when I started racing, I was 4-5 years old, I was all small and you could only see the big helmet.

You play the piano. If F1 were a musical genre, what would it be? A very strange mix between classical and rock and roll. I think it's an exercise in adaptation between aggressiveness in qualifying and gentleness in tire management in the race. Playing helps me, I did it as a child, my brother Arthur is very good, I I started again during the pandemic by taking back the piano that was from my mother.

Don't you sing? Sometimes in the shower. Out of tune? I don't know, I just wouldn't have the courage to do it in front of someone. Poor Seagull sung in Bahrain? A joke with some of the team. I prefer to invent on the piano, it's something I share with my girlfriend Charlotte who will become an architect in two months. Like me, she is very creative.

Is creativity also useful for being a pilot? You need speed, precision, concentration. And courage. Let's take Jedda: a very fast track, close walls. There you feel the risk you're taking but you have to go and not think about it, this is what I like about this sport. I know it's dangerous, but I like to play with limits.

Were you never afraid? No, never, even if looking back at the accidents I tell myself I was lucky.

What did you buy with your first paycheck? A 1969 Fiat 500, off-white, convertible. The side-by-side? I didn't have too much trouble driving it. Then I went to Indonesia in Bali with my best friends.

You love fashion, when will your first clothing line be launched? I would like to do it in the future, it is one of my passions, I believe that fashion is a means of expressing oneself without speaking. For now I am content with wearing things that I like. My mind is busy trying to win the Championship.

Have you already booked your summer holidays? In Sardinia with my friends on my Riva boat. Then in Ibiza with the family, but I remain focused: gym and equipment within reach.

Who will you cheer for at the World Cup in Qatar? Since there is no Monaco and Italy, France.

How do you see yourself at the end of the year? World champion and that's it.

#year:2022 #series:f1 #format:interview #charles leclerc

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Speechless - A Gryffin Industries Story

Summary: Echo can’t sleep, due to nightmares and phantom pain, so he goes to take his mind off things in the gym. While he’s there, he becomes reacquainted with an intern who has the voice of an actual angel. And Echo is smitten.

Pairing: Pre-ARC Trooper Echo x F!Reader

Word Count: 1457

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: The song that the reader is singing is Speechless, the spotify link is there.

Echo sighs as he rubs the juncture where his prosthetic arm meets his flesh arm. He’s not unused to phantom pain, the ache is familiar at this point, but that doesn’t make it any easier to sleep through.

The fact that the phantom pain is always accompanied by horrific nightmares means that Echo’s a bit less willing to try and sleep at the moment. 

He lays in his bed for a moment, and then he sighs and sits up.

If he can’t sleep, then he might as well get up and do something. At this time of night, there probably isn’t anyone in the gym. Maybe if he physically wears himself out the nightmares won’t suck as badly.

He swings his legs out of his bed and crosses over to his closet to pull a set of exercise clothes out of the drawers. 

Echo has been an employee of Gryffin Industries for close to 9 months now. And he’s been an actual working employee for almost 6 months. It took him three months to recover enough to be able to actually work. 

And he’s happy.

He is.

His twin brother is here, though he works as a personal guard for one of the doctors rather than as regular security like Echo. Also, there are a lot of his brothers here. Even Rex works here now, and Echo gets to see his brothers almost every day.

Add in the fact that he makes a very nice paycheck, and gets the finest armor and the best medical care on Coruscant…and he really has nothing to complain about.

And yet he’s not happy.

Echo opens the door to his room and steps into the hall, before turning to the left to head to the elevator that will take him to the gym.

His therapist says that he just needs time to adjust, that his feelings are normal, but Echo’s not so sure. They don’t feel normal. He steps into the elevator and leans against the wall as it goes down.

And then, when the door dings open, he steps into the dimmed hallway leading to the gym. Normally this part of the Gryffin Industries complex would be filled with laughter and the sounds of weights clinking together, but at the time of night, even the most keen vod’e are either sleeping or working.

Echo will be alone.

It shouldn’t bother him as much as it does.

He heads down the hall, and then he slows to a stop. He hears something. Echo tilts his head to try and listen better, and then turns down a side hall. One of the halls that leads to one of the myriad of simulation rooms. 

As he follows the noise, he realizes that he’s hearing someone singing.

Echo follows the voice through the halls, until he comes to one of the smaller sim rooms. Carefully he pushes open the door to the room, and he has to blink twice at what he sees.

The singer, a young woman who looks vaguely familiar, turned the room into a theater, and she’s standing on a stage singing and dancing. And she’s good.

Better than good.

She’s amazing.

He folds his arms and leans against the wall, a small smile crossing his face as she continues singing. 

Now that he’s able to see her clearly, he realizes that he does know her. She’s one of the interns in Weapons Development. He’s had several conversations with her over the last couple of months. She’s quiet and shy. Very reserved.

The daughter of some of the Doctors who work higher up, if he remembers correctly. 

He never imagined that she could sing like this.

The song comes to an end, and she stops moving. Her chest is heaving and her face is flushed…and Echo’s never seen a more stunning sight in his life.

He brings his hands together and she starts, her head snapping up to look at him. She looks deeply uncertain for a moment, before she crosses the stage, and over to the control panel.

A touch of a few buttons, and the theater vanishes around them, leaving her standing on a stark platform, and him leaning against the white walls of the sim.

“Oh…Corporal.” She carefully steps off of the platform and takes several hesitant steps towards him, “I…ah…”

She won't meet his gaze, and Echo realizes, with a start, that he needs her to look at him. He needs those pretty eyes focused on him or he might just die.

He takes a step closer and leans slightly to the side so that she’s looking at him, “That was beautiful.” Echo praises, honestly, “You have an amazing voice.”

Her eyes snap to his face, and she presses her hands against her cheeks, “Oh, thank you!” Her voice is quiet, but she sounds pleased.

“And the fact that you can sing and dance at the same time is even more amazing.” Echo continues, thrilled now that her eyes are on him. “You must have worked hard to be able to do that.”

There’s a flush of pleasure on her face, “When I can’t sleep, I like to come down here and practice.” She ducks her head slightly, “I’ve never been caught before.” She admits.

“Well, I can’t imagine that anyone else comes down here late at night.” Echo agrees, “I’m only down here because I can’t sleep.”

She smiles at him, and Echo flashes a grin right back at her, though he only has two thoughts in his head. One, he would burn Coruscant down if it meant that she never stopped smiling at him, and two, he’s so karked.

“Well,” Her voice is light and it pulls Echo from his thoughts immediately, “I’m not supposed to be down here. Not really.”

“Why not?”

“Ah, well-” She trails off, “Mother and Father think that I should focus on my studies. They think that the Simulation rooms are a waste of my time.”

Echo pauses, “To have a sim saved, you have to use an ID-”

Nervously she pulls an ID out of her pocket. An ID belonging to someone who clearly isn’t her. “I made a fake. Please don’t tell! I’ll stop coming-”

“You don’t have to stop coming,” Echo interrupts, “You enjoy singing and dancing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy.”

She brushes some of her hair off of her sweaty face, “Well, music has always been my passion. Ever since I was a small child.” Her smile is small, “But mother and father never approved.”

“Why didn’t you go to school for music then?” Echo asks, stooping to hand her a water bottle that he hadn’t noticed until that moment.

She takes a sip of the water, “Well, mother and father paid for my schooling, and…” She sighs, “I love my parents, Corporal-”

“Echo. It’s…just Echo.”

“Echo, then.” She corrects with a slight nod, “Like I said, I love them. They’re just stubborn. And, I guess, a part of me is worried that they’d disown me if they knew that I’m not a science person like them. Like my siblings.”

Echo doesn’t say anything for a moment, there’s not really anything to say. She knows her family best, after all. And then he glances at her, “You know, that song didn’t sound familiar at all.”

“Well, that’s because I wrote it.”

“You wrote-?” Echo blinks at her, “Holy shit, just how talented are you?”

She giggles and ducks her head, “Thank you.”

Echo stares at her for a moment, and then he grins, and hurries over to the panel on the wall, reloading the most recent sim. The theater blossoms around him, and he motions for her to join him on the stage.

“What are you doing?”

Echo grabs his comm and hops off the platform, as he turns on the camera, “Go on, sen’ika. Sing.”

“What? I can’t…if my parents-”

“The only person going to see this is me. And maybe some of my brothers.” Echo says, and then he winks, “Trust me, sen’ika. We’re experts at keeping secrets.”

She drops her gaze for a moment, and then, slowly, she nods. “Okay, Echo. You win.”

“I always do.” He replies smugly. “And then, tomorrow, we can go on a date.”

“...what?”

He just grins at her unrepentantly, “A date. You and me. We’ll get ice cream, it’ll be fun!”

“You don’t even know me.” She says, exasperated.

“Not yet, that’s what dating is for.” Echo grins, “Come on, sen’ika. Give an old clone a chance.”

“You’re hardly old.” She replies, before she crouches to start the music, “but, yeah. Okay. It does sound like fun.”

Echo’s grin widens, and he lifts his comm, “Come on, Sen’ika. Give me a show.”

#star wars #tcw #star wars au #arc trooper echo x reader #tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #gryffin industries au

[phoeebsbuffay]

Imagine Hayden Christensen warms your day up.

Warnings: none, light, short reading.

***

Here you are again. You have all that you want: a good job, good paycheck, but not a domestic stability. Your family, in spite of you being an adult woman capable of looking after yourself, keeps meddling in your life and always says things aimed to hurt you.

Who cares whether you are peaceful, gentle, good hearted? Who would remember the sacrifices done throughout these years to them? Should it really surprise anyone at all that you are trying to be unreachable?

You’ve had a huge fight with your grandparents. They are difficult to handle most of times, they don’t make your life easy… even if they don’t live with you anymore, but this weekend you paid them a visit and they hurt you badly.

Still under the effect of these old wounds, you opt to isolate yourself at home. It’s when Hayden comes at you. Your long time celebrity friend has been wondering why you haven’t been picking up his calls, wondering about your whereabouts.

On this Saturday, though, you are going to get a pleasantly surprise. Hayden decides to come to your apartment and check on you himself.

“Frankly, my dear Y/N, I do give a damn.”

Such are his thoughts when rewinding at the back of his mind the gleeful way you often lead your life, or how you helped him throughout his divorce, often there for him when you needed.

As Hayden prepares to drive all the way to meet you, he recollects the times you made him laugh when he was heartbroken due to a misunderstanding that led his ex wife ask for divorce; or even before, when you cheered him up after the critics he got in “Revenge of the Sith”.

Your closest friend also remembers when you encouraged him to take back the role of Anakin Skywalked/Darth Vader, ever the enthusiast about “Star Wars.”

(“Seriously, H. No one does the Darth Vader thing better than you”, you told him then.

“I do not feel so inclined… I mean, don’t take me wrong but…”

“I will not, I will take you by Force.”)

A joke that brought him to laughters then….and makes him smile now. But for a while he could tell you’ve not been the same. There was sadness in your eyes, exhaustion showing in how you sighed… your smile faltered often, and he could tell you haven’t been yourself lately. Whenever he tried to inquire, you shooed him away.

Once this upset him, now he knows he should have never given you up—because you never quit him.

Now here he is, anxious to check on you. He doesn’t care whether you are sick or not, he’s going to be with you, to spend weekend with you.

Hayden Christensen is going to look after you… because he also comes to realize he came to love you.

***

Unbeknownst about it, you follow your routine. You have just taken a shower, so your hair is wet and you are dressing a black “Darth Vader” blouse and jeans shorts. You are about to have ice cream for lunch when the doorbell rings.

“Who the hell is here?”, you ask yourself out loud, not in the mood for interaction.

But every moaning dies when opening the door and seeing Hayden Christensen with a grave look on his face.

“Hayden!”, you exclaim, rather shocked for his unexpected visit. “What are you doing here?”

“We haven’t talked during these past four days. It is very atypical of you to go off like this”, says he, engulfing you in an embrace that makes you mewl deep inside. “I missed you, Y/Nickname.”

This isn’t how you expect to be greeted by a friend. When his strong arms engulf your petite frame in a warm embrace, your heart races and your mind goes blank. When breathing in his scent, your body chemistry is affected—an unfamiliar warmth clings onto your feminine parts in a way that has never affected you before. At least not where your friendship has been concerned.

Which makes you realize that there’s always been that question which you promptly avoided to ask: is friendship enough for you?

Sweeping away such thoughts, you rather focus in the delight his presence gives you.

“Well?”, says he, impatiently so when both of you reluctantly part of the other. “What’s your excuse?”

“I wasn’t being myself lately”, you admit, aware how pointless it would be to lie to him, not after his surprising visit. “I was just…”

You sigh before updating him about the recent events. You detest how family businesses affect you, and so suddenly you find yourself sitting in the couch with him by your side as you burst into tears.

This time roles are reversed and Hayden consoles you, not only patting your shoulders, but actually listening to what you have to say. And then he plays with your hair, delicately so, before making you look at him.

He can tell you are a mess, but this fragility you often kept to yourself. Thus it is meaningful how open you are to him, like he has been to yourself.

Indeed, what you two have is rare.

“You don’t have to shy away from me”, he helps wiping away your tears. “Come on, you have no right, not when you saw me at my worst.”

You have no right to protest it, your conscience already admonishes you for any attempt in doing it. So you nod your head and lean it against his shoulder, melting in his strong arms.

“I apologize for being proud”, you sigh heavily, feeling like he’s your home and he is, you know it. “I did not wish to trouble you.”

Hayden scoffs at your lame excuse and you chuckle at the sound of it. He’s not ready to admit it yet but when he lowers his gaze to meet yours, his heart stops lightly.

Oh.

“For the love of God, woman, when have you ever troubled me?! If you have, I would’ve told you somehow.” Pleased to make you smile, he adds: “I am staying this weekend.”

“Hayden!”, you blush, the first evidence of something that gives him hopes that perhaps his fondness is not entirely one side.

“What? You looked after me, now I should return the favour”, says he as a matter of factly. “I am not taking any no as answers.”

You don’t protest, specially because it does feel good to be finally looked after at least once. You are the one who tends others and always try to be strong.

As you nod, you delegate Hayden the control that used to be yours.

“What happened?”, he inquires as you two sit in the couch.

As he plays with your hair and you get comfortable with his presence in more than friendly acceptable ways, you tell him about your recent emotional distress.

He listens.

Attentively so.

And then… he lifts your chin, seeing sadness in these pretty y/c eyes of yours. His long fingers hold you still and you are paralyzed, mesmerized by how he denudes your soul.

Never before you felt so exposed.

Never before you felt… seen.

Understood.

“I need to apologize”, says he, breaking the spell, though he doesn’t let go of you for a moment.

“What for?”, so you question him, confused. “You’ve never done any wrongs to me, Hayden.”

“I’m afraid I have”, Hayden sighs before parting the gaze just to dive again in you. “I took more than enough time to realize I love you. I think I was afraid to admit it concerning all I’ve been through, as had you, but I cannot look away.”

You are shocked by his words and, as a result, your mind goes blank. Hayden waits as you process it, partly fearful for being misled into think you feel the same.

His heart starts to race faster when you lean into him with a sweet smile on your lips.

“You are my sunshine and you make me happy when skies are grey”, you translate your thoughts in such a famous lyric before holding him near and kissing him gently.

Every doubt dies at this very moment, when peace moves away the last reminiscences of a long lasting storm.

So there you two remain, locking lips, locking hands with interwoven hearts.

#star wars #star wars imagine #Hayden Christensen #hayden christensen x y/n #Hayden Christensen x female reader

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

How does Yves react to jealousy? Wether it is him being jealous or his s/o being jealous…. Cause I mean Yves must have his share fair of admirers

tw: cheating mentions

Part 1/2

It depends on how the relationship between the two of you is defined. He knows he has no right to feel jealous if the two of you haven't officially met or you still see him as an acquaintance. Yves won't stop you from dating others, as long as you're not doing that while in a romantic relationship with him. Because that means you would be breaking the boundaries and promises established, there are close to none if you haven't consented to be his partner.

He knows you more than enough to predict if you want him as your husband or a lifelong platonic companion. There are vastly different rules for either role:

If it's the former, polygamy is a no-go. He will lay his needs on the table on the very first day and the first thing on the list is that he is strictly monogamous, asking him to open up the relationship or for a threesome in the future will hurt him badly and is akin to cheating. Obviously, excessive physical contact with anyone else is considered infidelity, though he allows you to receive hugs and kisses from friends and family members that he trusts, and his trust is not easy to earn. No emotional cheating, he does not want you to have such an intimate connection with anyone else. Yves will express his disapproval if he catches you watching porn or gawking at attractive people on the internet, but he can fix that by making it subconsciously 'boring' for you.

He has no problem with you obsessing over fictional characters, Yves knows that they're not real and he sees them as mere toys for you to play with. He has major issues if you try to turn him into one of your fictitious crushes or your obsession has gotten so severe that it affects your life.

Whereas if you wish to remain friends, or something more special but within the realm of familial, Yves would not interfere if you're involved with someone else. Well, he wouldn't 'interfere' to a certain degree; he wouldn't beg you to leave them for him, he wouldn't try to tarnish their reputation in front of you, he wouldn't even cause a scene at your wedding no matter how much he wanted to shoot your spouse dead. Yves would just watch with an unreadable expression, elegantly crossing his legs and resting his palms on his lap. He would still do something behind the scenes if he thinks you're taking him for granted.

Before even dating your current partner, Yves will ensure that he is the person who is closest to you. He will be the one you would call if things go rough and the first one to know of any major changes in your life, good or bad. You would call him for advice on anything, from something as small as changing the wipers on your car to legal advice. Yves will be your safe space and no one can replace him, ever. Not your parents, your siblings, and definitely not your romantic partner.

You're most likely roommates with him, given the economy now. Living in a jarringly rich neighborhood with him. You feel out of place sometimes, because you're probably a university student struggling to get by or a salary worker living paycheck to paycheck. Yves is kind enough to offer you to stay at his place indefinitely with rent that you can afford.

Perhaps you have your own place, or you live with your parents instead. Or frustratingly, you live at your partner's.

Regardless of your sheltering situation, Yves will more likely act like a monster in law. Arriving uninvited, side-eyeing your spouse for not taking good care of you, every compliment about them is backhanded, bringing in meaningful gifts (i.e., flowers, groceries, freshly baked bread, dinner, food that you have been craving) to outshine your partner's goodwill of the day, subtle jabs that greatly bother your significant other but you don't see a problem with.

You would find yourself defending Yves despite his actions degrading your beloved's self-esteem.

The more serious the relationship, the colder he will be towards them. He will not be aggressively antagonistic, but there is an undeniable air around him that feels like spikes down your partner's throat. He is apathetic to temporary flings and one-night stands, though. Unless he knows they can cause grievous harm to you or carry a disease, Yves will work behind the scenes to eradicate them.

Your partner is afraid of him, and rightfully so. Yves warned him once that he would ruin everything they had if you ever got hurt, either due to direct abuse or negligence on their part. The way he delivered it sent a chill down their spine that they will never forget.

Hurting you includes breaking your heart; so your partner can't leave you without Yves skinning them alive. They can't change their behavior to forcefully make you leave them. God have mercy on them if they ever decide to cheat. Yet, they're subjected to constant terror from this man whom you call your friend if they stay. They're caught between a rock and a hard place. If they're just a regular person, they would have gone clinically insane and Yves takes this chance to wean you off them.

Thankfully though, most of them would be scared off by Yves during the dating phase or your standards became so high that you won't bother losing sleep over another person.

There is an interesting outcome if you happen to be with another Yandere. Again, it depends on their personality.

If they're one of those careless fools who keep you captive, kill your loved ones, and only care about their needs, not your happiness; they're dying of "natural causes" as soon as possible.

Those who are Yves wannabes that stalk you and steal your underwear irks him. He appreciates that they share somewhat similar flavors of love for you, but they are pathetic. They think they know you, but they're not even close to scratching the surface. It's laughable as they try to threaten him behind your back, all Yves would do is stare through them. Ten times out of ten, they would back down out of fear, because they could feel the eldritch horrors writhing under his calm facade.

Pathetic, so pathetic. Yves knows a thousand guaranteed ways he could make them disappear by lunch without any lasting consequence, yet his cheap imitation doesn't even know where Yves is at any given time. They can't even tell that Yves is standing next to them at the bus stop, he just puts his hair in a different hairdo and tries a new makeup look. How are they going to protect you if they're this stupid?

He wouldn't off them immediately though, as long as they're relatively harmless and you're happy, he will let them be.

If it's a rich one with non-negligible influential powers, Yves would keep a closer eye on the both of you. They're certainly a lot more dangerous than the first two, but nowhere near as bad as him. It annoys him that your spouse took up a sizable chunk of his library, but it was necessary to find all their weak points and predict the trend of their behavior. They might have an inkling of who Yves is, but he is still an enigma, the information they have on him is either insufficient or false. They're just as blind as everyone else and Yves always have the upper hand.

They generally wouldn't back down threatening him, though. They think they have their finger wrapped around the world just because of their wealth and connections. Yves was young once, he knows how arrogance flows through the blood of the youth. And so did prideful ignorance.

He would let them think they're winning, their immense big boy/big girl powers are sending Yves running with his tail tucked between his legs. Then, when they least expect it, Yves will scare the crap out of them through various methods. Leaving clear-cut evidence that the entirety of their party is actually working for him, having career and life-ending pieces of information, or simply bypassing all his security and meeting them in their so-called surveillance room.

They would find that all their firearms were unloaded and emergency protocols non-functional. Even the ones that no one else but your spouse knows. Yves knows how to fight, he scoffs at their setup for being so primitive. He would even be offended that your spouse couldn't get your information right.

He would dish out the most ego-wrecking insults while gracefully blocking and dodging their attacks, pointing out their incompetence at gathering data.

Yves would let your spouse exhaust themselves to unconsciousness, deriding them for their terrible physique. Then, he would leave, putting everything together back to normal. He left no trace of him ever being there as if your spouse hallucinated the entire encounter. But they definitely didn't.

He successfully sent a message that he wasn't to be underestimated. They have no idea who they're up against and he will be diplomatic only if they stay in their lane, take good care of you, and make you happy.

However, meeting someone exactly like him, though;

It would be ugly at first. Both Yves and his clone will act a bit more erratic than usual, it can go unnoticed by the untrained eye, but between these two giants? It's war. It's their first time meeting each other's match and their first time losing control over the situation.

They would revert to their default answer to anything threatening their ability to puppet reality: elimination. But both of them are too strong to defeat, so they're stuck in this twisted tango.

Yves couldn't find anything on this person. Even if he did, he knew that the information was a decoy to throw him off his trail, are they even a person? Likewise for your (soon-to-be) spouse, who the hell is Yves? Why has their expertise failed them now? How can it be possible that both of them have the same magnitude of verified information on you, yet neither of them knew about each other until you introduced them?

They both can't believe that they misled each other, making your spouse waste precious data space on your close friend that was entirely fabricated, Yves filling up your spouse's section of the library with a random person whom you never even met.

It's a Mexican Standoff between the two. Upon their "first" meeting with you, all they did was glare daggers at each other while they also suspiciously eyed their drink 'prepared' by you. In the end, neither one had their drink go remotely near their lips.

Until they simultaneously had the idea to lovingly send you off somewhere, maybe asking you to help your partner check on the pie that has been baking in the oven downstairs, fetching Yves a fresh cup of tea, leaving the two intelligence-gathering behemoths alone. Yves's lower eyelid would twitch once when he witnessed them placing an appreciative kiss on your forehead.

They don't mince their words. Telling exactly what they thought of each other, they're not kind thoughts. Once that is out of the way, they acknowledge that they're each other's formidable opponents.

They discuss some more and come to the conclusion that they can't take each other down without somehow unintentionally hurting you in the process. Yves's and your partner's tense shoulders would relax a bit when they realize that their ultimate goal is your joy in living. Trying to eradicate each other is not an efficient or smart use of their resources and your happiness is mutually exclusive to the disappearance of either figure.

Hence, the most logically sound decision was made. It was to work together. Every second spent having to interact in your best interest was agony to either side. However, they cannot deny the immense respect they have for each other despite needing to take some sort of sedative prior to meeting, to prevent accidental strangulations out of fury.

You would be in the dark about what goes on out of your sights. However, you would notice how Yves and your partner are stuck to you even more now. Yves's unannounced presence would be much more prevalent and your partner seems to be clingier than before.

Other than that, life would go on. You have two very scary dogs following you around. You are the world's safest person.

[Part 2]

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc yves

[strayheartless]

To your Mountain Kid/Jungle Kid HC, I bet Zack and Cloud bond over not being such nErDs as AGS (affectionately).

Genesis' parents probably raised him on the classics, emphasizing education and achievement over everything.

Gillian was a whole Shinra scientist, and probably raised Angeal with all the knowledge she could provide, because education is often vital to escaping poverty. And because she's a nerd.

Sephiroth "Lab Experiment" Crescent...no further commentary needed.

Any funny scenes of ZC vs the AGS nerds?

❤️

Cloud and Zack Bond over superstitions that are somewhat similar between Gongaga and Nibelhiem. They find out that both Villiages have similar superstitions surrounding Shoes. In Gongaga its bad luck to put new Shoes on the table; while in Nibelhiem its Bad luck to leave shoe's on the table and extra bad luck if one of them falls off the table.

They also bond over the Cryptids that live in their respective woods, and AGS are forever horrified when Cloud goes into great detail about the Nibelhiem not-possom, which is infinatly more fucked up than anything they have ever heard. Zack then tells them about the Gongaga Frog man and its game over, no one can sleep.

Cloud once cussed Angeal out for stiring a pot anti clockwise. He then proceeded to tap every potato against the side board until Angeal saked him why and Cloud looked at him like he'd lost dang his mind as he replied "does Banora not have Potato mites??"... Angeal then goes on a three day Moogle rabbit hole to find out what the hell potato mites are and why Nibelhiem is effected by them so badly.

Cloud and Zack once had a fight with Sephiroth over the scientific likelyhood of world events being predicted by sparrow/parrot bones. It got so heated Zack (not Cloud) threw a lightning spell at his head. They are no longer allowed to apply science to country boy religious practices.

Cloud once slapped Genesis square in the face for rocking an empty rocking chair.

While on mission in Modaohiem during their first few weeks as mentor and student, Angeal started whistling in the dark, and Zack nearl had ten blue fits on him.

Angeal grew up never wasting food, but he has to sit and marvel at how far Cloud takes 'waste not, want not' as a mantra. It's round about the time that Cloud not only makes soup, but also makes fertiliser for Angeals plants that Angeal realises he knows nothing.

Sephiroth nearly lost his mind when he found out that both Zack and Cloud take their paychecks in hard cash and don't trust the banks. Like he legitimately couldn't fathom why they wouldn't have bank accounts, or debit cards.

Genesis thought he knew everything there was to know about ancient literature, But Cloud and Zack both know word of mouth Stories that he has NEVER heard before and has been told on pain of death that if he writes them down, no one will ever find his body.

Sephiroth is pretty no nonsense about most of the boys superstitions, but even he has to admit that when it comes to weather prediction on missions, Cloud is usually right.

There was one very memorable time in Nibelhiem, when They all got sent out for mushrooms for dinner, and Angeal 'plant expert' Hewely swore blind he knew the differences between mushrooms, only to have Cloud save him three seperate times from eating death caps.

Cloud once threw Salt in Sephiroths face after he heared he'd been down to the old train yard (you know the one with the ghosts).

Genesis met Claudia strife while on mission in Nibelhiem once and she thought he was a Cryptid trying to lure her into the woods. she slapped him. why do people keep slapping him?!

#ffvii #cloud strife #crisis core #zack fair #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #sephiroth crescent #mountain kid cloud #jungle kid Zack

[voltfruits]

I dunno if u will answer this. But i want to know about your sunburn take(this is definitely not an excuse to gather some inspiration)

i'm always happy to talk about sunburn!! i'm not sure exactly what you're asking for.. like my general thoughts on the ship? headcanons? idea of what their dynamic is like? i'll do my best to get my general thoughts out, but feel free to let me know if there's other stuff you want me to add :))

i think the main appeal of Sunburn for me is that they're both mentally unwell together while also having complementary personalities that help the other partner better manage their mental illness. they're both weird loser outcasts who have issues with intimacy and emotions, but Sunny is patient and attentive with Aubrey and helps her stay calm, and Aubrey keeps Sunny grounded in the real world and gives him the strength take care of himself. so you get a healthy dose of "this couple fucks everything up together" which is fun and relatable, but it also gives you so much room to explore them growing and healing together.

i think Aubrey would try really hard to stay in touch with Sunny after the true ending, even though she's upset with him for a while. she train-hops into the city late in the summer just to see him and work out some messy post-Truth emotions, and then they stay in touch through email during the school year. Sunny's old childhood crush reawakens itself very fast now that Aubrey's showing so much care for him—actually, I'd argue that the crush never really went away.

Sunny comes back to visit sometimes, too. and when he does, he and Aubrey will always sit on the swings together and talk, just like old times. i think a lot about the game's implications of the swingset being a big heart-to-heart spot for them. it's only a short time before their conversations start to feel free and natural again. they just get each other.

after Aubrey graduates high school, she moves into the city where Sunny lives and gets a job in construction/freelance handywoman stuff. Sunny still lives with his mom, and he's studying for his GED and making a little money as a freelance illustrator on the side. they spend a lot more time together, Aubrey takes Sunny out on bike rides and reminds him to take his meds, and Sunny and his mom have Aubrey over for dinner several nights a week (she's definitely living paycheck to paycheck at this point, sadly, she needs all the help she can get 😔). and this is around the time where Aubrey starts to fall for Sunny in return. she sees how much he's growing into his own person and coming out of his shell, and how badly he wants to be there for her and help her out.

in the years that follow, Aubrey and Sunny finally work through their feelings and start dating, Aubrey goes to trade school and starts working as an electrician or auto mechanic (better job, better money!), and she and Sunny get their own apartment together, and a cat :) adulting is hard for them at first! dinners are burned, bathrooms are flooded, rent deadlines are nearly missed. but they have a hell of a time, and they have each other, and they survive and then thrive. at some point i will write a fic that explores all this is fuller detail. but that's the general gist.

as to what their general endgame dynamic is like: they're both pretty quiet and subtle people in demeanor/appearance, but they're a little wild on the inside. Aubrey's hair is back to black with a single pink streak, and she has a love of leather jackets and earrings and tattoos; Sunny's evolved into a sort of tasteful goth/dark academia aesthetic. they both like listening and observing more than talking. they both keep a lot journals and talk about deep meaning-of-life shit. they do tons of parallel play, and parallel work. Sunny talks more than he used to, but he can be spacey and shy sometimes, which makes Aubrey very protective of him. she's mellowed out, but she can still get a little fiery when she thinks someone's giving Sunny a hard time. they're not overly showy with PDA, but they're almost always holding hands. and they can both understand how the other is feeling without needing to exchange a word.

i also think that Sunny and Aubrey both like being artsy together :) Sunny is an illustrator by trade, but Aubrey also likes to draw and paint with him. and she casually plays guitar, and Sunny does a little music production stuff here and there.

lastly, even in timelines where they don't end up dating each other, i think Aubrey is also the first person Sunny goes to when he's confused about his gender and/or sexuality. if the mystery potion is any indication, he's definitely thought about being a girl to some degree, or being something in between. so at some point after Aubrey moves to the city, they're up late one night talking, and Sunny admits that he wishes he was a girl sometimes, but not all the time? and Aubrey is the only girl he's really close with so he figures it's best to get her opinion. and it takes many more years before Sunny actually puts a label on how he feels (probably genderfluid), but Aubrey is there with him every step of the way (she's an active participant in the city's punk/queer subculture so she's very accepting!!!).

so yeah. that's some of my sunburn word vomit. i love them endlessly, in case u can't tell :')

#volt answers #rayn1lazd #omori #omori headcanons #omori sunburn #i love them.... augh 🥺

[cherryblossomsandhydrangeas]

Sk8 Rewatch Ep7

I’m pretty sure that if Ainosuke and Kiriko were regular citizens and they saw each other on the streets they’d start swinging on one another. That’s the level of hate they have for each other, and I can dig it.

Nanako is such a good fucking mom man.

Love how Cherry didn’t have to tell Carla to ram Joe’s ankle, she just does it. MLM/AI Hostility.

Cherry really is our walking Sports Pocedex. I love that fucking nerd.

Ohh, Reki baby. 😢😢😢

“Who’s that red head who always hangs out with Snow?” “Hes just some small fry, no need to learn his name.” Your fucking King/God Adam himself praised him for being “better than expected”, give him some fucking respect.

I have so many thoughts about Ainosuke’s aunts. Like why aren’t any of them married? Wouldn’t three daughters make for at least two political marriages? All three of them don’t need to be home to torture the heir to the family. Do they have jobs, or do they just sit at home all day creating tasks so that Ainosuke and the servants can do all the work? So, so, so many questions.

Hmm, I wonder if Cherry noticed that Langa was trying to go into the zone. Cause he’s not surprised or scared to see him going to fast. He just goes “that kid”.

You have no idea how badly I wish that parachute malfunctioned.

Love how Hiromi practically confesses to his boss, and she neither turns him down or comments on it at all.

Adam [Ep5]: Cherry and Joe betrayed me. Cherry [Seven years ago]: Hey, what’s going on with you? Can you tell me what’s wrong? Why are skating like this? Please, tell us what wrong.

I mean, Joe baby, I know how symbolic skating is for you, Adam, and Cherry, but you don’t really need to win the beef for you knock Adam’s lights out. Just punch him, not like he doesn’t deserve it.

I feel so bad for the Shindo’s servants man, imagine living on these people’s property and having to serve them. I think I’d delete myself.

The “I have no opinions” scene is the epitome of why I will never, ever ship Tadaai. Tadashi is the person with the LEAST amount of power in it, but it poses the scene as if Adam was the only one truly wronged. Yes, Ainosuke is allowed to be upset that his board was burned. It’s literally his gateway into his only coping mechanism, but it’s not Tadashi’s fault and he can’t be blamed for not telling Aiichiro off. Like, what is Tadashi supposed to do? Snap at his boss, the person who not only signs his paycheck and owns the property where Tadashi lives, but the same goes for the rest of Tadashi’s family. His father, mother, cousins, his entire family serve the Shindos. Do you really want to take the chance and ruin their lives. Like, if the Shindos beat their own flesh and blood, what do you think they’re doing to their servants? And it’s not as if Ainosuke doesn’t know this. Hell, it’s reason why he brings up it all the time. He knows Tadashi has no power, not now when he tells him to take the blame for his crimes, and not seven years ago against his father.

Not my babies, nooo!!! 🥺😢😭

I HATE THESE FUCKING PALM TREES!!!

#sk8 rewatch #sk8 reki #sk8 langa #sk8 cherry blossom #sk8 joe #sk8 ad*m #sk8 the infinity #sk8 #sk8 shadow #sk8 tadashi #sk8 nanako

[yisony07]

A masked change

(Thanks to @thesantorias94 for the green face pics in this story)

Phillipe kicked the can he saw under his feet before taking the next step. He had never felt more miserable all year: he was fired from his job and he couldn't pay the month's rent, so now he had a debt due the next day that he didn't know how to pay; the least he wanted was to be homeless. He wanted so badly to cry at that moment, but what could he do? It's not like he has more options, does he?

It was sunset, with the orange sky and the clouds with a beautiful blush that contrasted with Phillipe's feelings. After looking at the sky, he remembered what had happened a few hours ago...

Phillipe was finishing editing the document reports on his desk. He worked as fast as he could. His dark circles were marked and his clothes were a bit wrinkled. He had endured the laughter behind his back from his colleagues and ignored him in order to do his job well, or so he thought.

"Mr. Lovell, come to my office" Philippe heard through the speakers on his floor.

"Oh fuck…" he whispered nervously. Why was his boss calling him before he even finished? Slowly he walked to his boss's office and opened the door as slowly as he could. "Did you call me Mr. Rogers?" he asked him, keeping a cordial tone.

"Sit down" the boss said and waited for Phillipe to take a seat. "Mr. Lovell, we've been experiencing some changes in the company. Some down, some up…" he began to explain. "... And from some discussions with the HR manager, the decision has been made that you are no longer needed here... You are fired."

"What?!"  Philipe felt his world falling apart. "Y-you can't kick me out, I…"

"I've already done it". The boss reached into his drawers and pulled out a white envelope, which he handed over. "Here's the money you've worked on since your last paycheck, you may go."

"Okay…" Phillipe swallowed his emotions to avoid making an embarrassing scene. "Thank you for the opportunity to allow me to work here."

He left the office and went to his cubicle, collected his things and, without explanation, left the place to the apartment where he lived.  When he arrived, he met the collector at his door… why would he be there if he knew of his working hours?  Did you know he was going to be fired or what?

"Good afternoon, Mr. Adams, what are you doing here?" Philippe asked.

"Oh, Mr. Lovell, according to my accounts, you're behind on your monthly payment and I can't wait any longer for you to 'finish your personal business', do you understand?"  Adams replied with his sheets in hand.  "You must pay me, or else I'm afraid I'll have to kick you out."

"You too…" Philippe whispered, holding his feelings even more. "Here's an advance, please, Mr. Adams, give me some more time, I just got fired today…"

"I can't, you haven't paid for more than the stipulated time…" Adams took the envelope that Phillipe was carrying.  He took out the money and counted it.  "This will ease your debt a bit, but know that your days are numbered; I'll come back at night… Have a good day, Mr. Lovell." With those words, Mr. Adams left, leaving Phillipe even more uncertain about his future...

At that moment he passed by a clothing store and could not help but see himself reflected. His tight wardrobe was small in comparison to his underworked body.

"If it was more beautiful... Maybe I could charge for... What am I thinking?!" he shook his head and kept walking, burning his neurons to know how to get the money. He didn't know what had happened, or how long, but he snapped back to reality when he tripped over something.

"Ouch… Ouch… Ouch…" Phillipe thought he had bumped into a branch, but instead he found a box.

On the box was a small note: This is worth millions to whoever finds it and uses it wisely.

A sense of doubt washed over Philippe. A few stubborn tears spilled out of his face, which Phillipe tried to wipe away. He took the box and, lost in the future, returned to his house. On the way he bumped into anyone, and when he got back to his apartment, went to his room, took off some clothes for his own comfort, sat on the bed, opened the box… and there was a mask on it.

For some reason, Philippe felt that all hope had been shattered for him.

Out of frustration, he grabbed the mask and threw it hard, not looking where. He didn't count on the mask hitting the wall and bouncing around the room.

"What the heck…?!" Phillipe was confused because the mask was able to bounce off the walls and, between them, he collided with his face, and by inertia he fell on his back. He felt like a lot of pins were stuck into his skin. The mask seemed to have come to life… it wanted to invade his face!  Phillipe tried to pull, but the mask refused to be pulled away.

If he was already in emotional pain from what had happened, the physical pain made it all worse. Tears were pouring out of his eyes. HE HAD ALREADY BEEN FIRED, SOON HE WOULD BE THROWN OUT OF HOME, AND NOW A MASK WANTED TO MAKE WHO KNOWS WHAT IN HIS HEAD of him! Phillipe was fed up, but now he just wanted to get that monster off of him. The mask joined closer and closer, mercilessly digging its woody consistency into his skin. Phillipe was doing his best to remove the object.

Why did the mask insist on being on his face? Phillipe tugged and tugged, but he noticed that the mask, which seemed to have some intelligence, created more tendrils that slipped through Phillipe's hands and clung to his head. In fact, Phillipe thought the mask was getting something into his blood vessels. With each contact, Philippe felt weak, but his willpower enabled him to endure the battle. At least he was trying to get up, though he didn't know if that helped or made it worse. He felt how the mask created tentacles with which it hit his hands, and thus the mask took advantage to win the battle.

With each movement, the mask caused exaggerated movements in Phillipe's head. To one side, to the other, as if he were adjusting himself abruptly and disconcerting poor Phillipe. He tried to pull some more, but the mask went with everything.

Phillipe tried to pull until in his mind he remembered what happened that day. Why did he continue then? Maybe the mask was going to finish him off and let him rest. In that second, Phillipe loosened his hold on him. Phillipe… in the end he just gave up.

Between tears and painful stabs he allowed the mask to continue and it ended up covering his entire head. The mask met at the back of his head, squeezing and conforming to his facial features. For a moment, Phillipe wanted to back away and pulled at the orifices to try to get it off.

And since he couldn't, he only scratched the mask, which glowed and began to emanate a greenish gas that slowly covered the room.

Phillipe didn't know what would become of his fate… he didn't know what was going to happen to him, to his life… And with a jerk, he felt everything around him go dark, and he passed out.  The mask pulled him to one side, and his body began to spin in a choking tornado that went through the room, disordering and altering it.

It took a full minute for the tornado to stop spinning.  The greenish smoke that had formed around it began to dissipate, revealing a figure in the center.

"Flaming!" he said ecstatically. He went to a nearby mirror and completely admired himself. "A hot hunk for this cold night… it's time for me to take care of this… get ready for Philippe… no, Blowjippe."  He took out of his pockets some glasses with a radar that on the side said the inscription: detector of lonely horny men. "Ready for the hunt." And he bolted out into the street.

The full moon shone in all its splendor. The only thing that people could see was a greenish gust that altered around them. Blowjippe felt the glasses point in one direction, which he went.  It was a room occupied by a naked man between the sheets.  Blowjippe entered and approached him with a lascivious smile.

Who would resist such a green-faced man? Blowjippe invaded the place with a greenish smoke that reached the man's nostrils, and explained his purpose: money in exchange for 'services'. The man took out some bills and placed them inside Blowjippe's underwear and he extended his tongue towards that penis covered under the sheets...

After finishing with him, Blowjippe went to another house, where the man in question was just resting in his bed after dinner, and was surprised at this sudden intrusion.

"What the hell?!" he questioned seeing Blowjippe before him.

"Nothing, I just see a tremendous man who may have…" Blowjippe walked towards him. The man was restless, but there was something about Blowjippe that kept him from moving. Blowjippe pushed him gently and gave him a sloppy kiss that the man instantly responded to, being invaded by the greenish smoke.

 It took a minute between tongue games before they parted. "... affective deficiencies, and in exchange for billets, I could solve them".

The man looked at him dumbfounded. "How much do you want?"

"It's up to you, how much do you want me to do for you?" Blowjippe answered, watching him with his reddish, bright eyes. The man went to a drawer and took out a few bills, which Blowjippe put in a bag (along with the previous bills). "As you wish". And he continued with the kisses.

Blowjippe felt liberated, different, and he consummated those feelings with this client. Tons of cum doused the floor, and the client ended up completely drained. Then he jumped out the window and went looking for another quarry… client, and found him in a rather fancy house.

The man in question was heading to the backyard. He was almost naked and would take advantage of the cold and quiet night under the light of a full moon to enjoy a relaxing night after a hard day's work. He calmly opened the glass door, and going to the pool, he found Blowjippe floating above the pool.

"Who the hell are you?!"  asked that man upon seeing him.

"Greetings, sir, it comes to my attention that someone needs my services" Blowjippe walked on the water. He approached the man, filling him with the scent and proceeded to amuse him.

Some time later, Blowjippe carried a bag with coins and bills. "That will be enough for today" and satisfied, while he laughed like crazy, he headed towards his apartment.

"Well, let's see what Mr. Lovell has to say to me" exclaimed Mr. Adams walking up the stairs to Philippe's apartment. Floor one… floor two… And when he reached the third floor, he found Blowjippe posing there before him.

"So the collector has decided to come to me" said Blowjippe taking out some bills. In a heartbeat he was up behind Mr. Adams. "Here's my paycheck, payable to Phillipe Lovell, how about you stop screwing around about the debt and go easy on him this time?" he commented while throwing the bills at him. With hands out of nowhere he filled out the proper receipts, put them away, and threw Mr. Adams off screen. "The trash was taken out successfully," he said, wiping his hands, and with a jerk, he was back on his bed.

 "Yes it was worth millions" Phillipe said clearly satisfied, seeing the mask sitting next to him.  Was it her idea, or was the corner of his orifice smiling?  "I think I got a new job, a new life... It was really a change in disguise."

#loki mask transformation #he-mask #the mask #themask #the mask transformation #male transformation #male tf #gay #gay transformation

[ciaossu-imagines]

So, for day 17 of the event, I used Pragma #5 from prompt 1 for Tou Handa from The Vampire Dies in No Time! It’s a new fandom that I’m writing for here on the blog and I hope any fans of the series will enjoy 😊

What importance or value does the character attach to marriage?

I think Handa does definitely plan on getting married in his future. It’s not something he wants to do right away; even dating isn’t high on his current priority list, where his career, his mother, and taking down Ronaldo are his primary goals and priorities. Once he does start to date though, I do think he’d be someone who only has occasional hook-ups, but largely dates with the end goal of it all being marriage. However, I don’t think that the importance he places on marriages is something that is a personal and deeply felt conviction of his own, but rather something he wants to do to please his mother, who has hinted that she looks forward to having a child-in-law and future grandchildren.

Do they believe that it is important to make a public statement of commitment to another person (or persons)?

Because the person Tou marries will gain not only the Handa name but become someone important for not just him, but for his darling mother, he views the act of marrying them into his family to be a huge public statement. He’s very finicky about who he lets close to him, and that’s just in terms of friendship. He’s even more cautious, almost paranoid, of who he introduces to his family, so for him to be making someone a part of that family and to allow someone so intimately and completely into his life, to him it will signify his high level of trust and respect for that person. In Handa’s mind, marrying someone is tantamount to saying ‘yes, this person is the worthiest person I could ever find; this is a truly good person who makes my life better, almost lives up to the glory that is my mother, and is someone worthy of my love and respect and who is going to help me carry on the Handa name.’

Or are they more concerned about inheritance rights and security for their family?

I do not think inheritances or money really factor into Handa’s considerations for marriage. Not only are we living in modern times, where such things aren’t as big a deal, but Handa will have his own life financially very secure before he considers marriage, and I don’t see him marrying someone who is terrible at handling their own finances. He can be judgmental about a lot of things and financial literacy is one of them. He might splurge himself here and there, but he knows how to manage his money, budget, and manage to save every month. Someone who just throws their money around willy-nilly, who is broke at the end of every paycheck because of splurges or gambling or anything like that…Handa would never be able to get serious with someone like that. He will choose someone with the same values and opinions towards money as he has, and both their family and his family will be able to be supported without it needing to be a major contribution to thoughts of marriage. However, as mentioned above, Handa really only does consider marriage to be important to continue on his family and their lineage. His mother’s desire to see him married someday and to have children is a huge driving factor in why he would even want to get married, so the security of his family in that way is a major factor in his thoughts about marriage.

Or do they not see marriage as a necessary signifier of commitment and loyalty?

Handa does have a strong moral compass and his own code of honor. To him, marriage is most definitely a signal of commitment and loyalty to one another. He believes fully and means every marriage vow he takes, and he would never consider being disloyal to his family, which his new spouse is now a part of. He would rather die first. Cheating, talking badly about them behind their back, disrespecting them in any way? It’s just not something Handa could bring himself to do.

#unrequested prompts #the vampire dies in no time #kyuuketsuki sugu shinu #headcanons #handa tou #tou handa

[levmada]

au where zevi and the there's only one bed trope somehow coexist: 😌🤝😌

writing this filled by third zevi-shaped hole in my heart

Featuring detectives Zeke and Levi. Zeke gets injured on the job, their hotel room only came with one bed, and Levi has no clean laundry. He's pissed.

And in denial.

AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED (+ snuggling for warmth...)

wc: 2.5k

//vague descriptions of minor injury

Levi gets in the hotel room first with a hard shove to the door. It narrowly misses banging against the wall. "After that shit, this place better be spotless or Erwin's hearing from me."

For all Zeke's bitching about his injury on the cab ride here, he sounds perfectly fine when it's his duty to annoy Levi. "It's probably just the way you look. Don't take it so personally. I'm for one used to it."

They've been unraveling this case for a month now, and right on the cusp of catching the suspect, he slipped from their grasp after a wild chase through an open field. A field. Zeke got shoved into a bunch of barbed wire and Levi can still smell cow shit, on top of the conversation with the bitchy receptionist when they checked in.

Levi doesn't think his mood can get any worse before he takes a look at the room. There's only one king-sized bed.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Levi seethes.

Zeke pushes the door shut, and by his silence, Zeke is looking where he's looking now. "...On the bright side, this is a minor inconvenience compared to everything else that happened today."

"Fuck off, you idiot," Levi spits bitterly, and drops his suitcase in front of the foot of the bed. He can't even tell who or what he's mad at, but he knows even while he's saying it that it isn't at Zeke. Zeke is standing carefully clear of Levi's fury with blood soaked through the arms of his coat.

Levi continues to mutter curses under his breath.

"I guess tea won't make it all feel better this time."

"Zeke—"

"I could use my people skills to get a different room," he says. Sounds like he's teasing, but Levi can tell he's serious.

Levi sighs heavily. He puts his hands on his hips and resists the urge to rub his temples. A headache is brewing behind his eyes. "Don't bother. It's fine."

"A lie if I've ever heard one," Zeke hums. He sits his suitcase down near Levi's.

"I can't believe you're fine with this."

"Compared to you, I'm an optimist." He steps beside him. "Where are you sleeping?"

Levi points at the chair. “Are your glasses broken? I’ll sleep there.”

“You?” Zeke blinks. “That’s no good for your back, but you’re the boss, boss.”

Zeke is agreeing with him, and yet it still feels like he’s making fun of him. It’s infuriating. Levi is definitely annoyed with him, as usual.

“I'm not your boss. And you have a wound you should be cleaning.”

At the reminder, a little of Zeke’s glee falls off his face. He shrugs off his coat, and turns for the bathroom. “It does hurt, I admit. Exactly right, Levi…”

They’ll only be here for the night, so while Zeke is cleaning up—not that he bothered to close the bathroom door—Levi unpacks his things sparingly. Also Zeke’s eyeglass cleaner and case on the bedside, so he doesn’t forget to clean them... or fall asleep with them on his face again. He’s no use if he can’t see, Levi rationalizes to himself.

The whole room needs a complete dusting… maybe some air freshener, it's stale-smelling, but Levi again reminds himself that this is just for one night. Next time, he’ll make sure they get a room actually fit for the both of them. His paycheck be damned. He's not in detective work for the money.

Water in the bathroom runs briefly, but only briefly. Zeke got fucked up on the barbed wire pretty badly, so, feeling curious, Levi walks over, and spies Zeke’s face in the mirror as he dabs a washcloth on the assortment of little wounds dotting his arms.

But he looks sparingly. Surely taking off his shirt is overkill considering the injuries, but that’s just Zeke.

“Questions or concerns?” Zeke quips.

Levi leans against the doorway. “Yeah. If you weren’t so reckless, maybe you’d live long enough to get a promotion.”

“A concern, then…” Zeke smiles. “I’m quite content where I am, but thank you for the concern, Levi. And here I thought you didn’t care about me.”

“Tch. It’s just my job.”

“You’re too kind. I’ll invite you to my 30th birthday party. It’ll be a rager. 30 is the new 20, after all.”

He’s so full of shit. Levi bites on a smirk. “Who told you that to make you feel better? Erwin? No one says ‘rager’ anymore.”

“My little brother, actually.”

He doesn’t have a remark for that. Levi has met Eren a few times, and every time he does, Levi doubts what he’s seen in movies with two brother characters, being raised an only child himself. It makes him wonder how different Zeke would be if he didn’t have someone to bounce all his stupid jokes off of. As a result, Zeke is never not at least slightly entertaining, even when he’s being impossible.

Zeke continues to clean his wounds, not from water using the sink, but a white bottle placed on the counter.

Levi charges into the bathroom and snags the rag out of Zeke’s hand, and drops it in the sink. As he grabs a new one, he says, “You idiot. Don’t use alcohol on an open wound; it dries it out and stops it from healing.”

Zeke looks down at himself curiously. “Oops.”

Zeke may be an idiot, but he isn’t stupid. Levi can’t help but suspect he messed up on purpose just to get under Levi’s skin. Either way, his proximity is distracting. He feels somehow embarrassed to look at him without a shirt on, even though they've been partners for years, and even before, when Levi was in charge of him.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you basic first aid?”

“No…? I don’t think that’s too common. Did yours not teach you to play nice with others?” Zeke tilts his head curiously and stares down at Levi. He blatantly ignores him, and pushes the wet rag to his chest. Honestly, Levi didn’t know that, but he’s not about to admit it. He avoids anther glimpse at Zeke’s bare chest and promptly leaves before he does, or says, something he’ll regret. Levi doesn’t know why he feels so fond of him when Zeke is this annoying. Why his stomach dropped for the half-second the suspect shoved Zeke into the barbed wire fence. If Levi were faster, he could’ve prevented that. He failed.

It’s not like Zeke isn’t his equal, either. They’ve been partners for a long time, but Levi just has a talent for this line of work, he guesses. That’s what he tells himself so it makes sense that he’s concerned about him.

While avoiding Zeke some more, he picks up ice from the machine down the hall, shivering in the cold even within the hotel. He should wear long sleeves if he wants any hope of sleeping tonight. He's still a little on-edge from that confrontation.

Back at their room, the door locks behind him with a click. The tin of ice goes on the long dresser that has the TV sat on top.

Zeke is fully clothed again, and wiping down the windowsill. Even using a micro-fiber cloth… that he must’ve stolen from Levi’s suitcase.

“You’re cleaning?” The surprise in Levi's tone is clear.

“I’m resigned to your neurotic tendencies these days.”

Levi approaches from behind, and elbows him aside. He slides his finger along the windowsill and squints. “For someone resigned to them, you sure are doing a good job…”

He looks a little serious. “Those worry lines are permanent. And besides... I learn from the best. When you yell at me for missing a spot.”

“I'm not worried,” he protests quietly. “You took a fall today. Go to bed.”

“Anything for you, boss,” Zeke sighs, sardonic as always, and strides to the bed. He sits down heavily, and yanks the sheets from their tuck. Sloppy.

Levi’s face feels warm. “I’m not your boss anymore.”

“Ah, see, but you seem to really enjoy ordering me around. Not that I’m complaining.”

“As long as you do what you’re told,” Levi replies, without thinking.

Zeke smiles at him. For the first time, Levi notices what he put on after unconsciously avoiding looking at his chest. The shirt he has on still reveals hints of his collarbones, and the top of his chest.

“Mostly,” he says.

That's that.

Only one lamp remains lit on Zeke’s bedside. The only other light glows from Levi’s computer screen as he catches up on emails and the news. He can’t be working all the time, though he tries.

His eyes grow heavy eventually. Although he knows sleep will be hard-fought no matter what, he glances at the clock in the corner of the screen and decides to get ready for bed.

It all goes well. Levi is silent, since Zeke sleeps lightly.

Until he rifles through his suitcase. He has no clean shirts left, and he’s close to shivering. Any laundromat around is going to be closed at this hour.

Should he wake Zeke up and ask to borrow a shirt? No, he immediately decides. Creepy. More fodder Zeke can use to make jokes at Levi's expense.

But Levi overestimates his own fortitude. He refuses to sleep in his sweaty shirt from that day covered in who knows how many and what germs, so the unforgiving wooden chair paints his back in a chill. He keeps thinking about how nonchalant Zeke was about the bed thing. How he made an effort to make Levi feel better about it. How he could tell that the barbed wire incident upset him. It’s hard to tell when Zeke is bullshitting and when he isn’t, but he likes to think he knows Zeke well enough to know.

Nonetheless, Levi will freeze to death before the night is out at this rate. The heater attached to far wall is doing nothing. As his teeth threaten to chatter, he grinds his jaw into dust and tightens his crossed arms. He can’t tell if what he’s thinking of doing is becoming more necessary, or more alluring with time. He can’t decide if he’s annoyed, or if these butterflies in his stomach are fluttering around for another reason.

Fuck.

Levi stands, and marches over to the bed. Zeke is a giant who also chose to sleep right in the middle. “Hey. Scoot over.”

He wakes swiftly, and blinks up at Levi disbelievingly. "Huh? Really?" He blinks again. "You're shirtless."

"So? Don't be an idiot. Unless you changed your mind from earlier," Levi adds. "I'm out of clean shirts."

"How... unfortunate." For once, Zeke looks totally out of his element. Levi doesn't know how he feels about that.

"So?"

Zeke peels the covers open and scoots over. Levi clambers into the bed, immediately warmed by the downy duvet. He tugs it up to his chin and stares ahead in determination to forget about Zeke's presence right behind him.

But then, the mattress shifts and squeaks again. Zeke is getting up. Levi is just about to snap at him just in case he thinks this means trading places (that chair is fucking miserable), but he climbs back in after the sound of his suitcase zipping.

Levi turns his head. Zeke's expression is utterly unreadable, but he's holding one of his shirts.

"...Do you want me to dress you too, or will you take it?"

"Tch." He snatches the shirt harsher than he meant, and sits up to pull it on. It's not that he's not thankful, just Zeke making him more embarrassed in addition to this whole situation.

It doesn't help that it's soft, or that as soon as Levi pulls it over his head he's hit by a wave of oily cologne, firs, Zeke smells. It's not unpleasant at all, but of course it's baggy. The sleeve of the shirt threatens to drop off his shoulder as soon as Levi shifts to lay back down.

"Hey... is that a scrape?"

Levi lays down facing away. "Is that why you're still staring at me? A dumb scrape? I get scrapes all the time," he says quickly. His cheeks are on fire.

There's a click, and the room is shrouded in darkness again. "It's a part of my job, as you said yourself, remember? To be fair... I care more about your wellbeing than you, but that isn't saying much."

Levi thinks Zeke is facing him from behind. A part of him wants to turn over, but it's easier to talk like this. "Determined to get that promotion, are you?"

"...I'm happy where I am. Listening skills, Levi."

"Fine," Levi huffs shortly. His stomach feels weightless. "Whatever, Beardy."

Levi senses it before Zeke touches the collar of the shirt that's slipped down to his bicep. Reflexively, Levi kicks him in the shin. He whips his head over his shoulder to look at his grimacing face in the dark—his blushing face.

"So cruel," Zeke scoffs.

"Well you can't—Don't... Don't just do that without telling me."

Silence.

“May I?"

Is he being serious? Is he? is all Levi can think. He barely hears himself say yes.

His palm is surprisingly warm, felt through even the thick fabric. Zeke has always ran hot, which might explain why he's so fond of taking off his shirt every chance he gets. Idiot. Stupid dumb idiot.

Levi grinds his teeth as he fixes the sleeve, and Zeke's touch disappears, but he shivers anyway. Surprisingly, no jokes. He respects the boundary of touch to almost a shy degree. It's a little endearing.

"Still cold?"

Levi can tell Zeke doesn't believe what he's asking. “...Maybe.”

Before Zeke can act, make another forced quip, or he himself can lose his bravery, Levi reaches over for his big hand and drags his arm around his middle.

Silence again. Zeke shuffles up close to his back, as warm as a damn furnace. He's big enough to lay his head on the pillow above Levi's own. The image of a bear pops into Levi's head. If he strains his senses, maybe he can feel Zeke's heart pounding at his back. Maybe Zeke can hear his own.

Levi's hand doesn't leave his wrist. He's still processing how nice this feels. Even Zeke isn't saying anything. He wonders if they're thinking the same thing.

"You're like a fucking board," Levi whispers. "Don't tell me we went through all this trouble for you to lay there all night."

Zeke's low voice rumbles from his chest. "Forgive me for being mindful of your boundaries. Or crossing one of your many lines."

Levi scoffs. “At this point, what lines?”

Zeke grows a little more tense, but relaxes in the span of moments. It goes unspoken, but they move at the same time, sliding their legs together. Levi instantly wants to point out that he's like... like a caveman or something else smart, but it doesn't appeal to him for once. Any idea of anything at all vanishes from his mind when Zeke's head shifts. He feels his lips in his hair.

"Sorry, I should've told you before I did that."

Levi blinks widely into the darkness. "...You get away with it this one time."

"I'm overjoyed," Zeke murmurs, fondly.

Levi chuckles slightly through his nose. He has a feeling, or no, an overwhelming confidence that it won't be just that one time.

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[ash-and-books]

Rating: 2/5

Book Blurb: A millionaire and a woman who thinks he's a house flipper are stuck living in a house together with a menagerie of rescue dogs as roommates, in this heartfelt romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Jaci Burton.

After her ex took all their money and bailed, Hazel Bristow is left broke and homeless. A kind friend whose home is on the market lets Hazel and her foster dogs stay there until it sells. It’s the perfect setup, until her friend forgets to tell Hazel she’s sold the house.

Linc Kennedy is shocked to find Hazel and her pups squatting in the house he just bought, but after some negotiating—she offers to cook amazing meals for him in return for a paycheck—he agrees to let her remain while he’s renovating the place. Linc tells Hazel he’s an investor who renovates homes for fun—he just leaves out the part about being wealthy.

Hazel’s intrigued by Linc. He’s funny, sweet, ridiculously hot, and loves dogs almost as much as she does. But her track record with men? Not great. She worries her trust meter isn’t in working order.

Linc’s never met anyone like the quirky beauty who puts everyone’s needs—human and canine—before her own. He didn’t tell her about his wealth because he’s been burned by women who only wanted him for his money. But with Hazel, he’s never felt more like himself. Now he has to figure out how to tell her the truth without losing her. Because Linc realizes what he feels for her isn't puppy love—it's true love.

Review:

He's a millionaire who flips houses and she fosters dogs after her ex stole her money, they both end up becoming roommates and possibly more. Hazel Bristow is broke and homeless after her ex took all their money and bailed. She's been staying at her friend's house while it's on the market and she's been fostering dogs as well. Her friends forget to tell her the house was sold... so when a strange guy appears she attacks him... only to find out he's the new owner of the house and he's here to flip it. Linc Kennedy is a millionaire who flips houses, after his last relationship ended badly because his girlfriend only wanted his money, he's been trying to avoid relationships and focus on his job... except on the first day of renovating his new property he meets Hazel and her dogs... Linc finds Hazel super attractive and feels bad that she's broke and homeless so he offers her an alternative, she can stay for free and in return he'll pay her to cook meals for him while he's renovating the place. Linc and Hazel begin falling for each other but he's kept the fact that he's a millionaire a secret. Will she be okay with his lies until now? This one for me was a bit of a miss because first of all: how the heck is Hazel fostering dogs and feeding them and herself if she's broke and homeless?? Also the romance between her and Linc is nonexistent, they really are just insta-lust and that's it. Also the third act break up just didn't really make sense, seriously?? I was hoping for a cute little rom com but it just felt immature and a bit lackluster. Overall, it just was a miss for me but if you enjoy wealthy guy x poor girl, roommates to lovers, then give this a go!

*Thanks Netgalley and Berkley Publishing Group, Berkley for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #housebroke

[taldigi]

I eagerly await the day we see Richard, Adoni, and maybe even the domino brothers' reactions when they realize just how badly they fucked up by teaming up with Null, cause let's be real Null is either going to erase them from existence or turn them into mindless monsters.

The tentative plot structure I have built is that Richard is unable to control his emotions properly, So he seeks to eliminate them entirely. By the time he gets to the point where he may have regrets, he has no emotions to back those up so he just keeps going. By the time the end of the story happens, he's basically a Zombie, except there is absolutely nothing driving him now and not even his basic needs are enough to motivate him to do things. (Cuz like... If you boil it down, the reason we seek out food is that we fear the pain of starvation. So what happens if you're unable to feel fear? Unable to react to pain?)

Adoni has been in on it since the beginning. She wants this as much as null does. Is she just obsessed? Is she a puppet? Who knows. I don't know her ultimate fate, but, one of my favorite fates for hawkmoth was that all of purified akuma come back and eat him alive. Death by a thousand cuts and all. I think that's a fitting end for her as well

The Dominos definitely nope out though. They were in it for the paycheck and This is way more messed up than they are willing to deal with.... And they can deal with a lot.

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

Man, you're so cool. I adore the way you ramble about Dr Who and ACGS, it makes me smile :) I hope your college financial situation gets sorted out soon! I'm so excited for you to be in a good place for you.

ohhhhh Robin, this is just the sweetest ask!!! thank you so much!!! I smiled so big when I opened tumblr during my lunchbreak today and saw this message ^-^ ^-^ ^-^ I'm so glad you get a smile out of my rambling!! sometimes I worry that it's annoying to people who might not know about the media it's based on, or that I should be thinking and talking about more relevant or meaningful things than stuff like DW and ACGAS... so it's really really nice to hear that's not the case, at least for you :) <3 <3

and thank you!! I'm hoping for the same!!! (and, fun fact, but I should have actually hit the halfway point for my projected savings goal today!! but since my boss forgot to put the hours for my paid vacation last week into the system, I got much much less money on my paycheck than I should've :') but it's all going to be ok, I've already spoken to him about it and he's going to submit the proper forms and get everything cleared up and the money I'm missing will get to me somehow. and when it does, it'll go straight into my college fund.)

(I'm putting the rest of this post under a break now, because I started typing and then accidentally vomited up a whole entire spiel about my complicated emotions towards college stuff, and no one wants that cluttering up their dash lolllll) (cw for emotional turmoil and general complaining/bellyaching/worrying/stressing about the future)

tbh, every time I talk about my college situation, I feel guilty. because when I step back and look at everything, I really am in such a sweet spot right now. I live at home with my family, which is (mostly) a fantastic situation--I get to eat my mom's cooking and hang out with my siblings all the time, which is great. I get to basically always bring my lunch to work (and it's usually leftovers of my mom's cooking) while my coworkers have to rush to buy something from a fast food place and swallow it down before our break is over. my family dynamic could be so much worse than it is. we attend a really sweet little church whose congregation has been so kind and welcoming to us (even if the style of the worship and teaching isn't quite what I'd like to find for myself someday). I have my own cosy little bedroom and all my books and my car and knitting and TV shows. I make seriously decent money for the kind of work I do, and most of it goes into savings for college while I have coworkers who can barely scrape by between rent and groceries and daycare bills and vehicle repairs. things aren't perfect, there are some pretty significant things I'd like to address (about myself and my brain and how it works, and some ideas about the world that I think got turned a little bit sideways at some point and need to be straightened out before they get too firmly cemented). I don't actually have any close friends who live near me (the nearest ones are at least 2 hours away and I rarely get to see them face-to-face). but honestly, I have it so good. I should be so content, I should be basking in the blessings I have right now.

yet I still complain about not being at college and talk about how badly I want to get there.

and as if all that wasn't enough, I'm petrified by the idea of things changing. I feel so weary and discouraged when I think about the idea of having to be brand-new in a brand-new place (again), not knowing anyone or how to do anything and constantly fearing that I'm messing it all up and I'm the only doofus who doesn't understand and there are all these secret common knowledge rules that everyone knows but me and if I admit to not knowing them I'll be labelled as an outcast but if I mess one of them up I'll be expelled from planet earth for having failed at humanity.

(and then also on some level, I'm terrified of moving on from the place I'm at right now, because things could be so much worse.)

I don't want to take what I have now for granted. I don't want to be unthankful for what I've been given. but I also can't be fully at peace here, because I just really really really am looking forward to the next thing. which of course makes me feel really guilty (and I tend to worry that when I do get to college, it'll all be terrible and I'll realize how wrong I was to want to hurry to that stage and my life will turn into one big Aesop's Fable and the Twilight Zone guy will appear to announce the moral of the story to everyone so they can use me as an object lesson to their Sunday school classes).

and of course, none of this makes sense and it's all one big jumbled ball of weird emotions and fears and dreams and I'm doing my best to ignore it and pray that God will just lead me where I need to go and not let me get distracted by silly things that will drag me off-course or waste my time along the way. which I guess is all I can do. but it sure doesn't come easily to me.

anyway, you didn't ask about any of that, but it just sorta... all fell out when I started typing :') I am excited to go to college, especially the college I plan to attend. it's my dream college, and I went from thinking I'd never be able to attend there to seriously planning to move into the dorms next fall. I think I'll learn so much there, and I'll meet other people--both mentors and peers--who will both affirm and influence me in meaningful ways. I can't wait to see how God uses all of this to write a grander story for me than any I could ever imagine!! but I do worry so much about pretty much everything, so even though I instinctively feel that this is the right thing to do, there are so many what-ifs and silly questions that plague me, simply because I cannot give a definite answer to them and unknown variables bother me.

#gurt says stuff #personal #college #asks #brown-little-robin #long post

[redjaybathood]

canon divergence where after bruce kills jason at the end of utrh, jason takes a while to recover, and then. THEN he just kills the joker and leaves gotham. no more drama. he’s just gone. aka my fantasy of canon ((for the ask game))

1) If Jason could have redo it all over again, then he either would not bother with Bruce at all; just killed Joker, then went to take over Gotham. Or he wouldn't bother with Gotham, just killed the Joker when he got his hands on him in LA.

+Maybe he would have stayed in LA, and that would have given us a plenty of unique stories, team-ups with Manhunter, and Outlaws in Hollywood.)

But there's no redoing it.

He leaves, kinda depressed.

2) There's no kinda. He is depressed. Like, he's low-key depressed throughout canon, especially recently, it seems like. However. This time it's serious enough that he does leave Gotham. Because the only way he does it voluntarily, without a manhunt after him, without him kicking and screaming, without a clear and more pressing goal, is either because everything tip-top in Gotham (which is not the case), or if he literally can't do it anymore. Do anything anymore.

I want to imagine him sipping an orange fresh somewhere on the beaches of a southern island. And there's Kory, and they go rescue Roy, and then the Outlaws hijinks ensue. I want it so badly. But. But.

He gets to a small picturesque town in the middle of America where everyone knows each other and nothing bad ever happens. And he stays there. Just. Fixing bikes and cars and trucks and basically anything with a drive.

(and if it's South Kentucky, it's a crossover with Justified; if it's Minnesota, it's crossover with Fargo; if it's Nebraska, it is a crossover with Stargirl TV series, my beloved; look. Younger Jason would be so hyped to meet Pat Dugan! Older Jason as a guy who needed a job and Pat gave him one, and then one day he's like, discovers this giant-ass Robot there and goes: cool; anyway, Pat, the car that Mrs Jenkins got in on Friday - I changed the oil but it needs serious work, right, I'm afraid the brakes could fail any minute, but she doesn't have enough money with the recession and all, take the costs out of my paycheck and I will do the whole work myself... And Pat is like: why no one ever is surprised by my giant flying Robot?)

3) And, you know. If it's a normal town then he's gonna have a normal life. Grow veggies in the backyard. Ride a velobike to work. Do yoga. Never watch news. Read books. Write books. For children, maybe - for children like him.

4) After Damian dies - Jason doesn't know about it, he doesn't know about his existence even - Bruce comes to visit. And it goes like... Jason is not surprised - he didn't expect it, sure, because why would he, he thought Bruce moved on just as he did. But he doesn't have it in him to be surprised, or glad, or sad, or anything.

Because there's this empty hole inside his chest. There is a routine he uses everyday to make himself do something, anything. And there are days when he doesn't get out of his bed because there's no point.

So he's like: wanna have some tea? I baked biscuits. And Bruce is like: yes. Thank you. And they're just talking. Drinking tea. Nothing serious, just - how's Alfred? Is Gordon still the Commissioner? Did Dick tied the knot with Barbara yet? on one side. What do you do for a living? Do you have friends now? Do you have a dog, you always wanted one? on the other.

And then Jason falls with his face down on the table. Because Bruce drugged him.

Bruce takes him to Quarak. He needs Jason to remember, how did he come back. And Jason is like: you know this is not the place where you can trigger any relevant memories. I died here, but I came back in Gotham. Both times.

And Bruce is like: both?

Jason: both.

Bruce: when was the second one?

Jason: you know when was it, you've been there. You did this. What's this is about? Do you want to discover the secrets to immortality now, old man? Age catches up to you? Well, Ra's tried to find out and failed. And I don't remember myself. One second I'm dead, another I'm not. Is that all? Can we go now?

Bruce: Yes. This is all. I am sorry, Jason. For taking you here.

He steps in for a hug. Jason doesn't care much so he allows it. Bruce breaks his neck.

And waits to see how Jason is coming back.

Only this time, he doesn't.

5) Artemis and Bizarro are in Qurac as well. They're looking for the bow of Ra. They see, instead, a guy in the desert, who's sitting there, with a dead body at his feet.

Artemis knows that dead guy. She killed a man, years before, with the same face. So she steps in.

It comes to blows. But Amazon plus a Kryptonian, versus Batman who's not firing at full cylinders, that's a quick enough fight. Except for Superman and Wonder Woman showing up and helping Batman (I imagine their reaction seeing dead Jason on the desert floor and Bruce fighting two superpowered people - oh god, thinks Clark, he lost him again. They killed him, thinks Diana)

Now Artemis and Biz are at disadvantage. So they need to run. But there's no way Artemis would leave this kid to his murderer, so they take Jason's body with them.

Now, they are on the run from the world's mightiest heroes. The only chance they have is if Artemis finds the bow, after all.

6) She finds it. It all goes down pretty much the same way except Trinity is against them, which helps the government to get the upper hand. But then the government's actions take priority for the Trinity, so they temporarily call a truce.

One way or another, it's over. Biz didn't get hurt here bc Clark was here to help. But after all said and done, Diana turns to Artemis and demands an explanation, why would she kill Batman's son.

Artemis retorts that Jason was already dead when they arrived and she suspects that it's Batman who killed him. Bruce says nothing. Clark asks to see the body so they could investigate.

Joke on them, Jason's body is gone.

Bruce is enraged. Losing control over his actions and speech, he blames Artemis for taking Jason away from him - after everything what Bruce done. He killed him, and now what - it's been for nothing? Tell me where you hiding him! I need to know how he keeps coming back!

7) And look. If there was any way to bring Jason to Gotham, and have him come back there, I would say it's the city itself that brings him back every time.

But here, I don't know - you might get Egyptian gods involved (that's the Bana Mighdal pantheon so it would make sense. He died in their lands twice, that's a sort of thing that makes gods to take notice and maybe use you).

Or the body was stolen by someone else.

8) cue the arc with the Untitled

9) he does ends up with All Caste. They don't treat his depression exactly, but he manages to pull through with their help anyway.

#asks game #jason todd #another time i didn't manage to do it under 6 hc