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Trigun Bookclub: Trigun Vol.1, Chapters #00-01
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lets fucking do this
I'm annotating every chapter of trigun, both the Japanese original print (reread) and Overhaul 1.0 (first read).
Literally just writing down everything I notice about details, version differences, translation notes, etc. and also being gay about the characters. happy pride month
I had other stuff to do today yesterday so I only got through a little bit but pace will pick up tomorrow today (1 volume/week is faster than i thought...)
Here are the beloved non-analysis sillies...
And there are just so many annotation images so I just put the rest under the cut <3 read my notes boy
[edit: why aren't the images not being side by side like i want them to i hate this. here's the url for my blog page with correct formatting]
[edit 2: i guess it's only on desktop, not on mobile. so that's good]
First thing I noticed was the difference in the number of volumes, or the number of chapters in each volume. In my JP copy, volume 1 ends at Chapter #07: Rem, while Overhaul (and I assume every version after the first JP print) ends at #12: River of Life.
Anyways onto the actual images
21st of July - !! didn't notice [that the July incident actually happened in July] during 1st read b/c months are only numbers in Japanese
11 hours after destruction - July incident was 2am
For some reason I thought he was standing this whole time. unneccesary details georg
Estimated age: 24 - Official age for his appearance? dang he's young
Appearance - "Place of origin/birth," not "what he looks like"
The worst kind of outlaw, and an unrivalled killer. - Added in a later version? (not in my JP copy but the phrase is familiar)
This blank space originally had the Japanese translation for the board.
We see his serious expression already! I don't remember '98 doing so this early on so it's pretty notable to me...
Just thinking about how Vash counted each individual gunshot being fired during all that chaos... dear god.... During my first read/watch I thought it was just silly Rule of Cool protagonist moment but not really. This guy actually has Insane perception, either from being a plant or sheer practice. Or both.
Also immediately after all that, I really love the way the aftermath is shown here. The only things you can hear are the creaks of the light and the crying boy. It really brings out the tension in the atmosphere.
Finally, something other than unneccesary bits! If you look at the flooring under the toy gun, the perspective lines are pointing SW-NE. This corresponds to the flooring on Vash's right, whose right arm is also suspiciously out-of-frame...
This is definitely the moment he took the toy gun. I can't express the amount of Holy Shit I felt when I realized this. The detail!!!!! man!!!!!!!!!
There's a little translation error here - it should be something like "Even if he were still alive, he wouldn't be able to move an inch!"
One of my favorite Vash moves with one of my favorite Tumblr heritage posts.
This is not really based on any drawn details, but I think this is the moment that Vash readies the toy gun, puts it in his pocket, and picks up the ketchup. Do Not trust this man when his arm is not visible.
Also finger still in gun <3 doing his part blocking one bullet at a time
And here we have Vash's first COOL cool moment!!!!!! cue my homo screaming. goddddddddd im so mentally unwell about him. agh
I also absolutely love when Nightow does that thing where he screen-tones a character's skin just because. It pops!! It's unique!! I love it!! I eat it up every time!!!
Here's where I realize that Vash's hair antennae are pointing straight up. I should be on the lookout for when he makes the transition to the M-shaped antennae we know and love.
Also, a little untranslatable joke from the Japanese version.
In Japanese, this guy calls out at Vash like "And you, don't provoke him!" except it's written with the kanji for "Hunter" (狩人 karyūdo), with a ruby pronunciation note saying "you" (おまえも omaemo). These kanji/ruby mismatch jokes are never not funny and it's so sad that there's no way to keep them in without doing...this lol
The "I counted!" reveal never fails to get me. holy shit.
I love the little boy's expression when he gets his gun back :) You helped!!! and you don't have to have the real deal to be cool as balls!!!
Just lumping this with the previous two because it's a tall image, but another small translation error. Rather than being about doing harm, he's talking about recieving it (～～はゴメンだ is a hard-to-catch phrasing/idiom; it's already been discussed with the translator on a different instance). It should be more like "[...But] nobody likes getting hurt, right?"
THE GIRLIES YIPPEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not including the dialogue because. y'know. At least they get (accidentally) Bonked by Millie :) get their asses
Here, the order suggestion is made by somebody off-screen, but in the first edition, it was made by the cook himself. (left image annotation says "the storekeeper(cook) is so nice!")
That's it for chapters #00-01! I'm going to keep having Category 5 Autism Events every day aren't I.
It's literally 1:20am as of finishing this post because my computer won't stop crashing. Posting this first thing in the morning tomorrow <3
Also, the Japanese copy of the annotations will be in the reblogs for anyone who wants to see them. The emotions are Rawer and they're phrased way less awkwardly... if you can read them lol
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better ride
pairing: freeloader!toji x f!reader
summary: toji's (negligible) payday finally came, so he's treating you to a road trip!
wc: 1.1k
an: HELLOOOOO BEANIE'S BACK ! this crack shit is for the wet hot slimeball summer collab put on by @bastardblvd ! dreams rly do come true :') as always - likes, rbs, and comments always appreciated <3
cw: car(?) sex, major crack fic, voyeurism, exhibitionism (unintentional?), oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, please laugh at this i think im so funny
cameos from: landlord!sukuna, slutty mailman!geto, yuuji, nobara, megumi, tired cop!nanami, and mcdonald's worker!aki <3
“oi! are you ready yet?”
toji’s call into the apartment you share (you pay for and he crashes in) doesn’t go unanswered.
“just a sec, babe!” you yell, applying the last of your lip gloss, checking your summer fit in the mirror. it was hot, hotter than satan’s cleavage, so you decide to show some. a skimpy cropped cami and revealing jean shorts - it wasn’t anything toji hadn’t seen before.
you grab your purse and shut the door behind you, seeing toji standing by the car. it was his most prized possession that you both and the entirety of bastard boulevard called the flintstone mobile™. a four door sedan (?) equipped with butterfly doors and a (saran wrap) sunroof - all entirely made out of cardboard he stole from the mcdonald’s whenever they got their supply shipments.
“she’s purring and ready to go,” toji said proudly, patting the side and shaking the whole vehicle (she was in fact, not purring, as there was no engine).
“and you,” he purred, looking you up and down. “i might have to have a taste before we get going.”
you saunter over to him, planting your hands on his chest. “put on my cherry lipgloss that you like so much.”
he smirks, turning to lift the cardboard flap door for you. “let’s get a little more comfortable, then.”
within about a millisecond of the two of you settling into the backseat, his tongue is shoved down your throat, his hands crammed into that skimpy cami to pull your tits out. within about a millisecond, he’s pulling down his gray sweatpants so you can get his dick wet. within about a millisecond, your lips are fastened fast around the salty gorgeous banana curved slightly to the right #ac907c 8.386in shaft, the cut mushroom tip (#735354; circ done homemade to sell it online) nosing the back of your throat, nose pressed against against the trimmed bush and tongue sliding along the spindling veins and over his #6a6057 fat breeder balls. within about a millisecond of giving him the sloppiest toppiest gluck gluck cross eyed white knuckles tongue twister gut wrencher 9000, he’s folding you in half and bullying his 6in girth into your death trap of a cunt.
“god damn!” you hiss as he crams himself in, not stopping until the base kisses your clit.
“there you go, pretty.” he grins, letting out a low groan as he spends a moment just relishing in your warmth. “knew you could take it. you always do.”
you pant, flustered and already sweating, already squeezing around his stupidly pleasurable length as he begins to move. you throw your head back, nearly crashing through the cardboard side of the flintstone mobile™. toji lets out a guttural groan, picking up speed as the sounds of his hips slapping into your ass fills the air.
it doesn’t take long for him to reach his peak. the sight of your tits pulled out from your cami, bouncing with every thrust, your flushed and panting face begging for more, the warm gummy walls squeezing around him - it’s all too good. the deepness of his thrusts and the fat thumb on your clit send the orgasm crashing down through your body in tandem with his.
there’s something about the excitement of going on a road trip with him funded by his last few scams working perfectly on the dumbasses on the boulevard and the pre-trip sex that makes this peak even better than the last few. you let out a high-pitched whine and thrash, unable to control your limbs. at the potent feeling of your cunny convulsing around him, toji straightens as he shoots ropes of hot cum into you.
the inability to control your bodies sends toji’s head through the (saran wrap) sunroof, and you through the side of the flintstone mobile™. this doesn’t stop either of you, however, as you’re determined to make the most out of the most euphoric feeling. he continues to slam into you, and you continue to milk his cock, oblivious to the fact that you’re literally tearing the car apart.
the mailman tries to ignore this scene as he delivers the mail to the landlord just a few doors down. he knocks on sukuna’s door, the latter of whom was watching through his fucked up blinds that barely hide his voyeuristic tendencies. he goes to the door to meet suguru.
“and i thought i could deliver a package,” suguru mutters as sukuna signs off on his bunnygirl senpai merchandise in conveniently discreet packaging. sukuna ignores him and immediately slams the door in his face. other residents of the boulevard hear the ruckus and look, then promptly look away (most of them, at least). nanami rides past in the patrol car, pinching the bridge of his nose and deliberately ignoring the scene.
you and toji struggle to catch your breath, not even processing the fact that the flintstone mobile™ literally collapsed and left you tangled on the concrete, still enveloped in each other’s bodies. you close your eyes, the haze beginning to wear off. when you open them, you realize.
“fuck!” you yell, scrambling out from underneath him, setting your tits back into your cami. “toji, the car!”
“it’s okay, pretty.” toji stands up, looking around. “i’m a better ride anyway.”
you eye him curiously. “huh?”
he only grins, turning his back to you and crouching down. “get on, baby. nothing’s gonna stop this trip.”
“you’re the worst.” you grin and oblige him, jumping on him to piggyback to whatever destination he has in mind. it’s a hot summer day, but the wind in your hair dries the sweat as toji nearly gallops to the nearest mcdonald’s. the message on the board reads “TOJI. NO.” but he ignores it and quite literally screeches to a halt in the drivethru.
“toji. i’m not doing this again.” aki’s voice drips with annoyance. toji only grins, walking to see a car parked by the window waiting for their food. he doesn’t say anything, and you know better than to question his methods. after a few seconds, he takes off at a breakneck speed and you wrap your arms tightly around his neck to avoid getting thrown off his back. in a flash, he steals the food that aki was handing to the car waiting, and you glance to see megumi, yuuji, and nobara staring open mouthed at the ridiculous scene.
“sorry son!” toji yells when he sees his kid driving the car. “man’s gotta eat!”
you giggle and continue to hold on until toji finds a hidden spot for you to enjoy the kids’ food. after you eat, he motions for you to get back on his back. in a truly cinematic moment, you drive him off into the sunset on bastard boulevard, smiling at the promise of the roadtrip of a lifetime (it’s to the ihop three streets over).
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lasertag
pairing: reyna x reader
prompt: inspired by that post about your oto going lasertagging (i've seen it on my timeline at some point but i'm to lazy to look for it)
word count: ~1300
warning: not proofread, sry
A/N: i've never played lasertag so think of the game they're playing as less of a lasertag game and more of a vp training session with fake guns
"Shit"
You quickly slung the weapon over your back, barely dodging the fire coming your way as you ran for cover behind the next wall, sliding the last meters to safety on your knees.
You looked for any sign that you had been hit, but luckily came up empty. Taking your rifle, you peeked out into the open, scanning your surroundings for your opponent. Darkness enveloped the room, making it hard to see clearly. Only a faint movement of shadows on the other side gave away your enemy's position.
Taking aim, you waited for a clear shot, finger hovering over the trigger. You hit Phoenix square in the chest, bullseye. The Brit scowled, as the light on his vest turned red and bells rang out, signaling his 'death'. You couldn't surpress the satisfied smile as your friend stomped away in anger, muttering under his breath.
You took cover again, finger moving to your earpiece.
"KJ, how does it look on your end?", you asked, aware that with Phoenix out of the game, there was only one enemy player left.
But having a two versus one advantage meant nothing when the one you were up against was Reyna.
"I lost sight of her, but she was somewhere around-"
The comms cut off suddenly and you sighed when the death chime sounded once more. At least you had a vague idea where Killjoy had been before she was eliminated. That should help you track down the Mexican.
With everything on the line, you kept your weapon ready, not daring to sling it over your back for more mobility. You knew Reyna's combat style well. She was quick, merciless, and precise. Your only hope was to find her first and take her by surprise.
As silently as you could, you walked through the maze of the lasertag arena, retracing the route that KJ had taken, your eyes peeled for any movement in the shadows, ears listening for any sound that could give your opposition away.
However, the thing with Reyna was, she was not only quick and accurate but could also be silent if she wanted to be. You didnt even realize she was approaching, until you felt the barrel of her weapon press into your back, freezing you in place.
"Hello, darling", she whispered smugly into your ear followed by a throaty chuckle that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your grip on your gun slackened until it hang loosely at your side. She already had you at gunpoint, the game was over.
"Reyna", you acknowledged quietly, heart beating out of your chest. Slowly, you turned around to face her, hands raised in surrender. The end of her gun came to rest on the marker on your chest. All, she would have to do was pull the trigger.
Her magenta eyes were glowing, making you wonder, like so many times before, whether she could actually see in the dark. Kind of like a cat or an owl. It wouldnt surprise you. Pretty much everything about her has been adapted for battle, why not her sight?
Even in the dim light of the arena you could see her raise an eyebrow at your quick surrender.
"Giving up so easily? You could at least attempt to fight me."
You offered her as genuine a smile as you could manage, given the disappointment of your imminent defeat.
"I know when I'm beaten. Im just glad it's you and not Phoenix. I couldn't take all the gloating."
"Oh, I plan to gloat alright, dont you worry", Reyna informed you, pursing her lips in thought, "But I dont think I'll let you off so quickly."
You frowned as she pressed the barrel more firmly to your chest with an almost predatory smile, prompting you to take a couple of steps backwards.
"What, why-"
Reyna shushed you, clicking her tongue in disapproval, eyes flashing with mischief.
"No questions. Just do what I say."
Hard to argue with that when you are at gunpoint. Besides, you were, admittedly, curious about what she had planned. Slowly she forced you backwards into a secluded corner, hidden from prying eyes by tall walls. She nodded to your gun next.
"Put that away. I dont want you to try anything."
Slowly but purposefully you took your gun and put it on the floor, sending it skitting to the other side with a firm and well-placed kick. Reyna's stance relaxed slightly, weapon lowering for the first time. It's not like she needed it now. You posed no threat at all, unarmed and backed into a corner as you were.
Weirdly enough the absence of the gun barrel made you more nervous. Without something separating you, the closeness of the other woman became all too apparent to you. There was no denying the attraction you felt for her under normal circumstances. But while you were usually able to ignore the butterflies in your stomach or the way your pulse quickened, there was no dismissing them this time, nothing to distract yourself with, nowhere to escape.
You swallowed agains the lump in your throat, failing to keep your eyes from staring at her lips as she came even closer, caging you in by placing her hands on the wall behind your head.
"What now?" , you asked, sounding almost out of breath. You forced your eyes to meet hers and she smirked, leaning close.
"Now, I think I deserve a reward for winning, don't I?"
Obviously, you agreed. You eagerly met her halfway, lips crashing together with raw passion, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Reyna pushed against you until your bodies were pressed flushed against one another, your back hitting the wall with a soft thud. Her hands were in your hair in an instant, making you let out a moan that you'd be embarassed about later. You move your hands to rest on her hips, needing an anchoring point.
Reyna dominated the kiss and you had absolutely no objections to that. After the first frantic moments had passed, she angled your head in a way that allowed her to ease you into a slower, surprisingly tender kiss. One of her hands moved to cup your face, thumb caressing your cheek in a gesture that made your heart skip a beat.
Once the need for air became impossible to ignore, she pulled away, resting her forehead against yours. Your eyes were still closed, breath mingling with hers as you tried to savour the moment, lips tingling pleasantly.
Reyna used your distractedness and turned her attention to your neck, lips tracing a path all the way down to your pulse point. Your grip on her hips tightened, pulling her body even more into yours. You could feel the way her lips pulled into a smirk, satisfied with your reaction.
"I hate to cut this short, cariño", she murmured in between kisses, pulling away from your neck, much to your chagrin. If possible, her eyes were shining even more brightly than before, and even the tattos on her arms were shimmering magenta. She looked mesmerising and the sight of her was a little too distracting, you almost missed her next words completely.
"But sadly, the other's are waiting."
Her gun fired and the bell signaled your defeat to your teammates waiting outside, but you were still too lightheaded from the makeout session to care. Seeing, the state you were in, Reyna smiled more softly, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips before detantljng herself from you.
"We can continue this later, if you like", she offered picking up your gun and holding it out to you. You take it slowly, clearing your throat.
"I would- I'd like that a lot."
"Good", she grinned, matching the one on your face, "Now come, it's time to gloat."
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Top Pilot Pt. 2
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Avengers x Fem!Reader
Genre: slight angst, fluff
Warnings: mention of side-character death, short mention of alcohol and cigarettes, lightly mature language, explanation of mc's mothers death PLUS a shit ton of technical talk
Wordcount: 1867
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Summary: Y/n finally meets Stark at the Expo and even has to pay his coffee. Then she flys out for a reconnaissance-flight and has a weird feeling in her gut that didn't came from one of her colleagues flirting with her.
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After Peter left, Y/n decided to just go and exercise until it was evening, she didn’t even remember that the time was going round so fast when she looked over to the clock on the oven display, which showed already 6pm.
„Fuck.“ She muttered and hopped into the shower.
When she came out he only had one and a half hours to get ready, that was why she hurried a lot, did her hair and slipped into the dark blue dress, tailored for her. The pilot looked sleek but very intimidating, like she always did but the dress was different, made her look a bit older and wiser, cooler and wealthier than she actually was, her hair slicked back slightly and her heels were neatly polished.
Her cat nestled against her leg and an incredible amount of hair got caught on the fabric of the dress, which made her scowl and slightly pushed Mr. Whiskers away, he meowed offended and went back to laying on the couch, when Y/n stored her mobile in her clutch, took his coat and left, locking the door.
The driver was already waiting for her to escort her to the Expo. On the way she scrolled through Instagram, smiled when she saw that Wade also texted her. Wade? Oh yes, Wade Wilson, they knew each other, they met one time downtown at midnight, Y/n shared her beer with him just like hier cigarettes.
Jumanji: Yo dumbtruck, tonight’s Stark Expo? You gonna look like a business w doing business huh?
Y/n: Shut the fuck up jumanji, im working, instead of doing the wade wilson style and just hanging 'round home
Jumanji: Fuck you Y/n you’re a horrible friend.
That was it, the conversation didn‘t last longer.
She arrived at the back of the Expo and someone opened the door, leading her backstage. Employees here and there, fixing things, carrying machines around until a certain red haired woman came up to Y/n and introduced herself as Pepper Potts, the head of Stark Industries and Y/n did know her.
„You’re the colonel of the Air Force, right?“
It was the ex-boss Tony Stark who appeared behind her, sunglasses still on and his suit was crumbled, just like Y/n imagined him to look alike.
„Yeah“
He nodded and Pepper walked off with saying „Good that you’re here, I just want you to see the new things.“ Which had him shocked. Tony stayed there and he began to shovel the little snacks that were on the table into himself.
„Not hungry?“ He asked the younger one and ate another cookie, because Y/n just shook her head.
„What’s your name kiddo?“
„Hanson.“
„And your first name? You‘re more of a silent one huh?“
„Y/n’s my first name, sir.“ She just said, leaning back and folding her legs. „I’m not a silent one, I’m just bored.“
„Bored because of Pepper?“
„No, I wear that expensive dress because I have to sit here and watch. I’m a pilot, always on the run, Pepper‘s a nice woman but I‘m just not here to sit around you know.“ She stated to make her ambitions clear. When she looked up into Tony’s eyes she just saw him laughing.
„You’re intelligent, right?“
Y/n just shrugged. Tony sat down next to the young woman and laughed even more.
„Are you bored, Sir?“
The female asked and one of her strands hung into her face as she leaned forward, elbows on her knees. Tony nodded.
„The food is great though.“
Now also Y/n nodded. „Want to go drink a coffee?“ The 24-years-old asked and Tony nodded and got up. „Come on, if you want you’re free to drive this baby here.“ He said while pointing to the orange Audi, which got Y/n excited.
Since she was a little girl she was also interested in cars, now she had the chance to drive one. „Okay sure, I’m driving, I’m choosing where we go.“
The girl smirked and took the drivers seat, started the motor and waited for Tony to sit down, when he did Y/n drove off to a small coffee shop around Manhattan. They both entered the store and Y/n immediately got greeted by a smaller girl with blond hair.
„Hey Y/n! Long time no seen, what can I get you?“ She asked, her smile wide because he hadn’t seen the colonel in what felt like ages.
„I‘d take a normal vanilla macchiato and for him-“ „an espresso and a whiskey please.“ Tony finished his sentence and Ciara smiled and started working.
Both of them took a seat in the back of the shop and started talking about trivial things until Stark noticed the ring on Y/n’s ring finger with which she played the whole time.
„So young and already married?“ He asked the younger girl who just shook her head.
„Actually, it’s Ciara‘s wedding ring.“ She pointed at the girl that suddenly came up with their drinks.
After she left, Tony signalized Y/n to go on. „After her husband, my best friend, died, she gave it to me because it caused her too much pain.“ She explained and took a sip of her drink. „So you’re just a scapegoat? How did he die?“
„He was in the same formation as I was, just enlisted in the Air Force, his plane got shut down, it was his first flight.“
„Oh.“
And it was the only thing Tony said.
„I saw videos of you flying a B2, you’re doing that often?“ „I don’t care, my major gives me a mission and I do it, it’s that easy.“
„Someone’s unscrupulous, huh?“ And he laughed again, so did Y/n. When they were done with their coffee, which also the pilot payed, Tony drove Y/n back home. He fed his pets and then left to go to sleep, because tomorrow will be the hardest day, an important escorting flight.
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The annoying alarm woke her up at 5am, meeting the cold and hard wall opposite of her bed. Dallas was laid next to her and also woke up, licked across Y/n's face as a good morning and made the young woman literally jump out of bed.
„Fuck! Isn’t it hard enough to just wake up at 5am? Now I need to shower again Dallas! Bad boy!“ She muffled and shuffled into the bathroom only to shower again. This time she did her hair neatly with gel so that her hat and the bun wouldn’t look horrible on top of it.
In a few seconds she was in his uniform, fed the animals, grabbed a granola bar and left the house just to take the bus to the air force base.
„Good morning Hanson!“
„Mornin‘ Mick!“
Small conversations everywhere she went on her way to the hangar, passed a lot of friends which always smiled at him.
„Looking pretty Y/n!“ Someone yelled, that could only be Mosly Winston, the guy that always tried to hook up with her. „I always do, who do you expect me to be to not look good?.“ She stated confidently when the other one caught up at Y/n’s pace, following her.
„Are you free for lunch break?“ The blonde asked and smirked at Y/n who just shook her head.
„No? Why?“ “I thought we could spend our lunchtime together!” The male recommended with a sheepish smile.
„Man Winston I’m working here, besides we’re not even dating.“ She defended herself and kept walking until they arrived at the hangar. Mosly had been quiet for the rest of the walk, not daring to say a word to the woman.
„Listen, Mosly, it’d be wiser to not follow me if you don’t wanna jump into one of those jets.“ She smirked and walked to her own plane.
„Y/n I know no one who’s that focused on those jets, I wouldn’t never jump into this cockpit.“ Winston admitted and walked away, waving the younger one goodbye.
She took a last sip of coffee, talked to her comrades and then climbed up the ladder into the cockpit.
When she held the control stick in her hands she felt at home, looking around to make sure everything’s set the way she needed it to be, made some adjustments to the instruments around and then was ready to go. She put on the helmet and fondled the side of the plane where her name and nickname ‚Y/n ‚Flying Ace’ Hanson‘ stood and smiled to herself while thinking about the many times she flew operations with the raptor and always was the best one performing, in general she was very happy how it all was right now.
The hangar was her second home next to her flat with the two animals but that’s where she worked and her mom would’ve said that she should always feel comfortable at her workplace and indeed, she did.
Her mom died from cancer and she wasn’t over it yet, especially because she was a really loving woman, supporting her no matter what she did and she always made sure her daughter was well. But just as Y/n expected, she didn’t like the idea of her enlisting the Air Force and she as really mad when she told her because her mother wanted her to have a wealthier life. She told her to leave and never come back as the disgrace she was now in her eyes and it broke the little girl she was back then.
A few days later she died and left nothing but a letter full of disappointment for her own daughter, the one she gave birth to. She cried for days, months, didn’t go to work and felt so responsible for her death as if she influenced it, but obviously.
Back to the reality, she still smiled to herself and closed the cockpit, waved some of the other pilots and started the engine. The plane rolled down the hangar and left it, in front of it the long runway, behind it the rest of the formation.
She was always the first one to depart, one of the advantages of being a Colonel Lieutenant.
Usually the takeoffs were smooth and perfect but today was something wrong, as if the jet didn’t want to leave. There were complications with the lifting and one of the copilots asked through the intercom if her jet was okay but that was right when Y/n adjusted the manual control and got the short plane up into the air.
„Yep, all done, she just didn’t wanna leave today. We’re good.“ She spoke into the comm and started watching the rest take off.
„Kay m’lady, we’ll do that today?“ She told the raptor as if it was a fragile human being, as if she needed to care for its emotions.
„Raptor 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, you on?“ Was her job to ask into the comm and got six times a ‚yes‘ back, which was great. She then started recording the flight.
„Reconnaissance-flight number 2, Raptor 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26 and 27 are with me, Colonel Lieutenant Y/n Hanson, they are under my protection, no weapons on boards, we’re on reconnaissance.“ She stated and started streaming the surroundings of the jet with the technology she build inside.
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Mermie…the leaks… the only way I’ve been dealing with it is just thinking “oh hot robot arm Katsuki :)”and then my humor side was like “oh ghost Katsuki then” but then I just want to scream and shake my fist at the clouds *over exaggerates Texan accent* we’re really in it now brother and I’m here for all your thoughts 🥹😭
Also your new tarot deck tell me all about it!! How’s the energy feel and what excites you the most about it!!
I wish you a beautiful rest of your day and I’m so thankful I get to yell about anime boys and gush about spooky things with you 💕💝🌸🌻
i screamed at my bestie last night until she FINALLY answered me, and it went like:
(spoilers and leaks discussion under the cut but im also tagging tf out of this post so you’ve been warned!!!!!)
look, robot arms are sexy as fuck right? but im devastated bc i just KNOW this GREMLIN of a child will pick like a, fucking bazooka for an accessory HELDFPOGJLDKFGJK.
(anyways, beyond the actual leaks themselves—because we all know Hori won’t murder his cash cow lmaoooo, although, honestly, if i were Hori, I would, just like… out of sheer spite but ANYWAYS—i really like what we’ve seen of the anniversary colour spread???? everyone looks so cute!! and then, of course, there’s our lad Bakugou. 😔 Hori draws him so fat-faced, it delights me.
artistic rendition so i don’t spoil anything more than necessary for those who haven’t seen it. i really like how much Hori’s art style has refined over these last eight years!!! which is like, inevitable i guess, when you draw every day for those eights years…. it’s just really neat to witness!!!!)
i dunno… stuff like this is fun because it’s not high stakes (i….. i think) but also it ruins my fanfics even more than canon already does, so im mad LMAO. i need to finish the Deku fic ASAP because if Hori does something even worse i just know it’s going to make writing the last part of that fic incredibly, incredibly hard LOL sdlfjsdlkfjds.
i love my new tarot cards!!! i like to collect tarot cards in general for the art of them, and i saw these being unboxed on tiktok!!! they’re the le tarot de l’étoile cachée, and they’re very beautiful! fun!!! there’s things like bitcoins and mobile phones and dildos in them LOL. so a very grown-up deck. the cardstock is nice—i like having something to do with my hands so i’ve been sitting here shuffling them when im at my desk, though they’re a bit awkward. they’re big!!! and my hands aren’t particularly small, but im still having trouble. but i really like them!!!
i hope your evening is going well, Keds. 🥺 i’ll be here and ready to scream on Sunday when we get the translations. 😔🔫 one of the genuinely distressing parts of what’s dropped so far is the idea of Aizawa like, begging one of the other adults presents to save Bakugou. 😭 Oh my God, the idea hurts so much LMAO. i know here in our niche of the fandom we’re writing about Bakugou and his little friends as adults, but in canon they’re still kids, and they’re all in so much danger and like, imagine being their teacher???? and having to watch that???? watch this little shit you’ve grown fond of and believe in grow into himself just to literally throw himself into harm’s way—ugh. I’m an Aizawa stan, I love him, I’m pivoting from Bakugou fics this is an Aizawa ONLY blog from now on!!!!
#ofmermaidstories-asks#oh how she rocks in keds and tube socks#bnha manga leaks#mha manga leaks#bnha leaks#mha leaks#bnha 359 leaks#mha 359 leaks
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Hello you mrs. adventurer but doesn't wear tacky clothes lefty eyebag. 😌
I'm just at work now, actually playing on my switch because it is so slow, no calls or emails at all. But I am okay, woke up with a headache and really hungry 😅 It could be stress and dehydration combined.. but bleh it is what it is.
You are like my niece's mom. She would let her pick her clothes, but if it doesn't match or it looks crazy together, she will shake her head no, but will still let her wear it haha.
That's a lot of pillows! I guess I am weird though, I have a pillow but I don't use it at all. It's just on the bed for decoration.
Was it fun to ride the snow mobile? It always looks fun in the movies or shows. That and skiing. I want to try either one of them but I don't want to be in the cold that much.
Have you ever tried jetski? Or canoeing? Kayaking?
I think next year I will try to be more adventurous. I'll try doing the wall climbing and axe throwing 🤔
That picture with the trees is really pretty. I like seeing snow on trees and houses. The snow in Nebraska is nice but then after the day, when it gets plowed and all that, it is ugly to look at hahahaha.
You have parts ready and you're not sharing?? Oy vey.
Hm, if you could do anything without getting caught, what would you do?
-CuriousGeorge
Hello hello you!
Sorry i fell asleep while putting em to nap, then woke up cleaning, n went to the stores to get stuff for dinner then cook dinner, n clean the kitchen n now waiting next to bathtub while em taking a bath. 😁
Hows work? Is it done yet?
U need to drink a lot of water.. or maybe stretch, i assume u probably sit a lot in a day? While working.
Haha i love that statement.. i say it often too "it is what it is." 😅
Haha yeah sometimes my way works, by giving her choices that i set up for her but sometimes she is just one stubborn princess so i just let her wear what she wants.
Haha the pillows r sleeping pillows, not just decorations pillow. So we use it.😆😅 it's mainly for him because he moves a lot when sleeping. He tossed n turn a lot, blanket or pillows can be on the floor by morning sometimes.lol.
When i sleep, i always sleep in one spot n i dont move a lot. I either sleep on my back or on my right side n always close to the edge. 😅🤣 how bout u? How do u sleep?
Oh yeah, snow mobile is fun! I love it. If u gonna try it someday, dont try the one thats only go on thr flat ground n ride it in circle.. pick the choice that let u go up on the mountain by urself because it's scarier.hahhaha.n more dangers.lol.
I hv tried both because one time when my sister came here n i wanted her to try, the company that i used to pick closed for good. So the only one thats open was.the one on the flat ground n just go around n around. It's not fun, they even told u to slow down if u go to fast. The one that goes to the mountain, u can go as fast as u can.haha.
I never tried skiing or snowboarding.
I never tried jetski nor kyaking nor canoeing. But i tried a sea doo. It was fun n scary because it goes sooooo fast n if there is a ripple or a little wave it will jump over it.hahaha. i tried it on the lake tahoe lake though. What scared me is the water is so clear u can see the bottom of it n u know it's deep. What makes me less scared is i know there is no shark or any weird sea creature. 😅
I also tried wake boarding on the lake, thats the one that u stand on a board n got pulled by a boat, that shit is hard 😅🤣 im not gonna do it anymore.. i also tried thing thats called flow rider when i was in a cruise. It's like a machine that blows fast water like u r surfing. It's fun but hard n it's not my thing.hahhaa. im not gonna do it anymore. U can google flowrider. My body got all sore the next day it wasnt even funny 😅
Oh i always wanna try wall climbing but i bet it's hard. Axe throwing, i forgot i was gonna respond to what u said about it. I think u told me there is a bar that has axe throwing n it reminds u of me? Im wondering why it remind u of me? Hahahaha. I never tried it. I hv seen a few video that sometimes the axe ricochet back to u n it kinda scares me. 😅
Haha i got what u meant, snow after get plowed look dirty 🤣🤣🤣
Haha yeah i have two parts ready i just need to proof read the whole thing n wait until everything done then post it. 😅
Hmm i dont know what i would do if i can do anything without getting caught. I guess maybe rob the bad rich people n give the money to the people who need it i guess. Or go to illegal puppy mills or the restaurant that serve dog as their food n take all the dogs n save them n destroy the place 🤣
What about u? I hope i dont sound crazy or psycho.lol.
Cheerio!
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keep scrolling if you dont want depressed ranting lol i cant figure out how to add a read more on mobile
im back on my bullshit rambling to nobody on tumblr dot com but can i just say that im struggling so hard with not wearing makeup these days
i used to wear makeup all the time from like 12 to maybe 22. like the kind of frequent makeup use that leads to feeling like a gross human without it. like spending a half hour to an hour putting on makeup in the morning in like middle and high school. i also refused to wear glasses in public when i first found out my vision sucked because i was an insecure 12 year old girl with unknown at the time autism who was terrified of not looking as nice as my “friends” (i also had a best friend until 13 who made it her mission in life to make me feel lesser than and prevented me from befriending her friends that i shared a lunch table with every damn day but anyway)
anyway i started wearing glasses every now and then in high school when i was feeling lazy in the morning. i think sometime after 18 maybe? i started going out places without makeup and it was nice! i didnt have to spend that extra time getting ready in the morning, i could rub my eyes as much as i wanted, i could nap during the day without worrying about getting makeup all over my pillow, and i didnt have to take it all off before bed
i think as i started to see more and more interesting feminist takes on makeup on this website i started to realize that i enjoyed the benefits of not wearing it and i didnt want to contribute to societal rules about women needing makeup to be seen as professional, as pretty, as people, etc. i stopped wearing it completely. i got married a few months ago with no makeup whatsoever.
thing is, as much as i realize that wearing makeup contributes to the problem, and realize objectively that i dont need it, i kind of feel like shit! i think it has to do with having the distinct memory of the attention i get with makeup versus without. makeup and clothing was a big part of my Artistic Expression in high school and i thrived on getting compliments from other women about my eyeliner or jewelry or whatever. i felt very Artsy and people were friendlier!
but add in the fact that i gained a fair amount of weight in 2019 and 2020 and im just fucking ignored a lot! people used to call me pretty a lot and it completely stopped when i stopped wearing makeup. i noticed a sharp difference in the coverage from our wedding planner and photographer on their websites for our wedding, which again i did not wear makeup for, versus other weddings they worked on that were more aesthetic or whatever.
it’s just so much more painful to experience all this when i know what it was like for me in the past! at this point i just feel gross and unattractive all the time which isnt good for my mental health either! i know objectively that it shouldnt impact my confidence and that We Live in a Society and that not wearing makeup is the right choice but try telling that to the vast majority of the population who arent so progressive. maybe the moral of the story here is that i need to surround myself with likeminded people but im Autistic and Very Depressed Right Now and havent had any local friendships that lasted longer than a few months since i dropped out of high school in 2013! so yknow
anyway it might be obvious but this is a desperate attempt at reaching out so if you have any advice or reassurance or similar experience pls reply or send a message or something
#yeah i live with my husband now which is healthier than with my family#but im down to being around one person#and my mom is seven hours and a country border away#nobody cares
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my thoughts on the games from the xbox and bethesda 2022 games showcase that caught my attention
Long post ahead so be ready uwu
Redfall looks so cool tbh, probably gonna get a new Xbox so I can wreck havoc with some friends and be crackheads (Redfall, 2023)
SILKSONG GAMEPLAY BUT NO RELEASE DATE, COME ONNNNNN (Silksong, day one on Game Pass ayo)
It's weird, I like it (High On Life, October 2022)
I honestly thought Riot Games were bringing their stuff to Xbox, but it's all PC or mobile with pretty much everything unlocked for each game, not bad. (LoL, LoLWR, Teamfight Tactics, Runeterra, Valorant, Winter 2022)
MOTORSPORT BAYBEEEEEE (Forza Motorsport)
Ayy flight sim, new planes and...IS THAT THE PELICAN FROM HALO??? (Microsoft Flight Sim 40th Anniversary, November 2022)
Okay some more Overwatch 2 stuff and, wait, free to play? I don't remember that- (Overwatch 2, October 4)
HOT WHEELS IN FORZA HORIZON 5, WHERE'S MY SERIES S- (FH5 x Hot Wheels, July 19)
ARK 2 ON GAME PASS??? DAY ONE??? (ARK 2, 2023)
Flintlock looks really coooool, THAT COMPANION IS SO CUTE (Flintlock The Siege of Dawn, Early 2023)
NEW MINECRAFT GAME??? BRO I SUCH AT STRATEGY (Minecraft Legends, 2023
4 PLAYER FURRY CO-OP GAME, LOOKS VERY CUTE (Gunfire Reborn, October 2022)
The Last Case of Benedict Fox looks WICKED (The Last Case of Benedict Fox, Spring 2023)
I heard about this game a long time ago, I feel like this game will break me emotionally or if I'm playing with 7 other people, we make stupid decisions and laugh from them (As Dusk Falls, July 19)
Full game for Grounded is done??? I'll give this a shot with friends (Grounded, September 2022)
DIABLO 4 LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOO
AYYY SEASON SEVEN OF PIRATE GAME (Sea of Thieves, July 21)
Ravenlok looks ADORABLE (Ravenlock, 2023)
Highly requested at Atlus...YALL BRINGING PERSONA TO XBOX???
NEW PARTNERSHIP??? HOW BIG IS THIS GONNA B-Holy fucking shit, Xbox and Kojima, no fucking way.
WHERE'S STARFIELD?????
YES FINALLY, EXTENDED GAMEPLAY LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO
oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god
THE MAN HIMSELF TODD HOWARD
BRO THIS ABOUT TO BE MY KIND OF GAME HOLY SHIT
DID I MENTION I LOVE SPACE???
Dude this game looks so fucking good
OH MY GOD THE CUSTOMIZATION NO WAYYYYYYYY IM GONNA BE ON THAT SCREEN FOR HOURS
IM DONE, I CAN WHAT???
BUILD MY OWN SPACESHIP ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? AND FLY IT???
im gonna sob, this is about to be my new favorite game holy shit dude im going to cry
THANK YOU TODD HOWARD OH MY GOD
How big is the game?
...
I'm speechless. This man said you can land anywhere on a planet in this system. And not just this one, but over one hundred systems and one thousand planets.
...I'm having No Man Sky flashbacks but that game was procedurally generated , this COULD be different, but I'll keep my expectations real.
Starfield, Coming 2023. Looks like I'm getting a new Xbox/PC. DAY ONE ON GAME PASS.
VERY GOOD SHOW, GREAT SHOW
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MASS EFFECT: LEGENDARY EDITION
⤷ LAIR OF THE SHADOW BROKER
#mass effect#mass effect legendary edition#meedit#masseffectedit#gamingedit#im ready for it to look like shit on mobile#whatever#me*#mele*#gifs*#oc: rosalie shepard#x: rosalie x liara
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so I got a small idea about juniper and venus, but who's umiko and kaiyan? they're dating right? (also what are all of their pronouns?)
(juniper and umiko are she/her, venus kaiyan and findlay are they/them, akemi and murray are he/him)
Kai and Umiko are very close queerplatonic partners! umiko moved to splatsville after just a few months in inkopolis for a number of reasons, and kai had been living there for years already. the two met through turf war- kai was well-known in the community for their skill and strength, but umiko gains popularity for her own strengths and skills, and since turf war is so competitive in nature, kaiyan challenges her to a 1v1 battle. right away they can see how different their approaches are: umiko is very serious and strategic, while kaiyan is rather carefree and doesn’t even care too much if they lose to her. to them, she already deserves respect for her skill. the two end up doing multiple battles, and o h d e a r, they really like eachother’s company and maybe umiko’s vaguely happy for the first time in her life.
unfortunately, the two don’t see eachother for a few weeks before they (literally) bump into eachother in a dawn turf war, (which is honestly very lucky because umiko doesnt turf very often at all, only really when she has a lot of bottled up stress and anger.) and hey, guess what, they still like eachother! so they exchange phone numbers and start meeting up for friendly outings in the city. lots of movies and grabbing icecream at sunrise. but of course, they still have jobs and responsibilities, so most days they just send one or two messages to eachother before passing out from a long day of work. and of course, Kaiyan is observant, they can tell when people are not having a great life, so they occasionally offer umiko a safe place to vent about all of her trauma, but she turns them down every time.
it isn’t until months after they first met, when they’re out stargazing in the desert, does umiko finally start to trust them a little bit more. she opens up to them about how she started smoking, and how she’d like to stop but doesnt feel like she can. and kaiyan gives her the support and motivation and acceptance she needs. it feels nice, after all these years she may actually have someone to talk to. and so they start talking more often, messaging eachother at work when they get a chance, going out to stargaze and talk about shitty life stuff every few nights when theyre not at their jobs, beating the shit out of eachother in turf war, and lots of other fun stuff. both of them are really really happy to have eachother.
but their relationship doesn’t get really close until many months after they met, when Umiko calls Kaiyan at almost noon, recovering from a really awful flashback and desperately needing comfort which she had never gotten before. it hurts kaiyan so awfully to hear her so upset,, and they do their best to help her calm down and feel safe, never once asking about what happened; it would be the worst time to bring up such a subject.
and it really, really helps her.
Umiko trusts Kaiyan a lot more than she did before, and starts to feel like maybe she does want them around to help her, maybe she needs them around to help her. she starts calling- or at least messaging- them when she’s upset or stressed, and Kai does the same. they even start sleeping over at eachother’s apartments, and oh wow, cuddling sure does feel nice.
and they only love eachother more as time goes on.
#obviously they have arguments and not great moments occasionally but all relationships have them#they understand eachother and they love eachother and they need eachother#of course when splat3 is released some stuff might change#but i have a year to get ready!!!!!!!!!#i love these two so much i draw them all the time in class kshfjsj#i didn’t mention lil buddy in this posg because i was trying to keep things brief#but#lil buddy likes to steal umiko’s stuff#mostly her golden toothpick skfjjs#umiko#kaiyan#asks#radical124#holy shit wait i just looked back on this and i. i spent 45 minutes on it#?????#wh#im so sorry how do i add a read more on mobile-#our ocs
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Im feeling Angsty tonight so I'mma drag you with me :D
TW: Abusive Ex, argument, gaslighting (?), angst shit, don't worry fluff(?) at the end ;) (Every relationship has to go through the pain of argument, it's a common thing and for me it's somewhat a sign that you two really love and care each other)
Imagine having an argument with Nanami, it started small but it became heated to the point where he accidentally yells at you and threw a glass at the floor shattering into pieces.
You let out a yelp and flinches while you cover your head with your arms as your tears are threatening to flow like a river. You we're slowly getting used to the warm feeling of having a significant other not the feeling of pain and guilt like your ex put you through, Nanami knew about your past, you opened up to him when you were starting to feel more comfortable with your relationship with him.
He came home stress, stressful than the other day, you wished you had discussed this in another time but you can't help it.
The realization hit him like a truck when he heard a faint 'Im sorry, I'll do anything just please don't hurt me again' leave your lips. He didn't mean to scare you, he didn't mean to bring those memories back, he was overall stressed with the curses that suddenly appeared, paperwork's and Gojo's stupid antics that he let out his frustration to you.
"Y/N..." He's voice came out soft, almost a whisper telling you to look, you couldn't as tears started to fall down your cheeks. He hated seeing you cry, especially if it was his fault. Guilt was so overwhelming it hurts his chest.
"I-im sorry Kento... It's my fault..." turning around not facing him as you choked on your words trying to sound like your laughing it off, but you knew better, no matter how hard you try to hide the pain, he will always see through your eyes.
"I-I shouldn't have talked to you about this right now, I knew you we're stressed out but somehow I d-did. It's not your fault-" you jolted feeling a pair of arms wrapping your body making you stop your sentence.
"I'm sorry Y/N, I shouldn't have yelled at you, I shouldn't have threw the glass, I shouldn't have taken out my frustration on you. I know a simple apology won't fix the fact I brought those memories back but I'll do anything just so you can forgive me"
You couldn't help but let out a small quiet sob as he let you turn around to hug you properly, minutes later you pulled away calming down the storm inside you.
"Want me to ready the bath for you?"
"will you join me?"
"are you sure?" He was hesitant to but seeing you nod makes him feel a lot less awkward.
The bath was quiet, but there was something comfortable with the silence. Maybe the fact that you just cried letting your emotions flow, or you felt comfortable and safe with Kento. You two didn't have to say anything, you two knew that you want to do. He knows you too well it's somewhat scary. Will he take advantage of it? Will he use it against me?
Those words always floats around your head making you feel so anxious but you knew Kento too. You knew he would never take advantage of you, you knew he would never hurt you because he would rather face the world than hurt you.
After the bath session, you both lay down to bed, both facing the wall. You couldn't help but want to have a glimpse of your boyfriend Beside you only to see his face facing you staring deep down to your e/c eyes.
"I'm sorry" you apologized.
"I should be saying that, not you" he protested as you shook your head. You reached out your hand making your way to his hair. He always love when you run through your fingers to his hair, it relaxes him as soon as you touch his hair, it also helps him fall asleep.
You can't help but kiss his forehead, it's a small thing but to him it's a big thing, "We can fix things, right?" You asked while Nanami gave you a genuine smile as he place his hand over your cheek.
"Of course love"
You nuzzle to his chest making you hear his heartbeat beating.
"Kento"
"hmm?"
"I love you"
"I love you more dear"
And so, everyday he never fails to give you different types of flowers, it was his way of saying sorry, you knew giving you a gift was his love language so you accepted it. Some of your favorite flower he bought, you kept it forever by drying and labeling them as you put it somewhere safe.
He found your dried flowers by accident when he was looking for something in the drawers. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of you keeping the flowers he brought.
HOLY SHIT IM BRAIN STORMING TODAY WOOOO!!! omg my heart broke when I wrote this but it makes me Happy if someone cried XDDD I'm actually going to start a jjk blog soon but idk how you do the "keep reading" thing you see when you read some post. I'm like starting to make the rules and shit.
WHY ISNT HE REAL ITS SO ILLEGAL!!! I have like 3 fanfic draft for Nanami in wattpad but I'm still writing an aot fic and I haven't updated it TT
I am more than happy if you want more Nanami or daydream!reader content! I stalk your account often since you makes me happy a lot :D (GOD I'VE COME CLEAN MY SINS)
Have a good day/evening!
- ☕
....it is too early for this-
NO - I mean yes because Nanami is sweet, BUT NO! NO! NOOOOO!
This was so sad at first before it became somewhat sweet at the end?
AND YES WHY IS HE NOT REAL? NANAMI NEEDS TO BE REAL T^T MY NEEDY ASS NEEDS A MAN LIKE THIS. And did I see that you're about to start a blog yourself 👀👀 gimme your url later lmaooo. I am not sure on mobile, but on computer when you enter in your drafts there is this tiny grey box with dotted lines inside? That's the 'read more' tab. Idk on mobile tho
i would always accept more daydreaming!reader and nanami content, my inbox is always open for you love! sending kithes!~
#roscgcld asks#☕.nonnie#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#nanami kento#kento nanami#nanami x reader#nanami kento x reader#kento nanami x reader#nanami x you#kento nanami x you#nanami kento x you#nanami supremacy#jjk nanami kento
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The Start of Something
Summary: It’s the start of a beautiful story on the Dream SMP.
Pairing: Wilbur Soot x F! Reader
Previous | Next
Warnings: Swearing
A/N: So the reader will have a set hair and eye color but I hardly ever mention those facts so it’s not going to be that big a deal. It’s just a point of the plot.
Oh and (Y/U/N) means YOUR USERNAME.
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(Y/N)’s POV
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I spun in my chair, adjusting my beanie as I waited for the exact moment my stream was to start. I hadn’t exactly talked to anyone on the SMP but it was still fun to stream on there. Soon, my timer went off and I fired up the stream.
“Hello magical people! Welcome back to another wonderful day on the SMP! I have levels today so hopefully we won’t need to bother Mr. Soot. We’re going to actually try and talk to people today if we’re able so, let’s see who’s on!”
I logged onto the server, hitting tab to see who was on.
“A new name! Purpled. Something tells me I want to give him the Lilac.”
<(Y/U/N)> Hello good fellows! \o
<Tubbo_> Hello! \o
<WilburSoot> Hello Ms (Y/U/N)
I smiled at the responses as I went down to my flower chest taking out a lilac as I glanced at chat.
“Two new names? Oh! Yeah, sorry guys, I already met the Dream team. They gave me a tour offline. I’m sorry. I’ll pop by and maybe say hello to Mr. Sapnap.”
I asked for Purpled’s coordinates, meeting up with him to give him his flower before going back towards my house.
“Wait, why is everyone telling me to hide my brewing stands?” I raised an eyebrow as I looked at chat. “I mean, I guess? I’m just confused.”
I kept my eye on chat trying to figure out was going on as I went home when I saw in-game chat.
<WilburSoot> general 1
“Is something going on with the gentlemen? Is that why you’re telling me? I’m not going to hop on the discord just yet because they weren’t talking to me.”
I was very curious though. I came towards Tubbo’s house seeing several of them outside his house. Tubbo threw his brewing stands at Tommy and then they all dashed into his house.
“Some shady deals going on there don’t you think? Should I check on the children like the good mother that I am?” I asked chat as I hesitated outside the gate.
There was a resounding yes in the chat and I chuckled as I adjusted my headset, the boys leaving the house.
“Ok, let’s give them a ring.” I pulled up discord taking a deep breath as I looked at their call before going in as I went back to the game. “Gentlemen?”
The first thing I heard was one of them scream and laughed as I followed them on the path.
“WOMAN! You must leave im--" Who I could assume was Tommy start before Wilbur cut in as they stopped in-game.
“No wait Tommy, remember we need to make sure everyone knows.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Know what?”
“Do you have any brewing stands or blaze rods Ms. (Y/U/N)?” Wilbur asked as though it was the most urgent matter.
“I mean yeah at my house and enderchest…”
“No, no, that’s not good as soon as we help Tubbo we need to collect yours as well.” Tommy declared and I smiled slightly at his dramatics.
“And may I ask why gentlemen?” I questioned as we started to walk again.
“Their code is all wrong! It’s all broken and if you have any you’ll just explosively shit!” Tommy exclaimed and I snorted putting a hand over my mouth.
“You should probably watch your language Mr. Innit but this is of the upmost concern then! We must help everyone! But what are you gentlemen doing to protect yourself?”
“We have a disposable sight elsewhere, as soon as we gather everything, we’ll get rid of it!” Wilbur declared.
“Well then let’s get to the nearest ender chest now!” I nodded in-game before sprinting towards Tommy’s house. “How long until it comes into effect Mr. Soot and Mr. Innit?”
“Soon, it’s of the upmost urgency that we dispose of them as quickly as possible.” Wilbur said.
“Actually, I know, I know how I can get there quicker.” Tubbo commented seeing him drinking a potion. “I have a speed pot.”
“Oh thank, oh thank god! Run, run.” Tommy commanded.
“That’s good, potions are really, really good. You should always use potions as often as often as possible where ever you can buy them.”
Now I see where this is going, shaking my head, I still followed all of them towards Tommy’s; Sapnap, Tubbo, and Tommy in front of Wilbur and I as Tubbo let out a confused sputtering.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure, I’m sure something will come up.” Wilbur brushed it off.
“I can hear starting to come up we need to get the blazes rods out! Get it out!” Tommy shouted, causing Tubbo to shout, making confused shouting to happen as I walked through the gates of Tommy’s area.
“Ok! Ok! Ok! I’ve got ‘em! I’ve got ‘em!” Tubbo announced.
“Ok! Hand them to me! Now! Now!” Tommy demanded.
“Take it! Take it! Take it!” Tubbo chanted as he threw them but as Wilbur and I stopped in front of them, Sapnap punched Tommy away and took all the blaze rods.
The shouting quieted as we watched Sapnap in surprise.
“He’s gonna, he’s gonna shit. Just watch him.” Wilbur told us.
“Oh boy.” I muttered, crouching as I backed up with the rest of them.
It became a jumble of words as the boys backed up to what Tommy called the Power Tower but I broke from them, deciding to go around the other building he had called the Cuck Shed, dashing for the ender chest. Sapnap was too focused on them as I went in to see my own gear.
Grabbing the stack of blaze rods, I hesitated as I hovered over my full netherite set, smirking to myself as I already knew the chat’s answer. I muted on Discord looking at my Twitch chat.
“Should I be ready to become the goddess chat? I mean, as far as I can tell, Tommy and Wilbur have nothing and Tubbo has iron but Sapnap now has all the cards with enchanted diamond sooooo…”
Before I had even finished my sentence, the chat spammed yes with the emote of me holding a shield, with a face that meant I was ready for war.
That’s my chat.
I grabbed my armor, axe, and sword but didn’t put it on as I sprint to catch up with everyone retreating towards the woods as I unmuted.
“You tell them why they’re breaking the law Wilbur. Tell them why.” Tommy said as I stood behind Sap and Tubbo.
“They have the, they have the brewing stands. Aren’t they gonna like shit themselves if they have them?” Sap questioned.
“Yeah.” Tubbo realized.
“No, no, no, no, no.” Tommy protested. “We’ve got equipment.”
Everyone stopped as they started talking over one another.
“You really can’t follow us.” Wilbur said once it quieted down.
“What is the disposal system? Can we see it?”
There was a brief silence before Wilbur spoke.
“Yes, yes. Come with me.” He sounded hesitant but still lead us further into the woods. “If you come with me, we’ve, uh, got a mobile disposal unit out here. That we’re using to, dispose of it.”
Over the hill, I could see it and I muted my discord as I snorted once more, a hand over my mouth muffling it. It was an RV, a van.
“This is all about drugs isn’t it?”
I unmuted as I listened.
“I’m going to ask that you don’t come inside.” Wilbur instructed.
“Yeah, you have to stay on the other side of the river please.” Tommy agreed.
“It’s dangerous. It’s dangerous.”
I watched Sap get closer, carefully following behind him as they protested. If anyone was going to fight the, “operation”, going on here, it was him.
My assumption led to be correct as Sapnap spoke.
“Wait, Tubbo, (Y/U/N), I don’t think it’s a disposal system.”
“Wait, it looks like a drug lab or something.” Tubbo went.
Wilbur started muttering to Tommy as Sapnap sprinted towards the van.
“Are you guys…? I need to look for myself.” Sap said before going into the van, I quickly following having tried to block him but got pushed in.
He went into the back room with Tubbo, I being able to see in and see the line of brewing stands.
“These guys are…”
“You guys are drug dealers!” Tubbo exclaimed, pulling a sword.
I looked at Tommy and Wilbur before stepping forward, showing my netherite one, making Tubbo step back.
“And so, what if they are? What are you going to do about it?” I asked.
“We have a court house for things like this!” Tubbo reminded us.
“Who says they’re going to court? You aren’t the law.”
“Are you with them (Y/U/N)? Have they’ve gotten you addicted to, to this?” Sap questioned.
“No, I’m not an addict to anything.” I huffed as I typed to Wilbur. “So, I suggest you just hand over those blaze rods.”
You whisper to WilburSoot: Distract him to face away from me.
“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Tommy, I think, I think we should go.” Wilbur said moving for the door out.
“Where are you going?” Sap quickly asked following them so they didn’t get away, turning his back to me.
I smirked as I glanced at the chat seeing the spam of emojis as I equipped my gear, Tubbo retreating further back into the van, terrified of my armor. I shook my head at him in-game before putting a shield on, stepping out.
“All of you are going to court.” Sapnap declared on the other side of the river.
I leaned into my mic, putting on my crazy sing song voice. “Think again~!”
I crit him with my sword, setting him on fire, causing him to scream as he dove for the water. He blocked with his shield but I dove in with no mercy and hit him with my axe before using my punch bow to push him out of the water. He started sprinting away as I ran after him.
“What are you doing?!” He shouted.
“Taking back what isn’t yours!” I grinned before critting him three more times before the text appeared in chat.
Sapnap was slain by (Y/U/N) using [The Goddess’s Sword]
“Mr. Soot. I suggest picking this up.” I said as I leaned back in my chair, everyone silent except for Sapnap protesting.
“How could you do that?! You’re going to team up with drug dealers?! This isn’t allowed!”
“Oh yeah? I think the text says it all. You got KOed by the Goddess bitch.” I smirked as the chat shouted out pogs and cheered. “General 2 men!”
I switched Discord rooms as Wilbur came over picking up Sapnap’s gear getting the respective achievements for the blaze rods and diamond gear. Two pings went off in Discord, I laughing as the silence was filled.
“Holy shit! That was insane! Holy shit!” Tommy kept shouting. “Sorry mum!”
My laughs died to giggles as I looked at Wilbur.
“Soooo, you guys need a little hired help?” I asked. “Because, that was my application Mr. Soot.”
There was a moment of silence.
“Fair enough. What’s the price for your services Ms. (Y/U/N)?” Wilbur questioned.
“Wait Wilbur, a WOMAN helping us?” Tommy questioned now.
I chuckled as I came towards Tommy, who backed up quickly, leaning into the mic again. “You want to question me?”
“No! No ma’am! I’m sorry ma’am!” Tommy quickly sputtered.
“I didn’t think you’d be quite so…intimidating Ms. (Y/U/N). You seemed quite nice after all.” Wilbur spoke up.
I leaned back again as I noticed Tubbo’s name tag no longer in the van. “It’s all about appearances Mr. Soot! Take a look at your lovely van! Seemingly innocent on the outside but all the excitement in the back. All good business men and women know that you need to have the good exterior but when the time comes, you need to stab a bitch. And I don’t need any payment, just a place in your business and the supply when I need it.”
He chuckled. “Alright, well welcome to the team Ms. (Y/U/N).”
“Excellent! Let’s get to work.” I clapped my hands before going into the van with the two of them.
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Wilbur had been trying to desperately take the bit back on track. He hadn’t planned for someone to just derail it as such but then (Y/U/N)…She stepped in from nowhere with stacked gear. The psychotic but beautiful sing song voice had given him a shiver as he watched in shock as she slayed Sapnap with ease. As he was stuck in his shocked, silent state and grabbed the gear, he noticed his chat spamming the words, The Goddess.
Was that another name for her? Was she an expert at PVP the same as Dream and Technoblade? It would explain how Dream might know her. Another highly praised PVPer? He would have talked to her.
He just hadn’t expected such intimidation from the lady that had brought flowers to every new player on every server she had been on; the same lady that called people Mr. and Ms. and gentlemen. It was quite interesting, Wilbur wondered if she was like that in public, polite and kind until the situation called for another girl.
Maybe he should get to know the woman himself.
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Blood Bound
header image courtesy of one of the biggest Lady Dimitrescus simps i’ve ever met.
This is the first and last time i will ever write anything so be prepared. Also i’m not the best writer so some parts might be very rushed and sloppy sorry. Idk how to post on tumblr either and also i’m on mobile so sorry for weird formatting issues :)
A little background I wrote this as a presentation thing with my friends so it’s not gonna be good. Also this is the first time i’ve ever written smut so sorry i guess?
Warnings: NSFW of course, uh very kinky probably, swears in this warning, f! Reader, reader is a vampire pls let me have this, IT MAKES SENSE FOR THE STORY PLEASE LET ME HAVE THIS, vampires need sleep i guess idk just fuck let me live, fluff at the end bc im a whore for that kinda shit, probably ooc for Lady Dimitrescu but like idk her character other than dom mommy milkers so, blindfolds, binding arms? what is it called??
All of your senses returned to you very slowly. You didn’t know where you were, or why someone had taken you in the middle of the night, but for some reason you felt safe. You could feel the cold damp floor of the cell you could only presume you were in and you could smell rotting flesh and the wet metal that surrounded you. You could hear the dripping noises of falling water coming from somewhere in front of you, and the sound of footsteps slowly approaching. The only sense you never regained was your sight. You could feel the soft fabric that covered your eyes and made a reasonable guess that your host for the evening had blindfolded you.
“Have you awoken my darling?” Ah, speak of the devil. The person that belonged to that sultry voice was one Lady Dimitrescu -- the countess that you have met with several times before and every encounter has somehow ended the same way. You remember the first time you met the 9 foot tall woman. It was 1920, and as the child of a wealthy eastern european count, you were required to attend the galas that were thrown. During one such occasion you happened to run into Lady Dimitrescu, and had unfortunately uncovered her secret. At the first sign of danger a normal person would have run, but who were you to judge? After all, aren't you two essentially the same?
That was the first night, and the begging of a long mutual relationship between the two of you. A whirlwind of passion, anger, misery, and lust was the only way you could describe these past decades you have spent with her. Everytime you left her embrace, you couldn’t help but long to be in it again no matter how angry you were. This on again off again relationship had persisted through generations, and you would be damned if you would give up now. She had introduced you to your friends who had shared the same beliefs, and made you feel welcomed. She had been there during the downfall of your family's power, and she was there for every milestone. You had to admit, your life was tied to this woman if you had liked it or not. Every night you spent apart was agony, and every moment you spent together was bliss. You have eternity, so what's the use in spending anymore time apart?
This night felt different. It wasn't normal for her to seek out your company, so why has she all of a sudden? And since when has she been this gentle? If it was like any other night she would have already had her way with you and thrown you to the side. Tonight was definitely different.
“My dear turn towards me.” She demanded, and you obeyed, crawling your way to the direction you think she might be in. You found her in the corner of what you think is a cell. You could tell she was sitting in a chair so you sat on your knees in front of her.
“Ah, isn’t this better darling? Everything is as it should be.” You could hear the sound of her claws extending -- and then you felt as she dragged the nail across your cheek, across your lips, and down to your chin.
“My love, head up. This way I can see your beautiful face.” She spoke as she lifted your head with her sharp claw. “Ah this beautiful face, the one that has tormented my dreams for far too long. Isn’t this much better?” You nod, what does she mean tormented her dreams? Over these past years you understood that this relationship was not one out of love, so you never gave yourself hope that she might feel the same as you. Even as her words sounded like a declaration of longing, you refused to dream. An intimate relationship with her, even one without love, was enough for you. As long as you could remain at her side for the rest of eternity you would be happy.
She sighed, “No matter, tonight is somewhat of a celebration, and as I am in a good mood I have sought you out. So where shall we start?” You hear the claw retreat back into her hand and her start to stand up, towering over you. “Lets get you out of these clothes hm?” She grabs you by the neck forcing your body down to the ground, cool gloved hands start roaming all over your body, loosening and untying the thin clothes you wore to sleep that night. “Ah beloved, how I had missed this.” Her mouth descended onto your neck where you could feel the warmth of her saliva as she sucked on that tender spot. You whimpered, moving closer into the bigger woman, although this isn't the first time she has marked you like this, it still sends tingles down your spine. Your hands started to roam as Lady Dimitrescu moved her way from your neck to your chin, and finally to your mouth: enveloping you in a deep kiss. Your back arched to be closer to the woman on top, deepening the kiss. You could taste the reminisce of blood and the sweet wine she had been brewing for years. Tonight really was an important celebration. You couldn’t control yourself as both of your bodys moved in tandem, your hands moving down her back.
She pulled away, leaving you gasping for air, “Now now my dear, you know the rules. No touching without permission. Now let's get these hands out of the way hm?” You could feel as the warmth from her body moved away, leaving you semi-naked on the cold floor. You couldn’t tell where she had gone, nor how long she was gone for -- every minute without her felt like agony anyway.
Her footsteps finally came back, “On your knees,” she demanded, and you moved without hesitation. “Both arms behind you.” Again you moved without thinking, obeying every word. You could feel as some soft fabric was slowly wrapped around both of your wrists and then tied, you could guess that it was the same silk as the one around your eyes.
“There, isn't that better darling? Now lay back down, I will loosen you up.” A claw extended and you felt as the rest of your already loose clothes were torn off, including your slick underwear. “Hm?” she laughed, “Already ready for me?”
“Yes mistress.” you nodded, spreading your legs slightly.
“Darling you know I love it when you call me that.” Gloved hands traced their way from your neck, to your breasts, down your stomach, and finally rested on your thighs. “Hm? What should I do darling? Shall we continue?”
“Yes mistress.” You begged, wiggling your body hoping for her hand to end up in that place you wanted it. You begged for her to give you release, begged for the thing you missed the most over these years.
“Hm? Shall I grant you your requests? Maybe you should beg some more first.” Her hands suddenly moved, finding their way back up to your breasts, hands playing with your nipples. You squirmed, wishing that the woman would give you what you wanted.
“Please mistress,” you begged, pushing yourself onto her thigh. Your cries fell on def ears as she continued to play with you. You started grinding on her thigh, pleading with your mistress to take you. “Please Lady Dimitrescu, please help me.”
You felt her hot hands finally leave your chest, “Fine, I shall grant this one request to you my beloved.” Suddenly you felt a gloved finger push its way inside you, forcing itself deeper in, her other hand went back to playing with your breasts. You gasped, moaning as she started moving around slowly inside. You tried to move yourself down onto her hand, allowing sweet relief. Her unoccupied hand made its way up to your neck and she started choking you.
Her tempo picked up as another finger made its way inside. The sounds coming out of you were ungodly, she had you crying out in pleasure. “Do you like that my dear?” she called out from on top of you. You could only nod your head and cry out something akin to the word yes. She was moving even faster and you could feel the pressure inside of you about to explode, you begged your mistress to please release you, but she wouldn’t budge moving faster than she had ever moved before. You were moaning and screaming in pleasure, you silently thanked whoever was up there that you were in a castle otherwise you would probably have a noise complaint by now. Her movements had you writhing around, grasping for anything with your bound hands. You brought your legs and wrapped them around her, opening yourself up for her. You were desperately grinding against her hand, your walls tightening before you could come.
“Eager now aren't we, well my love shall I let you come?” Although you were blindfolded you could see her smirking face. You called out between moans, crying for her to let you. You were begging and pleading, you must have looked so pitiful but in that moment you wished for nothing more than to come undone by this woman's hands.
“Lets see how loud you can be.” You felt your walls close down on the fingers inside of you as you screamed out in pleasure, the pressure finally being released. You could feel your juices coming out as orgasms wracked through your body. The pleasure was too much for you to handle and before you knew it you passed out.
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You awoke in a very comfortable bed, the feel of the satin sheets under you cooled your body and sent shivers all over. You had realized that both the blindfold and your arm restraints were gone, and your body had been cleaned up from last night's activities. You were wearing a thin nightgown that only accentuated how cold it was in this room. As you looked around you finally saw the face of the sleeping woman next to you. Strange, you had never awoken next to her, no matter how vigorous the previous night's activities were she always left before you woke up. You giggled quietly to yourself, last night must have been a special night indeed. You saw sunlight streaming in from the large windows on the northern wall of this bedroom casting itself onto her. She had never looked more beautiful in your long life. You reached out your hand and started softly stroking the woman's face and hair, careful not to wake her. You traced your way from her forehead down to her lips, pausing there slightly. Last night was different, it wasn't bad, it was in fact very good. It was just something you never thought would happen for the both of you. As you look at the face of sleeping Lady Dimitrescu in front of you, you couldn’t help but wonder what your life would be like if you two had a different kind of relationship. Your thoughts were cut short when you felt two arms snake their way around you and suddenly you were pulled into the woman's arms.
“What are you doing awake so early my little dove? You should rest some more, last night must have been very taxing on your body.” Lady Dimitrescu spoke. You were shocked to say the least. Over the decades you have known the Countess, you have never been in her arms like this. This is what you had dreamt of for so long, wanting to feel true, romantic love from this woman, and now that you are here you felt as if you could cry.
And cry you did. Before you could stop yourself you felt the tears falling down your face and onto the clothes of the woman holding you.
“My beloved what is wrong?” Lady Dimitrescu frantically spoke as she tried to wipe the tears out of your eyes, “What is the matter? Please tell me.”
“It’s truly nothing,” you finally croaked out after minutes of sobbing. You must have looked ridiculous like this. How could you really think that she would love you like you love her. You are nothing compared to her.
“If you are crying then of course something is wrong. Please tell me darling, I hate to see you so sad.”
You hesitated. Was it really alright to tell her the thoughts that have plagued you for generations? You didn’t want things to change between the two of you. Even if you were just treated as a play thing, as long as you could stay with her you would do anything. “I love you. I have loved you for years, and you will never reciprocate how I feel. I am nothing to you other than a toy you can throw away at a moment's notice. But still I wish to stay by your side, even If I am nothing other than that. Don’t let my feelings change our relationship. I only want to stay with you.” The tears came back but you wouldn’t let them fall. You were stronger than that.
You felt her hold on you tighten as she brought you closer to her, lips brushing over your forehead and over your eyes. Her mouth moved around your face, kissing away your tears.
“Beloved who ever said I never felt the same way?”
to those liking this at 2 am: 📸📸📸
#lady dimitrescu#x f!reader#vampire reader#smut#blindfold#binding#idk what else to put in the tags#mommy issues#big mommy milkers#sub! reader#dom lady dimitrescu#lady dimitrescu x reader#you can treat this as a y/n but i never said a name so idc#lady dimitrescu fic#what game is she from?#resident evil?#i don’t remember#i’m not a writer
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its currently 2 an and all I have on my mind is hermit!tommy. i cannot sleep until I’ve written this idea.
before we start though: 1) I don’t watch the dream smp (I’m a disgrace, I know) like I watch dream, tommy, fundy, tubbo etc., I just don’t have the time and energy to watch and catch up on the smp. (I do know the basic lore, storyline, etc though) 2) I only watch grian for hermitcraft (im goddamn awful, innit?) so the others will probably not be mentioned. 3) I’m using mobile tumblr. now that you all officially hate me, let’s get on with the idea! {lowercase intended}
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grian wasn’t too sure that he had actually seen tommy at first. he had been taking a walk around his, well, “zedaph’s”, base, and his starter base, trying to figure out a way to get the deed to his mansion back. while he was thinking of some sort of prank, a head of head of blonde hair in the window of his hobbit hole distracted him. his hobbit hole was long abandoned, and he doubted anyone would go there for any reason, so he believed he had a right to be intrigued or concerned.
grian slipped a couple of golden carrots into his off hand, and held his sword in the other, ready to fight if need be. he walked in through his door, and took a look around. nothing looked out of the ordinary, until he heard quiet breathing coming from his enchantment room. he slowly climbed up the stairs.
when he got there, he felt himself tense up. a blond male stood there, a battered iron sword held infront of him.
the male was tall, taller then grian, sure, but remarkably so. his face was protected by a broken mask; white, plain, and with a faded smiley face on. he had dirty blond hair, put up in a tiny ponytail.he had a slim figure. he wore a red and white shirt. his body was tense, and ready to hit.
grian wasn’t sure what he should do. should he tell xisuma? he was the server admin, and they usually didn’t add people halfway through a season, but how else was the guy supposed to get in, unless he was whitelisted by x?
the blond seemed to tense up, and backed up slowly, only to panic when he his back hit the bookshelves. grian sighed, putting away his sword, and instead facing the male with empty hands.
”who are you?” grian asked, in a intrigued, even worried, voice. the blond seemed to tense. grian noticed how scruffy and ragged the guys clothes seem to be, having even a few torn off bits, with clear scars and cuts underneath. “listen, I’m a pretty chill guy, I won’t kill you,” grian said shrugging his shoulders. he was going to add a comment about only killing people when he needed their head, but he decided not to, I case he scared the stranger even more.
“t-tommy,” the male said. tommy seemed to tense even more when grian accidentally spread out his wings, something he does when he’s thinking. the guy stared at them in awe, consequently letting his guard down ever so slightly. he immediately noticed this, and refocused his mind.
“well then, how did you end up here, jungle bandit 2.0?” groan asked with a smirk.
”i...” tommy paused, then his eyes widened as the realisation hit him. “i don’t know.” tommy let his sword down, trying desperately to remember how in the gods’ name he ended up in the jungle.
“well, if you can’t remember, then it must've been a glitch, right?“ grian finalised, until tommy said something.
”no, I mean, the glitch part yes, but... I fell in lava after the green bastard attacked me, and then there was the void and...and... I got an fuckin’ achievement? ‘the end?’ fucks sake, I don't understand this shit!”
grian took a good look at the man (sounded more like a boy, to be truthful) and gestured for him to put his sword down.
“well, I don’t know where you’re from, or how in keralis’ head you got here, but honestly, you look feral, so you’re coming with me.”
grian walked ahead, and looked behind him every now and then, just to check if tommy was still following. tommy followed at a distance, but followed nonetheless.
grian was fascinated by tommy, and tommy was fascinated by grian’s wings.
fuck that took way to long. i think I might write another part, lmao.
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5 times tony comforted Peter and the one time Peter comforted Tony
This is for @bluesweatshirt for the friendly neighborhood exchange!
(also i’m really sorry i couldn’t add in a cut off on mobile)
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1.
Peter wasn't a sad person.
He wasn't too sad when his parents didn't come home from their business trip. Yeah, he was sad when Ben died- he died in front of him for god’s sake- but he didn’t show it, he sucked it up and helped May with the new struggles with money.
Peter wasn't sad, no. He was tired though.
God, he was so tired.
It had been two weeks since homecoming night and Peter was catering between not being able to sleep at all and waking up every night from nightmares.
This night was different, though.
Because for some reason… Mr Stark was in his nightmare.
It was never anyone but peter. Always Peter stuck under rubble, falling from a plane, stuck in the fire. Never anyone else so why now would it be Mr Stark?
That wasn’t exactly the first thought on his mind when he woke up.
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Peter woke up with a start, breath stuck in his chest, tears already escaping his eyes.
He threw the covers off him, needing to be free from the confines, before reaching for his phone.
He’s hurt, mr stark’s hurt and he can't help him- oh god he can't save him-
“Hello?” Mr Stark’s groggy voice shook him out of his thoughts.
“Mr Stark?” Peter asked, almost scared for any reply.
“Pete? You okay?” His mentor’s voice took on a new tone. Worry mixed with… something.
“Yeah, sorry, i just- I’m sorry for waking you- I’ll hang up now-”
“Peter. Are you okay?” The question made him want to cry, made him want to curl up and let it all out with how safe it made Peter feel.
“Yeah I’m-” he took a breath, “I’m fine,”
He could tell the billionaire knew he wasn’t, “Okay, well you might as well help me anyway,”
“Help you?”
“Yeah, i've been up for hours trying to figure this problem out,” He lied.
“O-okay”
The mechanic explained the problem to him, Peter letting the words wash over him, breathing through the explanation. He pretended not to notice when Mr Stark didn't ask for his thoughts, when he reminded him to breathe every now and then, just letting his words soothe the kid from the evident panic attack he’d just gone through.
God, he was so out of his element.
Maybe this was a good thing- maybe it was good for him to comfort this kid- this kid who he barely knew. Just for tonight, only tonight.
2.
Tony was tired. No, scratch that- he was fucking exhausted.
He was pretty much ready to drop on that wednesday, ready to curl up in his king size bed and sleep for 16 hours straight.
And yeah, maybe he forgot it was lab day.
Peter walked- more like stumbled- through the lab doors, somehow racing and also shuffling to his seat, dropping his bag with a thud and sitting in his chair in almost the same manner.
Peter’s hair was messy, curls more unruly than usual, and Tony would bet that if he could see the kid’s eyes, they wouldn’t look healthy.
“Hey kid,”
No answer.
“You okay?”
A delay, then a slight nod. Peter still hadn’t put anything in front of him, just simply sitting at the desk.
“You wanna skip lab day today?”
Peter’s head shot up, eyes wide and concerned. And yeah, Tony was right, he had dark bags under his eyes.
“What? Is something wrong? Do you need me to leave?” Tony raised a hand to stop him.
“No- no- I mean more like…” He didn’t know how he was going to say this, “I’m pretty tired right now, do you wanna just order a pizza and chill out on the couch?”
Peter looked at him suspiciously, before nodding, already getting up and heading to the other room.
Yeah, tony thought to himself, you’re doing okay
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Peter was passed out on the couch within 5 minutes, remote laying in his limp hand and head lolled to the side awkwardly.
Tony brought the pizza in, setting the boxes down on the coffee table and gently shook Peter awake.
“Hey, kid,” He whispered as Peter woke up, matching the tone to the dark room, “You wanna have something to eat? Or at least get into more of a comfortable position,”
Peter nodded groggily, sitting up so Tony could sit next to him, legs touching as Peter moved closer. Tony raised his arm up and around the back of the couch, resting on the teenager’s shoulders and allowing him to relax into the billionaire.
Tony put a random star wars film on the tv, letting it drift into background noise as the kid fell asleep next to him.
For years, Tony had been scared of fucking a future kid up, becoming his father and eventually pushing everyone away. Somehow, now, his fears have receded, his mind reassuring him repeatedly.
He trusts you. You’re doing okay.
3.
Peter woke up under rubble.
No, no, this wasn’t a nightmare. The air was too thick, dust invading his airways. He choked on it as he took a breath. It was too dark, way too dark, the rocks were crushing him, piercing his skin in multiple places. He groaned with the weight, reaching for his watch instinctively.
He pressed the side button three times, letting red light illuminate his surroundings and trying to breathe with the rubble pushing down on his chest.
His watch lit up blue, and Tony’s voice started speaking through it.
“Peter? Pete- you there?”
“Y-yeah I’m here” He choked out, a waver in his voice.
“Okay, how are you feeling, kid?”
“I- The rubble- it’s crushing me- i can’t-” His breath started to speed up at the reminder, panic invading his senses.
“Kid- kid! You gotta calm down, okay? We’re getting you out now, i promise- we’re gunna get you out real soon- but you gotta calm down for us to do that, okay?”
Peter made an affirmative noise, closing his eyes and trying to even out his breaths. His memories were resurfacing much quicker than he could cope with and Tony’s voice was only helping slightly. Peter didn’t know what he was saying, letting the noises meld together in his mind as he calmed himself.
After a few minutes- or hours, he didn’t know- he’d calmed down somewhat, finally able to focus on the voice coming out of his watch.
“We’re getting you out of there now, kid. You’re doing so good for me, Pete- just keep breathing for me, okay?”
With the panic receding now, Peter was much more aware of his surroundings. He was also aware of the fact that his brain was slowing down, unable to process things as quickly as he normally could. There was a reason for that in the back of his mind but he couldn’t reach it.
There was something wet underneath him, soaking up into his clothes, he didn’t like that. He wanted to move away from it but only made it hurt worse when he tried- he cried out in pain.
“T-tony!”
There was a scuffle on the other end of the line- “Yeah, pete? You okay?- what’s happening?”
“T’ny- t- tony! T’y please- g’t me out- please- please- i- i can’t-”
“Peter- what’s happening?”
“H’rts- my- my chest- there’s- it’s-” The panic was back now, confusing him even more than before, “S’mthing- und’r- something wet- under me- t’ny please-”
“Shit- Peter- Pete- breathe, okay kid? Breathe for me. We’re gunna help you,”
Peter took a breath, then another, and another, steadying his heart before whimpering when the rubble shifted, “Kid, we’ve almost got you. I need you to stay awake, okay? We’re gonna get to you soon but you gotta stay awake so you can tell us if we move the wrong thing, okay?”
Peter made an affirmative noise again, wanting nothing more than to move away from the pain, but listening to Tony.
Tony talked again a while later, surprising Peter when he did.
“Pete? You still awake for me, bud?”
“Y-yeah im- im here,”
He heard Tony breathe out slowly, “That’s good, Pete. We’re only a few feet away from you, but the next thing we’re going to move is gunna shift some stuff, okay? Tell us if it hurts you, okay, kid?”
“Okay- I’ll tell y’u”
He waited a few seconds, hearing some movement to his side, before the rubble shifted and his legs screamed in pain. He only let out a grunt, not wanting to stop the team’s efforts, and only a moment passed before he saw his father figure knelt down beside his head, cradling it with one hand. He smiled up at him.
“T-tony-” He sobbed.
Tony nodded, “Yeah, yeah, kid, i’m here now. Sorry we couldn’t get to you sooner but I got you now, i promise. You did so good for me, bud,”
“Good?” Peter’s eyes were closing now, relishing in the relief of pain after hours of panic.
“So good, kid. I’m so proud of you for staying calm. You can sleep now, okay? Let us do the rest.”
He smiled up at his mentor again, letting his eyes close and his body relaxed as his mind gave in to the not-so-distant pull of sleep.
4.
Tony woke up that morning to a call from midtown tech.
Of course, he was confused as to why Peter’s school would call him at midday on a random tuesday.
“Is this Tony Stark?” The caller sounded dubious- doubtful.
“Yes, it is,”
“This is Julia calling from midtown tech. Are you the emergency contact for Peter Parker?”
“One of them, yes,”
“Would you be able to pick Peter up soon?” Tony was already getting some more presentable clothes on, worried as hell.
“Yes, of course. Can I ask why?”
“To be completely honest with you, Mr Stark, I don't even know. There’s a police officer in there with him right now, and that’s all i know.”
Tony froze. A police officer could only mean two things, and Tony didn’t like either option.
“I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” And with that, he hung up.
Peter practically fell into his arms when he walked into the office. Tony instinctively went to cradle the back of his head as he processed everything that was happening. One of those things being that Peter was crying.
Peter was crying.
He wrapped his arms around the teenager more firmly as the police officer stepped toward them.
“Mr Stark, I’m officer Langford,” Tony nodded curtly towards him, waiting for an explanation.
“You may want to sit down for this,”
It took some time for Tony to maneuver Peter into a more comfortable position on the couch in the corner, the kid not wanting his mentor to see his face- in fear?- but they got there in the end.
The officer sat down in a chair opposite them, “I’m sorry to tell you this but this morning May Parker was involved in a car accident, she was rushed to the hospital but unfortunately, she was pronounced dead on arrival-” Peter held him slightly tighter, “We called you here because you were Peter’s second emergency contact, and in situations like these, we need a temporary home for him. If you agree, you can take him home now, and if not we can move him to a separate-” Tony held a hand up to cut him off.
He moved the hand back down to rub across Peter’s back, meant to be a soothing gesture but somehow made him more tense.
“I’ll take him now, and i can sort out the paperwork for a… longer arrangement soon,” Officer Langford nodded before wishing them well and leaving, but Tony didn’t pay any notice, his mind too caught up in what just happened.
It wasn’t caught up in May’s death, somehow in the back of his mind, he knew, he knew that police officers didn’t just show up at a kid’s school for no reason. He wouldn’t have been called if it was anything else.
No, it wasn’t caught up with that.
It was caught up with the fact that Peter- his kid, his Peter- upon hearing Tony’s agreement to take him in- he lost all tension in his body. As if he was relieved, as if he feared Tony would leave him, as if he would abandon the kid he’s grown so close to lately.
Tony couldn’t process it.
“Hey, kiddo, can you look at me please?” Peter minutely shook his head, burrowing into Tony’s shirt even closer than before. His tears had long since stopped, now just seeking comfort from the billionaire.
“We’ve gotta be clear about some stuff, okay, bud? Just a few minutes and then we can go back to whatever this is,” Tony wasn’t good at this.
But, still, Peter pulled back from their embrace, head turned down towards his legs.
“Kid-” Tony was stuck for words, “i want you to know that you can stay with me for as long as you like, okay? If it’s just for this week, for a while or if it’s for the rest of your life, okay? I need you to understand that i’m going to stick with you through all of it, anything you need from me, I’ll get it for you,” He took a breath, “You’re not alone in this,”
Peter crumpled.
As if against his own command, his body surged forward, arms clumsily reaching for his father figure, breaths coming through as gasps, head still downturned.
But still, Tony caught him.
__________
Tony took Peter back to the tower, he set him up in his room, gave him food and sent him to bed. He figured they’d deal with talking about it tomorrow, after some good sleep and a long fucking think about how Tony feels about this kid.
That went to shit at around 4am.
Tony was up on his feet before he could process the scream, legs rushing him to the only inhabited room on his floor. Pushing the door open and hoping for the worst.
He really didn’t expect to see Peter in the corner, bed sheets crumpled around his feet, breaths barely present.
He kneeled down a few feet away, unsure about whether Peter needed him close or not. But upon seeing the kid reach out a trembling hand towards him, he surged forward, pulling the teenager into his arms.
“It’s okay, whatever it is, it’s okay, we’re safe. I’ve got you.” He repeated in hushed whispers, rocking the two of them back and forth.
It was only a few minutes later when Peter responded to him, breathing normally now, hand clutching his mentor’s shirt as he mumbled into his chest.
“Couldn’t- couldn’t save y’u- i- i can’- can’t do i’- pl’se t’ny-”
Tony hushed him.
Peter repeated the mantra for another- god, tony didn’t know how long- until tony was finally able to hush him. The billionaire carefully picked him up, walking him the few feet over to the bed and laying him down in it.
Tony hesitated by the door, before hushing his brain of all negative thoughts, turning off the light and retreating back into the teenager’s bedroom. He climbed into the bed with the kid, curling up next to him- relieved when Peter immediately turned to cling to his chest.
Slowly, he fell asleep.
5.
To say Peter was worried about this mission was an understatement. Him and Tony were going undercover together and honestly… it was already awkward.
The thing is, Peter wouldn’t have any trouble going undercover normally but now, they were going in as father and son.
There was this guy- this villain they’d started calling the ‘poisoner’- who was targeting father and son couples, poisoning the son and leaving the father with the body until they were found. They’d tried everything to arrest the guy but… he kept getting away- going undercover was the only option- the last ditch attempt before the avengers started knocking on doors.
It was weird how Peter was more scared to act like Toy was his dad, when he could actually die if the other guy got the upper hand.
_______________
They were sat in the hotel room, waiting.
They saw the guy- the poisoner- earlier at the bar. He’d followed them all night, back to their room but… he hadn’t pushed his way in, always staying just too far away to be apprehended by Tony.
It took a few hours for there to be a knock at the door, Tony standing up and casting a quick look at Peter before going to answer it.
He opened the door to see him- the guy- the poisoner- dressed up as a waiter or something, pushing a cart in front of him.
“Can i help you?”
He smiled, “Room service, sir,” He started pushing his way past Tony.
“I’m sorry, but we didn’t order room service,”
The poisoner turned around quickly as he heard the door blow shut, quickly pulling Tony into a headlock and facing Peter, who was frozen in the shock of it all.
“Now I’m going to say this one time only,” He ignored Tony struggling in his hold, pulling out a gun from his waistband, “There’s handcuffs under the cart. You’re going to cuff yourself to the bed or I’ll blow your dad’s brains out,”
Peter moved slowly, sliding off the bed and keeping his hands visible. The man was the same height as Tony and didn’t look much bigger than him. Tony should be able to get out of his hold easily- there was a reason he couldn’t- and now he had a gun to his head.
He reached under the tablecloth, feeling the cold metal and pulling out three sets of handcuffs. He moved over to the bed again, cursing the hotel for having actual bed posts, and cuffed his left wrist to the bed, laying down on it to make himself more comfortable.
The man then pushed Tony away from him, pointing the gun at Peter this time and making fear rush through him, “Now you- cuff his other hand to the bed,”
Tony hesitated, making the man cock the gun, and Tony then quickly moved towards Peter, efficiently cuffing the teenager’s wrist, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance that didn’t do much to reassure him.
“Pull the chair away from the desk,” The poisoner commanded, “And cuff your hands behind it,”
Tony did so immediately, not risking Peter’s safety again. Only once he was situated did he start talking.
“You know you’re going to regret this,” The poisoner laughed.
“You really think so, do you? I know you’ve got this room bugged, i know the avengers are probably on their way here. But I’m here to send a message,”
“And what message is that?”
He paused, pulling the lid off the metal plate he brought in on the cart, it revealed a neat line of six vials, all full of a blue liquid.
“You need to pay for what you did,”
__________
As it turns out, the poisoner doesn't actually inject the poison.
No, that would be too merciful.
Tony’s handcuffed to the chair he’s sat in, facing the bed. The same bed of which Peter, his kid, the teenager who he’d grown to care for so much in the past year or two, was handcuffed to in an ironic parallel. Father and son. Mentor and mentee. Tony, the merchant of death, destined to lead anyone he comes into contact with to a gruesome fate.
Peter happened to be that person.
Tony remembered the first few days after the fight with the rogues, how he regretted taking Peter with him, knowing he was going to ruin the kid. The few months after had only solidified that claim, and so he’d taken the suit.
There was no way he was getting out of the situation now.
The poisoner- that son of a bitch tony was going to kill as soon as he could get out of this damn chair-
The poisoner, had strapped a mask to the teenager’s head, slowly screwing in a vial of that fucking liquid on either side.
And now he was breathing it in- the gas- the poison that Tony just sat there as he’d been strapped down.
Now, Tony thought it was bad enough when he’d had all those thoughts running through his head, memories of Peter before they’d gotten to know each other, before Tony had taken him in. He thought that had been bad enough.
But no, it was so much worse when all those thoughts suddenly screeched to a halt.
Because Peter had just turned his head, linking eyes with Tony, a desperate plea moving between them.
Because Peter was scared- he looked terrified.
There were unshed tears laying in his tear ducts, enough to easily see as you looked at the kid. His lips barely visible within the mask but from what Tony could see, they were held in a strained frown, lips being bitten.
Peter moved his head towards his mentor, linking eyes with the man. And that, right there in that moment, was when the teenager let go.
“T-tony-” A sob cut him off, choked out between his lips.
“T-tony please- i can’t- i don’t-” Tony shushed him from where he was sitting.
“Kid- Pete- I-” Tony was speechless, all known reassurances dying in his throat as soon as he’d thought of them, what were you supposed to say to a kid who was dying and you couldn’t do anything about it?
“Tony- please- dad- i can’t-” that kicked his instincts into gear.
“Kid, you need to stop talking, okay? The team’s going to get here soon, they’ll get this shit out of you and you’ll be okay, then you can tell me whatever you need to when you’re better, okay?”
Peter nodded, eyes still wide with tears but he listened to the billionaire. and somehow, that made it so much worse, the kid would follow him into fire if he asked him to, and now Tony got him into this situation.
Tony wanted nothing more than to look away from what was happening, as Peter breathed in the poison, helpless to do anything, but he couldn’t not be there for the kid. He needed his father figures comfort.
“he’s right, the teams gunna get here soon, i don’t know when but we’ll get you out of this as soon as we can, and then we can spend a week watching all of the star wars movies, and the clone wars if you want, anything you want kid”
The poisoner was sat in the corner of the room, on the other bed. He was watching them, watching Tony desperately give his kid comfort without being able to touch him.
Tony looked at him, “you’re a fucking psychopath, you know that, right? he’s 16, he’s just a kid. why don’t you kill me instead if you want me to pay so much, huh?”
The poisoner chuckled, standing up to walk over to them, “If you die, you wouldn’t feel the pain i did as my kid died in front of me, i’m going to make you watch as your kid suffocates in front of you”
He got two new vials, replacing the almost empty ones. Peter’s wheezing had gotten a lot more prominent now, trying desperately to bring in air.
Tony’s always been around death, it greets him at every corner. but every time, someone else dies instead of him, or at least, they come close to it.
He doesn’t know what he’d do if Peter dies.
______________
He’d already changed to the last set of vials now, Peter's breath was barely there.
Tony was fucking terrified, obviously.
The team was close, he was sure of it, but that had been what he’d been telling himself the whole time.
They were barely minutes out by his assumptions, but he didn’t know if Peter had minutes, vials nearly empty as the liquid in them turned to gas for the teenager to breathe in, slowly suffocating him.
He was still facing Tony, eve after this long, still trusting him to save him. Even as his body could barely pull in breaths, eyes drooping, they didnt stray from his face.
“Peter, you gotta keep your eyes open, i know it’s hard, i know- but you’ve gotta stay awake for just a few more minutes. We’re gunna help you, but you just gotta stay awake,”
Peter looked at him sadly, but his eyes stayed open and Tony counted that as a win. He started to say something but Tony shushed him quickly.
“It’s okay, kid. Don’t try to talk. We’ve been over this already, you can talk to me after the team gets here- star wars marathon and everything, remember?”
Peter’s eyebrows creased inwards, and Tony’s heart dropped. Either he just forgot about that whole part of their conversation or… or…
“You just gotta stay awake for me, okay? I believe in you kid, dont let me down,”
_______________
The door seemed to explode inwards when the team got there, Tony didn’t look up.
He didn’t look up as they arrested the poisoner, Bruce and sam moving to Peter, while two others moved to get Tony out of the seat he was in.
As soon as the handcuffs were undone, he surged forward, one hand reaching for the kid’s- which now rested on the bed after being released- and the other going to rest in his curls. Tony quickly wiped the tears off the kid’s face, staying away from his mouth as the others tried to give him as much oxygen as he needed.
Peter choked on a sob when he realised Tony was there, mouth slightly upturning even as another oxygen mask was placed over his face.
“I’m here kid. I’m so proud of you for staying awake, okay?” He looked to bruce, as the man looked away from Peter’s vitals, nodding to Tony now, “You can go to sleep now, I’m so proud of you kid, it’s okay,”
Peter’s eyes didn’t leave him, even as he fell asleep.
Tony cried as he was carried away.
__________________
Peter woke up in the medbay. That was his first sign that something bad happened.
The next sign was his mentor-father-figure-dad asleep on the side of his bed.
Peter’s eyes widened as he saw the tear tracks lining his cheeks. Tony never cried, not even when he dropped an engine on his foot that one time. If Tony was crying now, this- whatever it was that happened- it was bad bad.
“Tony?”
Tony startled awake, as if he meant to be on guard, and took one look at the kid in front of him before reaching for Peter and bringing him into his arms.
“Oh my fucking god, kid. Holy shit, you’re okay. Oh my god-”
“Tony what happened?” Was the teenager’s muffled answer, not complaining about being smothered in his da- Tony’s shirt.
“There was this- this guy we went after- had to go undercover and he got to us and he poisoned you, kid- and i couldn't- i couldn't do anything about it- i just sat there and you- you did so good-”
Peter shushed him as the memories arose in his mind, “Tony, can i talk for a second?” He received a nod in reply, “You called the team, Tony. I didn’t, you did. They got there in time and now I’m okay, aren’t I? You did everything that you could, if anything i should've done something, I’m the one with powers here. No- i know- i couldn’t have done anything but you were there the whole time telling me to stay awake and i did, Tony, because of you.”
Tony didn’t say anything, seemingly processing what the kid said. He looked up slowly, tears falling down his cheeks, leaning forward and pulling the kid into a hug again.
Slowly, Peter got tired, nearly falling asleep in Tony’s arms. So, of course, Tony moved into the bed with him, pulling the kid to rest his head against the man’s chest.
“I got you, kid, don’t worry. You can go to sleep,” Peter didn’t know if Tony was reassuring himself or the kid.
Stil, nonetheless, Peter seemingly couldn’t hold back from murmuring a last thought as he fell asleep.
“Love you, dad”
Tony froze for a moment before replying, “Yeah, i love you too, kid,”
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a3 weekday morning routine headcanons bc i have brain rot
- anyways its chaos. there’s 20 fucking people in this dorm why wouldn’t it be
- 7am sharp izumi is walking around the dorms banging pots and pans so the
students + itaru can gtf up and get ready for the day
- azuma got his dorm soundproofed
-homare recites his poems very loudly and if that doesn’t get you up and ready then your name is tsuzuru and nothing will
-omi/and or tsuzuru (if he’s not in a writing coma) have been up makin breakfast for everyone. id imagine that those two and izumi cycle through breakfast duties
-sakyo is up too being menacing enough to actually get the boys to leave their rooms
- sakyo draggin itaru out of his room by the ponytail...
-taichi, without a doubt, always seems to be doing last minute homework on the breakfast table. its like a fucking curse
-tsumugi is perched over the desk with him unhelpfully not giving him the answers, much to taichi’s pain
- “i want you to figure out how to do this yourself so you can learn!”
“yEAH WELL TSUMUGI ,THE BUS IS PULLING UP IN FIVE MINUTES I REALLY DON’T HAVE TIME TO LEARN THIS PLEASE JUST TELL ME WHAT PERPENDICULAR MEANS AGAIN”
-juza and tasuku begging and pounding on the door to use the bathroom because banri and azuma are still in there
-sakuya can never find all of his uniform. either it’s his tie, his sweater, or his shoes that are missing, and they’re in new spots everyday
-(it’s kamekichi. kamekichi moves his uniform because hes a bastard)
-misumi always ends up finding the uniform (and other lost things) bc he’s constantly combing over the dorm for triangles. izumi pays him for his service with onigiri
-masumi has to be dragged out of bed by izumi, much to her dismay, because now she has a 16 year old boy with a bad case of morning breath attached to her ankle
-kamekechi squawks out the time for everyone
- kazunari vidoes the morning chaos and uploads them to his instablam. one of his highest rated videos is him filming kamekichi screeching out the time and someone off camera throwing a cushion at him and absolutely obliterating the bird. it was yuki
-citron is lining up bookbags and lunchbags by the door but they’re organized in such a way citron might as well of just dumped them on the floor and called it a day
-the absolute panic that ensues when kamekechi says the hanasaki bus and the ouka bus are pulling up. sakuya can't find his uniform, taichi is still doing his geometry homework, masumi hasn't eaten breakfast, and banri is still in the fucking bathroom
-all the boys run out of the dormitory one by one, citron and misumi handing them their bags while izumi counts them off
- “one, two, three, four, five,- BANRI! GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM YOUR BUS IS HERE!”
-if ur ready by certain times u can get different rides. 7:30 is when sakyo pulls out, thats the early ride. the buses come at 7:50, thats like the average time. beyond that is the itaru mobile and god knows when hes pulling out
-the hanasaki high drop off is set up so cars have to go through a big loop before dropping their students off. itaru hates that fucking loop with his entire life. there’s too many fucking cars and traffic is slow as hell. he swears to his PC that if fucking little timmy takes five minutes getting his bookbag out of the goddamn trunk of his mommy’s car again itaru is just going to floor it.
-itaru has had to sign in the late students so many times that the old lady secretaries know him by name. some of them flirt with itaru and he’s never been more uncomfortable in his entire life.
-when taichi and banri r late they use the “morning acting practice ran late” like a fucking crutch
-tasuku doesnt drive anyone in because his role is to ferry all the shit the students forgot at home to the schools
-st. flora's starts an hour later so muku and yuki go up into the practice room and wait with hisoka until the morning chaos has subsided
-while the st. flora boys are getting ready winter troupe + misumi and citron are on clean up duty to get the dorms looking back before the morning tornado swept through
-omi has a really bad habit of being oblivious to the chaos around him and doing literally anything else besides dealing with the current problems
-omi voice: i made ramen for everyone!!
izumi voice: yes you did and im very thankful but we could have REALLY used the extra hand to find sakuya's uniform
omi: ah
- one time muku opens what he thinks is his brown bag lunch and finds three bottles of black cherry white claw and nothing else. azuma and izumi have to explain to the st. flora’s principal about the situation while sakyo goes and buys bento boxes and a label maker for everyone. he has sakoda write up a strict policy about labeling your lunches before you put them in the fridge.
-(kind of a tangent but they have a lil team bonding activity where they all go into the lounge and decorate their new bento boxes!! they put their signatures and flower motif on them. yuki's, omi’s, kazunari's, and banri's look amazing, and hisoka used the labelmaker to put his name on his and called it a day. homare put his motif on it and forced him to at least sign his name. misumi got a triangle bento box. kazu used his art school magic begging a friend to borrow their sticker maker to make misumi a waterproof super mr. triangle sticker. misumi carries his bento box around everywhere for a solid two weeks afterwards)
edit: y’all really seemed to like this So. i made a blog @a3-headcannon-hell
#a3!#act addict actors#a3#act! addict! actors!#izumi tachibana#tsumugi tsukioka#taichi nano#banri settsu#muku sakisaka#yuki rurikawa#citron a3#misumi ikaruga#sakyo furuichi#azuma yukishiro#hisoka mikage#homare arisugawa#tasuku takato#juza hyodo#kamekichi#kazunari miyoshi#sakuya sakuma#masumi usui#itaru chigasaki#tsuzuru minagi#a3 headcannons
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