#used the last of my brain power now i just retire for the evening

[idkfitememate]

So anyway this is the newfound brain rot because I got to many ideas, not enough for a fic, but it’s gonna distract me from others so here we go lol-

(Also yeah Grandpa I’m in a manly mood)

Note from weeks later: Nah this bitch a fix tf-

“Tell me about my Дедушка*.”

Capitano looked down at the ginger with contempt. It was often now, since Dottore had let it slip - curse that bastard - that Tartaglia’s Grandfather was a Harbinger. Apparently the boy had been raised to think that great man was simply a lowly solider, not one of the most powerful men in Snezhnaya.

When he heard that, Capitano had never wanted to kill a family more.

They hid your legacy from their kids, how dare they keep living as thought they had any right!?-

He sighed.

The boy continued to bother the much larger man at any chance he got, borderline begging - or now was he? Maybe he crossed that line ages ago - the man to tell him anything about his grandfather.

War stories, tall tales, hell even DRINKING stories, the 11th would take any.

It wasn’t like his Grandfather wasn’t alive, Childe could leave the palace right now and go ask you, seeing as you lived with his family.

But what Childe wanted was to come home one day in a boisterous manner and shout at his parents:

“You LIED you FEINDS!!! How DARE YOU LIE to not only ME but the REST OF YOUR CHILDREN about their ГРАНДФАТЕР?!? And to YOU, ГРАНДФАТЕР, ALLOWED THEM TO LIE!!! How COULD YOU?!?”

But he held to much respect for both them and you, even if his father sent him off as thought sending his blood thirsty son to join the Fatui would do anything. It was like sending a polar bear to a penguins nest, he had no clue what his father was thinking.

No matter, because you were there, showing him moves and teaching him tricks and giving him tips. Though, he still felt a bit betrayed at the fact that you even hid the fact that you were one of the strongest men in Snezhnaya.

“You truly wish to know boy?” The sharp voice of his superior snapped Childe out of his head. A quick nod was enough to bring Capitano to a nearby chair and sit, Childe quickly following.

“He was brave, I can say that much… He was around before me and had made a name for himself long before I even dared touch the Fatui, let alone graced its ranks.”

Childe took in the information like a sponge, absorbing everything the man said.

“They called him Большой хищник Севера*, a powerful title I’m sure you can see. It is said that before his accident, he had not lost a single man in war or battle, but after, he only lost seven men, one of each nation.”

Childe looked on in wonder. Only seven men… in the entirety of his Harbinger career? He knew the Doctor could never account for that.

“Wait… his accident? Do you mean..?” “Yes, when he first received that scar across his face, marring it, that was the first time he lost a man, someone near and dear to him as I’ve heard. I was only then truly climbing the ranks when this happened… a pity. But he wore that scar, and his friend’s Vision, with pride.” Childe gaped.

“Wait, you mean to tell me that-“ “Yes, Tartaglia, that Vision he carries in his eye, as well as arm and ear, back and finger, even his heart, they all work. They are the last pieces of his closest comrades. He’d rather die than give them up, I’ve heard. Unfortunately the strain of using them forced him into retirement, but he comes when we call.”

Childe’s eyes widened as he screamed.

“WAIT THEY WORK?!?-“

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“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-“

Ajax looked on in awe at his Дедушка. The nearly ten foot tall giant of a man, with a full beard and furry body hair to boot had just pulled a huge fish out from beneath the ice sheet they currently stood on while ice-fishing, bare handed.

Your roaring laughter echoed through the tundra as you held the fish up proudly. You grabbed the then four year old and hoisted him onto your shoulder, that which he could fully sit on and still have some room. His hands latched onto the side of your face but that didn’t seem to phase you, as you continued your loud laughter. The cause of your laughter, being that the fish was the same size as Ajax.

“LOOK AT HOW LARGE IT IS, МАЛЕНЬКИЙ ОДИН*!! SHE IS THE SAME SIZE AS YOU BWAHAHAHAHA!!”

Ajax’s entire body shook as you continued to laugh, giggles beginning to bubble up from his own mouth.

He watched as your Hydro themed earring bounced around as your body gyrated up and down from the mere force of your laughter. His laughter grew until the two of you were basically screaming out through the tundra.

You sighed and - while still chuckling - wrapped an arm around the boys waist and began walking back home. Of course, not before grabbing the bucket filled with other fish from your fishing trip.

Ajax didn’t want to say anything, on account of the fact that it would’ve been disrespectful of course, but your arm that was wrapped around him was bumpy and hard and cold, not unlike a certain place on your chest, though it was just super cold.

The arm was usually covered in more layers or a bunch or bandages wrapped around it to soften its shape and surface, but Ajax could still feel the sharp points and edges, though he never minded.

Eventually you both made it back to the house you shared with his family, and ducking under the doorframe quickly alerted the family of your presents.

“ГРАНДФАТЕР!!!!” Ajax’s two younger siblings - a third was on his way, Teucer would be his name - ran up to you jumping at your feet. You chuckled more and let their heads, greeting each.

“Tonia, Anthon, calm yourselves!! We were only gone a few hours hah hah!!” The two only cried out in joy louder, wrapping themselves around your legs. You stumbled for a moment before walking forward as if they weren’t there.

A man and a woman watched as you walked into the kitchen and subsequently the freezer - ironic considering where you lived - to drop off the fish before waltzing into the living room. You plopped down in the couch, first removing Ajax’s coat and then your own.

The two on your legs let go and smiled up at you, the man and woman - Ajax’s mom and dad - walked over a gave you smile, a hand landing on your shoulder.

Your smile widened.

Archons you fucking loved your family.

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Archons you fucking hated these enemies.

These fuckers from Natlan were resistant little fuckers. You chop off a hand and they’d still keep fighting.

You were growing annoyed after hours of fighting, blood drenching your uniform and absolutely caking your hair, something you knew would be a bitch to get out from experience.

Your right hand of the time, a Natlander by the name of Eztil, was beside you through the whole fight. He wielded large war hammer made of various precious metals and stones, as well as prettified wood; it swung through the skies, heating up the air as his Pyro vision burned bright. Much like you, his battle-hungry smile was long gone, replaced by annoyance as he squished another enemy beneath his hammer, blood spraying across his already bloody face.

“UGH! I’m getting bored nouehuepo*!! When are we going to be finished?? I am growing hungry and wish to challenge you to another eating contest after this!!” He shouted, completely ignoring the man running at him with a knife, whom was taken down by another Fatui member.

“I do not know приятель*. But let us continue until no other man stands but us!” And with that, you both continued swinging. You with your fists, sickles and hammers, him with his war hammer and bursts of flame.

Your movements were in sync, almost like a dance as you ravaged the battle field. You had each others back, making you both the most dangerous force on the battlefield.

If only it could’ve stayed that way.

It was a second. A second to look back at your friend to make a mental check.

Then you felt a searing sensation on the side of your face not looking at him. Eyes quickly looking back, a knife was embedded in your skin and a man had his foot on your chest. He smirked, then dragged the burning hot knife up, towards your eye, but before you could fully react.

Everything went white in that eye, then black.

Then, the most searing, burning, awful sensation you had ever felt.

Your scream silenced the battlefield as you bat the man away with the knife still embedded in your flesh, his body skipping across the land like a stone on a lake. Eztil’s eyes landed on you, which was just enough time for another attack.

“EZTIL!!!” You screamed.

…

A sword embedded itself through his chest. Both your eyes widened as your hand left the knife in your eye, reaching out to your now falling comrade.

You refused to cry, because he’d live.

That’s what you said to yourself as you rushed over to him, not minding your injury.

“Eztil, don’t you DARE fucking close your eyes, do you understand me?!?” Blood bubbles from his lips as his breathing slowed. A tear slipped from his eye as one of his hands pressed against your cheek.

“Nouehuepo… take it.” He whispered. Your gaze became confused as you stared at the dying man.

“What..?-“ “My vision. Take it. She shall be of service to… y-you.” He let out a harsh cough, his blood not staining your skin, making you flinch.

“No. It is yours приятель, I could never-“ “It is my last wish. Y-you wouldn’t deny a d-dying man his last wi-sh, would you?” You sighed, smiling at him.

“I don’t want you to die of enemy hands, so would you allow me to do the honors?” His grin widened, a glint in his eyes as he laughed, which quickly turned to hacking up his lungs.

“O-of co-urse!!” He smiled, and you smiled as well. Your hand flew up to the knife in your eye, and tore it out, not caring for the fountain of blood that squelched out. You also didn’t mind the large flap of skin that fell from your cheek, revealing the musculature of your face and your gums and teeth.

“Goodbye, my friend. May you find many fights in the afterlife to satisfy your bloodlust.” He grabbed your hand with the widest smile you’d ever seen in him.

“And ma-y I see you I-in that place!” Your hand came down onto his head, knife imbedding itself into his skull. Then, you raised your arm and planted the knife tainted with you and his blood now into his chest, striking his heart head on.

The light died from his eyes and his vision, but you quickly picked up the small red jewel which had been attached to his hair. Wiping it off, you leaned back and held your hand forward, before slamming the damned thing into your eye.

The battlefield suddenly felt as though it was atop a volcano itself, the air heating up and ash seemingly falling from the sky. You gripped your friend’s weapon, testing it in your hand and grip, swinging it slightly. Your hands pressed to your waist and your hand tilted to the sky, and finally, you laughed.

Your laughter shook the world, men falling in their asses as you showcased your joy. the air grew even hotter as the vision grew even brighter. Your entire body shook as the ear hammer in your hand heated up to a point where the metals were turning white in heat, though they didn’t melt.

You turned to your men, a wide smile on your face and tears, one trail of water and one of blood, streamed from your eyes.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR MEN?!? LET US FIGHT UNTIL ONLY WE REMAIN!! CHARRGGEEE!!!!”

You continued to laugh as you knocked down tens of hundreds of soldiers in one swipe, the sky nearly turning red at the mere sight of your bloodlust and rage.

That night would go down in history. The night the sky cried blood, the fall of a nation of soldiers, the day Natlan would forever regret.

‘The Night Man became a God”

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You stared at the bloodied Tartaglia- no. You stared at your grandson, Ajax’s bloodied form.

He only looked back at you.

“Well, Дедушка? Have I become a God?”

Holy shit this sucked the shit outta me-

This ain’t the best but I hope you enjoyed might go back and make another of these lmao-

Дедушка - Grandfather

ГРАНДФАТЕР - GRANDFATHER

Большой хищник Севера - The Great Predator of the North

МАЛЕНЬКИЙ ОДИН - LITTLE ONE

nouehuepo - my friend

приятель - buddy

#male reader #x male reader #Genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n #male y/n #platonic #family #Childe!Grandpa!Reader

[seokjinsonlyone]

Twin 👀🎶 where have you been 🎶🎶

You requested and I came/lh

This is less like a list and more like general thoughts I guess, but what do you associate the bts boys with? Like colors or songs specifically. Cause I always associate Joon with blue or like a forest green and Hobi with rainbow colors fr. I always also associate mf doom with Namjoon tho (I could go on about this and about bts individual rap influences but that’s for another day 🙃/lh)

But girlie how have we been? I hope you’ve been doing good 🫶

looolll twiiiinnnnn i’ve been good i think im a sleepy girlie all the time bc i wake up so early everyday but i’ve been well!! thank you for always askiiinnnggg 💞 and thanks for asking this question bc i love it omg

as for colors i don’t even know if there’s like a specific color i put them with personally i think i just go by their mic colors LOL

so joonie blue, hobi red, tae green, jk purple, yoongi black, jin pink, and jimin yellow although do i see jimin as yellow???? maybe white???? undecided on that front

as for songs tho hmmm

i know for sure earlier i was listening to for all the dogs again right and another late night came on and i was like oh i know me and tae would be vibing to this also idgaf with yeat like we would get down so bad to those songs fr but also! whenever i’m listening to like laufey or d4vd or any of those like alt pop jazz type songs i think of tae [another late night // drake ft. lil yachty | this is how it feels // d4vd ft. laufey]

when it comes to hobi like whenever i listen to j cole i think of him for obvious reasons LOL but also okay so during hobis birthday live in 2021??? he was wearing that blue and green sweater it was like a field and it had clouds on it anyway during that live he was playing all the r&b girlies so whenever i listen to like sza or summer walker mariah the scientist MUNI LONG 👀 i think of him like i just know he get it [no role modelz // j cole | love galore // sza ft travis scott]

so for joon i specifically remember him like live updating us on his listening progress when donda dropped so kanye and joon go hand in hand for me like sorry as problematic as he may be his music is so good especially like early 2000s ye like college dropout/graduation era unparalleled truly [all falls down // kanye | no church in the wild // kanye, jay z, frank ocean]

i associate jk with the (k) pop scene! so like the girlies like ms ariana grande newjeans lesserafim which i mean is his own doing like i’ve just seen him sing their songs one too many times like i can sooooo imagine him doing the smart choreo and it pains me that i won’t be able to see it 😪 and the boyssss like justin bieber primarily the kid laroi i remember he had a prettymuch song in his playlist once so when i listen to them i think of him but also silk sonic bc that album had him down bad in 2021/2022 [ditto // newjeans | stay // the kid laroi ft justin bieber | leave the door open // silk sonic]

now with yoongi obviously when i’m listening to trap music i think of him bc that’s the kind of music he be listening to so like 21 savage lil durk kendrick but also the other type songs i associate him with have less to do with him and more to do with the fact that his guitar became his third arm so whenever there’s like a more acoustic guitar based song brain goes yoongi <3 [a lot // 21 savage ft j cole | backseat freestyle // kendrick lamar | the only exception // paramore]

i’ve always felt that jin really just be listening to whatever top 40 hit he hear on the radio or is floating around the internet at the time so fr fr it’s not even any specific genre or style i associate him with like i could really see him listening to anything but i mean if i had to choose probably ballads the most i think bc that’s the kind of music he be singing OH and coldplay they go together obviously and frfr that like movie montage music like the kind of songs you would hear playing after the climax of a movie and the main protagonist is forlornly going through their days living through the consequences of their actions a how to save a life type beat kinda music [easy on me // adele | true love // coldplay // rich baby daddy // drake ft sza and sexyy red]

and finally we have mr park jimin i associate him with usher bc that’s his man crush so whenever i wanna feel the plight of a black man i throw on the confessions album and i imagine me and jimin getting into it i feel like i should associate him with hip hop more bc that’s what he be into like even after hearing face it just be throwing me off that thats the type wave he be on LOL i think it’s bc he’s my soft precious baby like he literally sang serendipity and then his this is jimin dance videos the stuck with you choreo like those vibes cannot be easily shaken [burn // usher | irene // jimmy brown | up down // t pain ft b.o.b.]

#ask #had to go back and add actual songs after bc i was just saying genres LOL #this too forever to think about but i had funnnnnn #used the last of my brain power now i just retire for the evening

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Empty, Obedient, Golfers

Mornings were always the calmest time for the country club, and this one was especially quiet. If you didn't know any better, you'd think everything was just as it should be. As always, the club's most elite members were leisurely strolling through the course. No one noticed the men's strange behavior...or their eyes...

"Sunglasses off, men," Rico broke the silence, unveiling an unnaturally soulless stare, "I think we're far enough out."

The retired entrepreneur could barely hide his excitement as he watched his fellow club members pull off their shades. Each of their eyes were like his: white, blank, and empty. A little voice in the back of his head told him this was good; he was a good slave for bringing his friends under the control of his master. That voice was the only sound in Rico's mind, so he had no choice but to believe it wholeheartedly.

"The master told me he'll be joining us in an hour," Rico continued, letting the smile plastered across his face grow.

He could feel his cock stiffen up at the mere mention of his master. His friends were all the same. Their pants tented similarly, some even moaned at the thought of their enslaver, and one guy just fell to his knees instinctively. These, of course, weren't their instincts, but the only instincts that remained in the husks of these powerful men.

"Do you all remember the tasks our master gave each of you last week?" butterflies filled his stomach as he asked the question. Suddenly, a fire ignited inside him, "Brody! Jameson! Report, now!"

"Sure, Rico," Brody answered for the two of them.

"We've managed to finalize our divorces as fast as possible," a placid grin sat on Jameson's face as he said it.

"It wasn't easy. I had to threaten my wife to get her to leave me alone," Brody added numbly, "I will never speak to her again."

Brody believed every word he said. Ever since Rico had introduced him to his new master, his free will had ceased to exist. He lived to serve at his owner's whim, and when that owner ordered him to leave his wife and take everything in the divorce, he did exactly that. His feelings for Rebecca left with his free will, so he was happy to kick her out and take all her money. His love, attention, and wealth was directed towards his master now.

"We're engaged as well," Jameson reported.

Jameson's brain had been drained similarly to Brody's, except his divorce had been a lot messier. With two toddlers and a baby on the way, his sudden departure threw his loved ones into a frenzy. His friends despised him while his parents basically disowned him. Jameson's only thoughts through the whole ordeal were focused on his master's will. He vehemently insisted that his wife take sole custody of the children. His master didn't want a slave with babies, so he needed that woman to take them away forever.

"Happily, engaged," Brody added.

Both men reached around the other. With choreographed movements, their hands slid up and squeezed their new partner's ass. Both Brody and Jameson knew that they were to be "happy, himbo, hubbies" as the voice in their head put it. That phrase had been bouncing around their empty skulls constantly, ever since their master said it a week ago.

The old Brody and Jameson might have been straight family men, but they were just vessels for their master's entertainment now. If he wanted them to act all queer, then they were happy to do it!

"That's good you two. Keep it up," Rico remarked, "And remember to hold hands in public from now on. The master wants you two to be cat very gay from now on."

Jameson and Brody nodded, squeezing each other's hand as their master was mentioned.

"How about you, Derrick?" Rico continued.

"I've been a good boy for our master," the bulky CEO reported emphatically.

Derrick was right. By all means, he had been a very good boy for his owner. It started at the beginning of the week when he fired his house staff. With a mansion, that included a small army of people, but the little voice inside his head assured him that this was right.

"I signed my property over to our master," he announced proudly, "And I'm getting ready to give my entire future to him too."

"That's good Derrick!" Rico praised, "So you'll be stepping down soon?"

Derrick nodded gleefully. His master was going to replace him as the CEO of his multi-million-dollar company. He would gladly step down and let his master enjoy all the money and power he'd accrued over the years. Derrick's new place in life was a much humbler one. He'd be taking over the dirty work of his master's mansion, serving as groundskeeper, chef, janitor, and even butler. He'd spent his whole week practicing.

Derrick would return from a day of acting like his old self in the office. The minute he stepped inside the mansion, he stripped off that designer suit and pull on something more fitting for a servant. Then he'd go about cleaning and maintaining the estate. His master had yet to step foot inside the place, but he worked hard every night to make sure it was perfect whenever the master did stop by.

"You're not living in his house, right?"

"Of course not. I moved into the utility shack on the edge of the property. It has a hose and a cot. The master said that's all I need."

"He's right," Rico enforced, "And I imagine you'll be getting out of those fancy golf clothes as soon as you aren't in public."

"Yes!" Derrick nodded, "They're just for show. I've got an old jumpsuit in the car!"

Rico was filled with joy. His friends were obeying their master so well! Derrick used to be a prideful, no-nonsense executive, but that sure wasn't the case anymore!

"I'll report next," a new guy jumped in.

"Master charged me with cleaning his shoes this week," Tom continued, speaking seriously.

In reality, the master had almost forgotten to give instructions to Tom. Luckily, the politician's son caught his master before he and the other obedient hunks of meat were dismissed. Thinking on the fly, the master kicked off his dirty sneakers and told Tom to "suck them clean for a week."

Tom was relieved to finally have a task; a special way he could be of use to their master. He quickly picked up the first shoe and started licking. He spent his whole week that way, sitting in his bedroom, sucking every speck of dirt off those old tennis shoes.

"My tongue is really dry, now," he reported, "But they're clean!"

Tom held up the sneakers with pride. After a week of doing nothing else, he'd become rather familiar with the old shoes. He could still taste the lingering flavor of the old gum he'd spent hours working off the bottom of the shoe. The sneakers were a lot whiter than they used to be! Even still, he had the urge to drag his tongue across them a few more times. Maybe he could get them even whiter before their master showed up.

"Me next," came a grunting reply from another one of Rico's friends.

Sebastian raised a heavy arm and aired the swampy pit soaking through his shirt. With some lumbering steps, he brought his underarm to Rico's face, asking, "Do I smell?"

Rico recoiled but collected himself and took a long whiff of Sebastian's rank body odor, "Yes."

"Our master told me he wants me to smell like crap," Sebastian explained dumbly, "He told me not to bathe or change clothes."

"So you're wearing...?"

"...what I was wearing last week," Sebastian finished, "I haven't taken my clothes off for anything."

It was true. Sebastian left his clothes on for all seven days. As a tennis instructor, he didn't look too out of place wearing a golf polo and chinos, but a lot of people began to notice as the sweat began building up in them. After a few days, it was intolerable, and he was asked to go home and clean himself up. Of course, he didn't. The voice in his head told him to keep it all on and just sit in his funk until the master could appreciate it.

"Is he going to like it?" Sebastian whined, shoving his moist armpit even closer to Rico's face.

"Yes!" Rico managed, unable to escape before his friend covered his face in pit sweat.

Rico whipped his head around and stared at the rolling green hills of the golf course. He needed his master to be there soon. All of the golfers were becoming unbearably horny. They couldn't stop imaging their master, the guy that had once been their caddy, finally being in their presence again. Sure he was nineteen, skinny, and riddled with acne, but none of his slaves cared. They just wanted him to be there to boss them around and tell them what to think.

Like he had been manifested by the men themselves, their master came over the hill and into view. Dopamine flooded each of their minds, but Rico started to panic!

He'd been put in charge of both enslaving his friends and keeping them enslaved. Rico knew it was a big responsibility; at least, that's what the voice in his head told him. His internal monologue also reminded him that he would whack himself in the balls with a golf club for each man that failed to follow the master's instructions. He had only checked half of the master's slaves!

Rico hoped the others had been just as diligent as the first half. He wouldn't mind the physical pain. He wouldn't even mind seeing everyone laugh at his self-punishment, but he couldn't bear to disappoint master. He had to be useful to the master. It was the only thing any of them were good for anymore...

#gay mind control #gay ai art #hypno story

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Safest with You (Ch. 10 - The Afterglow)

6.1K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Summary: Din stays the weekend.

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please). Smut with fluff, next day aftercare, kissing, bathing, oral (f receiving), boob slapping, unprotected PiV, slight daddy kink, slight degradation kink (discussed, Din is a respectful king), tons of pet names as usual (sweetheart, baby, pretty bird, babygirl, etc.)

A/N: This is actually a bonus chapter in that it was not in the original outline; I dunno - just really wanted to see what the day after their first time looked like 🥰 I felt a bit self conscious about the last chapter but I quite like this one! Also - even though reader calls Din "old man", there is no implied age gap. I call my husband an old man all the time and he's only 2.5 months older than me (he just acts like such a freakin' old man sometimes 😂😂)

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You wake the next morning when the bed jostles lightly; opening your sleepy eyes, you blurrily make out Din getting out of bed.  Taking a moment to admire the powerful muscles that lay dormant across the expanse of his back, for the first time you have the chance to see that Din has a tattoo beneath his left shoulder blade.  You study it for a moment, it looks to be some sort of animal skull with a narrow head and tusks; making a note to ask Din about it later, you yawn, “Good morning.”

Din turns and smiles, crawling back onto the bed he leans in to give you a soft kiss, “Good morning, pretty bird.  Sorry, was trying not to wake you.”

“I’m a light sleeper, don’t worry,” you grin lazily, still in a half-dreamy stupor from the evening before, “Are you sneaking out on me, Djarin?”

Din throws his arm over you, pinning you beneath the covers and wiggles his bear paw of a hand under you to start tickling; you shriek with laughter, trying to squirm away.

“Can’t get rid of me that easily, sweetheart,” Din chuckles at your feeble attempts to escape; he stops poking and uses his hand underneath to pull you in close, kissing you with tenderness.  Before the kiss can deepen, you’re both made aware of panting breaths coming from next to the bed.  Turning, you smile wide at Al who was lured into the bedroom by the loud sounds of laughter and is now waiting patiently, tail wagging, to be included.

Reaching over you to rub Al’s head, Din kisses your forehead, “Baby, was going to take Al for a walk and pick up some breakfast.”

“I can come,” you start to say, before a yawn over takes you.

“Sweetheart, you rest.  I’ll be back soon.  Need you to be fully recovered from last night, so you can refuel… and be ready to fall apart on my cock again,” you can feel his smirk against your lips as he kisses you eagerly, conveying that he’s not yet had his fill of you.  Your moan is involuntary; extricating your arms from your sheets, you wrap your arms around Din’s neck and pull him in with renewed hunger.

“Pretty bird, I should go,” Din mumbles, making no effort remove himself from your embrace.

“Mmmhmmm,” you hum, more than your wakefulness starting to stir.

*Bark*

Oops.  With difficulty, Din pushes himself off of you to give Al his full attention, two hands rubbing all over his furry head and ears.

When he’s left you to snuggle back under your covers, you call out, “Keys and leash are on the foyer table.  There are spare toothbrushes in the guest room bathroom next to the kitchen,” before closing your eyes and letting your sleepy, arousal muddled brain take over your body.

With Al trotting by his side, Din looks back to see you already snoozing peacefully, so serene and beautiful with your hair fanned out on your fluffy pillows, and he looks down at Al to whisper, “Aren’t we lucky?” before heading out.

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The remainder of Saturday passes comfortably and lazily. 

Din comes back with breakfast sandwiches to find you making coffee.  In truth, you are a little sore, and not just in your core where you expected; you silently curse yourself for all the times you dismissed Pilates as “a fad” when you feel the strain in your hips and your upper thigh crease.  Though you try to hide it from Din because you know he’ll feel bad, he’s an ex-boxer trained to look for weakness in his opponent, and he picks up on your little winces as you bring over the steaming mugs to your breakfast table on the balcony. 

Immediately he rushes to your side, “Pretty bird, I hurt you,” eyes worried.

“No, no, I’m okay – I’ve been neglecting my yoga,” you joke, but make sure to kiss him affectionately and reassuringly nuzzle his jaw to show Din there isn’t anything to be concerned about.

Far from being placated, Din insists that he run you a bath after breakfast so you can soak and relax; you don’t argue, but make him promise to join you.

Honestly, you love baths, and given the time, you’ll soak in one for hours with a glass or two of wine; you’re sure today’s bath will be relaxing in a totally different way.  Filling the hot water with more salts and bubbles than usual, you lie in the water with your eyes closed, letting your aching muscles melt until you’re toasty and pliable all over for when Din joins you.  When he comes in, you sit up and cross your arms over the side of the tub, resting your chin on your arms as you watch Din undress, trying not to stare.  His naked physique in the daytime is somehow even more impressive than it was last night.  He towers over you, a mountain of a man, impossibly broad – he isn’t chiseled or as cut as he probably used to be, but his body is still muscular and a force to be reckoned with.  You can’t believe you were able to house all of that between your legs last night; no wonder you’re sore.  Once again, your eyes spot the litany of scars and marks from previous fights (in the ring and out, you’re sure); you beckon Din to come closer with your hand and when he’s within reach, you trace your fingers from scar to scar, drawing a connect the dots picture with the water droplet trail your fingers leave behind.  You look up at Din, eyes full of worry for wounds that have long since hurt, but still pain your heart nonetheless.  Din cups your chin with his hand and says softly, “Should have seen the other guys, pretty bird.”

Your fingers continue their trail down below his belly button, eyes hungry.  Even soft, Din’s cock is impressive; thick and girthy, your mouth waters slightly as your hand wraps around – an easier feat than yesterday when it was hard and throbbing in your mouth.  You’re not sure how long you stay lightly working Din’s length, proverbially and literally drooling, but when Din’s semi hardening cock jumps in your hand, you’re startled out of your daze; Din chuckles and tells you to scoot forward, he’s coming in.

You wanted to sit behind him and help wash him, but that would have defeated the purpose of giving your hips and pelvis a break, so instead, after Din slides into the tub, you sit between his legs on your knees and face him to wash his hair and his body with a little pouf. 

Din is in hell.  You’re once again sitting pretty on your knees for him, this time naked, wet and soapy; his hands are holding you gently by your waist and even there you’re supple and inviting.  He wants you to relax and recover, so he’s vowed not to fuck you until later, but he’s having to tap into years of trained self discipline in order to not sink himself into you right in this tub.  He forces himself to look away from your perky, sudsy breasts, and instead watches your face as you focus on washing him with an adorable look of concentration. 

He thinks he might actually die when you lean over him, pressing your chest into his shoulder and clavicle so you can reach and scrub his back.  All he has to do is tilt his head to the side and down a little and he would be able to bite and suck on that tantalizing flesh; luckily, you save him from himself, “Din?”

“Yes, pretty bird?” hoping you don’t detect the strain in his voice.

“What’s this tattoo?” your fingers tracing the Mythosaur skull; the more you look at the tattoo, the more fearsome it looks.

“Oh,” Din laughs, “…that’s the Mando insignia… we all have it tattooed.”

“Like how the actors from the Fellowship have the 9 tattoo?  Or all of BTS has 7?” you tease.

“Yes,” Din rolls his eyes, kissing and then lightly biting down on your shoulder, “exactly like that… nerd.”

Sitting back on your heels, you straighten your arms, pressing them close to your sides so your boobs are pushed up; you’re not entirely unaware of the effect your nakedness has been having on Din, his growing arousal evident even through the bubble foam.  If he wants to be teasing, you can too.  Pushing out your lower lip for effect, you pout, “Alright cool guy, how come that particular design for the Mandos?”

Din’s eyes are about to pop out of their sockets and his ears tinge pink, “Some of the Mandos went through a D&D phase… Woves found it in a book about fantasy monsters and creatures when we were kids; it’s supposed to be a Mythosaur, like a giant dinosaur, dragon with tusks.  It seemed pretty badass when we were 8.”

You giggle, god he’s so cute.  “It is badass… nerd,” you smile, kissing him lightly once, twice, then a third time in succession.  Turning so you’re facing away from him, you sit between Din’s legs and lay on his chest, “I like it.”

“Thanks, pretty girl.  Sorry I called you a nerd.”

Nuzzling in to his chest, you say light heartedly, “Don’t be sorry.  I am a nerd, and it’s a very cool thing.”

“Very true.  Also, I don’t even know what the second thing you said was,” Din admits.

“Omigod, old man, BTS?!?” you turn up to look at his face, disbelieving.

Little tease.  Din can’t hold back his hands any longer, “Old man?  You’ll pay for that, sweetheart.” Still wanting to leave the lower half of your body alone, he reaches out of the water to give your breasts that are resting above the waterline two playful slaps.

The first slap has you yelping in surprise, but the second has you moaning from the light, but pleasurable sting.  Right away, you feel a wetness between your legs that has nothing to do with the bathwater.

“Oh, does my dirty little slut like that?”

“Mmmhmmm, yes, please, Din.”

Din reaches up and palms your breasts, one in each large hand, covering them completely and groping them rougher than he would normally.

“…daddy,” you sigh.

“Tell daddy what you want, pretty girl.”

“Fuck.. Din.  Want… w-wan… want you to pull on them.”

Fingers rolling your nipples before pinching them gently, Din gives them both a little tug, much to your delight. 

“Ahhhhhh… oh yes, daddy, just like that,” you moan, melting back against him, feeling his hardness pressed against your back.

“Didn’t know my good girl could moan like a whore,” Din whispers hotly in your ear before pulling on your nipples a little harder and releasing them, letting your tits bounce before slapping them like before.

“Holy fu---, oh daddy, that feels so good, love it when you play with my boobs... ohhhhh yessss.”

Din starts sucking on your neck and dips a hand below the water, reaching for your pussy. He swipes two fingers against your slit to find your slick already coating you, “Sweetheart, this for me?”

“Oh god, Din, yes, all for you… please, please need you to fuck me.”

Din stills his hands and returns them to a more innocent position, wrapped around your waist, “Oh pretty girl, we can’t.  You’re still sore.”

You roll in his arms so to face him to plead your case, “Please, daddy.  You take such good care of me, I’m all better.  Want you.”

“Baby –,“ it’s not fair that he has to somehow say no to these big doe eyes you’re giving him, “don’t want to hurt you.”

Crawling up his body, you tuck yourself under Din’s chin and press kisses to his pulse point, “You won’t, daddy.  You only make me feel so good.  Do you need your little slut to beg for it? Please, please, Din.  I need you so bad.”

Fuck. “Let’s get out of the tub, pretty bird.”

Giddy at having gotten your way, you’re practically bouncing as you and Din towel off, and when Din guides you to the bed by the small of your back, gently pushing you up onto the middle of the bed.

“I’m not going to fuck you, sweetheart.”

Your head snaps up, “Wh-“

“And you’re not going to get my fingers.”

“Dinnnnn,” you whine before he cuts you off.

“…I’m going to eat you out until I have you running down my chin.”

“Holy Fu-,“ you don’t even finish your thought as you have to sharply inhale when Din pulls you closer to the edge of the bed by your ankles, gently places your legs over his shoulders and starts lovingly trailing kisses down your inner thigh.

Then he makes you come with just his mouth and his words:

“Such a pretty pussy.  So sweet and perfect,”as he licks long, strong strokes up and down your slit.

“Love how wet you get just from my mouth.  Such a greedy, needy slut,” as he explores your folds with his tongue, swirling and gliding through the most sensitive parts of your cunt.

“Give me those moans, baby girl.  Need to know if my little whore likes what I’m doing to this pretty hole,” as he drinks in your moans and makes the most obscene slurping and squelching noises while open mouth kissing every part of your pussy.

“Come on, sweetheart, soak my face.  Want to drink you up,” as he teases your clit between his teeth before closing his lips over your swollen bud and builds, builds, and builds you up until you topple off the edge, grabbing his hair as you seize, screaming “Daddy!”

You can still taste yourself on his tongue after Din crawls up your body to pepper your mouth with kisses, tucking you into bed before climbing in under the covers to join you. 

“What about you, Din?” you murmur into his neck as he holds you close; knowing you’re too pliant and boneless to argue, he tells you he’ll be fine as you drift off into your nap.

---

Later in the afternoon, the two of you go for a leisurely (and happily pain free) stroll around your neighbourhood with Al, where you proceed to point out all the food places of note; happily, you let Din select an assortment of pastries for tonight’s dessert from a local bakery and try not to side-eye him too much when he doesn’t choose the Portuguese egg tart.  No one’s perfect, you suppose, smiling to yourself. Once back home, you get started on dinner at the kitchen island, cutting up the bread for tonight’s panzanella.  Din is facing you, sitting on a high top at the bar side of the island, helping you organize the ingredients into little bowls when your cutting board gets too full.  Content chatting nonstop while you prep, you smile at Din and ask, “Why did your dad name the gym ‘Mando’s’?”

Smiling back a big grin, Din points to a pad of paper and pen, to which you nod, “You ever watch Back to the Future, pretty bird?”

“Of course, I love Michael J. Fox!”

Din starts writing on the notepad, “Well, before it went bankrupt, DMC had a repair garage where the gym is now.”  He turns the paper towards you, where you see he’s written:

Manufacturer Certified DeLorean Repairs

“Then before the movie even came out, the company went kaput and abandoned the building and the lot.  A couple of years later, Dad bought it for real cheap, and started to fix the place up to turn it into a gym and a place for us to live.  The neighbourhood was a bit rougher back then, and for some reason, maybe because the movie was so popular at the time, people kept stealing the letters on the sign out front.”

Taking the pad back, Din draws a few short marks on the paper before turning it back to you, “When we moved into the apartment on the top floor, this was what was left.”  When you look, you can’t help but laugh, “Oh my god, they took so many.”

Manufacturer Certified DeLorean Repairs

Grinning, Din takes the pad back for a second time, “Dad and Boba tried to scare the kids into leaving it alone, but I think the challenge just motivated them more.  When the renovations on the gym were about done and dad was ready to open, this is what it looked like:”

Manufacturer Certified DeLorean Repairs

“Dad didn’t want to spend any more money, so he got up on a ladder with a bucket of paint and a paint brush, added the apostrophe and the word ‘gym’ underneath, and that’s how ‘Mando’s Gym’ was born,” Din recounts wistfully, “I think if anyone didn’t know the real story, Dad used to just say Mando was his grandfather’s name or something.  He never found out that Paz and I were the ones who stole the last ‘u’.  I think Paz still has it at his place.”

“That’s so cute,” you grin.  You love how Din talks about his dad; it’s so evident that he’s proud of their shared history with the gym and strong ties to the neighbourhood.  You can just imagine a young Din and Paz sneaking around the property, planning their great heist, “I bet he knew though.  You two were probably the biggest scamps.”

Din comes around to your side of the island, “You’re probably right.  Dad always knew more than he let on.  And who are you calling a scamp, sweetheart?” He steals a handful of cut bread before pinching you on the bum and escaping to the living room to share his bounty with Al.

---

After a hearty dinner, you and Din put on some tv in the background, and laze on the couch talking about anything and everything: work, dream places to travel, most embarrassing dumb college experiences, extended family.  Netflix and chill, indeed.  You’re sitting with your back against the arm of the couch, legs laid over Din’s lap as he gently plays with and massages your hands.  On the heels of that last topic, you grow a little more serious, and decide to bring up something you’ve been meaning to address, “Din? You know how you told me yesterday a little more about what you and the Mandos do for Boba?”

At this, Din straightens up a bit.  He knew you would have questions and have every right to ask; he just doesn’t know what he’s prepared to answer. 

“I know that the Fett family is important to you, and you’re loyal to them – I can’t admit I’m not curious about… well everything. But I’m never going to, like, interrogate you, okay?  I might have questions, but won’t demand answers because I’m assuming, not all the answers are yours to give.  I guess what I’m saying is it’s okay that you don’t tell me everything, but Din,” and you look at him with pleading eyes, “please don’t ever make me feel like you’re hiding something from me?”

“Oh, pretty bird,” as usual, you prove to be a lot more pragmatic and understanding than Din had been prepared for.  He’s not sure if he’s ever going to stop being surprised by your forgiving and empathetic nature, “I promise I’ll never make you feel that way.  Everything that’s mine, is yours to know if you wish.  You’re right about there being some things that I might not be able to discuss, but you can ask me anything, anytime, okay?”  He kisses your hands over and over, like a humbled subject showing his devotion and allegiance to his queen.  He might be being a little cavalier about it, but he wants you to know that you’re not misplacing your trust in him, and that he in turns, trusts you, “Is there anything you want to know now?”

You think about it for a second then shake your head truthfully, “Right now?  Not really.  Well… maybe just… do you ever carry weapons?”

“Baby, weapons are part of… the religion,” Din tries to phrase it in a delicate, more poetic way, “but, I never carry when I’m in public, and definitely not when I’m with you.  Is that ok?”

Thoughtfully, you nod.  You’ve never felt afraid or intimidated by Din, and his answer doesn’t change that.  Satisfied, you pull up and capture Din’s lips with yours, drawing out the kiss as if sealing in your confidence on the matter.

When you relaxed back into your previous position, but having now reversed your roles so you’re the one giving the hand massage, Din has a completely different question for you, but one he approaches with the same seriousness and care that you did your last, “Pretty bird, I have to make sure something with you.”

You look at him, curious. Din continues, almost shy, “When we’re… in bed… and I call you names…”

Keeping your expression neutral, you think about the side of Din that’s confident, dominant even, who has a mouthy quip for every occasion, and then fondly watch this other Din, the Din who’s easily flustered when he’s trying to be sincere, who is respectful to a fault, almost SHY; honestly, you’re falling in love with both.  But that doesn’t mean you can’t tease him, “What names?”

Din goes beet red and murmurs after a beat, “dirty names..” You stay silent but arch your eyebrows.

“… you know that that’s not what I really think of you, right?”

Oh.  How is this brute of a man, who’s made you come five times in the last 24 hours, so fucking respectful.  You almost feel bad at the giggle that leaves your throat, and you clasp your hands over your mouth so Din can’t see you smile.  It’s absurd.�� This man?  An enforcer for a crime boss? If he hadn’t told you himself you wouldn’t have believed it.  He’s so soft and caring, considerate of your physical comfort and emotional safety.  How is he real?  The other hilarious thought is the idea that you might be offended by some light degradation when really, it turns you on like a lightbulb.

You climb onto Din’s lap, straddling his legs; glad to no longer feel a burn in your upper thighs, you cup his face lovingly and plant reassuring kisses on Din’s face, his lips, his cheeks, his nose, “Oh Din, how did I get so lucky?  Of course, I don’t think you think you mean anything actually insulting or demeaning towards me as a person when you call me a slut or a whore in bed.” Silly man. “In fact, the only reason I even find it such a turn on is because I’m sure that you don’t.  If I even thought for a second that you didn’t value me as a person or a woman, I would never entertain you touching me never mind calling me any dirty names during sex.”

Din breathes a sigh of relief, he loved how you brought out the dirty talk in him, but dirty talk was only hot if you liked the dirty talk, “Ok, baby.  I would never.  You’re the smartest, sweetest, prettiest bird. I’m the lucky one that you even looked twice my way.”

You’re melting, and also incredibly turned on, “You’re so good to me, Din.  That’s why I like it when you call me a slut,” you coo into his ear, “It’s like you’re the only one who gets to see this needy, desperate part of me.  You’re the only one who can give me what I need.”

“Fuck, sweetheart.”

“Everyone else gets to see the good girl too, but only you get to know me like this, a filthy whore that’s desperate for your cock.”

“Goddammit, pretty girl.”

“And you know what else I like?”

“What, baby?”

“I like the idea that you want me so bad, that I drive you so crazy, that you cannot help yourself.  You need to take your little slut so bad that you can’t be bothered to be respectful anymore.”

Din’s face is muffled into your neck, “Yeah, baby, respect you so much.”

“I know, daddy.  That’s why I want you to call me a whore, a slut… then handle me like one,” you pause and give Din a less self assured look, “but… I don’t think I like the word ‘bitch’.  And I don’t want you to call me stupid.  And… nothing said in anger.  Or to humiliate me.  I don’t think I would find that very sexy.”

Stroking your hair, Din kisses you lightly, “Of course, only what makes you feel good, I promise.  Only the dirty talk that makes you feel hot… and safe,”

Punctuating each word with a kiss to Din’s open mouth, “Thank you, daddy.  So good to me.  So respectful.  You take such good care of me.  That’s why you get to treat me like your cumslut.”

“Holy fuck, sweet girl.  Remind me again what else you like,” stutters Din, now thrusting up slightly into you.

“I like being your filthy, needy slut, Din,” grinding down on Din’s lap

“Yes, baby girl.  Daddy’s here, take what you need.”

You can feel Din’s cock pressing into you through his pants, so you lift up to shimmy out of your shorts and panties; climbing back onto Din, you take his hands and guide it towards where you’re already throbbing and aching for him.  Din strokes through your wet folds, sucking in a sharp breath, “Fuck, you are a desperate little slut.  So wet from just talking about how dirty you are.”

Plunging a finger in you and meeting no resistance in your slick hole, he adds another and builds up a steady rhythm, “This what you need, pretty bird?  Need daddy to fill you up?”

Bouncing on his fingers, you cry out, “Yes, daddy.  Please, please, need you to fill me up.  Stretch out this pussy,” you pull your shirt over your head, and let your breasts bounce free.

“Fuck. The tits on you, pretty bird.  And the mouth.  You’re gonna be the end of me,” Din growls, working another finger into you as his thumb draws firm circles over your slippery clit.

When Din leans down to take one of your nipples in your mouth, you gasp; your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast.  The combination of the dirty talk and the fact that it all stemmed from Din wanting to make sure you got to set the boundaries on your derogatory dirty talk, has you absolutely feral for him, “I’m close, Din.  Can’t help it, feels so good.”

“Let go, baby, I got you,” Din promises, intensifying his movements until you come, shaking and nearly sobbing.

Resting your head on Din’s shoulders as he slips out of you, you purr, “Let me clean you up, daddy.”

“Dirty girl,” Din says, smiling down at you.

And with those two words, you feel a fresh wave of heat in your lower belly even though you haven’t yet fully come down from your high; sucking and swirling his fingers in your mouth, you mumble, “Want your cock, Din.”

“What’s that?  You’re still fucked out from my fingers and you want to be my cock sleeve already?”

Uhhhhhhhgg, he is driving you fucking insane.  Coming off his fingers with a pop, you give Din the most innocent look you can muster, “It’s what your little whore needs.”

“Who am I to deny you, pretty bird?” lifting up to pull down his pants, he releases his already leaking cock and lines himself up with your entrance, giving you the go ahead to sink down when you’re ready, “Take what you need, baby.”

Slowly, you sink down, letting his thickness fill you, feeling every delicious inch and stretch of your walls.  When you’re fully seated on Din, you take a moment to revel in this feeling of fullness, having him entirely inside of you, before you start to work yourself on his length.  Each little bounce pulling a moan from your lips and swaying your breasts in Din’s face.  Groping your boobs and pushing them together so he can take as much of the flesh in his mouth at once, Din mumbles, “Perfect tits, baby.  So perfect for my mouth.  You feel so good, pretty bird.  Need to fuck you.”

“Give it to me, daddy.  Use me like a cumrag,” you throw your head back as Din groans and still grasping onto your breasts, starts thrusting up into you.  You’re putty in his hands, a pliant doll for him to use, and he’s taking full advantage, “Such a good little whore for me, letting me use her hole any way I want.”

Your fingers dip to where you’re joined with Din and swipe across your throbbing clit; it takes only four sloppy circles before you wail out Din’s name, coming quickly but intensely.  Closing your eyes, you tuck yourself under Din’s chin and continue to mewl as Din uses your body for his own pleasure.

“Give me all those needy noises.  Need to hear how good I’m making my pretty slut’s pussy feel.”

“Fuck, Din… feels so good.  It’s your pussy, only you can make me – ngh!  Fill me up, daddy. Need your cum.  Please, give it all to me.”

Hearing you beg for his cum pushes Din over the edge and he comes with a roar, shooting his release deep inside you.  Both of you shuddering as he empties into you, holding each other tight, kisses messy and loving.

When your breathing evens, you straighten up to look at Din, glassy-eyed and fucked out; taking in your expression, Din gently kisses you, satisfied and content, mumbling against your lips, “Good talk.”

Laughing, you give him a little punch in the shoulder before kissing him back sweetly.

---

The next morning, Din drops you off at brunch; you let him know that he’s welcome to join, but he makes a good case for going back to his place, “I think I need a fresh change of clothes, pretty bird.  These kind of still smell like that club.”

Jokingly, you pretend to take a whiff and scrunch up your nose.  Din kisses your adorable expression and promises to come pick you up after.

To say the girls are curious about what’s transpired since the birthday dinner is the understatement of the century; when you let them know in the chat that Din would be dropping you off at brunch, your phone had practically vibrated itself off your bedside table from the successive notifications.  Securing your phone in a drawer, you escaped to the shower without reading any of the messages.

You’re sure you and Din were spotted through the windows, but when you sit down in your usual seat, you’re met with nonchalant, innocent faces… that last for approximately 20 seconds before Bea explodes, “What the hell??!?!”

“You dropped a bomb in the group chat and then radio silence?!!”

“That was him outside?! He’s the size of a fucking refrigerator!”

“DO YOU HAVE A SEX LIMP?”

Rory’s outburst stuns several nearby tables into silence, as your friends all turn to face you, expectantly.  Sheepishly, you nod and giggle, “… but he fucked it better yesterday.”

Your friends whoop and cheer so loud you’re sure that you’re going to need to find a new brunch location after today.  Feeling bad for having inadvertently left them in suspense earlier, you tell your friends everything, minus the details about the Fett Family and Din’s past and current ties, leaving it as Din coming from a rough neighbourhood and being hypervigilant about safety.

“Seems like he was trying to look out for you, but wound up being kind of stupid about it,” muses Lala.  Everyone nods; they’re right of course, but the dreamy look you have on your face convinces your friends that you and Din have worked past it.  They press you for more details about your weekend, and you talk so much that your food goes cold.

At one point, you have to remind your friends that this is Katie’s birthday brunch and you shouldn’t be monopolizing the conversation, but Katie waves her hand dismissively and says that all she wants for her birthday is to know how many orgasms you’ve had since she last saw you.

Popping a strawberry in your mouth, you muse, “Including this morning?”

“GIRL.”

Mouth full after adding a forkful of fruit, you hold up both hands, palms out and fingers spread, then fold down one thumb.

“Holy shit, no wonder you had a sex limp.”

The table giggles uncontrollably and you use the opportunity to shovel more food in your mouth before your friends assail you with more questions.

When your plates are being cleared, you lean back in your chair, stomach full, and spot a familiar hulk of a character sitting at the bar.  Giving Din a little wave, he smiles and gets up when you wave him over.

Getting permission from a waiter to pull over a chair, Din folds his large frame into his seat next to you and says, rather nervously, “Hi.  I’m Din.”

“Oh, we know,” cackles Rory, and you cover your face, you’re giggling so much.

You make the introductions, and Din politely shakes everyone’s hands while your friends all smirk knowingly at him.  They’re such menaces.  Din breaks the ice, “So you guys want my place and time of birth to do my star chart?”  This gets a good laugh, and when that dies down, Bea looks Din dead in the eye, “Yeah, we do.”

Din roars with laughter, “Might as well, I have a feeling there aren’t going to be any secrets between me and you ladies.”

“Right-o, dude.  Can you also get some socials so we can keep an eye on you?”

“No can do, sorry.  Like this one says,” Din’s finger jabs lovingly into your side, “I’m too much of an old man.  But you’re all welcome to come and work out at my gym if you want to check up on me.  Anytime,” holding his hands up in surrender.

“Any cute guys at your gym?”

“You’re looking at the cutest guy there,” you cut in, grinning uncontrollably when Din leans over to give you an appreciative kiss on your temple.

Before your friends can groan at this cute display, the waiter who Jen has been trying to flag down comes over so she can ask for the check, and to the table’s surprise, he responds, “The bill’s been paid.  All taken care of,” and gives Din a nod.

You turn to Din, shocked, “Din!!”

Din looks like he’s been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar, “It was… an accident.”

Incredulously, you say, “Did your credit call fall into the reader?”

“No, no,” Din implores, “I got here early, so I got a coffee at the bar, and then thought I would pay for your meal, pretty bird.”  You instinctively soften at the pet name, and you know your friends do too.

Din runs his hands through his hair, “Then I remembered it was Katie’s birthday, so I asked the waiter if he knew which meal was the birthday girl’s so I could pay for that too,” he’s getting kind of flustered now.  “…Then, I thought that might be kind of unfair for everyone else because you were probably going to split Katie’s meal so now everyone left would be paying more than before… and I couldn’t take it back, so… I just paid for everyone,” he finishes in a hurry.

“Why are you so cute?” you ask, purposefully pouty, pulling Din in for an appreciative kiss – he wasn’t trying to be boastful or impressive, he was just being thoughtful.  You can’t help but feel pride in showing this Din to your friends: he’s charming and confident, but ultimately just a giant teddy bear whose own considerate and kind nature can’t help but shine through.

“Ok fine, you’re forgiven,” quips Rory, and Din breaks out into a huge smile as he mimes wiping his forehead with the back of his hand and exhales, “Whew!”

The girls chorus their thanks, and you know that they’re truly appreciative and touched by his sweet gesture.

“My pleasure,” Din says, genuinely, “and Happy Birthday!” he says to Katie.

“Thank you!  The best birthday gift you could give me is taking care of our girl here,” smiles Katie, with sincerity.

Din wraps his arms around you and you tilt your face up to his, melting into his look of adoration. “Consider it done,” he says softly before lightly pressing his lips to yours.

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[alexiavettel]

chapter one

“The world was whole then, the sun and moon together as one”

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

word count: 2k+

warnings: asshole!charles, asshole!reader, some business stuff, shitty father, mentions of Jules (this one actually trigger me) eventual smut, use of Y/N and will be a miniserie

summary: Your father, Lawrence Stroll, and basically your boss have a good opportunity of linking Aston Martin with Ferrari’s stocks. But for that Binotto demanded that you, first driver of your dad’s formula one team, with your impeccable reputation start a fake relationship with the Ferrari’s golden boy Charles Leclerc. Which happens to have a not so good popularity, publicly cheating on with his ex girlfriend plenty of times and being a complete asshole with his ex teammate, Sebastian Vettel, who now is your teammate.

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, are all Pinterest pics that matches the context

(Y/n) Stroll POV:

No. I’m definitely not doing this.

“Dad no. I would rather die than pretending to be in love with that bastard!” I said after waiting for dad to finish telling me the worst thing I ever heard come out of his mouth.

“Sweetie I know it’s a shitty thing to ask for, but I need your help okay? You want to keep your seat in formula 1, don’t you kitten?”

“Yeah, of course I do!”

“You’re such a great driver and we worked really hard on your reputation, to keep it untouchable. I helped you a lot through your career and I hope you can help me now. Use your brain, sweetheart… Would be good for our business, our team, your career, everything!” Lawrence leans forward and put an arm around my shoulders, speaking in low volume.

“Can I just have a moment to at least think about it?” I shrugged finding a way out of his arm.

“Sure, just think wisely…” he reassured and leave me alone on his meeting room.

This isn’t the first time something like this happens, my father ALWAYS use his power over me. How he can easily take my seat away from me, take me out of the team and make my career a little bit harder than already is.

I’m not dumb, I know I deserve my seat. Obviously, I got into f1 rather faster than the others, because Stroll’s influence (and money) but I do deserve my seat. Ever since I got into the championships (F3, F2 and F1) I got the spotlight right in my face being the only woman on the grid only because “my daddy’s money”. But when I, as a rookie in Renault, got my first points only in the third race weekend getting a P8 everyone was looking at me a little bit different.

I had secretly received two emails showing interest on me: one from Mercedes to assume their second drivers seat in 2024 after Lewis supposed retirement and one from McLaren for 2023 after Daniel Ricciardo showing an interest to leave the constructor.

So yes, I do have a plan B. But I still need a seat to end this season. The best would be wait till the end of this year, and see what to do next. And what is dating the worst person that I ever met compared to the dream I have since I was 5.

The hate for Charles is old. More specifically since 2017 when we were teammates for prema for the Formula 2 championship. We didn’t like each other, almost everybody knew it because he made it very clear in all his interviews.

“(Y/n)! It’s lovely to see you again, congrats for the amazing win today! Even with today’s win Leclerc still a few points ahead of you in the championship, what you have to say about it?”

“Hm, thank you. Was it really an amazing race today, feeling good to have the opportunity to show myself a bit more this weekend. But yeah, I believe he’s these points ahead because Markelov crashed into me in Hungary and I lost engine last race”.

“But you both leading the championship it’s not good for prema?” The woman asked me while turning her head a little confused.

“Oh it is, but I would like to win the championship as much as Leclerc. It’s only a friendly competition between us” I just said smiling even tho my throat burned to say those words.

Charles Leclerc POV:

“Hi Charles awesome race, you did an amazing job today! But (Y/n) managed to overtake you in the very first laps, how do you fell about it?” Really? I haven’t noticed before…

“Well she’s a good driver but to be honest my car wasn’t feeling really great today so that’s probably one of the reasons she overtook me so easily” That’s true? No. Do I care? Also no.

“Okay, hm you surely want to win the championship but how you plan to do so with your teammate, and probably friend, chasing you only some points behind?”

“We are just teammates, okay? Not friends or anything. And I’m planning to give all of me in the next races and fight very bravery for the championship, no matter what is in the way” Or no matter who is in the way…

(Y/n) Stroll POV:

Was always like that… Me holding back my words and Leclerc almost writing in his forehead with a neon marker his hate towards me.

We grew up very far from each other, well until my dear dad decided to move to UK and we started karting together throughout Europe.

“But (Y/n) that was just a rivalry, don’t be dramatic” I heard that too many times. It’s not “just a rivalry” when your rival pushes you off the track making you brake some bones, or when he invents lies to your father yell at you in front of everyone before a tournament or worst when he treats your teammate like shit and still thinking that he is a god!

He is so damn stubborn and egocentric, he thinks he’s the best in everything. Paddle? Swimming? Skiing? Learning languages? (okay in this case he will never beat me and he knows it) Singing? Dancing? He thinks he nails it, even if he looks like a lizard doing everything.

But at driving… he always knew that I was at his level maybe even a little bit better than him. A competition to him, someone who didn’t get immediately on their knees in his first appearance, who his older brother always liked and especially someone who never cheer him up every time he wins.

But well it’s for my seat anyways so I texted my dad that I was up for it on my way home. If we really are going to do this it’s gotta be only after tomorrow, I’m really tired and with all this bullshit I’m even more.

•

“WITH HER?” I heard in the exact moment I walked into the conference room.

“Charles… It’s the deal. You alright signed” Lorenzo, his dear brother and manager, said to him. “I told you to read it before tho”

“Well I trust my team so I didn’t think they would do such a shitty thing like this”

“Shut up Leclerc you think I’m happy about it?” I said while going to a hug with Lorenzo “How you still have patience after all this time Lo?”

“Too many years, hun”

“Kitten, Binotto is already on his way. Why don’t you have a sit?” my father said and Charles held his laugh at the nickname so I discretely fixed my hair with my middle finger.

“Good morning guys, pleasure to see you all here today” the old man’s voice with a thick italian accent which could be recognised everywhere in the paddock entered the room.

“Binotto what the actual-“

“Sir can you please explain to Charles why this deal was created” Lorenzo interrupted his brother almost immediately.

“Exactly because of that… Your brother is a amazing driver but too hot headed, don’t know when to say the things, when to lie and etc. But with (Y/n) it’s different since everybody loves her, the media specifically which is the most important…”

“So it would be good to the both sides if you guys faked a relationship! Our companies somehow together, and your reputation so much better!” dad completed for the Ferrari’s team principal.

Watching Leclerc slowly and visibly dying inside can enter the list of favorite moments right now.

“Can we speak about it alone?” Charles said after almost a entire minute in silence.

“A-Ah sure” this caught everyone surprised.

“If you’re okay with that (Y/n)…” Lorenzo said getting up.

“Sure…” you will not surprise me Leclerc, I know you very well. He probably just gonna try to persuade me to forget about this as his last hope.

“Why’d you accept it?” was the first thing he said after everybody left.

“It’s good for the company” keep it short (Y/n).

“How your old man convinced you?”

“Doesn’t matter, but you know what does? We already accept and signed it and you are not going to change my mind”

“You must be really desperate to date me then huh?”

“You must be really desperate to save your shitty reputation to sign a contract without reading at least two lines of it”

“You don’t know shit about it!” Okay, there it is…

Stage one of mad Leclerc: starting to get pissed off.

“Ow don’t I? Your team accepted the very first offer they received to try to get your reputation better, even if that meant a partnership with a smaller company and basically selling you! Just because you can’t keep your shits down and keep losing sponsors” I am fucking good about getting him mad.

“You might be right about it but you accepting it just can mean one thing: you’re obsessed with me and this is the only chance you have to get at least a little closer to me or your family company it’s broking”

Stage two: teasing Leclerc (my least favourite).

“You have such a big head and still with a small brain! Maybe have crossed your mind that these are neither of my reasons?”

“So why you don’t tell me? It’s not like you having to choose this deal is my fault”

Stage three: trying to gaslighting.

“It’s not your fucking business”

“Always so foul-mouthed for what? For keeping everything that happens inside of yourself to anyone have any possibility of truly liking you?”

Stage four: pretend to be my therapist but just insults me.

“Have you ever stopped to think that maybe I just don’t like you and want you the farthest way possible of me? So that’s might be the reason I don’t tell you anything?”

“Oh shut up you’re just so stubborn and a fumier and a folle and stupide you think you’re the best even if you’re just an afraid little girl” if I didn’t know him for such a long time I wouldn’t understand what he is talking about because of the strong accent.

Stage five: multiple languages, strong accent and pouting like a kid.

“You’re over?” God he makes me sick… “Guys you can come in” I open the door and say a little louder so they can hear from the waiting room.

“So the deal still up?” My dad asked a little taken back.

“Sure” we said in unison.

“Nice! Since you both already signed the contract your respective pr managers already know about it. Now you guys just have be civil, determine rules between you two but remember: you NEED to look like a real couple and keep this deal down, the least amount of people knowing the better”

Welcome to hell.

•

“CAN YOU BELIEVE IT DEREK?” I screamed at my pt while running on the treadmill.

“Okay, so your dad got mad with you because you let Leclerc scream at you? How does that make sense?”

“It doesn’t! That’s the whole point! I’m so tired of his shit…”

“Take it easy it just needs to last to the end of this year, you can do it!”

“The season didn’t even started yet! Basically one year of this bullshit”

“Well, at least you got summer break…”

“I might have a break from my dad but not Leclerc. Or do you thing girlfriend and boyfriend, ew, spend their summers away from each other!”

“Yeah, you’re fucked” he tried to smile sympathetically.

“God I wish someday I’ll be just like you mate, married to an incredibly hot woman and got a cute little son running around and working for a amazing person”

“You were being too cute to be true… How do you manage to pass through a door with that big ego my girl? Don’t know how I still work for you”

“I pay well plus you love me” I said smiling after drinking water.

“Yeah you’re right-“

“WAIT YOU FINALLY SAID ‘I LOVE YOU’”

“No I didn’t-“

“In a weird way but you did, admit it!”

•

“We need to set some rules if we are actually doing this shit” I said seating before Charles disgusting Leclerc.

“You are calling our relationship ’shit’? This is it! I wanna break up”

“Stop being dramatic” this was actually funny what the hell?

“Just joking sweetheart”

“First we need to know what to call each other. I hate princess and kitty”

“Ew why would someone call their girl kitty? That’s not a weird name for pussy?”

“That’s one of the reasons I hate it”

“Unlike some people I love to be called by prince or king” he said moving back an imaginary long hair.

“I’m definitely not doing this” I might actually throw up. “Just say what you hate and I’ll try to avoid”

“Nothing particular maybe just mon loup. It makes me feel like I’m Toto Wolff”

“Okay the backstory Lorenzo and Liv (my pr manager) already created-“

“Wait they did?” He interrupted me.

“Yeah it’s basically our normal story, how we met and our ‘little fights’ all the same shit. The only thing it changed is that we fell in love with each other during the winter break”

“So it’s kind true isn’t it? You fell in love with me during the winter break but that was in 2016”

“Can you just shut down your ego for two seconds, please? We both know that would never happen”

“Yeah sure keep lying to yourself babe”

“Second rule: nothing of unnecessary PDA. Third: don’t get our careers involved”

“It’s exactly because of our careers we are in this situation-”

“I mean whatever comes out of this deal should not affect our careers.

Forth: don’t get yourself in trouble! We receive a lot of shitty questions and your dumb brain answers all of them the way the media want to just ruin you. You’re not doing this, not when we are ‘dating’, you heard me?”

“So what? Are you going to control me?”

“I intend to. We gonna do a plenty of press together so I will interrupt you every time I think it’s necessary”

“Fifth: not seeing other people while we are doing this…” okay that caught me off guard.

“Well you are the not so loyal one-“

“I didn’t cheated!”

“Ow so half the globe is blind and dumb?”

“WE WEREN’T DATING! When the photos came out we already had broken up for about 3 months”

“Yeah sure I don’t want to know the details of your love life. I just don’t wanna look like a dumb trophy girlfriend of a cheater. Sixth: you are not speaking shit to or about my teammate and my friends, my family is allowed but that just work for my father”

“You say like your dear teammate doesn’t know why we discussed so much… But okay. So that’s it? Can I go now?”

“Sure you can but don’t forget we have a ‘date’ tomorrow night” god that sounds so wrong and so gross at the same time.

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FELLOW YURI LOVER HELLO <3 I love your art and I wanted to pick your brain for any Lunatic theories or headcanons ya got, if you're up for it! I've always had this thought and wanted to ask other Tiger & Bunny fans about it, but how do you think the Petrov family was doing after Legend's death? How do you think Yuri got through law school to become a judge while taking care of his mom??

Ohhhhhh Anon we are sharing a braincell right now. Buckle up.

Yuri gifs sprinkled throughout to help make my points

(CW for the theories ahead, dealing with themes of trauma, domestic violence, child abuse, and alcoholism)

First off, I absolutely think Yuri and Olga were not wanting for money at all after Legend's death, even before Yuri became a judge. There were probably no financial worries whatsoever for Yuri getting through law school, either. Mr. Legend was the hero in Sternbild for the longest time, so there was likely a sizeable life insurance policy and inheritance for them.

Also for sure Maverick threw hush money their way because while the alcoholism was bad enough then that meant Hero TV ABSOLUTELY was not gonna let the news out that Legend's death was because he was about to kill his wife and child. Case in point for this one is that when Ben got the info for Kotetsu about NEXT powers fading, Ben only had info about the alcoholism; not that Legend was an abuser nor that Yuri was his son.

I could make an entirely separate post and go on for days about the fuckery I think was going on between Yuri and Maverick, but I wanna stay on-topic for your question. another day... maybe... if its asked...

So... onto the sadder part!

What Happened to the Petrovs?

So... disclaimer: I am NOT a mental health professional... however I am a childhood abuse survivor, so I'm really just pointing out patterns I recognize from my own experiences.

In Ep. 16 of Season 1 when we got Yuri's backstory reveal, I couldn't help but make mental note of his mom and how they interacted. When we first see her, she's not only elderly and disabled to where she needs mobile assistance, but she's also clearly having some sort of memory lapse into a time where the abuse wasn't happening, given her cheery way of talking when she does go into these episodes.

However... When Yuri reminds her that his father is dead, it shocks Olga and kind of snaps her out of it... and her instant response is to start verbally abusing Yuri and throwing things at him.

Yuri not flinching we could first think 'yeah his reflexes as Lunatic are probably making him aware he doesn't need to dodge' but like... what if it's that and that he's used to it...?

I think that the mental condition we see Olga with in the beginning hasn't been going on for too long. If we go off the first movie's timeline of things, Yuri implies that he came to Sternbild and was just appointed as a judge for the city.

Also there's this air in the way Yuri was walking around the house and talking to his mom in S1. Ep16 that makes it feel like this is one of the first times in a while he's been around her. he's also still learning the ropes of being a caretaker for an elderly person, bc as someone who used to work with CNAs and nurses in a retirement home the last thing you want to do when someone's having a memory lapse is forcefully pull them out of it, unless of course the writers for the show themselves just didn't know

All of this to me this feels like Yuri has only just recently come back to Sternbild and moved in with his mom in order to take care of her.

With Olga she obviously was very in love with her husband and adored her son before the downward spiral began. That much is apparent later on in Season 2 where we see Olga (albeit almost permanently in this memory-lapse state) being quite tender and affectionate towards Yuri and acting towards him like she did when he was a child (cue the heartbreaking flashback to how she really really wanted to make the cookies Yuri loved on the night she died).

However, in the moments where she's lucid again and acting negatively towards Yuri, I think this is the truth of their dynamic after Legend died.

Trauma from abuse can do... weird things to people.

Now any of us can sit back and say 'if my child went through the horrible agony of killing their own father to save the both of us I would simply cherish and care for them, RIP but I'm built dif', or 'if my husband started abusing me and my son I would simply divorce him' but... people and legality can be more complicated and messier than that.

I'm not going to get into the semantics on if Yuri's mom was a completely bad person or anything like that (bc the whole theme of the Petrovs is 'there are no only good or only bad people, there's just people), but I'll flat out say that I think a bit after Legend's death Olga was at the very least verbally abusing Yuri.

The complete disregulation of her brain from the abuse and violent death of her husband PLUS all the ways Hero TV was probably covering things up must have messed her up some type of way that she blamed Yuri for their life being turned upside down and was resentful towards him.

On the flipside, on Yuri's part, he absolutely has a deeply complicated relationship with his mother on TOP of how fucked up he is from his father. He doesn't regret stepping in as a child and saving her, but for sure there's a painful wound still stinging in his chest about how their relationship was damaged and never really recovered. With how bitter and toxic things with his mom probably got, Yuri might have left home at some point or was even kicked out.

As for Yuri's personal mental state, I mean the show highlights pretty clearly that he is NOT okay. Yuri has very intense PTSD to the point of constantly reliving when his powers activated and he killed his father to having hallucinations of his father mocking him.

His perception on morality has been pretty skewed to the point of being super vengeful to whoever he perceives as 'wicked', which comes through not just as Lunatic but in his dayjob as a judge where he's known for giving out heavy-handed sentences.

(i mean usually this vengefulness as Lunatic is directed to serial killers or violent criminals, so.... it could be worse, I guess...?).

Now... Back to Yuri and his mom... So for those of us who did survive a toxic family/parent, I'm sure we can look at anyone who asks and say 'lmao fuck my shitty family, I don't care what happens to them' but... let's get real, that shit hurts. Especially like in Yuri's case where the family member wasn't always abusive or at least wasn't in the beginning.

So when the times comes for whatever phone call that Yuri got to come take care of Olga in her old age, I think he was still bitter about how she treated him and was mentally prepared for everything to be nonstop difficult and depressing. And I mean from there we see in the series how things go; exactly that.. But as Olga's mental state deteriorates, in some fucked up bittersweet way her relationship with Yuri greatly improves. Like... to the point where in the very end Yuri was happy to talk to her on the phone and spend time with her. Which again, for those of us that have lived this IRL, is HUGE.

I'm not going to get into Season 2 endgame spoilers, but the ultimate fate of the Petrov family depresses me to no end. I DO like though in S2 Ep20 how Yuri was able to get a LITTLE bit of closure for himself.

I just still maintain a lot of things for him in the end of the series should have been handled differently.

This got long, but the brainworms are real.

WATCH TIGER & BUNNY. STAN YURI PETROV.

Thank you for the ask, Anon!

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earth-326 (pt. 2) - wanda maximoff

a/n: thanks for the love on the last chapter💁🏽‍♀️

Warning(s): canon violence

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Pietro had pushed Clint and the child out of the way, ready to sacrifice himself, but you wouldn’t let that happen. You dodged an attack from Ultron’s bots, swoop down, and spread your wings so that you absorb the bullets. As each bullet embedded itself in you, your heat vision powered up. 

Out of anger, you blasted the ship Ultron was on, taking it down. Pietro looks over at you in amazement, groaning at a bullet in his chest, but he shifts his focus, bringing the two before him to the ship. 

You felt bullets begin to leave your body as your eyes rolled. You fell back in anguish, coughing up blood. The one time you save someone, you decide to use your heat vision, knowing it can blind you for at least a week, all for some guy you don’t know. 

You groan, sitting up as you try to look around, but to no avail. A boom causes you to jump, and even though you can’t see, you can feel the ground rising above you. A gust of wind makes you look to your right as Pietro looks around frantically. “I can’t find Wanda, I need to find her.” Before he can leave, you grab the man’s arm. “Get back to the ship, I’ll find her.” You can feel him hesitate. 

“I will.” You don’t see him nod, but you can feel the grip you had on his arm disappear. 

You could tell that the city was floating slightly, and so you flew around, looking for Wanda. You could feel her magic in the mist, and so you followed that feeling until you touched her. She thought it was an angel, that you were that angel. 

You carried her out of the city with a burst of power, taking her to the hellicarrier, and all she could do was look at you. 

When you made it in, she stood up, staring at you as she found somewhere to sit. Your wings retracted into your back, and you stretched as they slithered back into your spine. You began to look around as if you were lost, and you felt a soft hand on your shoulder. 

“You alright?” Natasha asks, noticing how you are looking in a completely different direction. “Yeah, I just need to sit, I kinda got hit by a lot of bullets as you can tell. This was my favorite jacket.”

Before you could sit, you turn back to the city, frowning before flying back out of the door. “Hey! Wha-”

Wanda jolted awake in hospital bed, frequently looking around. She doesn’t remember it happening that way. Using her second sight, she watched from afar as Pietro died, and you told her when you were on the run that letting those robots slow you down was a huge regret.

That must’ve been a big change to time.

“So, after all of our scans, it seems that her brain tissue has healed. We weren’t sure at first, it could’ve been a fluke, but after being more thorough…it’s true. Dr. Cho says there’s a possibility she could function without a ventilator.” Wanda can here a collective gasp, assuming you weren’t the only one here.

“You’re serious?” The nurse nods at your question, and you suck in a breath. Your head began to spin as you sat down next to Pietro. “Very. But we have to be precise about this. I also wanted to ask for you permission on this, it’s risky considering her original condition, but we’re asking if you’ll allow us to wean her off of the artificial air.” Instantly, you nod, sharing a look with your brother-in-law. 

“Yeah, absolutely.” 

<>

You didn’t want to leave, but Natasha informed you that your sons were wondering why you hadn’t gotten home in the last 2 days. Billy was asking if you were doing missions behind their back, despite you promising you were retired. 

That worried you, so you kissed Wanda goodbye, and let her brother watch over her like he wished to now that Tony gave him a break. When you opened the door, you could smell spaghetti sauce and garlic, taking in the smell. 

“Don’t tell me my kitchen has been burned down!?” 

“Ha Ha Ha.” Natasha comes out of the kitchen with your apron on, and your note card in her hand. “I followed the recipes, I swear I didn’t burn any noodles, meats, pots, or utensils.” She holds her hands up in surrender, making you chuckle.

“I’m joking, it smells good in here. You got the bread, right?” She nods as you drop your overnight bag on the couch. “Where are the boys?” She makes a motion, telling you they were taking a nap.

“They were playing all day, outside and on the console thingy.” You groan. “Now all they’re gonna say when I bring up screen is “But Aunty Nat-”.” Natasha laughs, holding up a hot meatball for you. You practically run over, taking a bite as you try to let the steam not burn your throat. 

“It’s good.” You mumble. “I know.”

<>

When she was officially finished with dinner, she was ready to leave, but you convinced her to stay. Thankfully, she had no other obligations and sat at the table. The boys ran down, excited to eat, and eat they did. 

There was a few times you warned Tommy about eating too fast, and he basically ignored you. But as dinner began to slow down, you sighed. “Boys...I have to tell you both something, very important.” You didn’t want to wait to tell them after Wanda’s recovery. 

“It’s about your mom.” That seemed to trigger them because it then became deathly silent until Billy decided to speak up. “Is she ok?”

“Yes! Of course, she’s-she’s great actually. Uh…” You place your utensils down, smoothing out your shirt. “Yeah, uh…she’s awake now.”

Before you could even think, Tommy had disappeared from the table, causing you to jump in surprise. “Wha-“ Billy leaves the table, running after his brother as you looked over at Natasha confused.

She shrugs, continuing to eat. “You’re a terrible godmother.” You say, with a small smile as she gasps. “What?! What did I do?”

You mocking her shrugging with an exasperated sigh. “What the fuck are you shrugging for? You’re not helping at all.”

“Help with what? We don’t even know why he left.” She mumbles as she chews on a meatball.

“I hate you…Truly.”

<>

The next morning, you gave Tommy his space. Which seemed to please him because he didn’t want to speak to you.

It wasn’t like you did anything wrong, and they loved Wanda, but they hadn’t seen her awake in years.

It was terrifying when they were 7, and she was still healing from bruises on her face. As the first year passed, she healed and the boys wanted to visit every night. You would sleep as they read to her, and then you’d treat them to breakfast if the sun ever rose.

Then they turned 8, and they didn’t have time to come as much. There was that time you got really drunk at Natasha’s party, and she dropped you there by yourself. The boys were worried and followed you, but when they got there you were crying, you were in anguish.

How could she do this to us?

He thought it was unfair. In came the resentment, and he stopped asking to come. So when he heard your cheery tone after dropping a bomb like that, he was obviously upset.

“Have a good day at school, okay?” Billy happily nods, walking outside the door, and Tommy gives a small smile, walking after his brother.

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I would like to hear about eldritch family relationships, yes!

Also I mostly asked that because I was wondering if at any point ink nearly broke errors hand and cursed his name while he was delivering the twins. It sounds like it wasn’t that bad for him tho.

So the twins were born into the multiverse, and at the same time their eldritch forms were off chilling in eldritch land?

What was error and ink’s introduction to the concept of ‘the deed’? Did ink just see some AUs where people did it and thought he’d give it a try?

You don't know how much you made my day! Okay, I'll leave the ramble about the Errorink family for last, under a read more

As for the rest, I think Error's hand is fine lol. I recently read how @askfriskandcompany thinks about skeleton pregnancy on the side stories, and I think it's something I will start incorporating in my own headcanons: basically, after the deed, skeletons don't form ectobodies, but they have something that is described as a "bubble", floating stomach-height thanks to magic, in which the little skeleton grows and grows until it pops and here's the baby (almost all other monsters are super jealous, they have to go into labour). So, it's kinda like an egg? Super cool worldbuilding and makes sense (why go through all the trouble of making a body for 9 months? Nature is energy efficient).

And yeah, that's basically it: as already stated, Ink, Error and the kids have bodies, but they're more like avatars (actually, kinda like in the Avatar Movie, where the body is there, but if it breaks the soldiers wakes up in a pod).

Ink already knew about sex from when he first examined Gaster's mind before creating the Multiverse: basically, everything that Gaster knew, consciously or subconsciously, Ink also knows, and then he used Gaster's presence to peek inside the Original Undertale and get all kinds of details Gaster couldn't possibly know.

And now, Errorink family!

I and @stargazeraldroth have quite a few headcanons regarding Errorink, PJ and Gradient in general, and those tend to transfer in most works, so this is valid for Eldritchtale, but also usually for any of my other works.

The first thing is PJ and Gradient's personality and powers: PJ and Gradient are both similar and opposites in a lot of ways. Physically, PJ looks more like Ink, while Gradient looks more like Error, but this doesn't reflect exactly in their personality.

PJ is surly, rude and sarcastic, so personality-wise they're a lot more similar to Error than they are to Ink, and this includes their propension to destruction and violence rather than creation and art; Gradient, meanwhile, is soft-spoken, shy, socially awkward, a rather talented artist and a bit of a people-pleaser, so he got Ink's personality more than Error's.

(In many other AUs, I always headcanon that, if Error and Ink were to die/retire, PJ would become the next Destroyer and Gradient the next Protector for this reason).

However, if we go deeper, we can see that PJ cares a lot about things, that they're very loyal and driven, even if they can be impulsive (this is Ink's side coming through); following the same reasoning, Gradient is nice, but he can be calculating and obsessive, and even cruel if push comes to shove (this is all Error).

To explain with an example, if PJ wants revenge on you, they'd probably just shout at you or beat you up if you deserved it, but then they'd let it go; Gradient, on the other hand, would probably act nice to your face and then hit you were it hurts when you least expect it.

Basically, PJ is the brawns and Gradient is the brains.

In terms of powers, both kids can use either creative or destructive powers, though they each prefer one side (Gradient creation, and PJ destruction), but they also have another type of power: PJ has power over time, while Gradient has power over space. So, PJ can create time loops, go forward and bacwards in time a bit, see different branches in timelines, while Gradient can teleport effortlessly through the Multiverse better than anyone else, create portals linking places together, make pocket dimensions.

(@stargazeraldroth wrote a throwaway line in a story about PJ and Gradient working together to create a never ending corridor as a prank by combining their powers, and I think this sums up their relationship perfectly).

All of this to kinda contextualize, what is their relationship with each other and their parents?

The twins are very close, best friends, and together they're an unstoppable tag-team (if they decide you're dead, you're dead); whevener they fight, it's always resolved quickly, and there's no hard feelings.

Regarding Ink, both kids are mama's boys: very affectionate with Ink, just as protective as their dad. PJ is a bit louder about it ("What did you say to my mom?!") but Gradient is a bit more proactive ("Oh my, you tripped? How unlucky..."). Ink the one that also disciplines them more often, because Error doesn't care about the mess they make inside the Multiverse as long as it doesn't affect him lol. Gradient is a bit closer with Ink, because he shares similar interests, while PJ will willingly spend time with Ink painting, but doesn't enjoy it themselves.

Error is a bit more hands off, but it doesn't mean he loves the kids any less: he rarely tells them he loves them or that he's proud, but he knows and remembers everything they tell him/talk about, and gives them thoughtful gifts taking those things into account. When he spends time with Gradient, it's them together in silence doing things they both enjoy, while with PJ it's a bit meaner, but the fun kind ("You ready, brat?" "bring it on, old man!").

One last thing that Error and PJ both share? Their dislike of Dream lmao, because given his upbringing, he developed some confusing feelings for Ink: the poor guy idolized Ink from a young age, so he's in-between wanting a parental bond with him and having a crush, and neither option is something Error or PJ like, despite the fact that Ink would never replace either of them with Dream. Ah, they're jealous, what can you do?

All in all, they're very close and happy together.

#undertale #ink sans #error sans #errorink #lix writes #writing #paperjam #gradient sans #errorink family #eldritchtale

[clay-cuttlefish]

We're getting back into the good shit now. Vic's back in action, Renee is written by Greg Rucka for the first time, Helena and Vic meet, Blue Beetle is here...

Azrael Plus The Question

Vic's been playing poker. Lots of opportunities to wander around and get into trouble while keeping him retired from heroing and from journalism, it works for him.

Oops All Daddy Issues.

I like how low key this is, despite everything. Vic and Jean-Paul are weird dudes with a lot of problems and that's on full display.

Green Lantern #81

Another cameo that's only notable because I have no clue why Vic would be here. He has literally never met Hal Jordan, how did he get an invite. He's even standing off to the back instead of sitting with everyone else.

The Question Returns

The river emissary is conceptually a lot better than any of the other supernatural takes on the Question. The idea that Vic's death in the river would make his conscience literally haunt him is interesting, and it being questionably supernatural is more to my taste. Making the river a magical harmonica-playing old black man was not a great choice though.

Vic describing Tot as "an ex-father figure" makes me want to implode.

"these auditory hallucinations are getting on my nerves" BIG mood.

Vic is a mess. He can't go home, he can't stay away, he's shifted from Vic Sage the hard-hitting journalist to Vic Sage the laid-back poker player but he hasn't been able to change the Question. This is why he takes up so much space in my brain.

Even after he left he still held on to his love for Myra and Hub City, and this is where he can't do it anymore. He will never see her again. Godddddddd.

Steel #38

I hadn't read this one before, and I'm glad I'm reading it now, because it's great. I gotta get into Steel eventually.

Vic declares himself teammates with John and then immediately splits up and gets his shit wrecked. Maybe let the guy with power armor protect you next time.

This wandering gambler era is fun, I wish it had lasted a little longer. There are so many interesting places Vic could pop up with poker incidents as an excuse, it's the perfect way to keep him around without him having anything specific going on.

A World for Burning (Tec #714-715)

Calling her a supporting character is maybe a stretch but she gets to talk to Martian Manhunter so I'm counting it.

A fun little mystery story.

Cataclysm

Vic interlude is over, time for events.

I like Cataclysm quite a bit. It's heavy on the cop shit and some of the issues are just not good, but I think the earthquake makes for a better citywide event than any of the "oh no it's the Joker" ones, and everyone involved really gets to shine.

Once again I am forced to admit I like when Cluemaster shows up. Steph saving her dad from Helena despite everything is a strong moment.

Random Encounters (Batman Chronicles #14)

OH NO. Ohhhh no. Strap in folks it's time for her to become a main character.

Renee talks to her brother about his guilt over killing when he was in the Navy, and she uses Two-Face's coin to make her point about randomness and how right and wrong aren't simple, which. Hhhhh.

Apparently she shot a guy who was trying to kill Two-Face, and got the coin in return.

Sorry but Renee flipping the coin and making decisions based on the outcome fucking annihilates me and I cannot BELIEVE I hadn't read this before now.

This isn't even a comic it's a short story. Eight pages of Rucka setting up the dominoes.

An Answer in the Rubble (Batman Chronicles #15)

VIC AND HELENA BABYYYY

Self-recognition through the other (annoying)

His anime hair???

I love them so much.

Road to No Man's Land

Sorry but the Bruce Wayne political drama is ridiculous even by my standards. Gotham would be the second-largest city in the US today, or one of the top 5 if the "7 million" is the city and surrounding area, you cannot tell me it would get totally cut off. Screwed by inadequate relief? Sure. Wiped off the map? Lol no.

Okay fine it's the devil. The devil did it. Comic books.

L.A.W.

We've been in Gotham long enough, time to go do Some Bullshit!

This is in continuity, but it ignores all of Vic's canon post-Charlton - he's a newscaster working with Nora from the Ditko run, Hub City is Ted's home city but not his, he's characterized pretty much how he was in Charlton and those few Blue Beetle crossovers post-Crisis... the other heroes seem a little more up-to-date but they're all still kind of janky.

Wow this does not do a good job making me care about any of these characters.

The plot is mostly racist and/or nonsense and most of it bounced right off my brain despite repeated readings.

Honestly I'm here for Ted more than Vic. He's going through it.

I do like the framing device of Vic writing his report in the final issue. The real treasure was the friends we made along the way.

#clayposts #clayreads #the question #vic sage #renee montoya

[kitkatt0430]

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🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

My dad has retired which means I can spend more time with him. Since I live and work near him & my mom, I can meet up with him for lunch sometimes on weekdays.

I've gotten back into reading new mangas lately now that there's a Barnes and Noble just down the street from me. Before that the closest book store was a resell shop that, though nice, doesn't have the greatest manga selection. With mangas and comic books I tend to prefer physical books over ebooks, so it's been really nice to be able to browse a large selection again without having to drive fifteen to twenty minutes.

I've been reorganizing my kitchen which probably sounds boring, but I've gotten some new dishware and glassware that's brighter and more colorful than my old stuff and so the open shelves actually look really fun now. Since I started indoor renovations last year, I've really been enjoying how having things brighter and more colorful help lift my mood, so I've been trying to extend that where I can.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Hmmm, well... I've researched various sentencing standards for various crimes and how those crimes are classed. But that's not really weird. Nor was looking up how living wills work and power of attorney and what-not. Though it was interesting to learn that in the US if you give someone the right to make medical decisions for you when you can't, they cannot also be your doctor. So if you need a surgery and a surgeon in that field holds the right to make your medical decisions then they cannot also be the one who performs the surgery

Makes sense, but was also an interesting/relevant find for fic writing in the Flash with regards to Caitlin.

But weird... weird... I'm pretty sure looking up poisons is par for the course for a fic writer too. Average apartment rent...

I think I tend to look up more mundane stuff and make up the weird, really...

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

So it might help to step back and see if there are any patterns in when you're feeling blocked and/or low in creative feelings. For me, in the Fall I start to feel kinda burned out. It's definitely a seasonal thing for me that brings it on and, unfortunately, sometimes trying to just push through makes it worse. The more stressful my year, the harder that Fall burnout hits me.

Knowing what the pattern is can help you break that pattern, or learn to recognize and react in more helpful ways to minimize how it makes you feel.

For me, I think looking into aides for dealing with seasonal affective disorder may help. Having alternative hobbies that I can turn to also helps to calm me down when I'm upset or even just annoyed about something. I can pick up a video game to take my frustration out in the game battles or grab a paint-by-numbers or scratch art page and concentrate on creating something pretty to look at. It helps hit that creative scratch I need without frustrating me over how my own imagination is kinda at a low point for making fanworks.

But also there's learning to accept that sometimes burnout just happens. It's not my fault and being upset with myself doesn't fix the issue. Being able to step back and say 'okay, I need to focus on something else for now and let my creativity recover' isn't easy, but it's an important part of letting my brain heal from whatever is causing the block.

#thank you ^_^ #kitkatt0430 answers #writers ask game #emoji ask meme

[space-blue]

Why was Sevika being so weird when she first fought with Vi (after the timeskip) and especially when she was about to deliver the killing blow? It looked like she really enjoyed hurting Vi. Attention to the time when she had a manic expression while burning Vi’s face with her mech arm. All the time Vi’s livid with her and never reciprocates her taunting demeanor. Later when Sevika answers Vi’s question of Powder's whereabouts, she taunts her how her sister now works for the guy who destroyed her and her family’s lives and is considered his daughter. Sure, she said these to catch Vi off guard and make the killing blow but uttering them without the goading tone would’ve done the trick. When Sevika prepares to finish her off, she again smugly tells Vi she’d give Jinx her regards. You see what I mean? Why does she act like by overpowering this barely adult person she’s accomplished this great feat? Vi isn’t some stuck up Piltie councilor who’s finally getting what they deserved lol. Like, Vi’s not Silco/ Sevika’s arch-nemesis. Sevika’s last memory of Vi was her as a freaking teenager who tried and failed to stop silco’s uprising. By all means kill her, what’s with the gloating and melodrama?

IDK what to tell you, dear Anon.

You literally has everything down pat. Except maybe for this :

All the time Vi’s livid with her and never reciprocates her taunting demeanor

let me point out Vi started the conversation by trying to retire Sevika's jaw from her face.

Sevika literally never starts a fight with Vi in the entire show. It's always Vi coming and looking for shit. She's just like Jinx and never asks her questions first. I feel like Sevika is entitled to the beat-down she gives Vi.

As to why she looks like she's taking pleasure in it? Well... Because she does? It's just characterisation. It tells us that Sevika has a cruel streak and enjoys having power over people, or at least people who came swinging at her. The way she jabs at Jinx to hurt her emotionally is the same. IMO it's something she learnt to do for Jinx, since she can't really physically manhandle her. Making her cry was probs the best alternative lol

In F&D I addressed that tendency of hers like this (bear in mind this is about VI being Silco's daughter, and they're on the same (reluctant) team) :

--

In that confrontation at the bar she uses her words instead of her fists, the way Silco taught her, many years ago, when he enlisted her to copy pamphlets with a bunch of other kids.

'You're all good at boxing, but this is a different kind of punching, you see,' he'd said, smiling at them as he handed out charcoal pencils and recycled sheets of grey paper. 'When you use the right words on someone, it's like you punch them right in the brain.'

Brain to brain punching. Sevika had thought it hilarious, and it had worked well enough to trick them into copying for him all afternoon. It's a lesson she's never forgotten, and she hones her words, makes them count. An opponent can be thrown off balance by a well placed taunt, sometimes defeated before the battle has even begun.

It's a total knock-out with Vi. The word daughter as good as lays her out.

--

But I made Sevika a little nicer in my story than she is in the show. I think the cruelty is part of her appeal. She's not a good person, even though she fights for a good cause. Her getting her way might also have resulted in fewer deaths (from keeping Jinx on a much tighter leash), but we just can't know.

Sevika is a child of Zaun, and one who did very well for herself. By definition I think this involves a lot of ruthlessness. Cruelty, or an edge of sadism, probably only helps, the same way that sociopathic character traits help CEOs crawl to the top of their companies.

I think that makes her a fantastic character, with a lot more depth. She CLEARLY cares about the dream. She's probably the only character who really gets Silco. She's hard working, she's loyal, she's intelligent... and she's mean and relishes in the hurt she doles out.

Queen behaviour.

#sevika #arcane #arcane sevika #anon ask

[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne- (Flash) AU Chapter 3

“She just attacked him?”

Joe was being filled in on all that transpired while he was carrying out his mayoral duties.

You were seated in the med bay with a pair of meta cuffs on your hands. After the fight, you hadn’t put up much of a resistance. Not even when Caitlin had vibed your mind to search for some explanation. But with no luck. They were all a little scared right now. Barry played with the ring on his finger, his suit retracted a while ago.

Eobard woke up with a terrible headache, but otherwise okay.

They were all conversing in the cortex as they watched you through the glass doors.

“She seems pretty convinced that I’m the enemy. She said that I killed Barry’s parents. That we’ve been enemies for decades. “

“Crazy isn’t it?” Iris intervenes.

“According to all my tests she’s perfectly healthy. There isn’t anything to indicate that she’s been exposed to foreign agents that could have caused the delusions. Her brain activity is normal.” Iris adds.

The information just leaves them with more questions.

Eobard’s brows are furrowed.

“What if she isn’t hallucinating, what if it’s all real?” His statement draws in all their interests.

“The way she reacted to me, all what she said, it’s almost like she’s lived in an alternate reality. An alternate universe.”

Barry’s eyes widened.

“You don’t mean..”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Dr. Wells used to dominate in this field of science before he retired and decided to teach. I’ve read all of his books and he speculates about other worlds. With all the crazy things we see, would another world be that far fetched. “

Barry shakes his head.

“I guess not. “

They’d been through so many crazy meta and situations, this should be easy.

The ringing of Cisco’s phone pulled his attention. “I have to get back to the precinct.” Cisco states.

“That’s alright, we’ll keep you updated. “

“If anything changes just call me.” Cisco sent one last look in your direction before he was heading out of the cortex.

“I should probably get going.” If the mayor was gone too long of course suspicion would arise.

“Please if anything changes.”

“You’ll be the first to know.” Joe looked reluctant to leave. They all understood why.

Now it was just Iris, Barry, Eobard and Caitlin. None of them were sure what course of action was necessary.

“I feel bad for cuffing her.” Iris says looking down at the clipboard in her hand.

“We didn’t exactly have a choice. She was punching the crap out of Eobard.”

“I was letting her win. “ He brushed off. Barry just smirked.

“Whatever you say. Either way, we can’t have her running around beating the crap out of people she thinks are her enemies. I was lucky to grab her when I did. She was moving crazy fast. How is she so powerful so quickly? It took Eobard months to figure out that lightning throw technique. She did it with ease.”

Iris nods.

“That’s another reason why Eobard’s theory might not be so impossible. This is so interesting.” Barry could already tell that Iris was to go full on scientist.

“Alright doctor, before you get pulled in we should all talk to her.”

“Maybe it’s better if Eobard stays outside.” Caitlin intervenes.

“He’ll be fine. She’s cuffed.” Barry waved off. He was already walking in your direction, and they followed behind.

The doors open upon their entrance, closing behind them. Your gaze drifted over lazily. You looked like you were still trying to absorb all the information. For the most part you gave no reaction. But the second Eobard was inside, your body tensed. You straightened in the chair, ready for a fight it would seem.

“Relax, we just want to talk.” Eobard spoke. Your jaw was still clenched.

“The second I’m free I’m going to drive your face into the pavement.” You hissed.

Eobard grimaced at the mental image.

“I must have been an absolute menace for her to hate so much.”

It was a bit disheartening.

“This is worse than when Barry told us he was stuck in that musical.” You grumble. Eobard raises a brow, but doesn’t comment.

“Just so I’m following, in your reality. We’re enemies.”

“Exactly.”

“And you hate me?”

“Detest, abhor!”

Your eyes are not the least bit welcoming. Barry chuckles from the side. Earning a nudge from Caitlin

“Come on you have to admit this is crazy especially since Eobard has a cru-’

“Crucial need to solve this case.” Eobard’s stare moves to Barry, silencing him.

To get to the bottom of this, they needed more answers.

“It’s just so unusual. He’s a hero in this reality, but it sounds like he’s a villain in yours.” Iris says.

Eobard and hero should not be placed in the same sentence.

“I know you think I’m an enemy. There’s nothing I can say that would give you a peace of mine. So why don’t we try to evaluate. Maybe if you tell us the changes in your reality, it might help us understand how you ended up in ours. “

Your expression didn’t change. Not at all. You just sat upright, glare still pointed at Eobard.

“Where I’m from, you’re called the Reverse Flash. You killed Barry’s parents, created the explosion in the particle accelerator which killed Caitlin’s fiance. Tried to kill Barry multiple times. Triggered a second minor particle accelerator explosion that gave me my powers, then tried to kill me. Actually killed Cisco. But because the timelines changed, he survived. Is there anything else you need to know?”

They were startled by the information. The silence was deafening. Barry is the one that broke the clearly tense air.

“Wow, you’re an asshole in her reality, Eobard.” Caitlin smacked his hand, and Iris just sighed at their antics.

“I can’t believe that another version of me is a killer.” Eobard muttered.

You didn’t want to believe that this version was acting so humane.

“This is some trick right. You might have them all confused, but somehow you meddled with the timeline and now you’re playing them all like puppets. I know you Eobard. A hero, that’s laughable. This whole timeline is a joke. You’re a murder. A coward and a disgusting monster!!” You jump out of the chair, and Barry gets between you.

“That’s enough. You need to stop acting like a child.”

Your face falls.

“B-But Barry he-”

“He’s trying to help you. We all are. From the moment you got here you’ve done nothing but act irrationally. You say he’s an enemy in your reality and we believe you. We’re trying to solve this, but we can’t do that if you keep yelling threats at our friend. Eobard is part of this team. This family.”

You couldn’t believe this.

“I-I’m your family…”

“No you’re not. You’re just some version of our friend.”

If it was possible to hear a heart shatter, you were positive they would have all heard it. The minute those words leave his mouth, Barry looks apologetic.

“(Y/N) listen. I didn’t mean it like that it’s just you-”

He touches your shoulder, and you shrug it off. Turning your back, you lift your cuffed hands, climbing onto the bed as you turn your back to them. You lay down, and no one says a word.

“(Y/N).” You don’t respond to Barry’s call.

They all get the message. Iris pulls the cover up to your shoulder.

“I’ll be back with some food.” You can hear their footsteps echo as they exit. Eobard is the last one to turn away and leave.

“I hope you’re happy. You..won..” 

He can practically hear the tears in your tone. Against his better judgment, he turns back in your direction. When the rest of them spot what he’s doing they are about to advise against it.

Eobard slides the key out of his pocket, and takes your wrists gently. He frees you from the cuffs, and you can only stare. The fresh tears on your cheeks. The sight breaks his heart.

“Hit me. If that’ll make you feel better then hit me. There’s not much I can do to convince you that I’m not that evil speedster that you know. So if punching me will elevate even a bit of your pain then I’ll gladly be your punching bag. “ 

He opens his arms.

“Hit me. As many times as you want. I won’t fight back.”

You just stare.

How can this man, blond hair, green eyes hold so much care towards you.

As you look at him, you can’t find it in yourself to attack. He just stands there, waiting.

You just look down at the floor, gripping the edge of the bed. The tears come cascading down before you can stop them. Your shoulders shake, and Eobard’s hands lower as he watches your devastated state.

“I…don’t know what I’m supposed to do..” You cry.

It’s raw and real. You can’t hold back. Because the whole point of this was to spare Barry so he could have a life without Eobard. Maybe you’ve done just that. Maybe Barry and the other’s are off in that other reality surviving. Living life while you’re stuck here where nothing makes sense. You just feel so lost and broken. You are alone here. Just like you’ve been all your life.

Eobard can’t seem to stop himself. He moves closer, and pulls you into a hug. He knows that the outcome of this situation won’t end well. You’ll probably punch him in the gut or smack him around again. But he can’t help it.

“I’ll do everything in my power to help you (Y/N). You’re a part of us. You’re a part of this team. Our family.”

He waits for you to fire some attack, but to his surprise, he receives no resistance. You actually hold on. It could be due to your emotional state. You just bury your face into his chest and break down.

Eobard holds on tight.

#flash #change #timelines #eobard x reader #care #iris west #Barry Allen #loss #sacrifice #heroes #differentearths #speederster #Central City #metas #alone burnaboy #fights #arguments #switch #fear #misunderstood #humor

[wejustvibing]

The anti-Nico anons on have me on tears 😭 Not to extend this conversation but I have to disagree on one part, yes while Nico benefitted from white privilege, as every white driver does against Lewis, I don't really remember he or his older fans being so aggressively and overtly racist towards Lewis. Lewis has always dealt with racial microaggressions but I think most of his older fans will agree that things have escalated in the last couple of years on account of the growing incel fanbase and larry shipper-esque white women. Don't get me wrong, I am not trying to defend Nico by any means but his new era hybrid fans (as one anon aptly puts it) who join the sport obsessed with MV and find their way to Nico/Brocedes are definitely the worse than his older fans. They rewrite the history between them, rewrite Lewis' personality to subject Lewis to constant racial harrassment and now a big Brocedes blog invents outrageous lies to fuel the agenda against Lewis. The only thing I have never begrudged Nico for was that he didn't take direct advantage of the antiblack sentiment against Lewis unlike Alonso, MV etc (the bar is in hell I know) but his newer fans are making sure that even that tiny amount of goodwill towards him evaporates. The way they despise Lewis to such a scary extent while obsessing over Brocedes is such strange behaviour. Lewis is only palatable to them as an extension of some mid white man, they hate him otherwise. We don't talk enough about white/nonblack women and their power in fuelling antiblack agenda in every fandom. Lewis' whole personality is reinvented by them so they can sell a delusional shipping agenda or prop their white racist fav.

let me preface this by saying i have a really limited fandom/standom experience. i've protected my peace like no other ever since i became a fan and would have continued to do the same had AD21 not happened. anyway, the point is, most of my opinions on fans/stans are based on recent observations and discourses i've seen. so, i'm not sure how much weight these older fans you're talking about hold to what anons have been discussing. if they agree with what you're saying then good for them i guess but i don't think i've seen them talking about it which could be a me problem.

but. nico. he has definitely perpetuated ugly narratives against lewis during and after his tenure, leading to microaggressions and overt racism. the covert racism has been apparent too and i don't know if it can be ignored given how to this day his word (based on his speculations especially after his retirement since he's not been in lewis' vicinity in literally years?) is held higher than those who have worked closely with lewis AFTER him. just because what? he's won a title as opposed to lewis' 2? i fail to recount this goodwill that you talk about here. maybe he didn't take direct advantage but he perpetuated that shit and benefited all the same.

and oh boy you're bang on about the fans' need to associate every little thing lewis says or does with a white man to make him palatable and tbh it needs to be studied and called out every single day. hybrid fans are the worst but yeah, this is not just a brocedes issue. just because we don't make a big deal out of it doesn't mean we don't seen it.

because how are they spending all their time excessively fetishislzing and hyper-sexualizing him but the moment they need to use their brain (because they're clearly incapable of treating him as just another human), he's on the highest of pedestals, proscribed of making even the smallest of "wrong" move white men get an easy pass for. he needs to be punished and has karma coming for him god forbid he displays a single emotion his white counterparts are forgiven & even lauded for.

he's their "favorite" till it's time to show him the same empathy these mid white men get for worse things. they love him as long as they get to "consume" and do not have to "accept". the fetishization of his struggles, adversities and grace in the garb of solidarity and brownie points (i guess?) is so dehumanizing.

"i love it when his back is against the wall" ummm no? "look he's still pining for xyz because he has repressed feelings" ummm how about fuck no?

but i digress.

#anonymous #good morning i took the plunge rip #bye

[taiblogcomics]

Locket, Stock, and Barrel

Hey there, black magic dances. We sure got into a thing last week, huh? You ready for more? I hope so, coz this whole series lasted 18 issues, so we're not nearly done. It won't be constant rage, I promise. I can't keep up hate for that long. But it was very important to put in the hate for the first issue, you know? Let's just say it made its first impressions accurately.

Here's the cover:

...Symbolism...? I dunno. I feel like this cover's trying to say something. Like, the trade I'm reading this from doesn't even include the flies in the cover's image, so that's mysterious. Like, okay, it's a Lord of the Flies homage, that fits the "kids killing each other" theme, but why Reptil? I never read Lord of the Flies, not even for school. I only know it's a reference because I looked it up. I got nothin' here~

So, last time. Arcade decided his murder boner wasn't being satisfied, so he kidnaps 16 C-lister teen superheroes and tells them "Okay, do some murders", and when no one was willing, he murders Mettle to kick things off. It was also suggested to me by a reader--and I totally agree--that Arcade's justification of "Hey, I bet some of you are killers deep down" is still a really shitty way to kick things off. Like, isn't that just gonna incentivise the decent heroes to work together to protect each other from the murderous ones? This whole premise is flawed at best~

So we start the issue focusing on our new character, Deathlocket. She's relating an anecdote in her internal narration about her dad telling her about the fight or flight reflex. Apparently Red Raven can hear her caption boxes, and is spurred into the "flight" option. Unfortunately, Arcade also has a giant invisible forcefield above his Murderworld, and Red Raven crashes right into it, snapping her neck and falling to the ground. That's right. This character from the '90s, dragged out of retirement, and hasn't had a single line has been killed two pages in.

Coz, I mean, we just killed a character last issue. That wasn't enough, was it? You only have 14 left now, you'll have to stretch them over 16 issues after this one. Much like this premise. Anyways, now that that's over, the characters begin to split off into groups. The Braddock Academy kids all go off together, because of course they do. Deathlocket approaches Hazmat and tries to say she's sorry for what happened to Mettle. Hazmat interprets this as pity and begins to power up. This sets off Locket's automatic systems in her cybernetics. But her cannon blast isn't strong enough to put Hazmat down, and now she's mad.

So then we get some flashbacks. Seems Deathlocket was one of those over-achiever students, with a heavy focus on her swimming lessons. Big champ for the school swim team. Anyway, she gets home from practice late, to find Deathlok in her house, pointing his arm cannon at her mom. Which Deathlok this is (seriously, there's been, like, eight at least) is never mentioned. Nor why he's pointing a gun at her mom. Given his positioning, it's like he was waiting for someone to show up for a dramatic reveal. It's a little contrived is what I'm saying. Next thing she knows, the whole thing blows up in her face.

Back in the present, Deathlocket goes wandering off, having been spurned by Hazmat's group. Before she can get too far in the forest, Cammi jumps out of a tree, points her ray gun at her, and tells her to back up slowly. And the reason she does this is because Locket was about to step on a land mine. Cammi has prevented another needless death in this issue, so Cammi gets 5 points on my chart. I like Cammi now. Sadly, as grateful as Locket is, Cammi just didn't want shrapnel in "her tree", so she makes Locket walk off in another direction. So much for friendship.

So we get another flashback, now showing us how Deathlocket survived the explosion of her house: her dad did it. He hauled her mangled body out of the wreck and has been working on repairing her damaged bits with cybernetics, including her brain. Which just woke up and come online. As he's explaining how he plans to use the Deathlok tech on his daughter, SHIELD comes calling. Seems they don't like when one of their scientists goes off the grid and holes up in a bunker, so they proceed to arrest him, discovering Locket's brain in the process.

It's gotten dark out now, and Locket's wandered her way towards a fire, when she's captured by Kid Briton. Seems she's come across the Braddock Academy gang, and so, after Apex gets them to let Locket go and share their fire, we get a huge exposition dump on all these guys. This is just so we can find the writer's OCs cool and demand a spinoff starring them, and it really shows. Like, Apex fully lays out all their names, power sets, backstories, and everything. Like, on one hand, you appreciate it because they're new characters. But on the other hand, you'd rather be seeing the characters we actually care about. And I don’t care about them enough to relate their stories here.

So as Apex explains that she stuck up for Locket coz she knows her father’s science credentials and that she has a girl-crush on Reed Richards' brain, we slip into another flashback. This one's of Locket now in a hospital, where another scientist comes in to talk with her, get the story of what happened to her. He's also the one who has to break the news to her that she's a Deathlok cyborg now. Her dad is... indisposed at present, but he does assure her she'll be all right eventually. And in the present she laughs. Apex doesn't get the joke, but Locket just says she's had a really long day. Which, by contrast, we’ve had a pretty short issue.

I think I expressed well enough that Red Raven’s death was nothing short of disgusting. Lovely way to treat a character. Otherwise, this whole issue exists just to dump the backstory of all the new characters they invented for this comic. Like, I get we have to because we know nothing about these characters. But it does kinda feel like Exposition: The Issue. I guess everyone’s just down to play out Arcade’s sick little game now, because they’re branching into groups and making survival plans. I hope there’s no more deaths next issue, because the series will barely be able to keep up at that rate~

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You know media? The shit that seems to run my brain dry of patience and empathy? Even when it's a "wholesome story", I still feel distant from humanity and myself. Especially when it's about something that is horrifying it has to exist in the first place, like how a 81 yr old navy veteran needed a tiktok influencer to raise enough money for him to RETIRE.

The deep pit of social media has only been around the last three generations. Ours( gen z - who I will be referring to as "us, etc"), millennials (gen y) and our parents (gen x). Before that it was newspapers and word of mouth and paintings that spread news and people. And you can see how it has clearly affected our generation, more than the rest, as I believe we are in the peak of media boom. Of course, for as long as humans have lived, the elders have always complained that the kids are dumber, care less, have no patience, don't want to work, etc. It's the same everytime. But, this time, it's worse.

Our patience is dropping and emotional control is worse and our social connections are poor. Sure, you have a discord chat of your closest friends that you play games and yell at other players with, but hundreds of years ago people would sit with eachother and practice their hobbies and tell stories, poems, jokes. It would be a form of meditation, communication and therapy. But now we sit alone playing games, binging shows, watching tiktoks, wasting our days away.

But it's not our fault. Far from it.

We have been and are being bred and tamed and beaten into the shape of worker bees fueling the machines that generate more wealth for the wealthy. Schools shove work and work and work down our throats while trapping us in breeding grounds for violence and bullying and destruction of empathy. Tight corridors that make you stuff your soul back inside your heart. Toxic classrooms with adults that fail to notice or care when a boy says something horrendous to a girl who just thought her shorts were cute and wanted to wear them; or when the pe teacher says something that makes the girls shrivel into themselves, because they are twelve and know innately that they are too young to be seen that way.

They are trying to domesticate us into churning out more money. Instead of fueling our creative arts and expression.

An example of this is happening right now. Rishi Sunak, the NON-PUBLIC-ELECTED prime minister of the UK is announcing plans to (take out the trans section of the equality act, but that's not what I'm talking about) make every child take maths until they're 18. Like 16, GCSE, isn't enough. Many ADULTS, our siblings and parents, are getting along in life perfectly fine with barely passing foundation maths. He, a billionaire that's never known poverty or struggle, is trying to further quell our human spirit. Does he know that humans have been painting far longer than using cosine?

We are not built for forty hour work weeks. And yet that's what we have been bred for. Constructed for.

Our schools are not about learning and being human. They are about stuffing us into boxes and expecting us to know how to work endlessly like a machine. If you are not perfect, you are destined for poverty for life.

Not only this, but our world is breaking around us. And we have no power to stop it. We are too young to have a say, but old enough to watch it burn, and mourn the loss, and have to be the ones to live through the darkness. While our elders do nothing about it, forget empty promises, then call us useless for our addictions to our phones.

I'm sorry. But it is not mine nor our faults that we have become glued. Our friends that make the honey and plants bloom are dying, and they are heading out to work far too late in the year, and far too early. Our women in the middle East are being murdered tortured and raped for wanting to show their hair. My siblings across the world are being attacked for just wanting to love who they want to. I am called delusional for just expressing myself beyond the gender binary we have been forced into. Our ancient mothers, the great forests, are getting chopped down and charred and killed. Our air is becoming polluted. Our weather is getting hotter, colder, more unpredictable. Our population is getting bigger and bigger, and our planet cannot sustain such growth when it is being carved out at the same time.

It is no wonder we are addicted to mindless media. How could we not be. How could anyone not be. We are drowning in so much pressure and tragedy that our only escape seems to shit posts that I forget in two seconds. We did not cause any of the shit that's happening, that was our elders, the ones that look down upon us for trying to quell the silence just a little. It is their fault, and yet they ignore that and take away our power over our own bodies, preaching sanctity of life, yet their country has the worst wealth gap in the world (worse than what caused the French Revolution) some of the most homeless people, and expensive healthcare. If they cared about life, they would not let their people die so easy.

I hope our children, gen alpha I think, have it better. Or maybe it will be their children. Who's world is not dying, who's siblings are not killed for their gender, who's parents teach their boys how to treat other people like they are people. who's parents teach them the beauty of being human and against the evil of how we were sectioned into categories. Maybe their schools will allow them to flourish, crochet as they watch a video on the solar system, draw as they listen the song of Achilles, dance to music as they learn sign language and how to write braille, make music and learn to work with eachother. Maybe, their education will be focused on how to be human, and not a robot.

Maybe they will have patience and care and empathy that we were never taught, but had to figure out ourselves, maybe, instead of laughing at the autistic girl when she trips, they help her, they love her, they care for her. Maybe they will love strangers in ways that we are desperately trying to, in ways we can only dream.

Maybe, when they start to grow up, their cities won't be crowded with the homeless, even when there are hundreds, maybe thousands, of penthouses who's owners only use them once a year. Maybe their roads will be full of cyclists and walkers and benches and flowers and stone and wood and care and colour. Please let there be colour. Not the boring flat concrete and greys of the cities. Let murals cover buildings head to toe, let artists spray colour across any surface they can find, and let cars with their loud engines and awful smoke be banned. Let busses with their bright colours carry around tourists and people who love their job but aren't forced to come in at the asscrack of dawn so they can take the longer, more special route they reminds them of their mother and how she always loved the yellow sunrise.

Please, let the next generation be loved.

#i hope this made you cry loser #is this corecore? #ive been watching too many of those tiktoks #i just want to dance and sing and love #i don't want to work all my life with the only goal being retirement #i dont want that as my legacy #i hope that is not what i am destined for #i don't want to work to death. #i want to heal the earth #help eachother #love eachother #we are all the same within eachother #let the children have their hair tucked behind their ear when they sleep #let the children play knowing that responsibility wont be theirs for a long time #my generation have been begging to take over our leaders #becaue they are useless and we know they will not make the moves they should #free us #love #loveislove #i love you #i will always love you

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MY NARCOS DRRRRR

PART ONE BC THERE IS A LOT. rn this is just about my family and the whole cartel shit. Next post is gonna be abt me, my life livin and uhm......... probs relationships w/ everyone else lol cause these mfs are FINE.

Obvi we’re going with Narcos Mexico, duh. I’m going in the middle-lateish bit of S1 bc I said so…. HERES MY BACKGROUND

heres a river 4 u. ANYWAYS we're in Guaymas, Sonora. My abuelos is the creator of the Guaymas cartel, one of the biggest distributors of narcotics and transporters to the US.

My abuelos are wit the shits especially my abuela Donna (thats her shes a güera but shes hella Mexican). She deadass built her ENTIRE empire before my abuelo got involved. Sadly she is dead. She died when I was like 14 from a brain aneurysm. Literally everyone who she was partnered with paid their respects, even bitches she didn't fw paid their respects too.

(hes not gonna be my abuelo ill update it when I got time) yeah anyways Donna kickstarted the business and my abuelo Gonzalo helped with whatever. Abuelo has a jewelry business so hes got his own lil thing. They actually partnered after they got together. Abuela would entice future partners by giving them one of abuelos chains or rings and in return, she'd provide drugs for whoever abuelo wanted to get on his business plan. #powercouple right?

NOW OK I HEAR YOU "get to the empire! what do they do???" OKAY FINE.

One of the things they distribute is MDMA! before it was appropriated and watered down by white ravers in the states, one of the most popular versions of molly in the 80's-90's was MDMA Mexicana. It's rare now but back then shit was hittin bro.

Another thing they got is azúcar del diablo which is another pill. It was made on accident by Donna lol but basically its a versital drug. The base already gets you vibing but add a diff plant and the effects change hard. It's almost all natural too only a lil bit of chemicals to enhance the add ons effects.

Pills are the specialty, but power is common too. Its effects are similar to the pill but its easier to crave. (the drug is p addictive if ur not careful always bc the effects are...........................)

So yeah basically they mostly did pills, but working with Guadalajara, they moved weed and later coke to TJ. Since Guaymas is like, way closer, which gave them a cut of the product for them to sell as well as the price for transportation.

Donna was the most respected drug lord in Mexico. From her rise to the bottom to the top as a woman was quite literally insane. She was shaking hands with every single mofo and returning betrayal tenfold.

Gonzalo is pretty highly thought of too. He also started from the bottom and came out on top as one of the most popular jewelry brands in Mexico. Literally almost everyone hes cool with has something on his. When Donna died, Gonzalo took over operations and never remarried.

They have four kids (in order of oldest to youngest): Enrique, Tenoch, Rodrigo (he and Tenoch are twins) and Geraldo.

Enrique didn't wanna be associated w/ the family's DRUG ACTIVITIES bc hes a musician so he kinda left the family? Changed his last name to Reyes and has his own family. Him and I are cool and he swings by on important family functions like he doesn't hate his family but he doesn't want that life.

Tenoch has his own tequila business. seriously really good n all. He and I are really close, if I'm not with Gonzalo or Rodrigo then I'm with Tenoch. Hes like the cool tio, he doesnt have any kids so he treats me like I'm his own. After Enrique left and Donna's death, Gonzalo expected him to want to be apart of the business as well (since hes the second oldest) and he kind of is but he didn't like working under Gonzalo so he started his own thing. He's still involved to sell n shit cause hes good at smooth talking and like traffic shit into the states cause alcohol can cross but drugs cant???? anyways...

Rodrigo is basically runner-up to the cartel if Gonzalo dies or retires. He and Gonzalo work really well together, tbh Rodrigo works well with most people. He's really smart but isn't so much of a business talker so he leaves that to Tenoch. Rodrigo is really generous like you wouldn't expect it from looking at him but he really is kind n shit. He's gotta cover it up tho or else he'd get shot lol.

He and I are close too since I'm mostly with him. He takes the whole taking care of me as seriously as Tenoch, mainly because he also thinks I shouldn't be surrounded by this stuff but te repartieron una mala mano de cartas. That's why he and Tenoch lowkey beef because Rodrigo thinks its safer to be in the crossfire with someone whos deep in it and Tenoch thinks that I should live with him because he lives like across the country.

Okay... Geraldo.... whatever hes a douchebag. Hi this this my father. Hes apart of the cartel too. imma be so real wit u, hes really like the annoying little brother. Hes involved with the cartel but hes gone for months at a time doing god knows what. Hes always got bands on him when he comes back tho so he probably does business when hes out. Rodrigo and Tenoch don't really fw him but since hes helping Rodrigo out he has to tolerate him. Even tho they work together, they do different shit. Geraldo does more of the military work; getting the police and their own soldados together n shit. Aye, violent men are a magnet for each other.

LASTLY IS ADOLFO SUARÉZ :(((( Adolfo's basically like my muscle/bodyguard. He’s ALWAYS around I never catch a break plus he’s so annoying n funny like shut the fuck up? Anyways he’s basically devoted to my family and I’s protection because my Abuelo basically saved him. Dudes a great shot even if he doesn’t look that tough lolzers. But yeah he’s cool

DAMN U READ A LOT. okay so here's how the cartel is now (sometime in the 1980s).

Its poppin tbh. Like rn Kiki's murder is being hella investigated, Miguel Felix got the feds on his ass, idk where Rafas at and Neto is doing god knows what but aye at least we're still standing lol. Pills are getting pretty popular but they're still somewhat underground??? The TJ cartel is a partner-partner now that Guadalajara getting fucked.

ANYWAYS YAS THANKS 4 READING