#suffer grape boy suffer it's fun to see

[holycornngodshelpme]

will i ever find my way and go the distance?

anyway, random thing for an au i like to think about!! i really like to wonder, how mineta's going to feel after graduating ua and seeing all of his friends being cool and being the heroes of their dreams, while he is, well...mineta.

[snowblossomreads]

Day 24: Christmas Party

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x Fem!Reader

Summary: David and [Y/n] make another trip to the evidence room to avoid the precinct's Christmas party and to have a party of their own.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Office Sex, Daddy Kink, One Spank lol, Age Gap, Teasing, Penetrative Sex, Getting Caught, (again don't have sex in the evidence room at the police station)

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: We end Rickmas how we started it! With Detective Friedman getting into some smutty shenanigans but this time with his partner in crime 🤣🤣 Enjoy this smutty finale!

Another year, another shitty Christmas party with headache-inducing music and cheap food that he had to suffer through at the behest of the precinct's captain.

David swore the only reason he was able to get through them in years past was because of the alcohol he would knock back before he entered the building.

But as a sober man, he now had to endure it with a clear head which of course didn't lift his mood, nor did it make it any better when he spotted Monica, his ex-wife strolling in with Matty Grimes.

"Jesus Christ," he hissed under his breath as he turned around, not in the mood to make eye contact or chat with them.

While he didn't particularly dislike her, even though she married his coworker, which still left a bad taste in his mouth, they did still have their little girl together. And because of that, he be damned if he didn't try to make sure that they at least had a civil relationship.

But Matty Grimes, that piece of shit could go fuck himself.

Knocking back the rest of his sparkling non-alcoholic grape juice and sulking, he went looking for the other person he knew would be happy to commiserate with him.

It didn't take him long to find [Y/n], who was wearing a festive reindeer headband sitting at her desk on the other side of the building. The music was a lot less intrusive in this area, but it still could be heard along with some muffled chatter. Better than nothing though.

"Comin' over here to tell me how much fun you're havin' at the party?" [Y/n] asked while paging absentmindedly through a thick folder of case reports as he slid a chair close to her desk.

She knew full well he was having the worst time of his life, considering how much shit-talking and complaining he had done the entire time on the way to the place. Not that she blamed him though, she wasn't very keen on them either and had decided to busy herself with paperwork that needed to be filed. It was a good excuse to avoid people you didn't want to talk to.

"About as much fun as you're havin' sortin' out all them files you got there," he snarked, laying his chin on his hands that were folded on top of the desk. "Shouldn't you also be out there mingling with the folks, smoochinzin? I know you youngins like that stuff."

Putting the folder down, and turning her chair to face him, [Y/n] raised an eyebrow as a smirk tugged at her lips.

"David Friedman you know I ain't about to play kiss ass with folks. Plus," she simpered, her eyes narrowing playfully at him. "I'm not too keen on getting hit on by one of them drunk deputies who like to play grab ass with any woman they see."

This caught David's attention and seemed to rile him up a little as he sat straight up in the chair, his arms crossing against his chest and a frown growing on his thin lips.

"And which one of them boys are you talkin' about?" He growled, his eyes glinting dangerously at the mere thought of some little boy playing cop and talking to [Y/n] in any other way than professional.

That deep rumble of his, and the way he stared at her like a predator eyeing his prey had a shock of thrill running down her spine and down to her stomach that tingled at the gaze. He only looked at her that way when he was getting ready to be balls deep in her, and by the possessiveness in his tone, they were probably in for a party of their own if she played it right.

"Oh you know, the regular ones," she said, shrugging her shoulder nonchalantly as if she hadn't just admitted that she had been getting hit on by their coworkers.

It shouldn't have been surprising considering how she was one of the few female detectives in a profession mostly dominated by males. And plus, she was good as shit at her job and cute so why shouldn't they be hitting on her even if she only had eyes for the man leering at her.

"There's more than one?" He huffed, quickly getting up to his feet, the rolling chair he had been sitting on getting pushed down the aisle as he eyed [Y/n].

"Well yeah, since no one knows that you and me are a thing, a few of them stay tryin' to shoot their shot. I let 'em down gently and all, but it sure is hard keepin' away. I mean I am a cutie pie, aren't I?

"Mhmm, you sure are, and taste just as sweet as pie doll," David purred lowly, his voice causing her to bite the inside of her mouth to muffle any noise as he went to stand in front of her. "But I guess we gonna have to fix all that flirtin' they be throwin' you're away aren't we?"

"Yes, sir we are," [Y/n] grinned, standing up from her desk. "Any ideas, Detective?" His title fell from her lips in a sweet honeyed purr while her fingers went to play with his loosened tie.

Leaning down, David brushed his lips against hers, catching her breath as her eyes darted around to make sure no one saw them this close together. 

"Oh, I got a few up my sleeves doll," he answered before he was devouring hers in a hungry kiss and sending a thrill of pleasure down her spine and in between her thighs.

An eager and throaty moan slipped out of her as he slid his tongue into her mouth, muffling any noise from her as he swirled the slick muscle around her own. His hands grabbed at her waist, pulling her close as her own hand found itself buried in his hair as she kissed him back with as much fervor as she could muster. A blaze of desire grew in her belly and rushed down to her pussy that began to throb while David felt his cock twitch in his pants as they made out in basically plain sight.

Pulling away breathlessly and panting from the lust inducing kiss they both shared, they both eyed each other with hungry looks. Looks that conveyed the same message.  

The evidence room.

Throwing her little headband onto the desk which messed some of the paper up, they said nothing to each other as they scanned the room making sure the coast was clear of lurking coworker.

Once they were sure they were in the clear, they quickly made their way down the hallway and down some stairs to the locked evidence room that had seen its fair share of action when it came between the two. 

Wholly illegal yes, but hey, when you were in need of a quickie, it was a discreet place considering only a few people had access to it. Themselves included being evidence custodians and all that. Plus, the department had other, more corrupt things that needed to be investigated, and them fucking in the evidence room was way at the bottom of the list of things if they had to say so.

Unlocking the door and ushering them in, [Y/n] closed the door in a hurry before she felt David press her flush against the door, her back against his chest and his erection rubbing against her.

"Mm fuck daddy yes," [Y/n] groaned as he attacked her exposed neck, nibbling and sucking at the tender skin with the intent to leave as many bruises on her to get his point across. 

His hands roamed greedily all over her front, dipping underneath the blouse she was wearing and causing her to shiver as his hands ghosted over her belly. Trailing his hands up her front while his lips continued to leave marks on her neck, David shoved his hands underneath her bra and grabbed her breast roughly causing her to squeak as he began the handle her tits roughly. Squeezing and pulling her nipples that stood to attention as he played with them.

"Dave!" She squealed breathlessly as a strong tingling sensation shot through her chest and down to her pussy as he continued to pull at the sensitive nubs. 

There was an edge of pain with his touch, yet, the pleasure that bloomed through her when he would massage the buds to soothe the ache he caused had her throwing her head back against his shoulder as he continued his ministrations.

"That's right," he grunted lowly in her ears, causing the fire in her belly to strengthen as he stroked her breast and ground his hips against her causing more wetness to pool in her panties. "Gonna show them boys you don't need them. Already got your hands full with me don't you?" He asked, pressing his hips against her behind once more for emphasis.

"And vice versa," she giggled considering that he did currently have a hand full of her. This caused him to chuckle as he squeezed her once more causing her giggle to morph into a soft groan. "And I'm sure none of them can make me scream like you do~."

She couldn't see it, but her words caused a little cocky smirk to grow on David's lips and it made his erection more prominent, something that she could feel and let out a tiny whimper about.

"Ain't that right, I guess we should go 'head and test that out shouldn't we?" He smirked as he slid his hands from underneath her shirt, only to go and tug at her skirt and underwear that came down with ease. 

The fabrics pooled on the floor, and [Y/n] stepped out of them and pushed them aside with her foot. She then planted her hands on the back of the door and bent at her waist, allowing David all the access he needed to her.

"Mhm, no complaints from me you know that," she chirped, looking behind and giving him a wink. "Plus we have a Christmas party to get back to. Don't want folks getting suspicious and looking for us!"

Rolling his eyes, David hastily unzipped himself and groaned at the feeling of his cock being free from its confines.

"We sure don't," he hissed as he gripped himself tightly, tugging at the hot flesh that was already leaking with his desire. "Then guess you won't mind if we skipped foreplay?" He asked, already lining himself up with her opening that glistened with her juices.

"Not at all," she purred, wiggling her behind at him and moaning when he gave her a tiny spank. "You can stretch me open with your cock, daddy. You know I can take it."

"Sure do," he growled, leaning over and pressing the tip of him at her opening before slowly sliding into her. "Slutty pussy, fuck, like yours was meant to take dick right?" 

"Mmhmm yeah~" [Y/n] gasped breathlessly at the burn that tore through her as he speared her open with his thick cock that felt never ending as he slid into her. 

The feel of him pushing himself passed that tight ring of resistance inside her had her whimpering and balling her fist as she stretched to accommodate him.

Soft pants, and expletives filled the room as he pushed inside of her, sliding into her inch by inch until finally he had hilted himself all the way in her with a loud groan. Legs trembling, [Y/n] let out a whimper as her insides clenched tightly around him as he made himself home inside her. They stayed still like that for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size as David leaned over her body and planted his lips against her neck.

Tiny mewls escaped her as he began to grind his hips against hers, causing his cock to rub her sensitive channel. It didn't take long before he was grabbing her arms, making her wrist cross in an 'x' behind her as he began to move in earnest.

"Fuck," he huffed breathlessly, hips smacking against hers at a harsh yet steady pace. Each thrust had her dripping at the pleasure that would explode in her belly when he would pull out halfway, only to slam back into her causing her to yelp before moaning. 

It was impossible to stay quiet as he held her hands prisoner while whispering and grunting lines of filth into her ears and punishing her sensitive insides with each thrust. 

"Pussy so tight for me, ugh, bet none of those boys out there, mmm, could make you feel this good." 

"Mhmm made just for me doll, fuck this pussy takes me so well."

Every word he whispered and every thrust delivered had her insides clenching and little cries escaping her as he began to increase the pace. Yet, even with all the noise, she couldn't help but notice that there seemed to be some commotion going on the other side of the door.

The thought of someone overhearing them, and catching them while mortifying, did send a wave of pleasure that jolted her insides and caused both of them to let out a strangled moan as her insides gripped his cock with a vice grip.

D-Dave," she stuttered, struggling to form a coherent thought as her cunt began to spasm at the thought of being caught. The sound of their actives grew louder and louder as her juices began to steadily trickle out of her.

"Someone's, fuck, someone's outside," she gasped, trying to keep her voice down but failing as the heat in her belly grew hotter and hotter. Her legs trembled once again as wave after wave of pleasure was dumped over her each time he would bury himself back in her.

"Then you better learn to be quiet doll," he hissed, not at all slowing his pace. Instead, he seemed to speed up causing her to squeak and moan at the growing pressure building in her abdomen signaling her release was building.  "Unless you want someone walkin' in and seein' this tight little pussy coming all over my cock.'

"Mm, thought you didn't like audiences?" She questioned cheekily before letting out a nosy cry as he slammed his hips against hers hitting that spot in her that had her seeing stars.

A smirk found its way on his lips as he began to thrust harder and faster, causing her jaw to go slack, and her eyes to flutter close as her body flew higher and higher towards that delicious end she had been chasing.

"I don't," he whispered near her ear causing her to shudder. "But guess I'll have to make an exception so folks know you don't need anyone else taking care of this hungry pussy."

And if anyone was outside, boy they did indeed get an earful as David held her wrists with one hand while the other found itself right where both of them were joined. Skillful digits stroked and pressed at [Y/n]'s sensitive bead causing her to shout in surprise as red hot pleasure jolted her nerves. 

His rough thrusts, and his fingers pinching and toying with her, had her exploding in mere moments with a noisy call of his name. It didn't take long after her release before he was filling her to the brim with his warm seed that caused her insides to spasm again at the force of the action. 

They were left panting and groaning as he pushed his cum deeper inside her with a few more lazy thrusts causing her to whine at how sensitive she was. Staying like this for a few moments until both of their bodies seemed to protest at the awkward position, David let [Y/n]'s wrist go before pulling out of her slowly.

The movements caused them both to hiss as he dragged himself out with a wet pop. Standing up and quickly going for her discarded underwear, [Y/n] dragged the articles of clothing back on and winced at the sticky wet feeling of his cum dripping onto the fabric.  

Goddamnit! How many times was she going to have to use the precinct's shower because they couldn't keep their hands to themselves? It wasn't the worst problem to have, but it was annoying. Her little complaint was caught off at the feel of arms wrapping around her waist as a kiss was planted on top of her head.

"I say that was much more excitin' than whatever they got goin' on at that party," David yawned, already feeling drowsy which wasn't great considering they would be there for a few more hours.

Nodding in agreement, she leaned against his chest taking in some of the post coital bliss, or rather as much as she could considering.

"Yeah but I bet someone's probably lookin for us," she sighed, still wary about the noise in the hallway. Though it was much quieter now so maybe whoever it was left and didn't actually hear anything?

Hopefully…

Letting out a loud sigh, David let [Y/n] go, running his hand through his hair to make sure it was his usual amount of disheveled and not the 'I just fucked someone' disheveled. 

"Guess we should be headin' back 'fore people get to putting out missing flyers."

An amused noise left [Y/n] as she nodded and approached the door with him behind her. Swinging the door wide open, her heart immediately dropped into her stomach and she could hear David make an incoherent noise of surprise. Both of them were frozen in their tracks as they came eye to eye with Matty and Monica who also were stunned. 

The silence between them lasted for what felt like hours even if it was literally only seconds. Yet, it didn't make the urge to sink into the floor and disappear any less obvious to [Y/n] who could only think about how they were all getting fired.

Yet, maybe it was thanks to Father Christmas that everyone seemed to acknowledge how comically weird this was. No words were spoken as the married couple stepped back to let the current occupants of the evidence room leave.

There was a nod of acknowledgement between everyone before [Y/n] and Dave were hightailing out of that hallway and back to the stairwell.

Halfway up though, they had to pause because of the laughter neither of them could hold in as they replayed over and over how absurd it was. This party was definitely going to be memorable for both of them for years to come. 

A/N: And that's it folks!!!! I'm so happy with all the things I was able to write this year for Rickmas! 14/24 isn't bad and even better than last year! Maybe in 2024 I'll write for all of them? We shall see. 💖💖💖 Thanks to everyone who have been reading and enjoying these little stories it's been so fun reading comments and writing! Thank you @deepperplexity for hosting this wonderful event and powering through the prompts even though you're busy!!!! It's been a great time!! Now Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone !! 🎄🎄🎄

[melsdreamweaving]

I don't know if this is supposed to help anyone. At the moment I am feeling a little lost. And at the same time, I'm pleasantly surprised. After years of suffering, I feel like a chapter has come to a close. I'm just an ordinary person, who has met some extraordinary people on the way. A nobody who really knows nothing at all. I'm happy being a nobody.

A somebody is someone who just does. But in my case, I'm choosing to balance between doing and contemplating. My middle school teacher called me the thinker. She made an award just for me. Praising me for resolving conflicts in our classroom. But the only thing I did was ask a group of teenagers and tweens to just stop and breathe for a second. That petty fights aren't worth their friendship. That is until one of them screamed in my face. I remember Miss Reyes, her lips set into a thin line. Hating that the toxicity of an older teenager was all it took to make me shrink again. But at the same time I had befriended another girl from Puerto Rico. We've been nerdy art friends ever since.

It's funny to me but in my home, I just wanted to pick up the pencil and draw. However I was also told that I had to write. To make our story known... I used to look at my grandmother and ask her, with what voice? You have already taken mine.

I've had many friends, they come and go. I've had lovers, they come and go. Could I have stayed virginal for the "right one"? It depends. Up until that point, I hadn't really met anyone I would have saved myself for. If I even had something to "save" for them. A girl I knew from Dade, had a similar circumstance. She was funny, and she used to say steal all of their virginities. That way they will never forget you. This person was a riot. And at the same time I understood what she meant. I'm glad that they were able to move on and have a better life elsewhere.

One of my friends had pointed out, that those with sour grapes shouldn't spoil your kind spirit. I also ran into one of the two boys that I altar served with. Reminding me that I have kind eyes, eyes that inspire compassion... I appreciated it, especially now that I am struggling not to go low.

My favorite comedian, Margaret Cho, is now in her '50s. When I dropped out of high school, I was filled with shame. The entire year I had spent it trying to get expelled. Coming up with elaborate plans, and failing miserably because I was still a naive young girl. My favorite thing that she said in the stand-up bit called Vicious Cho was: f*** it this is me. I feel like a lot of young people would benefit from watching her. Especially if you're not LGBTQ but are just feeling lost in your own body. I was told to have a career first, and then there will be time for family. But at the same time, I fell in love. A goofy other nobody named cro mag named Ug, really saw me for the first time.

I can't explain it. But most of what I do is motivated by his smile and influence. I was a teenager when I met him. Just barely turned 18. He took me out on a date, and got me a copy of "Brave New World" from the local borders. I definitely recommend reading it. He asked me if I saw myself in anyone. To tell you the truth I saw myself in the indigenous young man. Taken into high society and not being able to cope with man's inhumanity to man. He told me that you can't save everyone. I knew that. Even one of my professors told me that not everybody can get on the ship little one. And then he proceeded to tell me that being a single father is hard. I nodded my head and said that it must be...

I didn't want to rule the world, I just wanted to see it. Having been a nerd, I enjoyed reading the encyclopedia on the computer. At the time, I loved the sound of hearing the machine come to life. The disc whirring and... My best friend would be there to greet me.

I shared the computer with my uncle and brother. It was a lot of fun to look and see what they were into. Sometimes I didn't understand it, but as my mom taught me snitches get stitches. So I stayed quiet, and played on the encyclopedia Britannica. They had this really cool game called mind maze. Were you learned random facts and navigated a castle.

My favorite games were those where you were a protagonist navigating a strange world. The King's quest games were my favorite. I loved King Graham, and the enchanted world of Daventry.

The woman who authored these games, was introduced to the role-playing games by her husband. I always thought it was awesome to be able to do such a thing. In college it was really hard to find others who played these games but it was fun to talk about character design, and story structure.

Currently I'm playing Shadow dark with a group of my husband's friends. What I enjoy about it is that it reminds me of discworld, at least the way we're playing. None of us have died yet thank goodness.

I like drifting away from things too. People, places, and just relaxing. Have you ever just laid face up in a pool for hours? It's my favorite thing to do. You can just meditate and forget everything. It feels like you're in space. Even though I don't think I would like to be up there. Something about the sky always makes me feel like it's trying to eat me. The ocean however feels like home.

Having Taino ancestry I think back to one of the last survivors of Fidel. At the time when he came to power, the first people he targeted were indigenous. My grandmother had to hide my mom. Her straight hair was a huge problem back then.

The man that I'm thinking of if he is still alive, lives by the ocean fishing and just swimming all day. A simple life. A wonderful life really. My husband and I, talk about living by the sea. Not caring anymore. Just enjoying our lives, because why bother with a world that would turn around and defraud its own people. You were ignorant for believing in others... Okay, I think that says more about you than it does about me.

I love my husband because he said go back to the gym palpy you ain't getting my Padme, lol 🤣. Our food names are ironically rice and beans. Everyone used to call him Mr Bean cuz he looked like the actor when he was younger... And at the time my friends all had food names, and I picked rice. Mostly because I go with everything. And of course being a fan of Fruit baskets definitely influenced that. My friends were fun, but I always felt plain like rice. I met other people that are like rice though. I call them burnt rice, mostly because they're rough around the edges and prickly.

If you were a food what would you be?

[humaforever]

I want to sit on their lap and feed them grapes.

(also Huma, obviously. Harry is talking about Uma)

Obviously their crew is involved, because I love them

______________________________

One lunch. That's all they wanted. One normal lunch.

But alas, Harry would not allow that, so the crew of the Lost Revenge would just have to suffer.

"Look at her Gil" Harry sighed dreamily

Gil glanced up in the direction that Harry was so intently staring at and found that Uma was talking to that Audrey girl. She seemed to be telling a story as she absently indulged on a fruit cup.

"I see her" Gil said, not paying much attention as his main focus was on his food

"Do you? Do you really? Because you don't seem to be admiring her beauty the way you should" Harry said

"I'll leave that to you Harry. Besides, she doesn't look any different than she did when she was sitting with us two minutes ago." Gil said

"It doesn't matter" Harry gripped Gil's arm "She got a new outfit, did ya see that?"

"Yes Harry, I've been with her all day" Gil said

"Do you see how pretty she looks in it!?" Harry said

"Yes Harry" Gil said flatly

Harry sighed as he dramatically laid half of his body on the table "Gods I just want to sit on her lap and feed her those grapes she's eating"

"YOU WANT TO WHAT!?" Jonas suddenly exclaimed, he had been avoiding the conversation before but he could no longer do that

Harry raised his brow at the other boy "You heard me"

"You are sick, you know that?" Jonas said pointing a fork at Harry

"I'll tell you when I find a fuck to give" Harry said

"It's just crazy to me that you would say that when you know there's children around" Bonny shook her head

"Children?" Harry questioned, as far as he was concerned there were no young children in sight

"Desiree, Harry. You know she's just a baby" Bonny said

"Fuck you!" Desiree exclaimed "I'm older than you!"

"Babies aren't allowed to say fuck" Gonzo told Desiree

"Forget the child, he said that right in front of my salad" Jonas said

Gil rolled his eyes "Here we go again with the salad"

"I'm starting to think that Jonas is more romantically involved with this salad than Harry is with Uma" Bonny said

"Not possible " Harry said "No one has ever been more romantically involved with anything or anyone than I am with Uma"

"Gag me with a knife" Gonzo muttered

"My salad is still present!" Jonas cried

"Fuck you and your salad Jonas" Harry said "I'll straddle Uma and feed her your god damn salad"

Jonas gasped

Desiree hit her head against Bonny's shoulder "I think I'm gonna puke"

"Didn't you ever learn about, I don't know, decency, privacy?" Bonny asked Harry

"No, and neither did you so I don't want to hear about it" Harry said

"Everyone around us can hear you Harry" Gil said

"Good, they need to know that I'm Uma's" Harry said

"Trust me, they know" Gonzo said

"I think that message was clear when she pinned you against the wall during the first day of class" Desiree said

Harry smiled widely "That was fun"

"Well, as long as you're having fun" Bonny said dryly

"As long as Uma's having fun" Harry clarified

Jonas chuckled "Man you are down so bad"

"Sounds like a compliment" Harry said "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go feed my girl a grape" he said as he got up and left the table

"At least that's over" Gil said as he watched Harry saddle up next to Uma

There was a moment of silence

"...I wanna feed Uma a grape" Desiree spoke

"Oh God, he's influenced the children!" Bonny cried

Jonas took Desiree's face in his hands "I know your feble young mind doesn't understand yet but this is not the path you want to take! Des we can't deal with another one!"

"Shut up. And get your hands off of me!" Desiree said slapping Jonas' hands

Gil and Gonzo shared an exasperated glance.

Who were they kidding, this crew would never catch a break from themselves.

[emerals]

the lads but it’s cards against humanity

some of these are funny most aren’t lmao

prompts are bolded!!

OZZY - - Seeing my father cry; kid-tested, mother-approved. - Step 1: A sorry excuse for a father. Step 2: Vehicular manslaughter. Step 3: Profit. - What's my secret power? Fucking all my dad's friends. - What's that smell? Poor life choices.

JUNIPER - - Excuse me, straight man, but all the different kinds of lesbians isn't for you, STRAIGHT MAN. - Mr. and Mrs. Diaz, we called you because we're concerned about Cynthia. Are you aware that your daughter is throwing grapes at a man until he loses touch with reality? - Girls. High five, bro. - A romantic candlelit dinner would be incomplete without getting serial killed.

XIMENA - - I never truly understood hot people until I encountered your mom. - But before I kill you, Mr. Bond, I must show you vigorous jazz hands. - That's right, I killed heteronormativity. How, you ask? Bees? - For my next trick, I will pull science out of a Bop It.

WHITTANY - - I drink to forget being rich. - Uh, hey guys, I know this was my idea, but I'm having serious doubts about breaking into song and dance. - I got 99 problems but crumbs all over the god damn carpet ain't one. - Hey guys, welcome to Chili's! Would you like to start the night off right with kissing grandma on the forehead and turning off her life support?

ASH - - Arby's We Have completely unwarranted confidence. - When I am President, I will create the Department of a bitch slap. - Hey Reddit! I'm judging everyone. Ask me anything. - I'm LeBron James, and when I'm not slamming dunks, I love two Xanax and a bottle of wine.

VIVIAN - - YAAAAAAS! You are serving me daddy issues realness! - Dude, do not go in that bathroom. There's men in there. - What's the best metaphor for our political system? 30 shirtless bears emerging from the fog. - 50% of all marriages end in listening to her problems without trying to solve them.

EVERETT - - In the new Disney Channel Original Movie, Hannah Montana struggles with the patriarchy for the first time. - What are my parents hiding from me? Saying "I love you". - As the mom of five rambunctious boys, I'm no stranger to a little boy who won't shut the fuck up about dinosaurs. - If you can't love yourself, how the hell you gonna love committing treason?

KIWI - - Mamma Mia. Here I go again. My! My! How can I resist giggling like an anime girl? - Kids, I don't need drugs to get high. I'm high on sunshine an rainbows. - TSA guidelines now prohibits wizard music on airplanes. - My fellow Americans: Before this decade we will have Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson on the moon!

DEAN - - I get by with a little help from self-loathing. - I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure what you're suffering from is called "being fucking pathetic". - Your dreams are one click away! Learn more at Hope.com. - What's the most emo? A lifetime of sadness.

NIX - - Maybe she's born with it. Maybe it's menstrual rage. - The class field trip was completely ruined by whatever straight people do for fun. - It's a pity that kids these days are all getting involved with unfathomable stupidity. - Old MacDonald had dark and mysterious forces beyond our control. E-I-E-I-O.

HUNTER - - Howdy neighbor! I couldn't help but notice you struggling with getting into a pretty bad car accident. Need a hand? - Why can't I sleep at night? Dead parents. - When I was tripping on acid, BATMAN! turned into therapy. - I'm Tony Robbins, and over the next sixty minutes I'm going to teach you how to harness the power of the Kool-Aid Man!

DOTTIE - - What's there a ton of in heaven? Some god damn peace and quiet. - What's a girl's best friend? Solving problems with violence. - I'm going on a cleanse this week. Nothing but kale juice and silence. - IF you like sipping kombucha like a smug piece of shit, YOU MIGHT BE A REDNECK.

ADEN - - Check me out, yo! I call this dance move "establishing dominance." - White people like drinking gasoline to see what it tastes like. - Just saw this upsetting video! Please retweet!! #stopmyinnerdemons - Why do I hurt all over? A mistake.

SYLVIA - - Designers! For this week's challenge, you must make a dress designed for telling Heather she can't pull off that top. - Daddy, why is mommy crying? Toxic masculinity. - And the Academy Award for complaining goes to the careless cunt who left a water ring on my credenza. - Why am I sticky? Soup that is too hot.

LOUIE - - Instead of coal, Santa now gives the bad children PTSD. - We're here! We're doing crimes! Get used to it! - Today on Maury: "Help! My son is being a motherfucking sorcerer!" - Premiering tonight: NBC's new heartfelt family drama, This Is an old guy who's almost dead.

MARSHALL - - I'm sorry Professor, but I couldn't complete my homework because of some guy. - What never fails to liven up the party? Being on fire. - Well if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I have a date with kayaking with my sluts. - Here is the church. Here is the steeple. Open the doors and there is a messy bitch who lives for drama.

[chernobylcatfish09]

Questions questions, that is what i am made of :)

What makes you happy?

What makes you sad?

If you could fix one problem magically, which problem would you fix?

Do you like sunbathinbg?

Do you tan or get a sunburn?

If you had to dye your hair, what color would you dye it?

Do you want to have short hair or long hair?

Do you like doing makeup, whether it's your own makeup or others?

Do you ever see yourself getting married?

If you did get married, what kind of wedding would you have? Who would you invite?

Have you ever seen Jaws? Did you like it?

Do you like slash fan fiction?

Do you like fireworks? Why or why not?

What's your favorite role play blog?

Do you prefer red grapes or green grapes?

Do you like your drinks to be cold or room temperature? Or maybe warm, like hot chocolate?

When does you summer break start?

What are you excited to do over the summer?

What is your dream job?

Do you know anything about cars?

Outside of art and sea animals, what are your interests?

I forgot if I already asked, but do you want kids ever?

Do you like sour candy? Do you like chewy candy?

Do you like sitoms? Why or why not?

What are some things you experience as an autistic person?

Do you prefer math or writing?

What are your thoughts on hats?

Do you plan your outfits before you go out, or choose clothes randomly?

What are you afraid of?

What features do you think are beautiful/handsome?

I MISSED THIS LAST NIGHT IM SORRYYY /lh I was eepy but im awake now so I can answer =333

1. my interests, even while some (debatably most) are not light hearted, those being Hollow knight, Night in the woods, Cookie run kingdom surprisingly, and Kikuo just to name a few

2. People being dipshits, especially to me, yelling, prolonged suffering, and more I’m sure I jsut can’t remember rn

3. Probably billionaires existing, I feel like that would eliminate large pooling of money and would then atleast would help some things such as world hunger and poverty, but if that wouldnt work then world hunger at the very least

4. Not so much atm, mainly bc the only time I do it is when I’m forced to by my parents and I don’t like being around them, would probably like it more if I was around ppl I actually enjoyed being around

5. I get lobster burned, I cannot get tanned at all, hopefully I’m ur fave lobster boy /silly

6. I do wanna dye it, and mostly I want to dye it a dark teal, but if I could get jet black I would be happy with it, there are more colors that would be cool to try

7. I have long-ish hair rn, and I prefer to have longer hair, makes me feel like a cryptid /pos, I can hide my face easier and it makes me feel much better seeing myself

8. I don’t really care for makeup, mainly bc I don’t know how to and I’m too lazy, I do get flinching when other ppl do mine, but I’ll say maybe, bc I think I would enjoy like clown and trad goth makeup

9. Only really for tax benefits, but that would only be with someone I trust a lot, unfortunately i don’t trust people fully a lot if ever, I got trust issueesss but somewhat yea

10. Probably a small wedding and only invite very close ppl, those things get hella expensive, though I haven’t thought about it a lot

11. I have seen jaws, and I enjoyed it, it was a shark movie l, I think a fact about it is that the creator accidentally ruined or further ruined the reputation of sharks and tried to help reverse that, also there’s a lemon demon song of jaws, scrumptious song

12. Fanfiction in general I do enjoy, I don’t read it so often mainly bc it’s reading, I don’t know exactly what slash fanfic is tho

13 fireworks are very loud but very pretty, love/hate relationship with them, I don’t like balloons tho like at all tbh

14. Prob the twisted bitch (Michael distortion) and the Oliver banks ones in here, if you want me to tag them lmk they both are fun

15. I don’t actually remember, I think red grapes tasted better to me

16. I prefer drinks that are not room temp, between hot and cold I can’t decide which one I like more, both are scrumptious

17. Technically it has started, except I gotta read a book so I don’t really count it as have started, but I do get a full week off before that, which is this week, currently Friday so yayy

18. Go to the shitass water park with my cousins a lot, and bing watch some cartoon shows again, mainly gravity falls and Steven universe, hopefully I can fit toh and adventure time but if not I’ll fit toh in fall

19. Some job in an aquarium, but if I can’t score that then a job in a library

20. Nope, besides like some cars such as jeeps are made for off-roading while other cars are made for like normal driving and usually bigger cars consume more gas and are more expensive than smaller cars, I don’t know shit bout em

21. Probably video games, those are broad interests that hold the such interests, which are specific things, like for games hollow knight and pikmin are specific ones, I don’t actually know specific ones or how to describe them, neurodivergence’s are interesting and I look into them, they actually probably count

22. I forgot if you asked to but oh well, I do not think I will ever want kids and I don’t want to have them, even if I did I highly doubt I would be stable enough to properly raise them, I can’t even take care of myself properly tbh, so it would be terrible for everyone involved

23. I love sour candy, chewy candy is good but I despise getting it caught in my teeth

24. I don’t really care for sitcoms, I don’t watch them, and this isn’t in the genre but I love watching shows like Nailed it, where ppl try to recreate some professionally made cake or dessert but they aren’t close to that level, ooh that show was so fun to watch

25. I don’t know if these are all tied to autism specifically but I’ll say them anyways, misophonia is a big one, fucking hate it it’s horrendous to deal with, I have a shitass focus, emotions are difficult to understand fully, not good at social interactions with those who aren’t neurodivergent (even then it’s difficult tbh), lots of maladaptive daydreaming and dissociation, I have a bad memory bc of it, and some weird sensory issues, like I cannot scratch walls, cardboard or glass or my arm will feel n2’4’3’;&;’’ /neg, I can’t stand to touch cardboard in general tbh

26. Writing, I cannot stand math, I’m not good at writing but I’ll take it any day or math

27. I think hats look cool but I can’t really wear them, makes me feel weird, might be a sensory think idrk, same with hoods I don’t like wearing the hoods themselves but I love hoodies

28. I would go out in the most horrendous shit that doesn’t match if my mother didn’t stop me, I can’t choose outfits for shit tbh, choose randomly is my way

29. Being abandoned by those I actually like being around, being backed into a corner without escape from something that’ll harm me, never being happy, prolonged sufferings, dementia and Alzheimer’s, and more I’m sure

30. Idk specific features tbh, I mean I love long hair and I guess dif nose shapes, I don’t really know specifics I like I jsut love looking at features in general it’s very nice to see the differences in human bodies, aswell as scars, freckles, teeth gaps, and similar things

I love questions yayyyyyy /gen

[emo-batboy]

thoughts on battinson with his like seven kids and they have to suffer through everyone wanting to fuck him cause have you seen him??

Alright so this response kinda works in a competely separate realm of canon than what I usually post. I’m gonna preface that right now, but BOY do I have thoughts :D

So when I think of Battinson and his (non)accidental orphan acquisition, I see Battinson as being on a much more even playing field emotionally than most other iterations. He’s not really as stoic and put-together, so having kids (especially multiple) would cause a LOT more chaos and drama. So in this case, I like to think that it happens at a very rapid rate. (Again, I’m saying this because this require straying from the film’s canon to a much larger degree than I usually do.) SO by the time he’s 32, he has an 11yo Dick, a 9yo Jason, and an 8yo Tim. And they probably grow with him much like teen parents do with their kids. He’s not as authoritative as most parents. Instead, he starts out as like half older brother, half dad, then graduates to the roll of batdad after his whole vengeance era.

THAT ALL BEING SAID!! BECAUSE THEY’RE SO MUCH OLDER AND BRUCE IS YOUNGER, THEY DEAL WITH A LOOOOTTTTTT OF CREEPY LADIES TRYING GO GET WITH THEIR DAD. (AND THEY ARE VERY. SMART. FOR THEIR AGE)

Dick, older brother and the leader of the “Save Dad and Our Childhood Innocence” brigade teaches the three everything there is to know. He is the most experienced with these awful public events like galas and charity auctions, so he is in control.

And it is SO much easier to get the creepy suitors to back off when they work as a team

Dick talks everyone’s ears off. He’s the golden boy (getting perfect grades and gold medals in his school’s gymnastics team) so he EASILY gets away with distracting people

Dick will insert himself into adult conversations all the time, and Bruce always lets him, which allows Jason and Tim to wreak havoc on whatever target they chose.

Whenever it isn’t too obvious or it’s late enough in the night, Jason will fake a cold or a headache sometimes (he’s prone to falling sick) and Bruce will insist that he take his kid home and tuck him into bed himself, very fatherly

Tim uses his Youngest Child points to woo the nicer ones and direct them away from Bruce, but it doesn’t usually works on the gold diggers (and thank god because Tim HATES acting cute) so he’ll use it on Bruce instead

When those three plans don’t work, the three gremlins start getting Creative TM

Jason, taking a swig from some wine glass and proceeding to spray it all over Vicky Vale’s white dress: “This isn’t grape juice!”

Tim, resident iPad kid and (despite popular belief) The Most Evil of the Three, sees some lady touching his batdad so he finds her phone number on an online directory and prank calls her every time she gets too close

Suitor: “Your father is very handsome.” Dick: “My father’s dead :(” “…” “Oh wait, you mean Bruce! Yeah, he’s nice.”

One lady starts hanging off of Bruce, but he needs to run off to say hello to an investor. Jason appears from nowhere in his dapper little tux and the lady just says, “So uhh, you like the Wiggles, right?” Jason: “Nope! Have you ever read Crime and Punishment? :)”

Dick “accidentally” slaps some obnoxious guests with his wild hand gestures “Oh no! I’m so sorry :(( Let me get you an ice pack” and pulls them away while the other two hide their laughter

One of the ladies who is WAY too comfortable and forward when flirting with Bruce is forced to sit down with Tim and he goes in head first “what are you doing with my dad?” “oh you know what adults do, honey. Messing around, having fun” and he’s like “well My dad doesn’t look interested” “of course he is! who knows? Maybe we’ll hit it off and make another one of you one day” which gives Tim intense psychic damage, but he’s a horrible little brat so he doesn’t give up. He hits her with the innocent doe eyes and asks in the cutest fucking voice “Where do babies come from?” she BOOKS IT (they never see her again)

Anyway, to answer your question: they are little terrors. and Bruce knows they’re little terrors, but he doesn’t care because he hates the creepy attention even more than they do, but this way it comes with a show :D

[nagdabbit]

do you have another snippet of blackpool contract club? pwetty pwease?

for you? OF COURSE! tho this is the only other section that's even remotely coherent 😅 it's still early in the process! i am v enamored with these idiots as assassins tho

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When his target wasn't guilty of war crimes or unforgivable acts, he liked to give them a quick end. No pain, no suffering. Let them have a nice day before he laid them down to rest. 

Sometimes that was poisoning a Solo cup at a picnic table, letting his target drift off in the warm sun. A car bomb that would light up so hot and fast they wouldn't feel any pain, just close their eyes on the sight of perfect sunset. 

This one, he'd put a bullet through the temple of—but only after he had a nice morning at the farmers market. 

He had a good vantage point, a clear shot down the alleyway young Wheeler cut through on his way home. It was otherwise unused for days at a time, it would be at least a few hours before his body was noticed.

Claudio watched down the scope, following Wheeler's movements as he passed between stalls. 

He had a good record for someone so young. Only one failed contract to his name, and it was one even Claudio had failed at. Danielson was fun to spar with, though, so he didn't sweat too much about losing out on a payday. And, besides, Danielson hadn't taken him down yet, either.

Wheeler got vegetables at one stall, stuffing carrots and celery down into a canvas bag, and turned to another stall for honey and jam. He wove in and out of people, like a dancer. All liquid grace. Claudio was enamored enough with the cut of his figure that he damn near missed the quick movements of Wheeler's hands.

He spun out of the way of another passerby, waved him off with a bashful smile, all the while fucking a stolen wallet into his back pocket. So quick he almost missed it. 

He was such a quick little thing, and his file hadn't said that. It hadn't said he had a disarming charm to him, the kind that let him get away with just about anything. It didn't say he liked to pickpocket just for fun. Not even for practice, it was simply for the joy of it. It was infectious, it had Claudio grinning down the scope as he went, tallying up the boy's score.

Three wallets, a few stolen grapes, a secreted away pot of honey, a handful of wedding rings and Rolexes. He managed to get a whole bottle of season vinegar into his bag without being noticed. And that wasn't even counting everything he'd stolen before Claudio had even noticed. 

By the time he'd started down the alleyway, licking hard-earned strawberry juice from his clever fingers, Claudio was packing away his rifle. He had money enough as it was, he could stand another lost contract. He would much rather see what the kid would go on to do.

[literallymitch]

𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 || 𝐃.𝐃

requested: no

summary: the first part of the reputation series in which the reader first meets Damiano

pairing: Damiano David x famous!reader

word count: 2k

what kind of content: fluff

warnings: drinking

passages written in cursive are flashbacks

some of the lyrics were changed so they would fit the story

Please don’t steal any of my conten and release it elsewhere. Also all of this is fiction. I don’t know these people in real life nor do I know how they act

a/n I I hope you all enjoy this one, as much as I do. I’m so excited about this series jdhidcuheu. What song do you guys think is next? As always please keep in mind english is not my first language. I’m super happy about feedback!!

With a buzzing head I woke up. I shouldn’t have drank so much yesterday. Feeling the after effects of the alcohol I consumed yesterday, I looked at the sleeping figure next to me. A gorgeous man with brown hair and tattoos that fitted him perfectly. I smiled to myself, knowing he was the reason I probably drank a little too much yesterday. There was no way I would have found the courage to actually talk to him otherwise. He looked like an angel sleeping so peacefully in my queen-sized bed. As I looked at his sleeping figure, an idea popped into my head. I grabbed my notebook and went to my balcony that was connected to my bedroom. Looking at him one last time through the huge window in front of me. I opened my notebook and started writing down some lyrics in memory of last night.

You should take it as a compliment That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk You should think about the consequence Of your magnetic field being a little too strong

“We wanted to start working on our next album soon too.” , the gorgeous man in front of me said with an Italian accent.

After a few drinks I was finally talking to him. I was too busy taking in his beauty that I didn’t really listen  to what he just said to me. All of a sudden, I started giggling.

“You know, your accent is so funny, I love it. Like the way you pronounce some words? Hilarious”.

“Thanks, I guess?”

I cringed a little thinking about this specific moment. If he knew the only reason I was making a fool out of myself in front of him was his magnificent appearance, he would take it as a compliment. He probably already knew that was the reason. How could he not know? It’s not like he has never looked in a mirror. Also, there is no way, I am the first person that had to suffer from his magnetic self. By now he should know what his whole existence is doing to people.

And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us He's in the club doing, I don't know what You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)

“Shouldn’t your boyfriend be here as well?” the beautiful Italian boy asked.

“My wha- Oh you mean Andre? He isn’t my boyfriend. The media just made that up after we went out once, and I was caught at two of his games. We haven't talked in months. He’s probably at some club right now, annoying some poor girl.”

At that moment I thought I’ve seen a small smile appear on his face. He then just turned to the bar tender, ordering another beer. God, how could he just keep his cool like this the whole night. Usually it was the other way around. People would stand drunk in front of me trying to make a move, while I just stood there unimpressed. He really made me feel like an insecure fourteen-year-old girl again, and I hated him for that

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine You've ruined my life, by not being mine

“The sunset is really beautiful today” Damiano stated sipping on his glass of Whisky. I nodded in agreement while I ate a grape from the vine that was placed on the bar counter.

The bar were at was on top of a small mountain somewhere outside Rome. From there we had a great view over the whole city of Rome and how the sun met the city's skyline. It really was beautiful, still it was nothing compared to him. I wish he would’ve been mine, so I could’ve rested my head on his shoulder right there and then, but he wasn’t.

You should take it as a compliment That I'm talking to everyone here but you (but you, but you)

“I’m glad we’re finally getting a chance to talk after you talked to, well, everyone else at this bar except me.”, the handsome man called me out while he sat down next to me.”

Feeling a bit caught, I just gave him an awkward smile. I tried to come up  with a reasonable excuse, that was less embarrassing than ‘Yeah sorry about that, I was just too scared to talk to you because you look like you’re straight out of my dreams.’

“I’m really sorry about that! It was just that every time I was done talking to someone, the next person already stood behind me wanting to talk.” I lied.

“It’s alright. I guess that's what happens when you’re a world-famous singer.”

And you should think about the consequence Of you touching my hand in the darkened room

It was now 11pm and the sky outside was completely dark. The lights in the bar were also dimmed a bit, creating a cozy atmosphere. Damiano and I were in the middle of our conversation, as he accidentally grabbed my hand, that was resting on the bar counter, instead of his drink. It felt like an electric shock. An electric shock that woke up the butterflies inside my body. My hand started to tingle, and I’m pretty I was full on blushing now.

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her But if you're single that's honestly worse 'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

“So do you have a girlfriend?”,  at this point I was so drunk I didn’t even care how this question came across anymore.

I was pretty sure he in fact had a girlfriend, I mean how could he not looking like this?

“No I don’t.” Thank god. “It’s kinda hard building up a real relationship with someone when you're always busy, but I guess you can tell me a thing or two about it too.”

Oh, yes, I could. Still I would drop everything I was doing right now,  just to be with him.

Chocolate brown eyes looking in mine I feel like I might sink and drown and die

Just as my confidence made a small comeback, I made the mistake to directly look into Damianos beautiful brown eyes. There really wasn’t a single thing about him that wasn’t extremely beautiful. I started to feel a bit dizzy as a wave of heat rushed through my body. What is this man doing to me?

Just thinking about it again made my heart beat three times faster.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

For like the million time this evening, he made a laugh. Great, so he wasn’t just incredibly handsome, but also extremely funny. I didn’t realize how happy I was in his presence until I remembered he wasn’t mine. Suddenly I felt kind of sad, thinking about how I maybe would never see him again after tonight. I just wanted to grab his hand and run away with him. Somewhere I could be alone with him. Somewhere he would be only mine.

Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats Alone, unless you wanna come along

I looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall behind the bar tender. I was shocked when I realized it was already midnight. There was no way we’ve been talking for like three hours now. I scanned the room for my friends, I went here with in the first place.

“Looking for someone specific?” Damiano asked, now also looking in the direction I was looking in.

“Just my friends, but it seems like they already went home. I’ll check if they texted me” I picked up my phone, checking if I had a message from my friends.

‘Hi babe, we already went home, we were kinda tired. Have fun talking to handsome stranger. You better tell us everything tomorrow ;)’

“Did they text you?”

“Yes, my friend texted me that they already went home. Guess I’ll have to go home alone then. At least my cats are waiting for me.” I stood up and tried to make my way over to the wardrobe to get my coat. Unfortunately I forgot how drunk I actually and almost tripped as I tried to walk. Alcohol and heels really are not a good combo. Thankfully Damiano grabbed my arm helping me to stabilize myself.

“You’re sure, you’ll make it home alone?”

“Yes, I am a big girl. Unless you wanna come along.” I said with a cheeky grin on my face.

Damiano left out a soft chuckle. He paid for our drinks and then accompanied me on my way back home.

“It’s already pretty late, if you want to, you can stay over.” I told him after he brought me up to my bedroom.

“That would be nice, thanks.”

After I got myself ready for bed, I basically fell into my cozy bed, cuddling myself up in my soft sheet.

“You mind telling me where your guestroom is before falling asleep?” the Italian boy asked with an amused look on his face.

“Mmh, I don’t know. Just sleep here, it's fine.” I answered him, already half asleep.

After that, I probably fell asleep, since I don’t remember anything else that happened.

You're so gorgeous I can't say anything to your face (to your face) 'Cause look at your face

“Good morning.” I heard a raspy voice say.

I looked up from my notebook and came face to face with Damiano gorgeous figure. His hair was messy, and he still looked a bit sleepy. Since he just wore a pair of boxer shorts, I could finally see all the tattoos that covered his upper body. All of a sudden I felt the same way as I did last night when I saw him for the first time. The words were stuck in my throat and I felt the anxiety build up in my body. How does he manage to make me feel this way by just existing?

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” I somehow managed to say.

“Yes I did thank you. What are you doing?” he asked me curiously as he sat down on the garden chair next to me.

“I’m just writing a song. The idea came to mind when I woke up.”

“Not gonna lie, it’s pretty impressive that you’re able to write a song now after you could barely walk yesterday.” a small laugh left his mouth. “Can I see it?”

“No, it’s kinda awful. I’m to hungover to write something good now. I just wanted to write the idea down.” I lied,  I actually really liked the stuff I wrote so far, but he would probably think I’m a freak when he found out I wrote a song about after knowing him for a day.

“Can you at least tell me what it is about?”

“So you can steal my brilliant idea? No, thanks.” we both started laughing. “I can offer you breakfast though”

“I’m fine with that too” he said flashing me his beautiful smile

And I'm so furious At you for making me feel this way But what can I say? You're gorgeous

We were now sitting on my roof garden eating breakfast. Damiano told me some things about his life and what interests he had. As he did, so I looked at him in awe. I really started crushing on him as he continued to talked about his last tour with a huge smile on his face. I hated it that I was practically on my knees for him already, but how could I not? He’s perfect.

“I could really get used to this, you know?” he said out of nowhere.

“Me too.” I responded, not really questioning what he meant.

I also didn’t care as long as it involved us spending time together. I would make him mine no matter what.

[elisaphoenix13]

Bonding With Clay

Tony woke with a soft groan and rolled onto his side to throw his arm around Stephen and buried his nose in the back of his neck. He even hooked a leg over Stephen's and ground his hips against his ass until the younger man hugged and swatted back at him.

"Tony, no. There's a child in our bed and I have to go to Kamar-taj today." Stephen mumbles.

Tony cracks his eyes open and lifts his head to look over Stephen and sighs when he finds Valerie cocooned against the sorcerer. "Doesn't she have her own bed?"

"She had a nightmare."

"What about William?" Tony complains and Stephen chuckles.

"You know as well as I do that there are some things parents can do that siblings can't." The sorcerer pushes Tony's face away. "Go brush your teeth."

"Absolutely not. You have to suffer my morning breath now." Tony laughs and kisses Stephen. It only lasted a few seconds before the younger was pushing him away again with a look of disgust.

"I can even taste it!"

Tony laughs again and rolls back over to get out of bed and shuffle into their bathroom to brush his teeth. As he passed Lucy's crib, he found her wide awake and sitting up, patiently gnawing on her teething ring...which she fondly chucked at his head. It was her way of saying good morning and also her way of showing that she liked someone. Fortunately she only threw soft things at people. The more dangerous items were chucked at something random. Like the lab incident.

So he and Stephen considered themselves lucky. Of course they still tried to get her to stop, but she was stubborn like her parents. Lucy did what she wanted.

"Just a minute Lulu. I've been ordered to wash my mouth and you know how Mom is." Tony says and grabs his toothbrush. Lucy babbles in a way a baby might be offended and Tony looks into the bedroom to look at Stephen as he gets out of bed as well. "Y'hear that?"

"She always has something to say." Stephen scoffs as he fixes the blankets over Valerie. "It'll be you, Lucy, and Valerie today. The kids have school and classes, I have things to check on in Kamar-taj, and everyone else is busy."

Tony spits into the sink after rinsing and frowns. "I don't mind, but Val never seems to enjoy our time together."

"She's getting better." Stephen sighs.

It was true...for the most part. Valerie wasn't completely reliant on Stephen anymore ever since the twins came to live with them. She adored William, and of course she loved Tony, but she and her father had yet to find something to bond over. She loved reading and the piano like Stephen just like Lucy loved being in the lab with Tony. He would figure something out though. Maybe tough out sitting through The Little Mermaid for the fourteen hundredth time? That was Valerie's favorite movie.

"You taking the cloak?" Tony asks.

"Mmhmm." Stephen responds as he brushes his teeth.

"Athena?" Another noise of approval. "Right... we'll figure it out."

"Mmnnbbbftt!" Lucy babbles.

Tony leaves the bathroom and takes the baby out of her crib. "I heard you the first time, bossy."

"If that isn't evidence enough that she takes after you--" Stephen starts until Tony points at him.

"She could have just as easily gotten it from you Duchess."

Stephen chuckles and walks back over to the bed when Valerie sits up and rubs her eyes. While he got ready for the day and explained to the little girl that she would be spending the day with her father and sister, Tony got himself and Lucy ready for the day. His mind was already occupied with how he would spend the day with the girls since Valerie had no interest in the lab, and everything led to Disney movies and tea parties. Not that he had anything against either of those since he was used to it, but he had tried that before and Valerie just didn't seem as interested as she would usually be.

It sort of made him feel like a failure as a father. There had to be something they would enjoy doing together right? Hell, even Lucy enjoyed being run around by Thomas.

"What sounds good for breakfast topolina?" Tony asks as Valerie climbs down from the bed.

"Fwench toast."

Well, that was easy. "French toast it is." Tony says.

Stephen crouches in front of Valerie when he finishes getting dressed and brushes her hair back. "I'll be back later. Have fun with Daddy, okay?"

"Okay."

Stephen kisses her forehead and gets back up to grab his sling ring off the nightstand, and waits just long enough after opening a gateway to wait for Levi to fly into the room and hang on his shoulders. Then he and Athena were through the gateway and it closed behind him, leaving Valerie to stare forlornly at the space it had been. Tony gently pats her head before leading her out of the master bedroom.

"Where's Mooey? Why don't you go get him and you can help me with breakfast." Tony suggests.

"Can we have fwuit?" She asks softly.

"We sure can." Tony smiles. "We can even have some chocolate chips on our french toast if you want."

Valerie smiles and nods before skittering away to her room to find her stuffed cow. A smile from a promise if chocolate chips was a good start to their day, and he would make sure they had a fruit salad with all of her favorites. So with that thought in mind, he descends the stairs to the kitchen where he deposits Lucy into her high chair and answers her demands when she smacks her hands on her tray.

"You are your mother's daughter...but don't tell him I said that." Tony mumbles and searches through the cupboards for the baby cereal puffs. "Look at that! Apple cinnamon flavor, your favorite!"

He pulls out the container and opens it to pour a dozen pieces onto Lucy's tray and she immediately grabs one and pops it into her mouth, humming happily. Lucy would be fed some proper breakfast later, but the puffs would tide her over until he and Valerie cooked and ate their own food. When he started to grab all they would need to make breakfast, Valerie finally joined him with Mooey in one of her arms, and he grabbed a step stool for her to use.

He gave her the easier tasks such as cracking the eggs and putting some cinnamon in them before it was whisked, and while he cooked the french toast, she washed the fruit. Strawberries, grapes, bananas, and even some kiwi were thrown into a bowl after Tony helped her cut them into pieces, and Valerie carefully mixed them together before stepping down from the stool and carrying the bowl to the table. It was amazing how independent Valerie was already being in her own way. She loved helping any way she could and even got a little upset when something was beyond her capabilities. Like when Stephen got sick. She was able to help make him soup but not much else and hated that there wasn't more she could do to make her mommy feel better.

William had to distract her most of the time, and the other times he had to reassure her. Tony and Stephen didn't like the girls to go into their room if one of them were sick because they didn't want them to get sick too.

"Here we go. Piping hot toast with…" Tony makes a show of topping Valerie's french toast with a few chocolate chips and she giggles. "Chocolate chips as promised. Buon appetito."

"Tank you Daddy," Valerie says softly when he places the plate on the table in front of her. He cuts it up for her before kissing her temple and then gets his own plate before sitting across from her.

"Want syrup?" He asks and grabs the syrup dispenser he had filled with warm syrup and pours a little bit on her toast.

"Ba!" Lucy reaches out and Tony chuckles and puts a drop on his finger to stick in her mouth.

"There. Like it? You don't get anymore." Tony says as Lucy sucks on his finger.

Tony made quick work of his french toast and fruit so he could feed Lucy before she started to demand more syrup. He grabbed a jar of chicken and rice--which made him gag a little when he opened it-- and a spoon, then offered a spoonful to the infant. He really didn't understand how babies could like the meat purees. He didn't dare try it in case it tasted as bad as it smelled, and the vegetables weren't much better. Tony was seriously considering giving the task of feeding Lucy her meat and vegetables to the Avengers.

Or the boys if they misbehaved. He knew for a fact the smell hit Peter harder.

"All done." Valerie announces.

"Great job." Tony glances at her plate. "You sure polished your plate. Go ahead and go watch your movie while I finish feeding your sister."

"Kay."

Valerie gets down from her chair and grabs her plate, carrying it to the sink and carefully lifting it up to drop it in. She checked her hands to see if they needed to be washed, found them clean, and shuffled to the living room and asked Friday to put on her favorite movie. Tony smiled and finished feeding Lucy and cleaned her up before taking her to the playpen in the living room, and then returned to the kitchen to clean up the mess. With how quiet things were, Tony honestly would have forgotten that Valerie was even there. All he heard was the tv and Lucy...and the water running.

How Stephen and William remembered her when she was this quiet was nothing short of amazing, but the thought sounded terrible to him at the same time. He didn't forget about Valerie, not by a long shot, but if someone told him they came by and took her to do something, he would be inclined to believe them. But she was sitting on the couch with Mooey clutched in her arms when he finally finished cleaning up and sat on the couch next to her.

"So...I thought of an idea." Tony smiles when Valerie looks up at him.

"Idea?"

"Yup. I think Tibbs is around here somewhere and he's due for his next pedicure."

Valerie's eyes brighten and she giggles. "Dia and Cassie do that!"

"Well I think it's our turn."

The little girl hopped off the couch to go find the pet safe nail polish and Tony looked around for the cat. It didn't take long to find Tibbs dozing in a patch of sunlight on the floor and the feline protested with an annoyed meow when Tony scooped him up.

"I don't know why you bother throwing a fit." Tony snorts as he carries Tibbs back over to the coffee table where Valerie was already waiting. "What color is he getting today topolina?"

"Purple!"

Tony laughs. "Purple it is."

Once Tony sets Tibbs down, Valerie gently takes one of the cat's paws and carefully applies the polish to each nail. Tibbs, the ever chill cat, sat calmly after yawning and patiently let the little girl do his nails. He was more than used to letting the girls do stuff like this to him and knew eventually they would finish and let him go so Tony wasn't worried about him scratching. All the other animals got pedicures as well.

Even Emir.

"Tibbs gets tweats!" Valerie says after finishing.

"He sure does. You know where they are." Tony says and Valerie gets up to retrieve the cat treats.

She shook the bag as she returned from the lower cabinets in the kitchen, and Tony laughed when the cat's ears perked up. Tony helped his daughter open the bag and she grabbed a small handful which she held out and let Tibbs eat straight from her hand. While the cat purred contently, Tony glanced over at Lucy to find the baby fast asleep with her teething ring still in her mouth.

"Where's the Play-Doh Uncle Steve got you?" Tony asks and Valerie points towards her room. "Go get it. We'll make some sculptures."

"You too?" She asks.

"Me too. You can show me how to make flowers."

Once again, the little girl scurried away, leaving Tony with The Little Mermaid to fill the silence, but soon enough, Valerie came back with an armful of containers of Play-Doh. She sets them down on the coffee table before sitting on Tony's lap, and he smiles as she starts opening the containers and taking out the clay. They spent the next couple of hours shaping the clay into different things, from flowers to Tony's suits, until they were rudely interrupted by Lucy's teething ring. Specifically when it sailed into the air and hit the side of Tony's head.

"I'm guessing it's time for lunch." Tony snorts and lifts Valerie out of his lap, groaning as he gets up from the floor. "Daddy's getting too old for this."

"Burro di arachidi e gelatina?" Valerie requests.

"Yes ma'am. With milk." Tony says as he walks over to the playpen and picks up Lucy. He sniffs and grimaces. "After I change your sister."

Valerie wrinkles her nose. "Yucky."

"You said it. You finish your sculpture and then we can make lunch and watch a movie. Sound good?" Tony asks.

"Uh-huh."

Tony couldn't believe he was worried about this just this morning. He enjoyed playing with the clay with Valerie, and he was pretty sure she enjoyed herself too. He made a mental note to think of more things to do for the future days like this, with another side note to think of things that Lucy could eventually join in on. The baby was growing up fast and wouldn't be content to stay in the playpen forever.

"Phew." Tony reels back a little when he opens the baby's diaper once he gets her on the changing table in the master bathroom. "Are you taking lessons from Harley?"

[rheawritessometimes]

Bodyguard AU Headcanons

{ Bodyguard!Childe/Diluc/Kaeya/Zhongli x GN!Reader }

{ Summary } The day-to-day with your boys. Modern AU Masterlist

{ Warnings } Swearing, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Violence, Blood, Alcohol, Intoxication, Physical Affection.

{ Notes } I love this AU, I'm sorry.

{ Word Count } 1,469

{ Part 1 }

In reality, having the four as your bodyguards felt a lot more like having a bunch of roommates who are way too invested in your wellbeing. Your life wasn’t in serious danger often enough for them to be on high alert at all times, so life could be surprisingly ordinary at times.

Zhongli was almost always the first to wake up, he’s also usually the first to go to sleep so this didn’t come as much of a surprise. Diluc was the next to wake up most of the time, but sometimes Childe was up before him. Kaeya was almost always the last to wake up, especially if he’d been indulging in alcohol the night before.

Barring extraneous circumstances, Zhongli brewed tea at least three times a day. Morning tea, afternoon tea, and evening tea. Sometimes it was the same tea the entire day, other days it was a different tea each time. On days where there was nothing going on, the man seemed to have a pot of tea brewing at all times. He brings out a different cup of tea every five minutes.

While Zhongli makes tea in the morning, Diluc is usually the one preparing breakfast. On occasion, Childe will cook instead, but Diluc makes an effort to be the one making breakfast instead because he thinks Childe’s choice in meals aren’t healthy enough. Childe insists pancakes are fine every once in a while.

Shockingly, you’ve only woken up to a brawl in the kitchen once. Kaeya walked into the kitchen right after you that morning, wrapped in a blanket and looking still half asleep. He made a pot of coffee while you yelled at the other three. Really, it was mostly between Childe and Diluc but Zhongli got involved after the tea kettle was knocked off the counter. It’s the only time you’ve ever heard him say fuck.

The boys had given you an open invitation to observe their sparring sessions and you were pretty sure it was just an excuse to show off. They weren’t exactly subtle when they looked to see your reaction after a win or particularly impressive move.

It was most often Diluc against Kaeya and Childe against Zhongli, but they did mix it up. Diluc and Kaeya were equal matches for each other, any fight between them was a tossup. Childe was always eager to challenge Zhongli and Zhongli always beat him soundly. God of War is good at combat.

Sometimes they try to involve you. You all went to a firing range once and they were so invested in arguing over who got to teach you how to shoot a gun that none of them noticed that you had taken the initiative to start on your own. If not for the fact only one of them was allowed a brain cell at a time while they were all together, they might have remembered that you had basic firearm and combat training. It wasn’t bullseye every shot good, but you could hit the target.

Zhongli was the most mature of the bunch by a pretty wide margin. Diluc is second, but Kaeya gets under his skin a little too easily. The elegant man is levelheaded and wise. Sometimes he talks like an old man despite his appearance telling you he was anything but. His composure was unmatched and he seemed unusually graceful for his line of work. He always looked so neat, never a hair out of place even after sparing with Childe. Zhongli dotes on you the most while also being the most casual about it. Childe and Kaeya are openly flirtatious and Diluc can be rather bashful, but closeness with Zhongli is often very casual. When it’s raining, he likes to hold the umbrella while you two walk together. But there’s something unnerving about him, sometimes you get the strangest feeling that he isn’t human. You knew Childe to be a formidable combatant but Zhongli seemed to beat him with such ease, it scared you sometimes. At times when you knew you were being targeted, Zhongli was always with you. You think back to the times you sat in a panic room, staring at the point between Zhongli’s shoulderblades while he watched the door, gun in hand. Like he was the last line of defense. The thought made you shudder and you decided not to dwell on it.

Childe is certainly the most chaotic of your boys, he also smiles the most. Of course, one of his most outstanding qualities is his love for his family. He talks about them quite often, along with talking about his home. Sometimes he mentions a desire to take you there, but he never stays on that topic for very long. Sometimes Childe reminds you of a dog, he’s high energy and loves attention. He likes running errands with you and tends to mope if you’re not with him for more than a few hours. He’s surprisingly good at cooking and cleaning around the house. Once you joked about how good of a house spouse he would make and he just winked at you and asked if you were in the market for one with a wide grin. He was wearing a pink apron at the time, this detail is important. Childe’s violent tendencies are somewhat alarming at times, especially when he comes back covered in blood. He doesn’t quite understand why you’re not placated by him telling you it isn’t his blood, but he listens when you give him a defeated sigh and tell him to just stop dripping on the carpet.

Diluc is a very serious man. For a while early on, he didn’t even speak to you at all, he just watched silently. That was fine, you didn’t really need to get along for him to do his job. But his grumpy behavior didn’t last very long, he was actually rather protective of you. Of course, that protection came in the form of him frequently pulling you away from Kaeya with the excuse of the other man being “a bad influence.” Diluc starts inviting you to play chess and he beats you every time. At least until Kaeya comes around and leans over your shoulder to whisper advice into your ear. Diluc looks angry enough to pop a blood vessel every time Kaeya appears. The news always reports a spike in vigilante justice in any city you’re staying in and you pretend you don’t notice Diluc sneaking out or back in at night. You’re pretty sure he knows you know, but neither of you ever say anything about it. Sometimes you help Diluc with breakfast and catch a glimpse of his soft smiles while you talk about nothing at all. But these times are rare, Diluc usually tries to maintain a stoic demeanor. Sometimes his stormy expression is intimidating, or even straight-up frightening. But maybe the fact you’ve heard the crunch of Diluc breaking a man’s nose with his fist has warped your perception.

Kaeya is extremely charismatic, but also a menace. He’s quite the instigator, especially with how he tends to antagonize Diluc. But he’s probably the most fun to have a conversation with, especially because you can spend the who time talking about nothing but still have fun. Sometimes he just drapes himself over the back of your chair and plays chess for you just to see Diluc get mad. He finds the way you awkwardly sit there and try to relieve some of the tension very amusing. Stories of his pirate ancestry whenever you ask him questions about his past or family. Occasionally he sings softly when he’s drunk, and not so softly when he’s very drunk. Kaeya likes to bother you when he’s hungover because he wants you to dote on him even though his suffering is entirely his fault. “A kiss would make me feel better.” At least one fistfight with Diluc in the kitchen over grape juice. Kaeya is by fair the best driver out of the bunch and he’s very smug about the fact you most often go in whichever car he’s driving. There are two cars because all five of you cannot be that close in a single car without a fight breaking out 95% of the time. He’s usually so charming but every so often he’s so melancholic you worry for him.

Zhongli is always working on a complicated crossword puzzle and he’s so good at them. Occasionally he comes across one he doesn’t know and looks at you like he wants to kiss you when you help him solve it.

Have you exchanged drunken kisses with Kaeya? Maybe.

Childe celebrates winning a sparring match by picking you up and spinning you around.

The way Diluc says he’ll give you anything you want if you win this match of chess.

[nct-lian]

nct 2020 reacts to the “visions of you” trailer

warnings: murder, use of knives (stabbing), blood

the video started off with nct’s group greeting, introducing themselves and saying what they’d be doing in the video

the video started off with nct’s group greeting, introducing themselves and saying what they’d be doing in the video

“today we will be doing what, shotaro?” taeil pointed to shotaro who was sitting comfortably beside him

“uhhh we’ll be watching lian noona’s new dramas trailer!”

all the members then clapped and cheered, happy she was acting again

johnny cut in and said that lian was sitting behind the camera on her phone and that she was also there

lilizens are crazy and he knew the members would get hate for “leaving her out”

BUT ANYWAYS :D

xiaojun, who was seated in between mark and jungwoo, took the initiative of putting his finger on the mouse to see how long the video was

“wah—! this is the longest trailer ever, it’s five minutes long!”

a chorus of “woahs” and “welp it must be interesting then” sounded through the studio and it made lian laugh behind the camera

everyone else there after that: pls she’s so cute

“would anyone like to summarize the drama briefly?” taeyong scanned the room, looking for a member who volunteered

sungchan raised his hand up high, offering quickly

“okay well it’s about a student who gets murdered, but stays in the world as a ghost and falls in love! right, noona?”

lian beamed and gave him a thumbs up from behind the camera when she saw that he was looking for her approval

“yes! good job, channie :)”

“let’s watch it, yes?” jungwoo hit play excitedly, already anxious to watch it

the trailer started out with soft music playing in the background, a pair of friends skipping through the hallway of what looked to be a school

the camera panned over to their front profiles, and it showed park mikyung (lian) and what people found later to be “kim minji,” her best friend

lucas shouted out, “예뻐 !! (pretty)” when he saw her smiling brightly

she laughed quietly, careful not to disrupt the viewing, yangyang following after her

it was dark outside, and it was clear the two friends are heading out of the school after night classes

when they both exited the front doors of the school, a couple other students waved goodbye with a smile, “bye mikyung! and minji, too”

“ahh~ she’s the popular girl” lian could pick up what shotaro said in japanese and nodded

taking the camera off of the best friends, it went over to a boy who seemed to have been looking at them from afar, almost hidden away behind a wall

the mysterious boy mumbled, “just you wait, mikyung-ah” and chenle had to slap a hand over his mouth in order to hold in the loud ass gasp trying to escape

“minji, i’ll call you tonight! i have to get home, my mom is probably waiting” mikyung could be seen giving her friend a hug and walking away from campus and onto the sidewalk

she gracefully flipped the straightened hair out of her face, pulling her phone out of her backpack along with her earbuds

“play taemin-sunbaenim!!!!!!!!” haechan suddenly yelled, the group chuckling afterwards

it was like haechan predicted what would happen, as they then saw that she chose to play a shinee song on her walk back home

“AYYEEEE”

though the fun was cut short as the members watched the screen closely, mikyung stopping in her tracks as she slowly turned her head to look behind her

“omg she hears footsteps, MIKYUNG BE CAREFUL” yuta raised his voice

she swore she heard footsteps, but shrugged it off anyway and continues walking, bopping her head slightly to the beat

mikyung began hearing the footsteps come closer, and everyone watched as she picked up her pace in walking

it wasn’t long before she turned her head around again, but this time she saw the same boy from the school

the members gasped out loud, yelling at mikyung to run and that it wasn’t safe there

“YAH MIKYUNG- RUN GO HOME OMG RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN” “MIKYUNG GET OUT OF THERE” “LIAN YOUR CHARACTER IS SO DUMB”

mikyung didn’t run, though, and she just stared at him

“ahh- mikyung-ah- i was just heading home, are you heading home as well?”

she could only nod at him and wave goodbye, but she waited until he was out of view and in front of her so she could go back to her home while feeling safe

the rest had happened so quickly, mikyung running as fast as could to get back to the safety of her household

“FINALLY- RUN MIKYUNG” yangyang cheered

the trailer had skipped over to her finally entering the apartment she lived in comfortably with her mom, but her mom hadn’t seemed to have gotten home yet

she took off her backpack and walked into her room, taking out the contents and spreading them across her desk neatly

she dropped the backpack onto the floor and walked back to the kitchen to get some grapes to eat while waiting for her mom

“gosh why is this so scary?” hendery piped up, watching as mikyung washed her grapes and put them into a bowl, heading into her room for what they assumed to be a late night study session

a time lapse of mikyung writing down notes and flipping notebook pages took over the screen, and now an empty bowl could be seen sitting in the sink

a ring went off, startling renjun a little bit

the members all clung onto each other, the trailer gradually getting scarier and scarier even though there was almost nothing happening just yet

after the ring sounded, mikyung looked over her shoulder and saw a faint shadow hiding behind one of the curtains that had covered the sliding doors of the apartment

“OH MY GOD SHE’S GONNA DIE-“ jisung shouted

“SHUT UP JISUNG DON’T SPOIL ANYTHING” chenle shot back

mikyung let herself gasp, hastily feeling around her body to check whether or not she had her phone on her, and to her luck at that moment, she did

she pulled out the phone and hurried to enter minji’s chat room, typing as fast as she could, mikyung sent a simple text that said, “call 911. i need help”

the floorboards creeked behind her, and she knew whoever was behind those curtains was coming closer and closer

if she didn’t start moving now, there was an incredibly high chance she could literally die right there right now

mikyung put her phone back into the pocket of the skirt that came with her school uniform and tried to run, but something griped around her waist before she was able to escape what was once her safe place

she grunted, feeling the grip tighten

“i’m terrified” mark’s eyes widened at the scene playing out in front of him

mikyung wanted to scream, she wanted to let her neighbours know she was in danger, but a hand covered her mouth before she could do so

“ah, mikyung-ah.. if only you knew the consequences, hm? if i can’t have you, nobody can.” and with that, the same boy from the school, the same boy who stopped her on her way back home, plunged the knife into her back with no hesitation

he let his hand uncover her mouth to hear the cry she let out as she fell to the floor, blood oozing out of the open wound in her back

the boy chuckled to himself, removing the knife from her back to increase blood loss, but he didn’t stop there

he continued to stab her, creating another wound in her back and one in her stomach

he left her there to suffer, exiting through the glass doors in the kitchen and carefully walking down the steps that led to the street outside the apartment complex

the gloves he was wearing to mask any fingerprints from being discovered were taken off and thrown in a trash bin, along with the knife he used to kill mikyung with

the focus of the camera however was no longer turned to him, but was back in the now quiet kitchen of mikyung’s home

her body was still on the floor, a pool of blood now visible from underneath her

it was seconds later that her eyes closed and her breathing stopped, her face going emotionless

park mikyung was dead

all the members had frowns on their faces, not being able to see her in such pain even though it was all fake

a sniffle was then heard from the back row of the members, the boys in front all turning to look behind them

“johnny, are you crying?!” taeil shreeked

“you’re NOT crying?!” he wiped his eyes and sniffled again

“oppa! don’t cry!” lian shouted at him from behind the camera

he shook his head in retaliation, “this is so sad! what a cruel world we live in.”

the members all laughed at that, somewhat understanding where he was coming from

“i’m going to be traumitized for life after this.” doyoung said

off camera, johnny received a tissue from a staff member, allowing everyone to continue the viewing of the trailer

jungwoo hushed the little side conversations, telling them they still had two minutes left of the video

everyone settled down and stood still in their respective seats, full attention back on the laptop sitting at the front

sirens were going off like crazy, mikyung’s lifeless body still laying there in a pool of blood

by the time paramedics arrived along with a swarming line of police cars, as well as minji herself, there was no saving mikyung

the cries of minji could be heard even though the camera wasn’t focused on her

it was devastating to watch

montages of other clips then played out, a scene of an incredibly sad, middle-aged woman was shown sobbing in front of mikyung’s picture at her funeral

dressed in a black hanbok, she bowed down to her daughter’s picture that was surrounded in white flowers and banners that wished her peace and happiness in the afterlife, crying for her to come back

“i’m about to cry too-” taeyong said, feeling bad for the woman

the scene was soon over, a new and happier one playing instead

it finally showed the second main character, son eunsang, quietly walking down the hall and looking for a water fountain

mikyung was walking on the other side of him and looked over to see what he was doing

she got a little closer, thinking nothing of it because, well, she was a ghost

but she stopped in her tracks when she caught eunsang looking back at her

she waved a little to see what his response would be, and to her surprise, he bowed

“can you see me?” she questioned, and she gasped when he nodded his head

that was the end of the clip, but another one followed in its tracks

“yah, don’t walk through me!” mikyung yelled, eunsang walked right through her body in order to get away from the conversation that they had (which wasn’t included into the trailer)

a couple of the members laughed at that, but the rest remained invested in the video

more tiny little scenes went on to play after that, light-hearted moments between the two main characters left the members smiling fondly

but it was one scene in particular that had them all clapping for eunsang and cheering him on

a group of boys, seemingly popular, had been teasing eunsang for only god knows what, but they had also mentioned mikyung

they were saying things like, “you look rather upset after mikyung died. did you like her? eunsang, did you like a dead girl?”

different angles of the shot had shown mikyung standing beside him, some didn’t. but after she had seemed to have enough of the stupid conversation topic, she brought out her hand and slapped one of the boys’ books onto the ground

her being a ghost, nobody knew how the books had fallen and his sidekicks took a step back

they started to think eunsang was some sort of wizard

eunsang smiled down at her and followed in her footsteps, throwing a punch at the same guy who had just stood back up after picking up the fallen textbooks from the floor

jaehyun finally spoke up after that, “wAH! hwang inyeop is so cool!”

the rest of the members agreed with him and all started clapping, “THAT’S RIGHT EUNSANG. PROTECT OUR LIANNA” they cheered

after that, there weren’t too many other clips that were worth pausing for. just cute moments, and a few angsty ones to get viewers excited for the series

the trailer ended with a loud bang, a big logo of the title displayed out on the screen with the release date right below it

the voices of lian (mikyung) and inyeop (eunsang) had both read out the title in sync

and with that, he trailer was over

the members all did one final synchronized clap, applauding the amazing acting skills they were able to see

“that was so good! any final thoughts?” taeyong took the lead

hendery raised his hand, “i’m so excited for this. when it comes out, i’ll be waiting for it to finish so that i’m able to binge watch it :D”

a couple of the other members nodded their heads, agreeing and saying that it’d be better to wait so they’re not left on a cliffhanger

more sweet commentary continued for a couple more minutes before the filming process began to get too long, so they had to finish it off quickly

“wait! lian, come say something!”

lian, who was behind the camera, looked from her phone and went over to the group of boys

she took a seat on jungwoo’s lap and began speaking

“hii~ i’d just like to say that i hope you guys are looking forward to “visions of you” !! inyeop-oppa and i worked really hard, and we wish for you all to enjoy watching it~ please give it support when it comes out, and have fun watching the trailer if you haven’t already! bye bye~”

after she said goodbye to the camera, the boys all did as well and the video came to a close

[more-stuff-of-pi]

Believe Because He is Good

a/n: I’ve been thinking of writing something like this and I read these beauties by @volleychumps and was inspired to just write out what was in my head. This is very much a self-comfort fic regarding my personal experience, ofc featuring my og hq mans :)

notes: y/e/n = your ex’s name. requests are open :) find my masterlist here

pairing: sawamura daichi x fem!reader | genre: angst (w/happy ending) | warnings: asshole exes, implied past abuse (emotional, manipulation, slight physical), implied panic/anxiety attack | word count: 2,395

Balls were bouncing off the court, slapping the wood as Karasuno wound down, practicing serves. Even Noya tried his hand at serving, the ball smacking into the net. Tanaka laughed at Noya, ceasing when a volleyball knocked into his head. The culprit, Hinata, squeaked as Tanaka scrambled after him, Noya roaring with laughter all the while, gripping Asahi’s arm as he in turn knitted his brows together. Tsukishima rolled his eyes as Yamaguchi hid a giggle behind a hand.

Despite the chaos of Karasuno, an immense feeling of pure joy washed over you as you stood in the doorway of the gym. Nothing felt quite like seeing the team together. Their bond and their energy always lifted your spirits. And, of course, the handsome captain was the cherry on top.

“Great work today, guys!” Daichi called out to his team, signalling that practice was well over. They started to casually saunter over, Suga coming to take his place as vice next to his captain. “We’ve got a practice -- Nishinoya, Tanaka, shut it -- we’ve got a practice match next week, so I wanna see you all working hard to be ready. Shimizu and Yachi left early to run some errands for Sensei, so please do your best in cleaning up. Alright, get to it!” Daichi clapped, releasing the group to their chores.

As the group dwindled, you watched as Suga tapped Daichi’s arm and jutted his head in your direction. Confused, Daichi glanced towards you and instantly his face melted from slight exhaustion into absolute adoration. He bid goodbye to Suga who clapped him on the back with a mischievous grin in return, causing Daichi to cough.

You giggled, waving to Suga whose grin widened as he threw a peace sign up before turning to do his part in cleaning up. Daichi joined you at your place by the door, lightly touching a hand to your hip, leaning down to peck your lips in greeting.

“Hi, Y/n,” he welcomed warmly as he smoothly laced your hands together as if it were second nature.

“Hi yourself,” you replied. “Shimizu told me you’d need some help cleaning today.”

He sighed and shook his head. “Still, you didn’t have to come.”

“No,” you agreed, entertaining a wicked grin, “but I heard the captain of this team was really hot so I just had to come see for myself.”

Daichi grinned at your teasing. “Well, you should see the captain’s girlfriend. I heard that she’s a real looker.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, leaning in for another kiss which Daichi gladly gave. “So what can I help you with, Mr. Team Captain? Because with these boys you will most certainly need it.”

Daichi huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, you’re telling me.” He looked around, scanning the gym for a task you could take up. “Ah! You could take care of the water bottles, if you wouldn't mind.”

“Just dump them out, yeah?” Daichi nodded. “Seems simple enough. I’ll go do that and then when we’re done here we could go out for meat buns, maybe.”

“You struck another craving, haven’t you?”

“Your treat!” you teased in answer, snatching up the carton of bottles and escaping from the gym before Daichi could reply. Stepping out, you begin absentmindedly busying yourself with unscrewing the lids of each bottle as you make your way to the outdoor sinks. Focused on the task, you don’t notice the person in front of you until you’re crashing into them, effectively spilling the water you were on your way to empty. Well, that’s one way to do it.

“Oh, my gosh,” you crouched down, quickly picking up the bottles, “I am so so--” 

“Hi, Y/n,” the boy said, looking down at you with a tight lipped smile. He was a year your junior and also your ex. You had broken up with him at the beginning of summer vacation but had fortunately not seen him since, even through several months into the school year. You had foolishly hoped that your luck would continue and you would miraculously not ever see him again. But he was also a student at Karasuno and shared not only many of your extracurricular interests but also a handful of friends, of whom were responsible for setting you two up in the first place. What they didn’t know is that they were setting you up for disaster.

The relationship had started with no base friendship or really any genuine knowledge of the other besides the words of others from the grape vine. In retrospect, it was a plain bad idea. You two had fun at first but soon into your relationship, your boyfriend had begun pressuring you. He started with little things, subtly manipulating you until it was hard for you to recognize what your own boundaries genuinely were, as blurry as he made the lines. He was cunning and cornered you into situations you didn’t want to be in as easily as he could talk. He never complimented you, never made an effort for you, never validated you. Normally, you would stand up for yourself, speak out against this mistreatment, but something about him made you weak. And not in that head over heels kinda weak. The type of weak that drained you, that made you doubt yourself where you wouldn’t have before, that twisted your own strengths to look like hindrances.

It seems that even after months apart, he still had that same, nauseating effect on you.

“Hi, Y/e/n.” You forced a pretty smile, trying your best to stay polite and to ignore all of the sudden flowing emotions, not wanting to admit to him -- nor yourself -- that the damage he had done was still raw. “Sorry about that, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

“Still ever the clutz,” he laughed, something cruel and mocking.

You grit your teeth, smile impossibly tight. Whatever semblance of sanity you had left pleading for you to remain polite. “I’m sorry. Now if you’ll excuse me--”

He abruptly put a hand on your shoulder to stop you. “Where’re you heading?” The thinly coated politeness was easy to see through when you had suffered through the consequences of believing it.

“To rinse these.” You lifted the carton of now mostly empty water bottles. You went to move past him and tried to brush off his hand, but it only tightened, his thumb painfully digging into the dip between your shoulder and your collarbone. You inhaled shapely at the resulting shock and pain.

The movement reminded you of other times he had done this subtle control, other times he had wanted you to just shut up and comply, other times he coerced you, forced you--

“Why don’t I accompany you, hm? It’s been awhile since we’ve had the opportunity to chat. Let’s catch up,” he said with a toothy smile that even his eyes carried. The familiarity of this compelled you to learned submissiveness, breaths desperately trying to claw their way from your throat. You tried to swallow them down, but they were clawing faster than you could handle.

“I have a job to do, Y/e/n.” Your voice sounded weak, even to your own ears. You weren’t fooling him. 

His thumb dug even harder. “C’mon it’s the least you can do after purposely spilling that water all over me--”

“It was an accident--!”

He raised his other hand, going in to grab your arm -- to gain more control over you -- when someone caught his wrist.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A voice said quietly, eerily so. Despite that, under its influence and familiarity, an intense calm washed over you, wrapping you in comfort and relief.

Turning, the image that greeted you of Daichi’s wrath was that of an angel of death, beautiful and fearsome in all of his glory. In his eyes he held enough heat to burn the ends of the earth. And it was all for you.

Your ex shook his wrist from Daichi’s grasp, trying to subtly shake it out. His grip on your shoulder loosened though he didn’t pull away. “I’m just catching up with an old… friend,” he spat, his polite veil thinly covering his malice.

“I’ve never known old friends to hurt each other in greeting.” Daichi was fuming, to say the least. Whatever you had against your ex, you were amazed at his sincere idiocracy. That, or his delusionment that he could genuinely stand level to Daichi.

“I wasn’t hurting her,” he sneered, “I was just saying hi.”

“You could do that without putting your hands on her. I suggest you take them off.”

Your ex snorted and glanced down at you, his hand squeezing reflexively. “Are you really just going to cower there and let him speak for you? You were always telling me what to do, I’m surprised you’re actually staying quiet.” You instinctively flinched away from him, tears threatening to sting your eyes. You knew he was wrong, that he was trying to hurt you, but that broken part of you couldn’t help but believe him.

Daichi, from the corner of his eyes, saw your distressed state, the sight causing his heart to lurch. In his eyes, you were absolutely incredible. So kind and giving and loving and it angered him to no end that anyone would be able to make you believe anything otherwise. He loved you, so incredibly much and he wanted nothing more than to protect you and keep loving you.

“Get off of me,” you whispered, trying to convince yourself that your ex no longer had any control over you.

Your ex smiled wickedly, finally taking his hand off. “There you go, sweetheart. All you had to do was ask.”

“And all you had to do was leave,” Daichi seethed.

“Sorry?” Your ex asked lamely.

“You’ve had your stupid fun, now leave. I’m giving you five seconds.” You looked at Daichi and almost flinched away from the absolute hatred burning in his features. The fire that was there before had grown impossibly hotter.

He laughed. Your asshole ex actually laughed in Daichi's face. "And what will you do?"

"Stay longer than five seconds and find out." As much as Daichi was wonderful and patient and mature, if something really got him going, he threw that all out the window. And perhaps that was Daichi's one fault. That he would gladly abandon reason when it came to you.

"Really?"

"Daichi," you breathed, "he's not worth it."

"No," your boyfriend agreed, "he's not. But it would be so satisfying." Without warning, Daichi lunged and gripped the front of your ex's shirt, pulling the shorter boy roughly to be chest to chest with him. Your ex gulped audibly, his tough persona crumbling away far too easily at a single physical touch. Granted, an angry Daichi held all the fury in the world barely contained in a wall of muscle. Even the word intimidating would be too much of an understatement. "Don't you ever touch her again. Don't look at her, don't talk to her -- in fact, stay far away from her," he snarled, boiling over like an animal on the hunt. He threw your ex away from him. You watched as he stumbled, tripping over his own feet and landing harshly on his ass. Daichi took advantage of this, squatting down over him before leaning in and whispering, "your five seconds are long gone. You can either leave or stay and find out what I can do."

Your ex glanced between you and Daichi, defiance somehow still lingering in his features. Seeing Daichi, though, had given you some courage and confidence as being around him often did. You believed in yourself again, just enough to look your ex in the eyes.

"Goodbye, Y/e/n."

He scrambled from his place on the ground (where he surely belonged, you thought bitterly) and disappeared from sight. You gasped for air, relieved he was gone, the anxiety that threatened to overtake you flooding from your body.

Daichi immediately turned to you, worry and love replacing the wrath in his eyes. "Can I hold you?"

"Please," you gasped, tears that rarely ever came already spilling silently down your cheeks.

With your permission, Daichi rushed from his crouch, pulling you gently to him as his hand came up to card through your hair. You clung onto him, holding him impossibly closer as you sobbed into his chest. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, pushing hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear. You leaned into his touch, revelling in the love and comfort he provided.

"I love you, Y/n," he said as you lifted your gaze to meet his searching one, "I love you so much. I'm sorry you ever had to deal with that but… but I'm so glad that I'm here with you."

"I'm glad you're here with me, too," you sniffled, wiping at your face. "Where's everyone else?"

"Gone," he replied and you noticed for the first time that he was already changed out of his gym clothes. Just behind you was his discarded bag. "Suga and Asahi went on ahead. I thought it was odd that you didn't ever come back in so I came to check on you."

"I'm glad you did."

Daichi smiled softly. "I am too."

"I'm sorry you had to step in. I don't know why I couldn't handle it, I usually can it's just-- he--"

"Hey, hey," he lifted his other hand to your face, holding you as he gently coaxed you to look at him, "you have nothing to be sorry for."

"But--"

"No buts. You did a great job. You can't just erase what he did to you or how he made you feel. You're allowed to react the way you did, Y/n. Okay?"

You nod. "Okay."

Daichi smiled warmly. "Good. Now how about we put those bottles away and we go out for meat buns."

"Your treat?"

Daichi laughed, the sweet sound bringing a smile to your lips. "Yeah, my treat." He laced his fingers through yours, still grinning.

"Daichi?"

"Hm?" he hummed.

"Thank you. I love you."

His smile softened as he leaned down, kissing you softly. "I love you too, Y/n."

And because it was him, because Daichi was so kind and charming and good, you truly believed him.

taglist: @samwrights (ily mom)

[yichens]

for the character ask...OUR FAV BOY LIU SANG

(*´∇｀*)/💖

i had to come answer this one bc!! my son!!!! aaaaaaahhhh!!!!!! so thank you sob now i can talk about my second sour grape boy,,, wait. ok well, hissy kitten  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  spot the difference (you can’t)

give me a character

(placing this one under a cut too bc oh boy. i have things to say about liu sang)

How I feel about this character

Good lord. I feel so many ways about Liu Sang. He is absolutely amazing but he also just drives me insane every day. No other character has ever given me such headaches, he must be proud. Finally someone suffers as much as him (because I bet those ears cause him a permanent migraine). I feel sorry for him. I’ll take this pain gladly if it helps him in any way. 

But well. As simply as with Jiang Cheng, I do love Liu Sang. I shouldn’t really be surprised (at this point) that I fell in love with him but back when I was watching Reboot, he hit me like a truck. Which,,, he probably drove that truck himself, judging from the way he was handling the car chase with Jiang Zisuan. Just ruthlessly drove me over. I never stood a chance, not in front of that arrogance and stubbornness and enormous puppy eyes. 

And with all of himself, good and bad, he makes me feel so many things. One of those, probably the strongest one, is protectiveness. He needs someone to protect him from himself because he has a nasty self-destruction streak going. Boy has not known love since he was born. He has gone through way too much to try handle it alone. I can’t even remember how old he is supposed to be in Reboot (maybe 29?), but that is way too many years of fighting a battle he was never supposed to win. But he pulled through. Cynical and prickly and absolutely terrified of any human contact but he fucking pulled through. I want to fight some battles for him now. He deserves to rest. He deserves some peace and quiet and unconditional care. I want to tell him that he doesn’t deserve all the pain he’s going through, all the pain he himself is putting his body through because he thinks he can only be used as a punching bag. I want to tell him he deserves friends. I want to tell him that it’s okay to trust people again. I want to... just protect him. And maybe this is why – because of all this fragile mess I’ve discovered from inside of him while trying to figure out who he is – I struggle so much with writing him. I feel like I’m bringing up things no one is supposed to see. I feel like I’m pulling out words from him like teeth. But at the same time, I know he’s desperate to tell these things. 

So I struggle because I love him. Willingly. But oh boy does he annoy me sometimes, under all that protectiveness and fondness I have for him.  

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I am quite sure at this point that I don’t really ship Liu Sang with anyone. No one clicks with him in my head so well that I could feel myself slipping into the proper shipping territory. But I haven’t minded any of the ships I’ve seen for him, not Pingxiesang (which makes me super soft) or him with Kanjian (which is so sweet) or even @kholran’s pool noodle Risang (which is very interesting and I will read your fic, friend, when I am out of my Pingxie pit! I just need to feed these beasts first). I am mostly just very intrigued by all these ships people come up with because it really plays to my wish to just explore his dynamic with every other character that is available for him. 

But to put it simply: Not one perfect match exists for him yet in my head. Let’s give boy some time to figure out freindships first. 

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Well, this one I love because! This is what he is all about for me, somehow. So I will mention three: Xiaoge, Bai Haotian, and Pangzi. 

First, like I already mentioned in my Xiaoge answer, I adore Liu Sang’s dynamic with his ouxiang. They are both so damn awkward. I feel like I’m following a train wreck happening in slow motion any time I see them interact but instead of death and flames and screeching metal, it’s. surprisingly soft and sweet? They are both very tentative when it comes to people so they somehow get each other? Even if Liu Sang is a mess when it comes to Xiaoge which I totally get because I have once in my life met a person I consider a celebrity and who I look up to a lot and I was just shaking. And giggling. And acting dumbly. So I don’t blame Liu Sang for any of that; I’m actually quite proud that he’s keeping his cool so well and despite the rough start, manages to be a huge asset to his ouxiang. I am so happy that he gets to have this budding friendship with Xiaoge because they both need it.

Then! Bai Haotian. I’ve been thinking about them a lot lately and the more I rewatch some of their scenes together, the more I notice that they really develop a bond during Reboot. They are in a very similar position: brought in because of their idols, young, sometimes overlooked, struggling, and usually falling behind. And oh, definitely in need of some saving and with tragic backstories. They could be such amazing friends, and I think they come to trust and care for each other during their trip to Thunder City. Bai Haotian is so caring by nature and then Liu Sang is just right there. And Bai Haotian is so lowkey about her care; she doesn’t push if people don’t want her to, which works so well for Liu Sang. She’s there when needed. She doesn’t ask too much. She knows how it feels to look up to one of the members of the Iron Triangle and then curl your own life around them. (She also knows how it feels to have a crush on that same member and then notice that crush will never lead you anywhere, though I guess Bai Haotian comes to realize that during their trip instead of years before but well, details.) She doesn’t judge Liu Sang and somehow Liu Sang comes to rely on her a lot. 

And last but not least (never the least!): Pangzi. God I adore these two to bits. Their banter is just *chef’s kiss* and when I look at them, all I can think about is a big dog trying to pat a hissing kitten with its paw. Which then turns to the kitten play fighting the dog’s big paw. And then getting tired. And falling asleep. While the huge dog just curls its body around the kitten to keep it warm, and maybe the kitten swats at the dog slightly for show but actually it enjoys it. Because it’s nice and soft and very warm. So yes, I love it how Pangzi and Liu Sang start off as enemies but come to care for each other. I cry about the peanut scene every day. Yes please adopt this poor stray kitten, he deserves a loving home ;; Give him food and a blanket and maybe he will hiss a little less (Pangzi also gives great hugs and Liu Sang deserves a dozen. For starters.) 

My unpopular opinion about this character

Once again I am at a loss with this. I don’t really know what this fandom thinks about Liu Sang? I feel like our tiny Liu Sang hyping corner here on tumblr is very much unified with the opinions. We all love him a lot and want the best for him, case closed. So maybe I’ll just talk about my hypersensitivity headcanon for him? Let me do that for fun haha

So, I know he’s sensitive to sounds. Understandable, with his skills. And I feel bad for him for that because it must be horrible at times (we get introduced to him through him vomiting because he can’t handle a train station with all the noise, christ) but I also somehow relate to that. I get sensitive to sounds sometimes too. A simple click of my mouse can be annoying at times. I require absolute silence quite often, and this intensifies if my emotions are on the negative side. So, somehow I’m taking things from that. Touch hurts when he’s feeling bad about himself. Noises annoy him when he’s angry or scared. Lights look too bright or he feels like he can’t focus his gaze when he’s sad or panicking. Smells and tastes are intensified when he’s stressed. I dunno, just simple little things. Him feeling through his senses. Him just generally being sensitive with his feelings because this world is a demanding place and pushes you into feeling things. And I feel like a lot about him is already tied to his hearing so why not his feelings too? I’ve read so many nice takes on him which somehow support this so I feel like this just fits right in. 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

Liu Sang joins the final celebration!! Him just disappearing doesn’t make sense at all!!!! Let him get hugs!!! Let him be happy!!!! Oh my god. I was so mad about that and still am because no way did he just leave and not join his new friends for this final evening!!! Dammit. No matter how much he feels like he doesn’t belong and like he’s just “a hired talent” among them, he’s not that dull!! He got those damn peanuts and some hugs and shoulder pats from people, he was there saving the day, he managed to create bonds!!! And god, knowing Wu Xie, he would never allow Liu Sang to think that lowly of himself!!!! He would be there to offer Liu Sang the world if he wants it!! Gaaaahhhh

So yeah, give Liu Sang his moment with his new family or I am throwing something, for fuck’s sakes

thank you again for sending me these asks ♥ i’ll answer the rest during these next few days! you’re amazing!!

[chenoehi]

Thoughts on Ep. 15: Koga, Moroha, Zero, Riku, and Kirinmaru

First, now that good boy Koga is back in the game, a fun theory/headcanon I’ve had is that Moroha’s sword is actually Koga’s sword—you know the one he always carries around but never uses? They look the same as far as I can tell, and I noticed that immediately in addition to the other hints she was raised by the wolves (which I think most of us suspected, but it’s lovely to have it confirmed). That or the sword came from the wolf tribe at least, it resembles the kind of sword Ayame has, too. With the confirmation of Ep. 15 this theory is now becoming more likely.

Also, I just have to say that as devastating as it is that Kagome and Inuyasha did not get to raise their daughter and that they felt betrayed by Sesshomaru after coming to trust him (I absolutely believe he is helping them, not hurting them), it is comforting knowing that Koga had a hand in raising their daughter. He loved Kagome and treated well, having so much affection and respect for her by the end. He even showed some compassion for Inuyasha (in his own way). You can say he became their friend rather than simply being their ally. The fact that they trusted him to protect their child speaks volumes. And did you see how proud he looked when Hachi brought her to the tribe? Moroha is not his child but you know he will treat her like one. We don’t know the details yet of who raised her exactly or how she came to be separated from the wolves, but I have full confidence that Ayame and Koga treat Moroha like their own.

I know some people are sad that Miroku and Sango did not raise her, but knowing the threat against her and that their human friends already had a young family to take care of, it makes sense they would want to hide her away. And although it would have been perfect if Moroha could have lived in the barrier and been safe with her cousins (and possibly Rin), but again we’re not sure of the details yet.

Obviously, Inuyasha knew of the threat against Moroha’s life from Kagome who learned about it from Riku (a comment on that in a minute). I think the swiftness of everything and Moroha’s being sent away rather than being protected behind a barrier like the twins may be due to how immediate the threat became once Kirinmaru was awoken.

What’s unclear is 1. how long after Moroha’s birth is she whisked away? 2. why did they go somewhere specific to confront the maru bros and send their child away? 3. why would they delay sending her away in the first place (they had to with Kagome being there, and also Moroha’s hair is a little longer than the twins at birth so maybe this indicates it wasn’t immediate, or maybe not)? 4. if they delayed sending her because they just found out Kirinmaru had been awoken (by Zero) then who told them? Sesshomaru? 5. if so, did Sesshomaru tell them he had a plan or ask them to trust him while also explaining where to meet and that they needed to send Moroha away? 6. did Koga and co. know that Moroha was coming to them? They don’t seem very surprised, mostly just happy/pleased to see her, but also like they were expecting her. I don’t know how they would have gotten a message to them, but maybe they sent word to the wolves alerting them to the danger and the possibility that they may have to send Moroha away, Koga may have agreed to care for her, and when the time came to follow through they already knew to expect her.

Riku though...

Oh Riku. Seriously what the fuck. I thought I knew where this was going but..I’m trying to justify how Riku is introduced the same episode that we see Kirinmaru in the flesh. They are both shown eating grapes in their introductory scene. They both spit said grapes out and make some similar comments, showing that they have similar ideals and mannerisms (even if it is just grapes we’re talking about). They both are associated with water. They both are on boats a lot. Riku is referred to as a pirate washed up on shore or lost, trying to find his ship, etc. All the characters (human and demon) refer to him as lord or -sama. Kyuki (a peril) knew him. He has a personal grudge against the perils. The perils serve Kirinmaru. They both have green eyes (not a human eye color in feudal era Japan or even modern day Japan). They both have red hair (same comment). Riku is clearly shown to have some control over the pearls or ability to use them that might possibly exist in tandem with other abilities he possesses.

Riku also kind of just revealed himself to be something other than human in Ep. 15 when he commented that 18 years passing was nothing to him as we see visibly that he has the same appearance in present day as he had the year that the cousins were born. Could be that he means time itself means nothing to him because he can travel through time but that’s still unclear. Conclusion is that Riku is Kirinmaru’s hanyo child as he’s clearly not human but does not appear to be full demon either and has obvious visual connections to both Kirinmaru and Zero.

BUT. Kirinmaru doesn’t appear to have any love of humans like his doggy counterparts. He practically looks like he’s about to have a stroke when he hears that Sesshomaru married a human and sired hanyo heirs. It’s hard to imagine that person has a hanyo child floating around who everyone is aware of. However, he does seem to be contemplating something beyond what Zero is telling him and if he does have a hanyo child then he could be realizing that he potentially created a being that will kill him.

Another thing that is bothering me is how Riku warned Kagome. Obviously everything about that and Riku himself is shady af and we have no idea what’s going on yet, but what’s interesting to me is that Kirinmaru doesn’t realize that hanyous are a threat to him until Zero points it out—which is months after the comet when Moroha is born. Of course, this is all assuming that the moment Kirinmaru is awoken by Zero comes after Moroha has been born and not before. It is possible that Zero awoke Kirinmaru immediately after the twins were born and that Kirinmaru spent some time plotting but that’s kind of illogical. Why wait to kill a child until after it’s born if you can just kill the mother? Which then makes it even more sus that Zero waits to wake him up and tell him this. It’s also sus how Zero warns Sesshomaru of the threat on his daughters’ lives (the threat she’s making) only to send Jokka after them as a pawn before biding her time until after Moroha is born to then conveniently and casually point out to her brother that all half and quarter demons are a threat to him.

Zero’s movements make little sense until we have a better understanding of what’s motivating her and why the timing of everything was so important. I’m not leaving the possibility of her betraying Kirinmaru off the table honestly. Something’s not right. I have this feeling that Kirinmaru is just being used. I know he’s still supposed to be the villain and he does try to kill the girls (eventually) but something is very wrong. And Zero’s comment that she expected Sesshomaru to protect his children with a barrier...if she expected that to happen then why didn’t she attack when it would have been unexpected? Why didn’t she try anything when Rin was still pregnant? Wouldn’t that be devastating to lose your wife and two unborn children? Why the cloak and dagger? It seems that she’s purposefully trying to pit Kirinmaru against Sesshomaru, but she’s also not hiding her hatred of Sesshomaru and his whole family either.

This episode kind of further reinforces the Riku is a time traveler theory because Riku knows Kagome is pregnant when she’s not even showing and he warns her about Kirinmaru although at this time Kirinmaru doesn’t even know hanyous are a threat. In fact, he seems confident that the InuTaisho’s sons took care of the comet. He shows no inclination of wanting Inuyasha dead.

But one thing that’s bothering me is just how shook Kirinmaru is that Sesshomaru has a human wife and hanyo babies. He’s shook shook. Like, blindsided. Everyone but Myoga so far has taken the news with little reaction (to be fair, we’re not sure how the OG gang felt but Kohaku wasn’t in utter disbelief as far as I remember). Maybe that’s just because he knew Sesshomaru for a long time and he really can’t believe it, but I have this feeling we saw his reaction being a bit overblown (and honestly, kind of undignified) for a reason. Something clearly went down between Zero, Toga, Sesshomaru’s mother, and possibly involving Sesshomaru as well. Kirinmaru seemed to have made peace with Toga and he doesn’t appear to be on adversarial terms with his son, but something is wrong. Everything feels very personal, like somehow Sesshomaru marrying a human and siring children with her is an insult to Kirinmaru personally. If he already knew about the hanyo threat by that point it would make sense but no dice, so then why.

Also, if Osamu Kirin is in fact Kirinmaru in human disguise, wouldn’t he save himself a lot of trouble by just killing Towa in the Reiwa period when he had the chance? It’s not like she was hiding her presence, she didn’t even know she was a hanyo. So if that theory is true, did he choose to leave her alone for a reason or has he suffered memory loss? We already know Kirinmaru in the fuedal era was a little off so it’s not a stretch.

[neo-shitty]

— tag game(s)

a series of tag games @masterninjacow tagged me in. i might’ve suffered an identity crisis while trying to get through this but at least, i had fun. (1/2 because my phone wouldn’t load in the whole thing.)

ZODIAC TAG:  — bold what you prefer, link to other astrology signs here.

taurus: green or pink (neither eh). malachite or emerald. roses or violets. thyme or basil. vanilla or chocolate. candles or bath bombs. painting or jewelry making. seduction powers or enchanted jewelry. treasure or gemstones. foxglove or larkspur. choker or medallion necklaces. apples or grapes. singing or humming. elephants or turtles. gardening or shopping. having a homebody day or taking a walk in nature. pinot noir or bourbon. precognition or manipulating life force. violin or lute. cancer or pisces.

— list the groups you stan and the first song you heard from them !!

2ne1 - fire

ateez - wonderland

bigbang - lollipop

enhypen - given taken

everglow - dundun

itzy - dalla dalla

nct - chewing gum

oneus - no diggity

seventeen - clap

stray kids - side effects

treasure - boy

and a lot more, but they’re the main ones :D

ACADEMIA TAG: — bold those that apply (i’m barely academia lmao)

dark academia (6.5/10)

reads fantasy // enjoys rainy days // homebody // introverted or ambivert // wardrobe is in dark neutral shades // quiet but witty // can actually get work done // can write amazingly // gives good hugs // quiet passionate

light academia (2/10)

loves the aesthetic of old europe // scrolls pinterest a lot // wardrobe full of whites and beiges // reads the classics // can read relationships (platonic and romantic) really well // loves animals // always tidy and neat // loves spring // makes friends easy // daydreams

chaotic academia (4/10)

messy room // stays up late // coffee and more coffee // oversized clothes // cries a lot // watches movies late at night on laptop // tragically sleep deprived // loves art // pines for someone // reads romance

romantic academia (2/10)

soft sort of aesthetic // pink lipstick and rose perfume // can read poetry // hopeless romantic // wardrobe full of soft colours // loves the faerie side of fantasy // stop and smell the roses kind of person // struggles to focus in classes // loves nature // social butterfly

tagging: @lovelygalaxy333 @jaemotel @fluffi @cherishingruru @heephoria​  (pick one to do, or all, or none, up to you!) + anyone who sees this on the dash and wants to do this :]