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monthly word count - july
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huh! i'm okayish with this because while there were weeks i didn't write a damn thing i managed to edit and complete two stalled oneshots AND two stuck multiparts. progress was made!
POSTED
-What Brings Us Together (1 721 words) madara/tobirama externally-enforced marriage, some-kind-of-ace!tobirama. Oneshot, complete.
-match & mix (715 words) gen, founders, DBZ fusion as a naruto-verse tradition. Oneshot, complete.
IN PROGRESS
-days on a wire chapter 7 (2 299 words) mada/tobi/izu ABO
-howling outside your door (101 words) bleach pack fuckening ABO - gonna delete most of it, redundant
-bleach suburban ot4 (2 005 words) (grimmichinelhime being bi disasters)
-bloodsport chapter 4 (131 words) grimmichi in space -- gonna have to delete everything, ain't working. :/
-the thirteenth hour (139 words) tobirama fucks with time to get his brothers back. (why do i keep getting distracted writing this fic. is there a reason my brain doesn't wanna. hhh.)
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cherry wine ABO
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Izuna took his stance and braced for impact.
(No sword, no jutsu, somehow believing -- how? -- that Tobirama would offer him the same consideration.)
They crashed straight on, forearm to forearm; Tobirama's superior weight and his momentum shoved Izuna back, but he'd been expecting it and rolled backwards, catching his sleeveless gi by the collar and using it to flip him along.
They rarely used pure hand-to-hand against each other and it wasn't hard to remember why; with the Senju's greater muscle mass and no sharp-edged equalizer it was like wrestling Madara, but he only needed to hold on to this whirlwind of elbows and feet long enough for Madara to -- Tobirama slipped out of his gi, leaving it behind in Izuna's hand, and dived through the door. Madara landed with both heels striking hard on the spot he'd just vacated, growling high and eager, and chased.
Izuna followed, the shirt in hand. (He wasn't about to leave it in Higashi's room.)
For a long and silly moment they just circled the garden from inside the house, dodging around tables and leaping silently over precious vases, and Izuna wondered -- hoped -- if the both of them were just enjoying it, too, just enjoying the movement and the play of their own muscles under the skin and the anticipation. If Madara was enjoying the sight of the mesh shirt on bare skin, the lines of his back, if Tobirama wanted --
Tobirama passed through the front room, and casually tossed his shoes in the entryway.
That infuriating asshole. Incensed, Izuna leaped over Madara with a burst of speed, ricocheted off a wall, barely avoiding planting his feet on a hanging scroll, slingshotted himself around a pillar, and flew heels first at his unprotected back.
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suburban ot4 - grimm&hime
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Orihime laughs, swallows her nerves. "Well, I like my father in law! He's friendly and laid back and generally pretty nice, and if you need help he'll be here in a flash and never mention it afterwards!"
His eyes are so piercing. "Yeah, but?"
"But he also thinks men who are manly don't actually have feelings about other men. Like, father and son feelings, or friend feelings, or anything. I mean, he knows they have them but they can't say it! It has to be a joke or a jibe or friendly brawling or whatever. So then we had Kazui, and Ichigo was trying to tell him it was okay to feel your feelings, while thinking somehow it wasn't okay for him. And he's not good at being a hypocrite! So. It was hard."
It might be hard the same way for Grimmjow-san, she thinks, if they have a son too.
"... Yeah," he says reluctantly, like he's thinking the same thing. "And your da -- your brother?"
Same thing, she wants to say, and her throat tightens briefly, thinking of Sora. She thinks it always will. It's alright, though. Sora was the best man she's ever known. He gave her good standards. She could talk about him for hours.
"I think my brother decided to become nice and sweet just to piss off our parents, honestly! And then he just really committed to it. He was so good."
Grimmjow-san snorts a little, like he always does when she swears. Not that she swears a lot -- maybe she should do it more, so he gets used to it? Adopt his dialect, and, hm, embarrassing, but--
"He was just -- a really gentle man." She pauses, brow knitting in thought, weighing her words. "My biological dad's a total asshole though!"
The widening eyes she gets in response are so funny. She makes sure to keep her face ultra-serious.
"A huge dickbutt. If he was on fire I would not pee on him!"
Grimmjow-san starts laughing all at once, rusty-sounding and chest-deep. "Yeah?"
"Yeah!" She shrugs. Ugh, he needs to stop being so pretty. "He broke my first bone when I was a toddler, so..."
She's a little sorry to sober him up, to end the joyful moment, but the way he looks at her then -- straight on, like he's taking her seriously.
"... Hah. Mine waited until I was six. Well, we've got an idea where the bottom of the barrel is, then. Your brother," he says with a hand raised flat over his head, "your dad," and curls forward to touch the floor.
huh! i'm okayish with this because while there were weeks i didn't write a damn thing i managed to edit and complete two stalled oneshots AND two stuck multiparts. progress was made!
POSTED
-What Brings Us Together (1 721 words) madara/tobirama externally-enforced marriage, some-kind-of-ace!tobirama. Oneshot, complete.
-match & mix (715 words) gen, founders, DBZ fusion as a naruto-verse tradition. Oneshot, complete.
IN PROGRESS
-days on a wire chapter 7 (2 299 words) mada/tobi/izu ABO
-howling outside your door (101 words) bleach pack fuckening ABO - gonna delete most of it, redundant
-bleach suburban ot4 (2 005 words) (grimmichinelhime being bi disasters)
-bloodsport chapter 4 (131 words) grimmichi in space -- gonna have to delete everything, ain't working. :/
-the thirteenth hour (139 words) tobirama fucks with time to get his brothers back. (why do i keep getting distracted writing this fic. is there a reason my brain doesn't wanna. hhh.)
--
cherry wine ABO
--
Izuna took his stance and braced for impact.
(No sword, no jutsu, somehow believing -- how? -- that Tobirama would offer him the same consideration.)
They crashed straight on, forearm to forearm; Tobirama's superior weight and his momentum shoved Izuna back, but he'd been expecting it and rolled backwards, catching his sleeveless gi by the collar and using it to flip him along.
They rarely used pure hand-to-hand against each other and it wasn't hard to remember why; with the Senju's greater muscle mass and no sharp-edged equalizer it was like wrestling Madara, but he only needed to hold on to this whirlwind of elbows and feet long enough for Madara to -- Tobirama slipped out of his gi, leaving it behind in Izuna's hand, and dived through the door. Madara landed with both heels striking hard on the spot he'd just vacated, growling high and eager, and chased.
Izuna followed, the shirt in hand. (He wasn't about to leave it in Higashi's room.)
For a long and silly moment they just circled the garden from inside the house, dodging around tables and leaping silently over precious vases, and Izuna wondered -- hoped -- if the both of them were just enjoying it, too, just enjoying the movement and the play of their own muscles under the skin and the anticipation. If Madara was enjoying the sight of the mesh shirt on bare skin, the lines of his back, if Tobirama wanted --
Tobirama passed through the front room, and casually tossed his shoes in the entryway.
That infuriating asshole. Incensed, Izuna leaped over Madara with a burst of speed, ricocheted off a wall, barely avoiding planting his feet on a hanging scroll, slingshotted himself around a pillar, and flew heels first at his unprotected back.
--
suburban ot4 - grimm&hime
--
Orihime laughs, swallows her nerves. "Well, I like my father in law! He's friendly and laid back and generally pretty nice, and if you need help he'll be here in a flash and never mention it afterwards!"
His eyes are so piercing. "Yeah, but?"
"But he also thinks men who are manly don't actually have feelings about other men. Like, father and son feelings, or friend feelings, or anything. I mean, he knows they have them but they can't say it! It has to be a joke or a jibe or friendly brawling or whatever. So then we had Kazui, and Ichigo was trying to tell him it was okay to feel your feelings, while thinking somehow it wasn't okay for him. And he's not good at being a hypocrite! So. It was hard."
It might be hard the same way for Grimmjow-san, she thinks, if they have a son too.
"... Yeah," he says reluctantly, like he's thinking the same thing. "And your da -- your brother?"
Same thing, she wants to say, and her throat tightens briefly, thinking of Sora. She thinks it always will. It's alright, though. Sora was the best man she's ever known. He gave her good standards. She could talk about him for hours.
"I think my brother decided to become nice and sweet just to piss off our parents, honestly! And then he just really committed to it. He was so good."
Grimmjow-san snorts a little, like he always does when she swears. Not that she swears a lot -- maybe she should do it more, so he gets used to it? Adopt his dialect, and, hm, embarrassing, but--
"He was just -- a really gentle man." She pauses, brow knitting in thought, weighing her words. "My biological dad's a total asshole though!"
The widening eyes she gets in response are so funny. She makes sure to keep her face ultra-serious.
"A huge dickbutt. If he was on fire I would not pee on him!"
Grimmjow-san starts laughing all at once, rusty-sounding and chest-deep. "Yeah?"
"Yeah!" She shrugs. Ugh, he needs to stop being so pretty. "He broke my first bone when I was a toddler, so..."
She's a little sorry to sober him up, to end the joyful moment, but the way he looks at her then -- straight on, like he's taking her seriously.
"... Hah. Mine waited until I was six. Well, we've got an idea where the bottom of the barrel is, then. Your brother," he says with a hand raised flat over his head, "your dad," and curls forward to touch the floor.