#I think part of writing is accepting you're always gonna hate it a little bit

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

Something that makes me feel good about my writing is the fact that there are stories out there that I do not see the appeal of that do MASSIVELY well anyway. Like star wars. I have only ever had the vaguest interest in star wars. I watched the first movie about 4 years ago for the very first time and honestly don't remember anything about it now. Couldn't care less. Obviously star wars is still successful. Love it or hate it, 50 shades of Grey was a hit that left the author with loads of money. Do I see the appeal? No. That doesn't change the fact it was extremely popular. I tried MULTIPLE times to get into "the last of us" gameplay and could not hack it. I must have tried at least 4 times. I got extremely bored. But the last of us is so beloved that it even led to a beloved TV show (something notoriously hard for games-turned-shows to do). There are so many stories out there that do not catch my eye or that don't effect my heart in any way shape or form and yet people STILL love them to bits. So even if I think my stories are shit, clearly me classifying something as shit does not stop it from being loved by others. Even shitty stories can touch hearts and that's one of the few motivations that I keep recycling.

[amoeganism]

PROJECT PARTER HCS (he wants you so bad) haikyuu

ft: aran, kita, atsumu, osamu, suna

ATSUMU:

HES TRYING!!! but is it successful? (no)

literally cannot shut up the entire time you two meet up but it's ok because he's funny

"hey you wanna see pictures of my teammates" "yeah sure" he pulls out a blurry .5 of suna's nostrils

offers you protein bars and osamus leftovers as snacks

compliments you on literally everything

you wrote two words? he starts cheering and clapping his hands like you're shakespeare presenting a new play

loves pretending to be your strict teacher whenever commenting on your work

makes up for his lack of preparation by making you laugh and flustered

"i think you can add a little more to this part" "you look so sexy calling me dumb"

if you two meet up at a cafe he ALWAYS!!! pays for you

started off as a mistake because he asked you for your order in front of the barista

but he thought for a moment and decided you're worth an extra $5 out of his wallet

always loses his pencils but has dozens of erasers?????

SWEARS by wooden pencils. he sees a mechanical pencil and jumps 5 feet into the air and starts screaming

last few days of the project he looks constipated every time you two are together

"do you need a diaper" "I WANT YOU"

you accept his confession because you unfortunately like him back and because you want a good grade

also because you don't want him pooping his pants

ARAN:

the sweetest!!

always asks how you're doing before pulling out his notes

digital note taker 100%

loves loves loves writing with erasable pen and only uses pencils for exams

is a "let's work on everything together" kinds guy

he says it's to make sure there aren't any disagreements in content and aesthetic (he just wants to talk to you)

if you guys aren't at your house, always offers to walk you back!!!

great academically but if you're making a poster or slideshow do NOT let him decorate it... pls watch out

"does this look good!" "i'm gonna hold your hand when i tell you this..." "omg you want to hold my hand 😍"

starts giggling to himself in his head whenever you guys accidentally touch

you catch him staring at you one day and you don't know what to say so you just stare back

he thinks its so romantic

you're just confused but go along with it

after presentations you think you guys are gonna go back to being friendly classmates but he finds you after class and asks you out :)

KITA:

ACADEMIC WEAPON TEACHERS FAV EVERYONE LOVES HIM

"do you want to read my notes?" he pulls out 5 notebooks with everything color coordinated, sticky tabs, perfect handwriting, and factually correct

he can sit and work for 5 hours straight and still somehow have perfect posture

first time you asked him for help on something you were about to piss yourself because you thought he would call you stupid and send you to hell

he gave you a small smile and started walking you through it with an unmatched level of patience

that was the moment you folded and had to physically restrain yourself from grabbing his cheeks and kissing his face

always offers you tea when you come over and brings out a small tray of snacks

"are you comfortable? do you need any help?"

is suuuuper meticulous but kind with his 739273 different corrections

he swears by the sandwich method of compliment-critique-compliment

"your analysis is amazing in this section but i think you can expand a little bit after because..."

you're the one who confessed first because you thought you would explode from cuteness aggression if you didn't

and also because you thought even if he did reject you, he'd do it in the most painless way

was super happy and bursted into a bright red face but shy smile!!

still told you to go back to the assignment though...

SUNA:

menace i hate him (no i don't)

literally doesn't understand anything that's going on and probably doesn't process what you're saying at first

realizes you're serious about this assignment and forces himself to lock in

asks a BUNCH of questions and jots them down on a google doc

loves to make random conversation when you two are working

actually insane gossiper

nosiest birch you know

allergic to minding his own business that mf has shit on everyone

are you slightly scared of what he has on you? yes. do you still want to hear everything he knows? yes

"i'm taking this info from page 175 of the textbook" "got it, but did you hear that kato is trying to get with his exs best friend??"

leaves notes on your project that are both unserious and encouraging

"omg u are literally einstein"

folds origami when bored

will give you paper cranes, frogs, foxes, and cats whenever you see each other

you discovered that there's small doodles in the posts it's he uses to make them

one day there's your name and his surrounded by hearts like the corny mf he is

confronted him and it and he was just like "oh you found that? well, do you want to go out with me?"

he was NOT SLICK with the way he skipped home and whistled to himself that day after you said yes

OSAMU:

HES TRYING HIS BEST!!! (pt. 2)

can only meet up after school because of volleyball so he offers to cook for you before starting to work

takes notes in class but doesn't understand half the stuff he jots down

writes actual bullshit but half a page in decides to abandon his pride and ask you for help

leans in a little too close whenever listening to what you're saying

tries to make sure your knees are touching and that it's all an accident when your fingers brush (he prepared each scenario in his head before sleeping the night before)

down bad LOSER

spends his time doing his portion of the project while sneaking glances at you

doesn't know how to decorate presentations for the life of him so he is on doodle duty

gives surprisingly good suggestions and takes your corrections to heart

one of the best project partners because of how willing he is to learn and contribute!!! (also because he wants to impress you)

talks shit about his brother to you

atsumu has walked in while osamu was telling you an embarrassing story

they start fighting

osamu gets super embarrassed when you laugh at him

then gets overly confident when you tell him you were rooting for him

will not stop dumb smiling whenever he sees you after that

asks you out after the project is turned in with his hands in his pockets with how they're shaking so much

[rafeysbby]

Please do something with this 💕💕💕

https://www.tumblr.com/rafeysbby/759016076123258880/i-just-rewatched-that-one-clip-of-rafe-snorting-a

cw: 18+ only - mdni, smut, reader receiving oral, drug use, use of petnames

As much as you hated your boyfriend's cocaine addiction, the way he snorts the lines of white powder just got you going. His nose pressed against the surface, his smug grin every time he stood up and wiped his nose after. God it turned you on so much.

One night, you watched him pull the little baggie out from the drawer he kept his boxers in, walking over to the bedside table and laying a line out. You know it's probably weird but you stop him anyway…

“Wait…” you say in an oddly soft tone, Rafe's head swiveling to look in your direction. “No i'm not gonna quit just for you, alright?” he was in a bit of a state, you knew that. You knew that as much as you knew he needed some way to get out all the pent up stress and frustration.

“Rafe you know i wouldn't ask you to do that”. It's true, you knew it was one of the only things that kept him sane most of the time and you were too sweet to tell him to quit doing something that had become such a huge part in his routine. “My thigh… do a line on my thigh-”

His eyes widen at the suggestion. His mind goes haywire at the mere thought of having you spread for him while he snorts that sweet line right off your sweet inner-thigh. 

He says nothing. Absolutely nothing as he straightens himself up and walks over to the bed, where you begin to lay back, propping yourself up on your forearms. “You’d let me do that, princess?” he's clearly turned-on by the thought and you just nod, that soft hum that escapes your lips driving him completely and utterly insane.

he kneels down at the edge of the bed, tugging slightly at the waistband of your pants, “i think we need to lose these, huh?”. Shamelessly, you nod, complying with his every word. He pulls them down quickly, as you lift your hips, sure not to waste any time.

“Spread those pretty little legs for me princess”. His tone exudes an unwavering confidence that sends a shiver up your spine.

As always, you comply. Your ‘pretty little legs’ falling open, flat against the mattress. Rafe doesn't hesitate and he pours a little coke onto your thigh, lining it up perfectly on the smooth skin. He groans happily as he presses his nose onto your thigh.

He inhales the powder, dragging his nose and lips along your thigh. You look down at him in awe and arousal, the sight of him making you incredibly wet. But you notice…

He doesn't stop as the line ends.

Eventually, he reaches the lace edge of your panties, pressing a kiss on your clothed cunt. He chuckles as he lifts his head slightly, “you're so wet already baby girl”. His words alone make you shiver, only serving to the slick you had coated your panties in.

He slides your panties to the side, out of his way as he runs a finger through your sopping folds, bringing it back up for you to see his lubricated finger, “is this what i do t’you, princess?”. You whimper softly and buck your hips up in an attempt to invite him.

He wastes no time in accepting that offer, sucking the slick off of his large digit and immediately burying his face in your pussy, nose pressed firmly on your clit as he pushes his tongue in and out of your tight hole.

He hums at the clearly satisfactory feeling this consumes him with, and with no intention of stopping anytime soon.

And that's how you spent the rest of your evening, Rafe’s face buried deep in your cunt, tongue brutally attacking your hole and your clit, overstimulating you until you're sure your legs won't be working tomorrow.

okay i have not proofread this at all i just know that its 1am and i wrote something!! also thank u baby for the ask!! i enjoyed writing this so much so i hope you like it!!

[jupiter-letters]

Klaus Hargreeves NSFT Headcanons💓

Anon Requested: Clawing at the walls rn. Can you write nsfw Klaus hcs?

A/N: Need to get back into writing again to start the healing process after season 4. I'm seeing some other writers do that now which is really funny and comforting. I've been wanting to do this but I didn't have that drive to do so thanks for the push anon! I'm aware of Klaus' identity as a Genderfluid person, I will be using He/They pronouns for this set of headcanons. Fem! or GN! Reader as always

word count: 634

divider cred || palestine links

now playing: I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Klaus is very open to most things when it comes to sex, very few things are off the table for him. Having the opportunity to experiment with a partner is a fun experience for the both of you. He teaches you some things and he does the same for you, kinks you never knew you had kind of bubble to the surface.

Wax Play! Klaus introduced you to it in the middle stages of your relationship, he made it known he wasn’t afraid to experiment with a little pain. As long as you weren’t sawing his limbs off to get your rocks off he was fine.The sensation of hot wax on his skin and the soft caress of your fingers brings Klaus such euphoria. He likes to have it dripped on his thighs and his chest. Not so much on his face, anything that involves a little pain he doesn’t want done to his face. 

Being bound in any way is very very hot for them as well. Handcuffs, ropes or clamps, whether it be you or them. He mostly has a preference for being the one tied up, if you’re riding him and his hands are tied to the bedpost, he’ll go crazy. When he's bottoming he'll love it if you tie his hands behind his back. If you use that to grip onto while you fuck him from behind, face pressed in the pillow, he’ll get really loud. 

He lovesss to get pegged, Klaus will alternate between being the biggest brat and being the softest big wet eyed baby in the world. It really depends on how he’s feeling that day whether he’s gonna mouth off to you or not. He just gets sassy to get a reaction out of you but a good way to eradicate that cocky attitude to edge him, Klaus hates when you make him wait to cum. He has such a love-hate relationship with it, it does make anticipation of cumming more exciting. If you do it to him, sometimes he will get revenge later on. He would rather not do it to you cause he loves to give you whatever you want but he is a tease above all. 

He’ll even bring it up while you’re having sex, “Remember that time I backtalked you a tiny bit and you didn’t let me cum for 5 whole minutes babe? Well guess what?” and then he just stops thrusting into you, Klaus will even keep you on the edge of an orgasm for 5 minutes and let you cum after time’s up. “That was torture wasn’t it? I guess it doesn’t feel as good when the shoe’s on the other foot.” 

They have an oral fixation like you wouldn't believe, certified throat goat/munch. Stick your fingers in their mouth and they'll look at you with the nastiest whorish eyes. Anything you wanna put in Klaus' mouth they'll accept it happily, except maybe a gun that might be too much. If you're the one recieving Klaus will have some part of you in their mouth, an earlobe, a nipple or your cheek. It doesn't matter, they want to get as close as possible.

When Klaus goes down on you he's literally kicking his feet while he does it, no joke. He's so excited to be the one that makes you feel good, sex is always filled with giggles and smiles.

Aftercare is usually very quiet and intimate after a night of fun, you just sit in silence in each other's arms. You're both wound up tight in each other's arms, skin still covered in sweat. Klaus will pull you with him into the bathroom eventually so you both can get clean. After a nice shower you both end up playing monopoly or cooking something in your kitchen.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

[yoyokslut]

Better man. (Sequel of you're losing me)

Pedri x reader.

Word count: 3444 words.

a/n: I know this took forever but I didn't have the inspiration to write it but one night I was listening to better man and everything clicked. Hope you like it :)

12 am and you were still awake... Again, this was the third night in a row. Since what happened at Pedri's was haunting you and replaying in your head over and over again you couldn't fall asleep. It's been 3 months since then and forgetting about it wasn't as easy as you thought.

You couldn't fool yourself, you missed him more than you'd like to admit. You missed going on late night drives around the city, movie nights, making dinner together, laughing about how bad his jokes were and him teasing you because either way they made you laugh, just feeling him being part of your life... Part of you.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night

I can feel you again

He's been texting and calling you but you knew the moment you accept a call or text you'd fall for him like the very first time and you knew you couldn't let that happen, it wasn't fair for you so ignoring him was the best option for now.

Lately you've been going to one of you favourite cafe every afternoon where across of it was a small park with beautiful flowers and near there a beautiful lake, the cafe was a comfort place because there were stunning sunsets and it was always nice to see the kids playing around the park and people having fun in the lake.

So today you decided to buy a coffee and go sit on the dock with your headphones on.

It passed a couple of minutes before you felt someone touching your shoulder, so you took off your headphones, turned around and saw him.

Your body tensed right away it's been long since you saw him.

"Hi," he said a little bit nervous.

"Hi,"

"I've been trying to call you and text you but you weren't picking up,"

"We don't have nothing to talk about anyway," you said trying to walk away from him.

"Please don't go," he grabbed your arm gently "I'm tired of missing you, please let me come back to you, I miss you with my life, preciosa,"

Preciosa there he was again trying to be sweet and calling you nicknames that he knew they made things to you, thinking that was enough and you hate how you and your body reacted to them.

But I just miss you

And I just wish you were a better man

"Oh so you think I wasn't tired every time you pushed me away and made me a second option or sometimes not even an option?" you stared at him frowning "You thought I was very joyful just waiting for you all the time just for you not even notice my presence? You should be the last one to say you are 'tired', Pedri,"

And I gave to you my best

And we both know you can't say that

He swallowed thick, he knew you were right and you deserved so much better than how he treated you.

"I am so sorry, I know I was a jerk and you deserve somebody so much better than me but I can't live without you, I can't sleep if you're not with me, you are my little ray of sunshine in my life, but please give me one more chance, I'd do anything for you, anything you asked me I'll do it, I promise,"

"We both know you're not good at making promises, Pedri, don't promise something we know you can't keep,"

We might still be in love

If you were a better man

"So please stop breaking my heart and stop following me," you said starting to walk.

"I didn't follow you," you looked at him like saying how did you find me then? "Kinda," he blushed.

"I went to every place we used to go when we were together and spend all day there in each of them hoping I'd find you," he looked away from you and your gaze soften at his confession.

This was the sweetest thing anyone has ever made for you.

You sighed for what you were about to tell him and about how vulnerable you were gonna be for him.

"I-i miss you and I still l-love you," you looked at his eyes.

"But I'm scared, what of it doesn't work out? What if we don't work out? I don't want us to get hurt again, I wouldn't be able to take it," a small tear escaped through your cheek.

"I'll do my best every day to remind you how important you are for me, and cherish you for every day I didn't back then. I'm sorry it took me this way to realize how valuable you are, I'll work in myself so I can be the man you deserve and so I can be worthy of you," he said grabbing your face and stroking your cheeks.

"And if you need more time to think about giving us another chance, I'll wait as long as you need,"

"I'm gonna need it," you said.

"My time is all yours,"

Surprise? I guess 🤭

@ironmaiden1313 @http-isabela @gulphulp @sandiaaaaaaa7 @iloveenglishmen

[fabbyf1]

Hi!

I’m not sure of this is how to go about this correctly.

I’m not sure what your position is on others drawing inspiration/directly from your incredible fan fiction writing but, on Ao3 there is a fic called ❤️lestappen- One shorts💙 by lestapeeen. The most recent chapter (14) is very similar to the monza chapter of long live(twwct) specifically the piggy back and proposal promise. some of the dialogue is exactly the same.

I figured you should know. If it’s a cool with you or if you knew already, sorry to be a bother.

DISCLAIMER: This post, by no means, is asking for ANYBODY to send this author mentioned (and tagged) below hate. On anon or main. I have been pretty damn clear with my feelings on the matter below. They know what they've done, and I won't stand for it. Nobody needs to make this worse by sending them death threats. With that out of the way, let's deep dive, shall we?

YOU KNOW WHAT?

First off, god bless you, bestie. God BLESS you. I want to smooch you on your incredibly wonderful forehead. Thank you so much for bringing this to my attention. I cannot be everywhere at once and cannot possibly read every fanfic posted to AO3, but it's not fucking cool for people to straight-up plagiarize my shit.

Secondly, I'd like to ask that if ANY of my followers come across something that looks very suspiciously similar to my fics, please let me know. You can for sure send it on anon, or send me a dm.

Now, with that being said, I clicked on this fucking fic not knowing what to think. I went into it with a pretty open mind, knowing that there are quite a few authors currently posting fics that are verrrrrrrrrrry similar to my writing style. I've gotten pretty close to calling a few of these authors out but haven't for a few reasons.

Fanfics based on the same ship, in the same canon setting, are always going to be... let's use the word "similar" here. The plot can only change so much when you're following canon events, you know? I don’t write AUs, so I’m only going off canon-inspired fics. My fics generally follow along with canon timelines and therefore, other author’s fics that follow the same timeline are going to be... similar. I get that and accept that.

Characterizations are bound to be... well, fuck it, let's use that word "similar" again. I'm gonna be pretty forgiving when someone's Max is damn near the same as my Max because one: I'm a good and forgiving person, and two: I think my characters (while totally fucking fictional) are very life-like to the real person. So, with that in mind, when I read a fic with characterizations similar to mine... I will usually give somebody grace... and accept that maybe, just possibly, they see Max Verstappen (the person) the same way I do (fictionally) and it’s a big old coincidence that our fics read so similar. You know? Does that make sense?

But with all that being said, I’m not a fucking idiot. 

And honestly? I give more grace than I should on this goddamn website. (lmfao, respectfully.) This is sadly not the first time that somebody has very much written in my likeness, and I know it won't be the last. But this is definitely the boldest version of plagiarism I've seen. I haven’t clicked on any chapter except for 14, and I heavily skimmed the first part, but let’s take a little deep dive into some of the highlights. Because I will show the receipts, bestie.

from their story:

from long live:

..... right, let's move on.

from their story:

from long live:

okay................. sure

from their story:

from long live:

If you're going to plagiarize my shit... you could at least put it in a different font, so to speak. "Hey, can I copy your homework?” “Sure, but change it up a bit.” 

Girlie pop, you stopped even trying to change it the fuck up. 

Let me be clear: I do not authorize anybody to translate, re-post or distribute my work without my written consent. This is in a disclaimer (that I will post below) in every single one of my fics. Taking MY dialogue is NOT okay. 

Direct quote from the beginning note of Long Live:  DISCLAIMER #4: This is 100% fictional, and I do not own any person, team, or sponsor referenced in this story. I mean no offense to any person(s) mentioned and characterized in this story. I am not affiliated with any part of Formula 1 or its subsections. Please do not translate, re-post, or distribute my work without my written consent. I will cry.

To sum up, writing is not easy, and it takes time and effort. Time away from my friends, my girlfriend, my family. Time away from my job and my other hobbies. Long Live is 76 thousand words and took me countless hours to write.

To have somebody so blatantly and disrespectfully post MY SHIT as their own and not even try to give me credit? To not write a note that said, “Heyyyyy go read long live, which I [clearly] really enjoyed!” or even a “Some of this dialogue was inspired by @fabbyf1” or even just a “lmfao some of this i didn’t write but the rest i did” really pisses me off.

Why did it ever have to come to this?

I am SO disappointed right now.

Happy fucking Friday, I guess.

For full transparency, here is the link to their fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55255699 and here is the link to their tumblr: @l-estappen

Here is the link to MY fic, which was posted on April 2nd, 2023, and written in Google Docs with revision history about a month before that. I have receipts out the fucking ass, my dear. https://archiveofourown.org/works/46190509/chapters/116284915

Be well.

[sentientgolfball]

Hello!! Absolutely loving your blog and writing!! I can’t stop rereading some of your works!! I was hoping to maybe request a phantom x reader? I love the thought of him being affectionate and clingy and I’d love to read about him with a reader that equally loves affection as much as he does. But it takes them a little while to actually open up and accept his affections, but once they do it’s just the cutest✨ thank you so much, and if not that’s alright🩷

~🦕

WAHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH that genuinely makes me so happy to hear :''')

I hope you enjoy some absolute Phantom FLUFF

My requests are open !

“Phantom! Hurry up, you're gonna miss the beginning!” 

“Oh shit” there’s a pause before you hear an “ow fuck hot!” 

You smile watching the quintessence ghoul run into the room with an absurdly large bowl of popcorn and a few drinks tucked under his arm. He sits everything down before plopping onto the couch next to you. 

“Did you remember the—“ 

“I got it right here.” His tail slithers over to you. You laugh as you take the small bag of chocolates from it, being careful not to pull on the piercings in the spade. 

He curls in under the giant blanket you brought, resting his tail on your lap just as the opening title of the movie begins. You and him have taken to weekly movie nights ever since discovering his fascination with human holidays. Halloween was creeping closer and you decided the best way to spend it this year was showing Phantom all your favorites. At first, you just showed me some old animated stuff from when you were younger, not quite sure what he’d like. Then you showed him some of the classics and he took a very big interest in those. Now, you were on to the slashers. You had skipped over Nightmare on Elm Street after the first one simply due to the fact every time something happened, he’d go off on a tangent about how ‘that’s not how dream magic works.’ 

You were now watching the Scream movies thanks to an off handed comment made by Dew that got Phantom interested. You had seen these movies countless times, but it was watching Phantom’s reactions that made it so special. Or maybe it was just Phantom in general. 

You idly play with his tail while the movie goes on, only half paying attention. You were distracted by the closeness of him. This always happened. He’d sit down at a comfortable distance and each time he thought you weren’t looking, he’d scoot just a bit closer. You knew how much he loved to be physically close with others, it was one of the things that drew you to him in the first place. It wasn’t like you hated the clingy nature of him, it just took some getting used to. You weren’t as quick to fling yourself onto him, but you really wanted to. You knew he would love it, but some part of you was worried you’d somehow make it awkward or uncomfortable. You were warming up to it, though. Every little touch from him had you feeling electric and you wanted more. 

You were now pressed shoulder to shoulder with him. He was completely enamored with the scene currently playing out, but all you could focus on was how close he was. You had to stifle a laugh at how large his eyes were. You stared at him for a bit longer before something in your brain was yelling at you, screaming to just wrap your arms around his waist and rest all your weight against him. You spend the remainder of the movie hyping yourself up to do this, but before you get the chance the credits roll. You mentally curse thinking you just wasted yet another opportunity when he turns and looks at you. 

“Can we watch the next one?” 

You smile “Absolutely. How could we leave without finishing this bowl?” 

Your eyes glance to the half eaten popcorn knowing damn well he’s going to inhale the rest without thinking. You hop up and put on the second movie. When you return to the couch you tentatively rest your head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly when he lays his head onto yours. 

Okay. Second chance. We can do this. 

You glance at him. He glances back and smiles at you, fangs poking out under his lips. 

Fuck we can’t do this. 

No. No you were going to do it. There was no reason not to. You shift a bit and he moves his head off yours to adjust his posture. You take that as the perfect opportunity to strike before you chicken out again. You slump down against him, encircling him with your arms before laying your head in his lap. There’s a moment where you’re convinced he’s going to shove you off for whatever reason, but that’s quickly stomped when you feel his hands gently card through your hair lightly scratching at your scalp. You smile hearing his tail beat against the side of the couch and a purr rumble through him. 

Somehow during the movie the positions shifted to the point where Phantom was laying flat on his back with you sprawled on top of him. You stayed like that until the credits started to play on the screen. You feel him nose your cheek.

“That was horrible.” 

“Yea the second one is never as good as the first.” You laugh as he nuzzles against your face. You try to say something about the third one but the thought is quickly interrupted by a yawn. He places a light kiss to the side of your head. 

“I’ll walk you back to your room.” 

“Actually” you say hiding your face in the crook of his neck “what if I stayed here tonight?” 

You can practically feel the excitement sparking off of him before he’s wrapping his arms around you squishing you to his chest. He laughs and peppers your face with little kisses purring wildly. When he’s finally done you bury your face right back into his neck and close your eyes, revealing in the warmth of his body and the rise and fall of his chest. 

[unclewaynemunson]

Jeff is one of my favorite characters and I think we should start a post of all our favorite Jeff headcanons. He and Freak get left out in almost every Eddie-centric fic I read, with his "best friend" being either Gareth or Chrissy, and I'm tired of it. Jeff is wonderful. Here's my hc's:

- Jeff and Eddie have been best friends since middle school. They started CC and Hellfire together.

- they went to the Snowball together and rigged the bubble machine to spew bubbles during the slow dance songs. The dance had to end early and Jeff and Eddie never got caught

- Jeff's parents loves Eddie. They used to have sleepovers at each other's place almost every weekend.

- Jeff was the first person Eddie came out to. Jeff tried to be surprised and "that's great, man, thanks for telling me!" But Eddie saw right through that.

- Eddie is afraid of geese and spiders. Jeff thinks this is fucking hilarious.

- post-Vecna, Jeff is the one Eddie reconnects with first. Eddie tells him everything, despite the NDAs and Steve's warnings. Jeff believes him, because he knows there's wacky shit going on in Hawkins, and he's seen Eddie's wounds.

- they have that kind of friendship that nothing can break. Even if they don't see or talk to each other for years, because Life Happens and people lose touch, they'll always have part of themselves carved out for their best friend.

Ok, that's all I got for now, and sorry for the long ask! I just love Jeff so much and he (and Freak, too, because Freak gets ignored because of fatphobia) deserves just as much love and attention as Gareth gets.

What are your Jeff and Eddie headcanons?

I am loving this Jeff love and your headcanons, thank you so much for sending this to me!!! <3

I think with Unnamed Freak things are a bit different bc, yaknow, he doesn't have a name. For me at least that makes me hesitant to write about him so I don't wanna go as far as to say it's all bc he's fat (even though I'm not gonna deny that that probably also plays a part in how popular he is in this fandom urgh). Anyway, yes this fandom certainly does Jeff dirty. I think it's this gross combination of racism and people copying a lot from already existing stories, characterizations and headcanons without much critical thinking of their own (which baffles me, if you're creative enough to write a story please use that creativity for some originality ffs). Anyway, this is gonna turn into a rant again can you tell I'm still annoyed? so let's turn to something more positive now, like my headcanons for our beloved Jeff:

He was the first person in Hawkins (after Wayne obviously) that Eddie got close to. For Jeff it was kinda the same, being a black, nerdy boy in this town had been very isolating for him and Eddie was his first real friend.

Unnamed Freak made their duo into a trio a bit later. All the others in the group (including Gareth) were Eddie's "lost little sheepies" who he sought out to protect. This means that Jeff and Unnamed Freak are the only people who don't borderline worship Eddie but see him (and love him) for who he is including all his flaws. They're also the only ones not afraid to call him out on his bullshit.

Jeff's mom is really cool. Her name is Pauline and she's not like Jeff at all (she was a cheerleader in high school). Despite their differences they love each other a lot. (Jeff's mom is actually heavily featured in one of the fics I wrote so I got her all fleshed out lmao)

He has two little twin sisters. They're friends with Erica, one of them is one of her friends we meet in the mall in s3. He has this typical hate-love relationship with his sisters: they fight a lot, but at the end of the day, he would die for them.

HE'S BISEXUAL

While he can't wait to get out of Hawkins and to a place that'll be more accepting of him, he doesn't want to move too far away from his family.

He's the most loyal friend in the world, 100% a ride-or-die kinda guy

While he does love metal a lot, his guilty pleasure is Tina Turner

Tell me all your Jeff headcanons i wanna hear more about him!

[the-way-astray]

HEY so I skim read your new Keefe hate post and I have some thoughts I'd like to share (all good ones!!)

As someone who also wrote a very long essay about [a] fictional character(s) while citing the page number and book word by word, you freaking ACED it. I'm always gonna be impressed when people take the time to cite your source and give a in depth explanation about it

You're lowkey not too wrong about Keefe infantilizing Sophie. For something silly and stupid, like "Iggy ate my mallowmelt!! >:( Now im mad!!" yeah I bet Sophie would seem cute lol. But for when she's genuinely angry and pissed?? Maybe lay off a little bit dude 😭 Like cmon she can murder you with her mind- There are moments where he does talk about how powerful she is though, throughout the series, but tbh as much as he does that he probably inhantilize her too *shrug* I need to reread the series, but you are making some sense.

I need Keefe getting mad and someone asking him if he's on his period LMAOOOO

Anyways as someone who loves Keefe you're making valid points. He has his flaws, and sometimes he isn't the best person. In summary

Never post that on pinterest. Those crazy Keefe loving, Fitz hating, Sokeefe shipping 11 year olds will MURDER YOU. I will respect your opinion, but they sure don't.

(your opinion is valid and you have facts *clap and approving nod* you have my respect.)

the post in question

okay, first of all, i need this essay immediately. i literally do not care what it's about but words! lots of words! about kotlc! need.

ooh, thank you so much! i mentioned this in the post itself, but this is a rework. the quotes were originally in one post (copy-pasted from another post) and the explanation was in a reblog, which was hella annoying, so i condensed them. i suppose it does make much more sense now. and my explanation is based in the fact that i don't think people were understanding why this isn't a good thing to be saying, period, when i posted it for the first time. even without context.

yeah, keefe displays a consistent attitude of "sophie is so adorable and small and cute and ditzy and soft". seriously, if you don't believe me, read his perspective in unlocked (or don't, because i'm going to do it for you in my part two keefe rant). it's why i don't buy his accepting sophie as a leader in stellarlune (done in a very, very tell-not-show way, may i add), unless he went through some serious development in unraveled. i may have to dedicate a whole post to that topic . . . anyway, yeah, him calling her powerful and talented feels very, very, very tell-not-show, and when you look at his internal thoughts in unlocked, it portrays her very differently. i'm not a fan of the way he sees her, truly. it feels very dumbed down and uwu-ified. no quotes from unlocked have been put into the post, so i'll have to update it later, but if i included unlocked quotes, this post would be like sixteen times its length. but yeah, you should reread the series before you come to a serious opinion. i'm obviously incredibly biased.

GOODBYE I WAS CITING THAT POST BECAUSE IT GAVE OFF THE EXACT ENERGY I FEEL KEEFE GIVES OFF . . . I DON'T EVEN THINK ELVES HAVE PERIODS (please nobody bring back that cursed discussion again, please, i beg) BUT YOU'RE SO CORRECT. SOMEONE WRITE A HUMAN AU WHERE THIS HAPPENS IMMEDIATELY

yay, a level-headed keefe lover, i love you guys. lol . . . i don't plan to go on pinterest anytime soon, or ever (and i also don't even think pinterest's format even allows for a long post like this . . . ). honestly the thought would have never even crossed my mind, because keepblr is my one true love and i'd never cheat on her. but now that you mention it, it might be funny . . .

[sp-growingpains]

not on the ask list, but do you have any fun facts you could tell us about Jean that you haven't shared yet?

Shhroomer, you're a darling. I truly adore you!

So I wanted to wait to answer this because it's Jean's birthday today and wouldn't ya know it, I'm in Colorado! I thought it would be fun!

I got a lotta fun facts about the dork!

Music!

🎵 - Jean has perfect pitch and can play most songs by ear! This is really great until it comes time when for her to write her own music! Then it's a bit of a struggle!

🎵 - Guitar is her favorite for emotional reasons! She gets her first guitar from Stan! But her god mother makes her learn Viola and Piano.

🎵 - Later on in life after going to college and becoming a music teacher, she learns a handful of things!

🎵 - When I first made Jean I had this idea that she would join Crimson Dawn and just fucking slay! Buuuuut as time went on, I removed that part!

🎶 - Now that's not to say she's opposed, I just think Crimson Dawn should stay it's own thing! It means more to those characters than it would he shoving Jean into that!

🎶 - But if she did make her own band I have a name for it already! Almost Wendigos.

🎵 - But yeah! Jean adores music so much and being able to share that love makes being a music teacher the perfect career!

Sports!

🌄 - So real talk! I love basketball and hokey it's one of my favorite sports to babble about!

🌄 - So when it came time to give her one of the two, I'm not gonna lie...I flipped a coin!

🌄 - Thus, Jean plays basketball from elementary to high! Now, I know boys and girls can't play together "blah, blah, blah" shhh! Let me have this.

🌄 - Later on around high-school she picks up hiking! Something to get her mind off everything.

🌌 - The problem is, this idiot does it late at night most of the time. Now I don't know if you've ever gone hiking in mountains surrounded by thick pine trees, but I have. Phone signal is fucking next to nothing out there

🌌 - This leads to her getting lost a lot. After the second or third rescue from the homies, she was then banned from going off alone or late at night. (She has a comically bad sense of direction.)

🌄 - Buuuuut other than that, when she finds the time she's at the gym lifting weights. She struggles a little with accepting her body. There are days when she hates how tall she is, how big she gets. The gym helps with that a little! Plus like I've said before, hugging the homies is so much easier when you're big and strong.

Parents?!

💜 - I've always wanted to talk about her parents but never really found the chance, so thank you!

💜 - Jean's father's name is Jun! He was a famous archeologist who threw all caution to the wind when it came to exploring and discovering new things! Came over from China and settled down in Colorado after him and his wife got a surprise in the shape of a baby!

💜 - Her mother's name is Jennifer! She was a talented cartographer! She was born in Denvor and left after college as fast as she could! You couldn't keep that woman away from her maps and her love for adventure!

💜 - I based them heavily off The Wild Thornberrys! I loved the idea of these two eccentric people building a goofy loving family. (Only to rip it away!)

💜 - I haven't really figured out how they got together, but I know they loved each other so very much! I would dare say they were one of the few healthy couples in South Park!

[tinukis]

some details about one of my one piece ocs, Z here i should like draw proper ref of Z soon bc i think abt the little guy often. if i do talk about him more and draw him, i may just reveal his real name eventually

anyway theres really nothing happy about this boy from what i shared and i still have nothing happy. however the reason he even still holds onto life is because of books. he loves reading about adventures, whether the tales are from real journalists or something made up. it inspires Z to continue living on despite being chained down in hell

thats not what i actually wanna talk about, i just wanna talk abt something more lighthearted. while Z does appreciate all the strawhats, the ones hes most particularly fond of are luffy, nami, and robin

not that any of them told their stories, but that those four can really sympathize with Z. nami especially can relate with how Z believes he needs to shoulder everything himself to save his island considering hes only 13 enduring all this pain and suffering-- how he even refused to ask for the strawhats help until things were extremely desperate and that he had to accept that he really was powerless to do anything.

doesnt help that Z's "foster family" fed the strawhats too and how charismatic they are- Z thought that they were completely entranced by them so they wouldnt believe a word a bratty kid would say. and when Z felt completely helpless, he had pinned the blame on the strawhats and wished they never met bc things did go downhill for Z since his arrival

with robin, Z would talk about his favorite book and robin adores how he'd light up talking about it. not to mention him getting really excited when robin said she read the book before and gave him recommendations. (and as a parting gift, she gave Z a book she already finished reading. and it's about a kid his age starting their own adventure and writing everything about their exploits as they travel the world)

and with luffy, i'll admit was p hard to think about as hes not an easy character to write... but hes always been good w kids (AAAAUUUGJWHDIWHDK) and how theyve been inspired by him. what makes it harder to think about is how this kid has ace's face and acted similar to a younger ace. luffy felt a bit uneasy and Z just didnt like him at all. though theyre attracted to each other like magnets so kinda impossible to be separated without being pulled apart. when the strawhats went off to do their own things, luffy and Z somehow come across each other and it's like "stop following me!" / "you're the one following me!"

neither share what adventures they had and neither cared enough to ask. though Z was a little curious about who ace was and luffy bluntly says that theres nothing to know now bc hes dead. Z was about to pry bc ace had to be important to luffy but then again why should he care about this guy? he didnt care much about luffy and he was gonna leave soon anyway so they just left it at that. and as luffy gets distracted by a beetle on a tree trunk, Z suddenly disappears.

at some point though, luffy knew there was something wrong if Z couldnt just leave the place and people he claims to hate. and Z was startled by luffy's sudden interest in him and the island. he wasnt even sure if he could trust this pirate (esp when the 'rulers' were previously pirates !!) but he didnt feel ill intentions from luffy either so Z does tell him about the strict laws of the land which pisses him off gravely bc basically all of the people's freedoms are revoked and have to live a certain way if they wish to even live 👍👍

Z: "dunno why you're interested. you're gonna leave and forget about this hell of an island anyway. theres nothing you can do."

and again, Z cant trust others- especially not pirates. but the more time spent with the strawhats, the more respect and trust he gave. but he never once believed that they cared for him the same

[beanghostprincess]

So curious about ur thoughts on Ao No Flag cause I read it when it first came out and yeah after chapter 41 I wanted to rip it to shreds I was so pissed that the author got me to waste so much of my time on a story with an ending I hated that much.

And the premise was so interesting too…. It’s really the only reason I stuck with it even after I started seeing the red flags….

I have... So many thoughts about Ao No Flag... Some of them are positive but sadly, the negativity just erases all of them. It just frustrates me so so much! I feel like I've wasted my time reading this, ngl. I don't even know where to start, if I'm being honest. I have many complaints and I'm sure I'll forget to mention some of my opinions...

Overall, I liked the first half of the manga. I started reading it because I heard about it online some time ago and since I wasn't reading anything else I thought it'd be a good idea to do it! The thing is-- Since every website labeled it as a BL, I started reading it with that thought in mind. Not that I read it only because it was a BL, of course, but I was expecting the main couple to be queer and somewhat talk about the struggles of teenage gay crushes and the mess of, you know, young relationships. With the premise of, again, the queer couple being the main one. Not saying you can't make a BL about stuff other than romance. This isn't the case at all. In fact, I was more than happy to see it was more like a slice of life with romance and drama rather than just the romantic part. But when you're supposedly making a BL or a manga about queerness... I'm expecting it to be one of the main things and to be treated fairly and well.

After reading a few chapters I kinda accepted that perhaps the BL label was a bit of an exaggeration since it's more of a slice of life with romantic drama and like, two gay characters there. It wasn't a problem. I did like the writing, after all, and I wasn't even there for the LGBT+ narrative anyway, I found the story interesting. A guy who's envious of his best friend for always having the "perfect life" (in his eyes) helping a girl date him and both of them falling for each other in the whole process, with the plot twist of the best friend being gay and in love with the main character?? With a side lesbian who's in love with the girl, because of course, lesbians can never be happy even in the simplest of mangas (this is becoming a sub-genre at this point).

I found it interesting. The plot was very captivating and it kept me wanting to read more and more and more. I couldn't care less about whether it was a BL or not, but I still wondered why so many people labeled it as such when... None of that happens. It's like labeling Kuzu No Honkai as a Yuri when it definitely isn't and it just treats queerness as one of the many plots. It did give me that vibe! The whole messy romantic coming-of-age drama with the whole "everyone is selfish and stupid and somehow of a bad person" theme.

The thing is............................... The writing goes downhill so damn quickly. And I say this because it happens abruptly in the last 15 chapters or so, but tbh I could see where it was going from the very beginning. It was just a wild assumption I didn't think would come true.

In no specific order, I'm gonna talk just a little bit about my issues with this manga! Because there are... A few...

1- As a lesbian specifically I feel the need to address the atrocity they did to Masumi's character. It's pretty damn obvious through the whole narrative that she does not like men. Every time she tries to date one? They break up. They treat her crush on Futaba like it's the end of the world for her since she can't cope with it by following society's standards because it's impossible for her to do so. I get it. They're teenagers. She's in love. It can go away with time, even if it hurts like hell now. But that's not the point of her crush on Futaba. It's not that it's only Futaba for her and she couldn't fall for anyone else and after some years she moved on. It's the fact that she liked girls. Women. Not men. See where I'm going with this?

Her whole crisis is not even about falling for her best friend (unlike Touma's narrative), it's about being a lesbian in a world where nobody understands her struggles and she refuses to open up about it because of the fear of being rejected. Which is totally understandable. The ending? Making her get married to a guy? A guy we don't even know? Yeah, she COULD be bisexual, but she definitely isn't because otherwise her whole story would not fucking exist.

"Sexuality is fluid" you could argue, but after 50 chapters of her repeatedly saying she doesn't like men, making her marry one just seems........ Pretty damn homophobic. It truly does look like they're saying it was just a phase and she just "had to understand the other POV and keep her desires a secret". After the conversation with Akiko in which she says she can keep it a secret... It just makes it more obvious that she'll spend her life closeted. Is that really the happy ending you wanna give her? What about the freedom they talked about so much in the manga?

2- That brings me to her conversation with Mami, too. Which, despite being short, left me shocked. And that'd be an understatement. I absolutely adore Mami (she's my favorite character along with Touma and I wish we had more of them together and their friendship) but... Making it look like it's Masumi's fault the fact that nobody understands her because "she doesn't let herself be understood" or "she's being selfish by thinking she's special" is fucking insane. She is special! Nobody understands her! As far as I fucking know, none of you are lesbians. Yes, Mami could try to understand her and even if she could never fully do so (she says so herself) she could support her... But that's not the point. The conversation makes it seem like it's Masumi's fault for being "self-centered". Like, lmao, what did you expect? I'd also be like that if I had nobody to talk to about these things. In fact, I believe this should have been more explored with her dynamic with Touma instead because he can understand her. The way they treat Masumi should be illegal.

3- Talking about Touma........... Ughhhhhhhhasghgashdgajdg3yurgy3grui32gui32gjkjldbakwjbd aAghhhhGYGAGAAHAGJHAGSHDGASHDGAHDGAHGR93WGU3WKB /negative. That's it. That's my opinion of his story.

4- But really, Touma deserved SO MUCH BETTER. I can't stand anything about how they treat his character. He's the main focus in every. Fucking. Character's life. And yet his character is barely a character despite being the most interesting one out of all of them. Nobody addresses the fact that they're all selfish assholes to him. I get that they all view him as this perfect guy with his life all solved, but even so... Even if he were like that... When they realize he isn't, nobody gives a fuck about him.

Futaba and Taichi make this whole plan to get her and Touma together without even thinking about his opinion and what he wants and his freedom. When they're all having this crisis about university, nobody asks him what he wants because nobody asks him about himself and they all just focus on the idea of him. He won't talk about his own issues and thoughts! Why would he? Nobody seems to care and he clearly doesn't want to be a burden. When he breaks his leg? I get that Taichi felt guilty, that's understandable, but he made the whole situation about himself? And the narrative itself too? Futaba saying he was the one suffering the most out of the two??? I'm sorry, what the fuck???

When Kensuke punches him for the simple reason of what??? Being GAY??? Idk about you but where I come from that's called a hate crime and we usually relate it to homophobia-- Nobody and I mean NOBODY asks Touma how he's doing. They blame HIM for being selfish because he fell for his best friend and "put him and Futaba in a difficult position". Masumi even says she doesn't agree with his decision to confess. GIRL???? HE WAS OUTED???? WHAT THE FUCK???????

So we have this gay guy who's been keeping his crush on his best friend as a secret for years, trying to fit in, and feeling just as lonely as everybody else or even MORE because nobody dares to see the real him and everybody uses him to make themselves feel good about their own lives, being ATTACKED by one of his friends for being gay and then blamed for the whole situation that wasn't even his fault. Oh! And then he has to deal with Taichi and Futaba's selfish needs to go to him and make everything better by what?? Screaming to the sea that they love each other?? Okay. Cute. I admit that scene was nice. But I couldn't see past the lack of character development and the fact that if I were him there would not be enough earth in this world for me to run away and be as far from these people as fucking possible.

5- Talking about Kensuke, I fucking hate him. The whole chapter in which they discuss why he started a fight with Touma feels like a whole homophobic speech to try and convince people to understand homophobia. The characters have no personalities and are only used as ideology devices instead of actual human beings. I don't give a fuck whether he was SA by a gay guy?? That's a lame ass excuse for violence and a hate crime??? I get that he might be uncomfortable due to trauma! That's completely understandable! And he might've been impulsive and violent because of that, too. But that doesn't give him the right to use it as an excuse instead of properly apologizing for being scum. Your trauma is not an excuse for your behavior toward others.

And his whole speech about how "it's the same thing as when girls feel uncomfortable around men" is just... Not it. It's not that you are scared of gay guys because of trauma. You're scared of MEN and now that you've seen what some of them are capable of and you've been a victim, you use it as a way of being homophobic when I can assure you it has nothing with being gay and everything with being a man. And yet!!!!!!!!!! And yet!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yet he fucking dares to say that he feels attracted to all women and he's in the right to not understand gay men because "it doesn't make any sense". When he's asked if he feels the same toward all women, he says that yes, he's sexually attracted to all of them. And yes, he only wanted Mami because she was a woman and not because she was... Well, her. And the fact that the whole narrative makes it seem like he's in the right and people should just "try to understand him and his homophobic behavior" is fucking disgusting. "He's free to hate too" not when that freedom is stopping others from being free, he isn't.

6- Everything between Touma and Taichi is so goddamn rushed. The worst thing is that I love their story and their dynamic and they would've made such a great couple if it hadn't been built in....... Just a panel??? They give NO hint that Taichi likes Touma back or even thinks about it. The only thing we have is Futaba telling Touma that NOW Taichi considers him a possibility, despite Taichi making clear that he's in love with Futaba multiple times. They break up off screen and he starts dating Touma also off screen. No character development. No explanation. No nothing. I spent 50 chapters reading this drama for the mangaka to suddenly remember this was supposed to be a BL or what?? I don't give a fuck if it isn't a BL, damn, the genre can change. I don't care. Just make it in character.

7- They talk SO DAMN MUCH about their futures that their career choices are a metaphor at some point. Futaba wants to do gardening and try it out even if she knows it's probably not gonna work (her relationship with Taichi), Mami wants to work as a beautician with her mentality of "everyone deserves to be treated equally" (her relationship with all of her friends, whether they're girls or boys), and both Taichi and Touma give up on their dreams of a toy store and being a baseball player because they don't see them as something real (guessing it's their relationship at first). But they don't bring this up again! Their future is reduced only to romance and we don't know what the fuck they're doing with their lives???? C'mon, at least use it as a metaphor!

I have more things to say, tbh, but in my opinion, the manga would've been way better (focusing on it as a BL, here) if:

The whole plot is the same thing, except it focuses more on Touma's POV too, and his struggles with being perceived as someone he's not. Taichi gets a whole plot about him wanting to be closer to Touma as children (they show this, just not as much) as a metaphor for his possible crush on him, which Touma rejects because he actually does have a crush on Taichi and doesn't want him to know. Taichi gets his whole crisis about liking Futaba and Touma WAY earlier in the manga, at the same time as he has to choose whether to work on his dream of making a toy store or give up on it.

The whole Kensuke thing can happen and it should happen, but focusing on Touma's POV instead and making the narrative treat Kensuke like the asshole he is instead of trying to make him look good. Masumi gets her closure by keeping her crush on Futaba a secret and being helped by Mami to deal with it (because there's nothing wrong with it) and they try to understand each other better without blaming her.

The whole ending pre-time skip is the same, except that Taichi is still figuring things out and we make it clear that both Futaba and him know it might not work between them, but they try. They show their breakup (because not showing it is pointless) and they build in the time skip the relationship between Touma and Taichi (in fact, during the whole manga they should have WAYYYYY more scenes together because they barely do, lmao) and we see them, even if it's just hints of them falling for each other, getting together supposedly.

And THEN in the wedding, Masumi has a girlfriend (god forbid lesbians can have a fucking win) or perhaps just finds happiness in something that isn't romance, Futaba is happy and they mention that perhaps gardening didn't work but she's working in something else related to flowers, Taichi and Touma are together and they both followed their dreams somehow, and idk Mami is the makeup girly and stylist of the wedding and Kensuke is 10 feet underground because I hate him. The end.

If I talk more about this manga I'm gonna be the one committing a hate crime.

[doodlepede]

something i actually have a lot of inarticulate thoughts about is the contrast between how the burden of wearing the One Ring is handled vs the burden of wearing the horcrux locket. ooh ooh the book series that shall not be named ooh ooh you're so scared!!! anyway. gonna ramble about it

One of the most powerful scenes in the film trilogy is when Frodo is reduced to crawling up the slope of Mount Doom, the weight of the Ring is just too much, it's as though it's gotten heavier and heavier the closer they came to its source. When Frodo can't even crawl any further, Sam says, "I cannot carry it for you, but I can carry you!" and he lifts Frodo onto his shoulders. I firmly believe that the Ring functions as a beautiful allegory for trauma and ptsd, and this moment is the most perfect instance of it, because from my interpretation, Sam is basically saying that even though he wants to take the trauma from Frodo and carry it himself, Frodo wouldn't let him because he loves him too much to give him something so painful, and couldn't let him because that just isn't how trauma works - it is his burden, and his alone - and Sam finally accepts this, and rededicates himself to helping Frodo in a more physical way: by carrying him in his entirety, if he can't carry his trauma for him. There's muuuuuch more to say on this, but you get the picture.

for a man who proclaims to have cordially disdained for allegory since he grew wary enough to detect them, he's sure good at writing them, in my view. honestly if his stance was merely a jab at C. S. Lewis, i wouldn't be surprised.

Anyway, I'm reminded of that one bit in the Deathly Hallows part.. 1? I'm only referencing the films here because theyre the only part of the franchise i still respect to be quite honest, but that part in either part 1 or 2 where theyve got the Horcrux locket which contains a bit of Voldemort's soul, and moldywarts is sooo evil that mere extended proximity to the Horcrux has a One Ring like effect - putting the wearer in a perpetually foul mood and encouraging all their worst impulses and making them all possessive of it... Come to think of it i have no idea why it makes the wearer possessive of it. But there's a whole bit where Harry was the one wearing it until it made him awful and then Ron started wearing it until it made him awful, and they get into a confrontation about it and its a great character moment for them, these best friends who've always been there for eachother, torn down to the worst versions of themselves and having to like deal with that. I quite like that in theory, but in practice it comes across as sorta hollow, and like just one more instance of Ron being a little asshole like he's kinda just consistently been since like, Goblet of Fire. idk theyre both like really bitchy from then on out, it's a slog to watch and read. Like haven't we had like, four books of them being little assholes to eachother but not really growing from it?

This is clearly just copying lotr's homework, right? well, a little. but i dont hold that against Rowling, because here's the deal: LOTR is one of the highest selling books of all time, in 7th place behind books like Don Quixote, the quran and the bible. Fucking everyone has read it, and those who haven't are still familar with it becauss the books and films are still so popular that they've permanently saturated modern fantasy. Dungeon Meshi is inspired by Tolkien, that's why the Dwarf man is short and has a big beard, that's why elves are tall and magically inclined, that's why halflings are a distinct race. Tolkien did that. that is Tolkien's influence. So Of Course Rowling copied his homework at least a little, it's borderline impossible not to.

But the thing is. she's just not very bright. she thinks shes a lot fuckin smarter than she is, and that used to be the thing people hated her for. Seems hard to believe these days but there was a time before she was (as) openly transphobic, and the thing people hated her for was the fucking smugness. If she were as clever as she acts like she is, she coulda. well she could have written a better story.

wouldn't it have been interesting if she had chosen 7 horcruxes for a reason other than that 7 is a number associated with magic? like, if each was a character trait that voldemort has, distilled into the horcrux, so each one, given exposure, begins to pass that trait to harry? that way she could double down on that 'twin soul' wand thing that never really mattered, because ron could realize that the horcrux wasnt affecting him like it was affecting harry, and it could spur some needed growth in him, give him a Sam-like moment, start building an allegory at the last second. There's so many beats and threads that are so lacking in substance when looked at closely, when thought about instead of just consumed. insert muh Its For Kids non-argument, as if being intended for young people exempts you from the expectation of effort. The Hobbit is for kids even younger than harry himself.

the reason people think harry potter isnt as shallow as it is is because it attempts to take inspiration from greater works, but rowling isnt a good enough author to utilize any of it to any measure of potential

[stoookes]

Just read the latest chapter of Omegaverse and goddamn that was one hell of a ride! 😳😳

Firstly, I loved that Stu and Ali's friend group grew closer! Stu really deserved to stop pretending for Kevin's sake, and be among people who liked and accepted him for how he was. Also, kudos to Ali for persisting with Stu!

I loved the whole scene with England finally introducing an omega to the squad, but instead of announcing who it is, like BCCI with VK, they kept it secret like NZC with Tim. Ngl I thought it would be Joe, but it being Jos threw me completely, I never saw that coming! Stuart protecting Jos (yay!) and the J2 feels are already jumping out, I hope my baby Josephs atleast escape the angst? 🥺 Nothing but good things for them please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

The Stu and Kevin confrontation was chef's kiss and then Brinn! Ahhhh that was quite possibly my favourite part of not just this chapter, but also the entire fic (okay second favourite, VK's introduction edges this out by a tiiiiny margin bc I can't resist cute baby fiery omega 🥹) I just adore Stuart and Steven's relationship, the way Stu trusts that Finny won't mind him being omega. They're so cute together 🥰

And then the last part of the chapter! Ugh I hate Kevin so much, and the dub con really made me shudder and feel so bad for Stu, being forced into such a rotten situation 😭 well done with the writing here! 😁 And then Kevin finding out Stu's secret 😭😭😭😭 please tell me he's gonna be fine?? jimmy do something, ali do something, author do something, someone do something I can't bear Stu being put through more shit please no no no no no no you can't do that to him please 😭

Can't wait for the next chapter, I'm dying to find out how the situation with Kevin resolves itself, and I'm also really eager for you to explore Brinn further. And can't wait for VK to properly show up too!

Lovely chapter, love your writing and excited for more! 💖❤️💗

ahaha - just a little bit of a rollercoaster 😂

Ali always knew Stuart was a good egg under the surface, pretending to fit in with Kevin and co for some reason. He's so grateful when Stuart opts to start spending time with them rather than Kevin and so proud when he stands up for Stevie 🥰

You just know the hiding was Ali's idea. ECB definetly wanted to make a big thing of it like BCCI did but Ali will be incredibly aware of how VK was treated/seen when he was announced. He wouldn't want that on a young player (especially one like Jos who is already having a hard time with feeling like they're good enough) so pushed HARD for the omega to be announced but stay anonymous.

It's so interesting because I was worried the Brinn would feel a bit shoe-horned in considering this is the first chapter Steve is even mentioned, but it does just work because Brinny just works 🥰 Stuart just knows; no one has ever treated him like Steve does. He can do odd things for an alpha and Steve just accepts it, accepts him. Not even Freddie did that.

Kevin certainly knows what he was and there is very little he won't do to get it 😓 It's another scene I'm glad doesn't feel forced because I obviously knew where it needed to get to, but I guess we've already established KP as a very cut throat character, so this vein of revenge on Stuart feels very natural. Don't think even he thought he was going to get this reveal though!

I'm not sure you want the author to do something... It was me who put Stui in this predicament in the first place 😅

Chp7 is already in the works because of how it flows on from this one, so hopefully the wait isn't too long for an update! Thanks again for your lovely comment and for reading - so glad you're still enjoying it 🥹

[tonguetiedraven]

I dare you to write whatever the heck you want

I have written half of the fic I want, and I'm going to post the other half on my second dare, lol. Thank you very much for the dare, and the push to do something I want :)

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Title: Knit Happens

Summary: Ryuuji Suguro has been knitting since he was eight, and if he has any luck, no one will ever find out.

Izumo Kamiki has been crocheting since she was eight, and if she has any luck, no one will ever find out.

As it turns out, neither of them have any luck.

Part: One (you're here.)

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“Ryuuji, sit down!” Torako snapped, her eye twitching as she caught Ryuuji by his ear. He tried to break away, but she pulled him into the inn. 

“But ma!” 

“No buts! Sit down.” 

Ryuuji sat down (he wasn’t an idiot) and scowled (he was a bit reckless.) 

“Honestly! What’s wrong with you?” Torako huffed as she slid the door shut. Still scowling, Ryuuji glared at the floor and didn’t answer. He was angry, but she wouldn’t listen. She’d just tell him to stop thinking about the temple and focus on his studies. Like he wasn’t already doing that. 

“What are we gonna do with you?” She sat down across from him, staring at him like he was a puzzle she could pick apart if she just looked long enough. He didn’t like that look. He’d never really liked being studied like that.

Still… part of him always wanted her to figure it out, while most of him just wanted to be left alone so he could go punch something. Maybe a pillow. 

“Why are you always so angry?” She finally sighed. 

Ryuuji slouched and fisted his hands against his knees. “I ain’t angry!”

“And now you’re lying.” She huffed out an irritated breath and reached for her basket of yarns and ribbons. “Fine. We’ll just sit here until you feel like chatting.”

Ryuuji immediately scowled as defiance welled up in his chest. He hated being made to sit still, even though he loved it most of the time. He like meditating and chanting and concentrating and reading. He liked quiet things. Being made to do them though, that stole all the joy out of it. That made him twitchy and indignant and angry. 

“I’m not chatting.” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the side as his mother lifted her partially made blanket up. 

“No?” She asked quietly while her needles started to click together in a familiar rhythm. “You’re not?” 

“No,” he muttered petulantly. He tightened his fists and wished he could punch that pillow.

The clicking stilled. “No,” Torako finally murmured. “You’re not going to chat. You’re going to knit.”

Ryuuji’s eyes shot to her. “Am not! That shit’s for girls!” Torako’s eyes narrowed dangerously and Ryuuji swallowed nervously. Uh oh. “I mean,” he stuttered, “it ain’t manly. I’ll get… teased…”

Torako’s expression was dark. “What, little one, do you mean it’s for girls? Hmm?”

He could either grab the needles and hope she forgave him and accept a lot of teasing for this, or… Or he could try and fight.

Ryuuji wasn’t stupid, but he was very reckless. “That it’s girly! It’s all frilly, and… and—” agh! What was it? Why couldn’t he think of any words to explain the problem? It was just a thing girls did and boys didn’t. It was silly.

Yeah! “It’s silly!”

Torako’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. A shiver raced down Ryuuji’s back and he immediately wanted to apologize, but he was standing his ground. Or sitting his ground.

Slowly, holding eye contact the entire time, Torako reached into the basket at her side and drew out two large needles. She set them in front of her knees and lifted out a ball of bright red yarn. 

“You know what else is silly, Ryuuji?”

“No?”

She frowned.

“No ma’am.” 

Torako nodded her approval and lifted the knitting needles back up. “Stomping around the inn and causing a ruckus because your father was late to a meeting you weren’t part of.” 

“He shoulda—”

“And,” she continued, talking over him, “yelling and ruining other people’s afternoon when they’ve been working all day. It is also silly to declare something as useful and versatile as knitting silly. It’s silly to call an activity girly or boyish. It’s silly to put something as simple as looping yarn together in a category that you see yourself too good for.”

“It ain’t like that!”

Torako clicked her needles together and finished the row. It was mesmerizing how quickly and nimbly she manipulated the yarn and needles. It actually looked a little like when his father would go through his exercise with the prayer beads. Their ability to manipulate the yarn and beads was on the same level.

“It isn’t?” She asked softly, all signs of her earlier anger gone. “Then what is it like?”

“I… I don’t want to get teased.” 

She flipped the piece and started to knit back in the other direction. She did something different with the yarn, and it really was interesting to watch how she twisted and tied it and looped it without ever looking at the stitches. 

“Isn’t it sad how small-minded people are? How insecure they are that they have to find things in other people to tear them down with? Things that aren’t bad or silly, but things they can make them feel like are bad or silly? Like being the heir of a temple? Or growing up among such strong monks who fought off Satan himself? Or creating something warm and soft for a family member?”

Ryuuji watched her finger work and thought about the kids at his school. He thought about harsh words, and how he’d always been so proud of his home until their words.

He loved the sweaters and blankets and toys she’d made him. He loved wearing them, and he’d never thought it was silly to wear them.

“I… I guess.”

Torako nodded and picked up a strand of silvery yarn. “I can understand you not wanting to do it though. It is quite difficult.” 

What?!

Ryuuji straightened and scowled in indignation. “I could do it.” 

“Maybe… I don’t know. The more I think about it, the more I’m not sure you could. It’ll take a lot of patience to master. I’m not sure you—”

“I’m patient!” Ryuuji snatched the needles up and fumbled with the red yarn. He missed the delighted sparkle in his mother’s eyes, and he didn’t see his father giving an approving nod by the door as he gently slid the door shut again. 

— — — — —

Ryuuji was good at knitting, and the more he looked into it, the more he found out it was actually a tremendously useful skill. One with a lot of health benefits. Hell, he even sold a few items (never once admitting he’d been the one to create them.) He could do it anywhere, it eased the stress that always seemed to coil itself into a tight, angry knot in his neck and shoulders, it made his fingers more dexterous, and it helped fight against how cold winter always seemed. It also made it so much easier to patch his school uniform vests and sweaters. Exorcist work was a menace on the clothes, and money was not something he had a lot of.

To his personal pride, he’d never once been caught doing it. It might not be silly to knit, but the anxiety of getting caught and teased had never actually gone away. Ryuuji was teased mercilessly about a large number of things, and he was not giving anyone further ammo. 

He kept it a secret through demon king attacks, through fights against miasma, through fights against secret organizations, through long sleepless nights studying, through creepy walks through abandoned labs, through the awful cold of the first Satan fight, and even through the return to school and the stress of resettling.

As the new year progressed, he found himself knitting more and more to combat the stress, and really, it was inevitable. 

It was a scarf, which was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it at least wasn’t embarrassing, and a curse, because it didn’t really show off any of his skills. If he was going to get caught, he wanted to get caught looking talented. This was just a bland striped scarf. There wasn’t even any cabling. 

“This,” Ryuuji started, knowing it was pointless, “is not what it looks like.”

It took him a moment to realize Izumo was speaking in tandem with him, and that she was clutching something to her own chest. Focusing his slightly bleary eyes (he forgot to blink when he was concentrating on the tiny stitches) he realized that she was holding a bundled up bit of yarn and what looked like a partially made hat.

“Holy shit,” he yelped as she squeaked out a startled: “No fucking way!”

“You can’t tell anyone!” They shouted together, and part of Ryuuji wanted to laugh while the rest of him was worried about the partially open door. He carefully gathered his needles in one hand and grabbed her elbow with the other one. He gave her one good tug to pull her fully in the room, sat partially up in his chair, reached around her, and pulled the door shut again. He’d flip the lock, but none of the classrooms had any locks.

“Sit down,” he barked as he returned to his chair. He kicked his bag of yarn and half finished projects under the chair and ignored the scowl she gave him. 

Okay. He could save this. He could absolutely spin this so it didn’t look silly. It could be worse. Izumo could have come in without her own yarn, or it could have been someone else in the group.

Looking up, he locked his gaze on her face. She was looking away from him to glare at the wall. She had her arms crossed over her chest and her bundled up project half in her arms and half in her lap.

“It’s for aria practice,” he finally said. “It keeps my fingers limber and I can stitch magic circles or symbols in my stuff this way.”

Izumo’s head slowly turned towards him. Her face was bright red, her jaw was clenched, and her eyes were huge. She looked thoroughly flustered, and for a moment, she seemed to puff up with frustrated air and then—

“Bullshit!” She hugged herself tighter. “That’s not why you’re doing it!”

“Yeah?” He growled, straightening and clenching his needles too tightly. “Think you know—”

“You’re doing it because it’s fun!”

“Well so are you!”

“Yeah, but you don’t see me lying about it!”

“Just hiding it.”

Izumo opened and closed her mouth a few time before turning to glare at the wall again. “Well… it’s embarrassing!” Her voice went up a little, and somehow that made Ryuuji relax a little. They were both being stupid. 

“You knitting or crocheting?”

Izumo’s eyes shot back to him. “You… you know the difference?”

Yeah, he thought sarcastically, I do one of them.

“Yes.”

“Crocheting.” 

He nodded. He hadn’t seen her needles, and what he could see of the hat didn’t look knit.

She eyed him a moment longer. “That a scarf?”

He shrugged and shifted the needles around in his hands so he could continue his row. “It will be.”

Izumo’s body relaxed slightly. “The color combination… looks good.” She said it like it hurt a little to admit. He was proud of the combination, and it did look good.

Ryuuji’s own cheeks were warmer than he wanted to admit. Still, he clicked his needles together, working through a few stitches as he tried to force the tension from his hands and arms. 

“I won’t tell on you if you don’t tell on me.” He kept his eyes on his stitches as he spoke, trying to concentrate on keeping them even. He’d have a color change when he finished this row.

Izumo swallowed and her face twisted like she wanted to say something mean, but after a moment longer she took another breath and nodded hard. “Deal.”

He finished the row and switched colors. Izumo watched him like a spooked animal. 

Without quite meaning to, Ryuuji started to laugh. His needles slipped, and he almost lost a stitch, but he caught it at the last second and gave Izumo an amused smile. 

“I never woulda guessed it’d be you.”

Izumo clutched the edge of her seat. “Huh?!”

“I mean, it was likely someone else in the class did it, but I’d never have picked you.” He grinned, eyes a bit blurry from how hard he’d laughed. His stitches were loose. He tugged on the strand to tighten them and gave his head a fond shake. 

“I should have figured you out. I knew those patches on your sweater were hand done, I just thought it was your mother.”

Ryuuji shook his head. “Nah. I do ‘em myself. Cost too much to ship that shit back to Kyoto every time something gets ripped.” 

Izumo released the chair and slowly took up her hook. She gripped her hat tightly, and slipped the hook between the yarn. Ryuuji watched in mild fascination. His mother could crochet passibly, but she preferred knitting and only really crocheted dolls. Ryuuji hadn’t bothered to learn it yet.

“What?” She asked after a second of his staring. “Never seen someone crochet?”

Ryuuji shrugged and turned his row around. Two more rows of this color and he’d need to switch again. He made a few checks on his pattern and moved on.

“Just fun to watch. How long you been doing it?”

Izumo relaxed a little at his non-judgemental tone and zipped along her circle a bit faster. “I started after, uh, Maria.” 

Ryuuji nodded. He didn’t need more than that.

“You?”

“When I was eight. Ma wanted me to calm the hell down and made me knit.” He grinned, remembering how proud he’d been. “I made myself some shitty black handwarmers and thought I looked all edgy.”

Izumo laughed. “I made a scarf that I used to wrap around my face a bunch of times and thought made me look mysterious.” 

They slipped back into momentary silence, zipping along with their stitches and letting the sound of Ryuuji’s needles fill the air. Izumo asked him what yarn he was using, and he explained that it was some his neighbor in Kyoto dyed and sold, and she told him about the little craft shop at the bottom of the Academy town. 

When his alarm went off to let him know there was only seven minutes until class, he found himself a bit sad about it. He quieted the alarm and set to putting his yarn and needles away.

Izumo watched him do it with a small frown. She hid it when he looked at her, and hastily stuffed her own project in her bag. 

“You know,” she muttered as she zipped it close, “if you, uh, want to do this again sometime, or want to check out that shop, I, uh, probably wouldn’t be opposed.”

“Yeah,” Ryuuji said as Renzou’s grating crackle sounded in the hall. He hastily pulled out his book and splayed it open. “Sounds fun.”

The door opened and their classmates piled in, all rambling about random things, none the wiser.

[◺~(✿ ⇀ ‸ ↼ )~◿ : Tomorrow after PE. Don’t be late.]

Ryuuji stared at the text notification, kept his amused smile carefully hidden, and typed back a few words as Tsubaki strolled into the room.

[For the shop?]

The … of Izumo’s response popped up while Tsubaki turned to erase the previous class’s scrawls off his black board. 

[◺~(✿ ⇀ ‸ ↼ )~◿ : Yes.]

[I have a dragoon review after PE. I’m free at 4 pm.]

[◺~(✿ ⇀ ‸ ↼ )~◿ :  Fine.]

“Alright!” Tsubaki spun on his heel to face them, Ryuuji carefully turned his screen off, and tried not to think excitedly about what all sorts of yarns might be in that store. He’d have to wear some glasses and a hat so he wasn’t recognized, but it’d still be fun. At least Izumo’s purple hair stood out more than him.

— — — — — — — —

Or not. 

Izumo had on a wig, and it was quite probably the funniest thing ever that she not only owned a cosplay wig, but she owned a nice one. Everything in her body language made it clear she was ready to stab him with the houchoudou Lucy had given her, so Ryuuji kept his amusement to himself.

“Stop smiling like that!”

Mostly. 

He was in a bland gray shirt, some dull jeans, sneakers, and had a hand knit hat obscuring his hair, ears, and as much of his forehead as he could get away with. He had a thick scarf around his neck, sunglasses that covered his eyes, and a mask he’d put on in a minute to cover what all of that didn’t. He looked cold and a bit like he might be robbing someone. 

“Sorry,” he muttered, managing to more or less hide his smile. Izumo tweaked her wig and pulled on her own glasses, and Ryuuji felt bizarrely like he was going on a mission with Lewin again.

All so they could get some yarn.

“I don’t expect we’ll know anyone there,” Izumo muttered as she sashayed past Ryuuji and down the path. It was a bit annoying how clearly she expected him to follow her, but he did because he wanted to see the shop, and really, it was entirely too funny that they were even doing this. “But just to be safe, try and not sound like such a grumpy gorilla?”

“Hey!”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Honestly, all that time trailing after Lightning, didn’t you learn to, I don’t know, change your voice or something?”

Ryuuji stuck his tongue out because she couldn’t see, and just decided he’d speak French if anyone talked to him. He’d make Izumo handle the interactions.  

The actual walk to the shop was pleasant. It was still winter cold, but Ryuuji was covered enough that he didn’t mind it, ad the sky was clear so it was bright and pretty. The winter flowers were still blooming, and only a few of their classmates were wandering about. It was easy to follow Izumo’s short self down to the lower levels, and he never saw anyone familiar. 

He had expected something cutesy, especially since it was obviously a place Izumo liked, but it wasn’t. It was colorful, not terribly big, smelled of the same sort of incense he used at his temple, and full of tempting types of yarn. There was bookshelf after bookshelf stuffed full of yarn, all different materials and colors and thickness, dozens of different types of craft supplies — supplies for crafts he didn’t know but now found himself immensely curious about — a few knit, crocheted, woven, and stitched wares, and an overall homey feel that made Ryuuji want to find a corner to nestle down in and stitch the afternoon away.

Ryuuji took one look around, found himself immediately charmed, and made a beeline for the wool. He had missed his father’s birthday in the utter madness of Satan’s attack, and he had wanted to make him a new hat and slippers. His father hated the cold, and without Karura, he had a feeling the winter would be even more miserable. They had a lot of yellow, and he quickly found a rich golden yellow that his dad would love.

“You like to use wool?”

“Yeah. Dad’s got allergies.”

“Huh.” Izumo eyed the wool like she wasn’t too impressed by it. Ryuuji stuck his tongue out again, thoroughly grateful for the mask. “I prefer the bamboo.”

“Always splits on me.”

“Of course it does.”

Ryuuji gave her a glare and grabbed a few skeins. It wasn’t too expensive, and he didn’t recognize the label. Was it handmade?

“What is this?” A too loud voice asked from somewhere in the shop. Ryuuji and Izumo both went entirely rigid. 

He knew that voice. 

“Yarn, sir?”

Ryuuji carefully tucked the yarn in his arm and took two steps to the end of the aisle where Izumo already was. Her mouth was hanging stupidly open, and following her gaze, he knew exactly why.

“Yeah, I get that,” Lewin ‘Lightning’ Light said as he peered down at a bundle of neon red yarn. “But what’s it made of?”

“Cotton?”

“Is it toxic?” Lewin asked, picking up one of the balls and peering at the label. “Say a snake ate it, would they be hurt?”

“A snake?” The clerk’s eyes were huge. “I—sorry?”

“Would it kill a snake? What’s it made of? Has it got any plastic in it?”

Ryuuji reached forward very carefully and wrapped his hand around Izumo’s shoulder. She stiffened at his touch, but before she could do anything else, Ryuuji jerked her back into the aisle and the cover of the merino wool yarn.

“I-I don’t know? You could… Ma-maybe bamboo? Or hemp?”

“Perfect!” Lewin exclaimed. “Osceola will love that!”

Osceola? Lewin was getting yarn for Redarm?

“Run,” Izumo squeaked. Ryuuji shook his head. He wasn’t fleeing the shop. Besides, you had to pass the cashier to get to the exit. They’d be seen. Nope. They were going to have to wait for Lewin to finish his shopping and hope the arch knight stayed on the other side of the shop. 

“We have some natural wools too,” the shopkeeper said, and Lewin beamed.

Shit.

A/N: I am a knitter and a crocheter, and it really is a great past time, but you will get teased about looking like an 80 year old. It's a personal head canon that these two do yarn crafts.

Also, this is the scarf Ryuuji was working on. It's a randomized stripe scarf based off True Cross' colors. You can use this site for making randomized stripe patterns and it's great! This is one I've used for a True Cross style scarf :)

[babykatsu]

PAIRING: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

RATING: nsfw

WARNINGS: jealous bakugou, sexual implications (no full on smut), kinda fluff?, strong language, aged-up of course

REQUEST: @anniebromberg tysmm for requesting<3 here’s a lil jealous bakugou fic!! it was really fun to finally write again. i really hope u like it <3 🤲🏻

WORDCOUNT: 1.6k

SYNPOSIS:

Katsuki, your boyfriend, made sure EVERYONE knew that you were his. Well, for the most part at least. He was not one for PDA since he still liked his privacy. You know, some things are better left just for the two of you to enjoy behind the scenes. But this habit of his led to something else... So when you were both out for a short coffee date that you had somehow managed to arrange amidst your busy schedules, Katsuki was beyond fuming to see an extra trying to flirt with you.

The smell of roasted coffee beans filled your nose as your boyfriend gently opened the door to the cafe you frequented. The rich bitter fragrance, with a hint of its inviting warmth, filled the atmosphere. It made your mouth water and yearn for that creamy, smooth drink. The subtle chatter of the customers, the clinking of cups, and other cutlery gently grazed your hearing. Nostalgic. That was the best way to put how you felt right now. It took you back to your first date with Katsuki, and though he will never admit it, this exact coffee shop is his favorite date spot. The subtle way his hand slipped out from yours as you two approached the counter interrupted your train of thought.

"Katsuki?" You questioned.

"I'll be back. I need to go to the toilet real quick. Don't order without me, okay?"

"Of course!"

With that, he shuffled his way through a couple of people before disappearing out of your vision. Awkwardly, you made your way off to the side elsewhere. In your little corner of the shop, you eyed people regularly coming in and out of the cafe. Admittedly, aimlessly standing there observing people was a tad bit uncomfortable and honestly creepy, but you knew Katsuki wouldn't take long. Well, you hoped so, at least.

Your solitude, however, did not last long. It took barely a couple of minutes before one of the people who had entered the establishment locked their eyes with yours. Not only did they maintain their gaze on you, but they even began making their way to you. In embarrassment, you glanced off to the side, eyes glued to where you last saw Katsuki go, awaiting to see his familiar face in the masses. To your disappointment, he wasn't there. And now this stranger was right next to you.

"waiting for your order, sweetheart?" A scratchy husk voice questioned, nudging their shoulder to yours almost in a joking manner. You didn't take lightly to the friendly gesture, feeling somewhat violated by the invasion of personal space.

"I haven't ordered yet" You smiled briskly, finally facing the person beside you. Your response only acted as an open invitation for this complete randomer to get even closer, their hand slithering around your waist.

"How about I buy you a drink, darling? How does that sound?" Though you tried to budge, it felt as though it only made the stranger cling to you tighter. 

As your heart drummed against your chest, you pleaded for Katsuki to get back soon. And to your delight, you heard his familiar voice as he obnoxiously cleared his throat.

The man's seemingly tight grasp on you loosened, taking a few steps back from you as he glanced back at your boyfriend.

"You with them?" The stranger asked, seemingly anxious. It didn't take long until Katsuki interlocked his fingers with yours, palms sweaty and his grip firm.

"The fuck do you think, dumbass?"

You knew Bakugou wanted to raise his voice, but you saw his restraint.  He was clenching his jaw as he spoke through gritted teeth. And worst of all, you could see the hazy distress in his eyes as he stared down at the man in front of him. Perhaps he was holding back to save you the humiliation of causing a stir in your favorite cafe, or maybe this was his breaking point. You never really knew what went through Katsuki's head, but the defeat you sensed come from him had you worried.

"Stop just looking at me and fuck off already." Katsuki spat out before dragging you out of the coffee shop.

Oddly enough, you'd think him aggressively yelling would depict his frustration more. Only, in this case, his silence was deafening. He marched around Tokyo's streets as you delayed behind him, his hand refusing to let go of yours

"Katsuki! Hold on!" You just barely let out. "We are going home." He spoke bluntly. "Do you not have to be back to work in 20 minutes?" With a frustrated sigh escaping his parted lips, he came to a halt.

"Then can we hurry up and get home, y/n?" Facing you, he spoke in a beaten tone.

He squeezed your hand tighter in reassurance before resuming his stride, only this time walking at a more manageable pace for you to keep up.

"You know I hate it when those extras try and talk to you. It's my fault for leaving you alone." He avoided eye contact as he stared up ahead, his car coming into view.

"And I know it's not your fault that dumbasses like that approach you but it still frustrates me, you know. Like, at least if you're with me, the bare minimum I could do is make sure those jerks know their place."

You always knew he was protective over you, usually never hesitating to bark out at those who tried to approach you, yet this time was different. This time felt like he was fed up beyond recognition. A random stranger flirting with you interrupted the date you two had managed to arrange after weeks of not having any alone time.

"Please don't stress yourself over that, baby! I promise you don't have to worry. I don't want anyone but you." You reassured, encircling yourself around his arm. Pulling out his car keys, you heard the familiar chime of his car unlocking.

"I know. It's still gonna annoy me nonetheless, though. How fucking hard is it for them to understand that you're mine and not theirs?"

Swiftly, he lowered you into the car seat as you unhooked yourself from his arm. You waited as he rounded the car, taking his seat next to you. Dropping his head back, he let out another frustrated sigh.

You didn’t know how exactly to break this tension that was between you two. You clasped his hand before saying the only thing that you knew that Katsuki could never turn down.

"Then make sure they know I'm yours." you challenged with a slight grin on your face.

He raised a brow at you, doubtingly but regardless, you could see him try and contain the smile that was growing in his face.

"Do you really want to challenge me to that?" His face lit up as he tilted it towards you.

"You have 15 minutes before you have to be back at work. Do your best-" But before you could fully complete your sentence, his lips had already fallen on yours. This wasn’t exactly the way you expected him to accept your challenge. But how could you deny him?

"I'll make sure everyone knows who you fucking belong to, darling." His breath trickled down your neck as he nibbled at your ear, causing goosebumps to dance down your skin. Butterflies swarmed your stomach as you began to feel excited for what he would do next.

His silky lips glided against every inch of  exposed skin and his hands didn't hesitate to caress everything his lips couldn't reach.  Lightly, he raised his head once more, his darkened crimson eyes peering at you with his signature stare. Gaze dipping lower down your face, he studied your lips, glazed in his previous embrace.

His plump mouth reconnected with yours, gently melting against you. The taste of caramel dripping from his tongue as it swiped your bottom lip. You savored every taste of him, granting him access. Delicate yet rough, he readily explored your mouth. Whirling his tongue around yours, before pulling away to tug at your lip. From gently pecks, to deep french kisses, he kept you guessing every time he leaned back in. And he continued to devour you, breathlessly pressing further into you as he only ventured you further. His hands crawling up your shirt, kneading your waist as he drove his chest towards yours. There was no space left between you two. The thrashing of his heart more noticeable than ever, you felt the adrenaline that ran around his body similarly to your own. Breathless, he parted from you. His cheeks scattered in a pink shimmer as his chest rose up and down as he panted for air.

"Hope on" He motioned to his lap.

And you did just that, throwing one leg over and repositioning yourself to rest above him.

His hands resumed their adventure, leisurely inching up your thighs as his thumbs rubbed in circles. Higher and higher Katsuki's hands reached, and you grew more feverish by the moment. Eyes fluttering to his lips and next down his body, you felt the pit of your stomach lust in anticipation and nervousness.

"Don't tease me now! You know we don't have time" You whined, rocking yourself against him before leaning in to meet his lips. But, he yanked away.

"Say please" He tipped his head, a taunting grin plastered across his face. You couldn't help but feel yourself get warm at his words, a drop of embarrassment streaming through you.

"P-please" You somewhat stammered, but Bakugou adhered to his word, cupping your face and drawing you back towards himself.

His hands slipped up your back, chilly fingers hovering just above your skin as they traced up and down the ridges of your spine. But these more satiny touches soon turned desperate once more. You were met by the clawing of his nails against your back. Down, his lips crept to your neck where he resumed his caresses. Gentle squirms and cries hung from your lips as you felt every lick his cushiony tongue made, every moment his teeth immersed into your skin, and every kiss he settled thereafter. There was no doubt he had left marks and it excited your body all over as you heaved for air. Tugging yourself to him, he bucked his hips up causing a groan to leave him, his breath lingering softly as it cascaded across the back of your neck. The feeling of his hardened cock leaving you craving for more.

But before you continue your endeavor, the sound of an alarm broke you from one another. Bakugou reached for his phone before being greeted with the message he wanted to see the least right now.

'work starts in 3 minutes'

This only meant you'd have to continue what you two had started after work, which only riled you two on more.

“I’ll finish you off at home. Got it?”