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xxwelxx · 4 months ago

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I’m finally reading Blacklight Lens Flare 😁 spoilers ofc

Live thoughts (and childhood experiences yaay) :3 I’m writing as I go !!! This is very long btw

I’m so happy they get to explore a movie setting, I love movie settings I’m giggling and kicking my feet over here (I used to be interested in becoming a movie director when I was younger :,D it makes me happy to see my fav unit so passionate abt smth like this too)

Having to retake a whole scene bcz of a bug is so funny, I think I would lose my mind if an extra did that but I’ve never worked with extras so I wouldn’t know :p (but I can assume that it’d be a bit of a pain)

Also my experiences in directing movies was all done as a child, I would get my friends and cousins excited to act in a movie and we’d film every scene right after the other with a script we make up as we go. So them talking about doing scenes out of order makes me rly wish I got to partake in a scripted film. Ofc I am eternally grateful for all the people who actually went along with what I was envisioning. Even if it was rly frustrating at times, we were all children and I knew this.

WAAHHHH THEYRE SO LUCKY BEING ABLE TO LEARN ON A LEGIT MOVIE SET 🥀🥀🥀fictional characters ur so lucky…

They mentioned The Best Film Wrap too oh wow that even story made me so so happy for Nene, (spoilers for that ahead) I was a little salty that the seniors won… as they always do… even if they don’t deserve it… (ig those guys deserved it but I’m mad at schools around the world prioritizing seniors always sigh) but hey at least someone saw their hard work and effort. I’m very biased coz I was only aware of what nene’s class did but she should’ve won 1st place just saying 😪😪 at least 3rd :(, I’m head canoning that the mystery judge told the other judges who their pick was and then the judges didn’t even include them in their own judgements…

LMAO intense director

Very intense director goddamn 😭😭

Omg Rui’s talking about lighting, a subject a lot of directors these days are too afraid of 😋😋 WHATT WHO SAID LOLLL the wind is soo loud today hahaha whattt (istg if they don’t start lighting up these sets so I can see idk what I’m gonna do)

HIS FACE IS SO SERIOUS PLSS

YAAYY differences between theatrical and and film perspectives I am eating this event uppp oh wow. This event means sm to me

Rui talking abt film directing this is like everything I could’ve wanted I’m gonna sob on the floor

He’s so lucky… fictional character u r so lucky…

Sickening sickening

“Everything” intense director #2 LMAO

Omg rui’s not like other actors, these guys r so funny relax a bit

Mr fictional character u r so.. so.. lucky….

RIN 😭😭

He’s missing lunches…. Not even like a nutrition bar or smth? This intensity is so unhealthy I hope they eventually address it goodness gracious, and not just for rui either.

Hajime leaving the way a cat does so it doesn’t leave you with grief of its death wow wow. I haven’t talked abt the movie being filmed itself coz there wasn’t much to say, but this seems like a nice movie.

Woah the voice acting in this alone is so raw and quiet, I’m having trouble figuring out the potential framing of a scene like this esp in a loud environment like an airport. I feel like there would be a lot of distractions they can add to enhance a scene like this but that’s just my thoughts on an x + y = 7 equation if that makes sense. This was so random if I were to actually direct a scene like this I wouldn’t be surprised if everything I said was irrelevant to a final product. Still tho I can’t rly imagine what they’re going for off of only the voice acting and explanation.

Omg being able to portray something wrong on purpose is so difficult, even thru voice acting I legit said “WOAAHHH” out loud n 3 seconds later it’s mentioned everyone felt smth was off LMAO so I’m glad to see I wasn’t just being super nitpicky and it was intentional. This happens to me A LOTT any movie or story that has a plot twist character always has that character so oddly played and it makes me feel like the writers, actors or directors don’t care abt those characters. Then a reveal happens and I realize it’s on purpose. The only problem I have with noticing that is the fact that it unimmerses me from the universe they try to build and it makes me criticize these people in my head throughout the duration of the medium. I think that’s not smth they should be striving for, this is a very difficult thing to pull off n I’m just a freak for directing so I notice it a lot more. Maybe a casual viewer wouldn’t lose immersion for smth like that. Idk u guys tell me if u experience anything like this as well.

If they’re able to still have adequate foreshadowing that doesn’t make me question the director’s intentions over a character’s, I think they did a good job. Otherwise I’m just sat there flaming a director I don’t know for an hour+ lmao. It makes me feel a little better for the character but again it’s just smth was still wrong, whether it was me or them idk..

AHEM anyways back to the story, this director makes everyone so nervous I think he needs to relax a little for everyone’s sake. Ya he produces good results but u can get the same answer with multiple equations.

Okay this is amazing to see 😭😭 it was quiet on purpose and I wasn’t just imagining things, I bet he’s not used to how quiet he actually has to be for a movie vs theater

I love being correct sometimes

Did they not rehearse this scene at all?? A climax scene?? No rehearsing b4 booking a set to not waste time?????? okay :3 I’ll believe it

This director is so silly.. plz take care of ur crew man..

Before I read the rest of this, I wanna see if I can figure out what the problem will be. The part where he mentions “I bet that’s not even your real name” was said with too much disbelief rather than with the anger it deserves. It still feels like a string of lines that can and should be said quietly, but they should also be said quietly with the right emotions. He ramped it up right before they cut but I feel like the part he ramped up to should have been the energy he used to ramp up to something more. That’s my prediction, I’ll tell u how close I am when I get there :3

BROOO THESE PEOPLE NEED TO EAT 😭😭💀 THEYRE OVER HERE WONDERING WHY THEY CANT PLACE THEIR FINGER ON WHAT’S WRONG AND THEY’RE NOT GIVING THEIR BODIES THE SUSTENANCE IT NEEDS TO EVEN THINK don’t piss me off bro…

Bro. Bro they’re rly pissing me off bro 😭😭 BRO EAT EAT SOMETHING EAT STARVING WONT HELP U THINK

UR ALLOWD TO THINK WHILE EATING LIKE ITS NOT THAT HARD PLEASE I’m so angry man..

Editing the footage of sloppy acting is definitely one choice but honestly I think they need to address the root of the issue which I believe to be the acting itself. Also I think they need to eat smth before they get even dumber.

Oh lol literally the next line was saying essentially what I did (minus the eating part coz they’re stupid)

WOAH WHO’S THIS

Inchresting, changing a scene to suit an actor more, now that’s something I’m used to, I didn’t think it’d be the answer tho. Since we were all children and we had no script, I had adapt and compromise EVERY SINGLE SCENE to make sure it was still fun for everyone in the end. Except for my first attempt with my youngest cousin, I think her siblings got rly mad at her when she was messing things up. It was literally the final stretch of the movie tho so I think we were just desperate to get it done. WAIT NO I REMEMBER WHY SHE GOT MAD. It was the first part of a “horror” movie coz they eventually had to leave, and she got mad that she was killed off 😭😭. Wow the memories of that movie, I actually learned so much from it and still hold onto principles that made themselves known to me when I first filmed that. It was utter garbage looking back at it now but it’s still near and dear to my heart. After that I forced more of my cousins and friends to film “movies” with me, I didn’t act in most of them but I hope I made it as fun for them as they did for me. I remember also editing one of them.

WOAHH INTENSE DIRECTOR RELAAAAXX

HE WATCHED ALL OF REKI’S WORK IN LESS THAN A DAY ARE U OKAY MAN BRO I SWEAR IF U EAT SOMETHING YOU WONT HAVE TO THINK THIS HARD MAN PLEASE JUST EAT AN ORANGE OR SMTH did he even have breakfast? Tell me why I don’t think he did.

HE DIDN’T EVEN SLEEEEPPP AND YOU EXPECT TO THINK. Strike me down with lightning if I’m ever this stupid bro. I get it I’m also an insomniac but not getting energy from food AND sleep is a recipe for disaster this is horrible. U can’t skip both skipping both is so beyond bad.

Finally he’s getting fed, ur so right emu, tell him.

Oh thank goodness he realizes he needs it.

Wow would u look at that, food was the answer in more ways than one 💀

DID HE STILL NOT EAT BRO BRO ISTG

The script sucks so I was wrong :3 omg it was a novel??? Idk if I was distracted or they hadn’t mentioned it til now but still, if it worked in the novel there’s a way to make the impact of it work in film so maybe I’m not completely wrong and what I said is true.

These directors r so deprived of food I feel like I’m listening to internet explorer speaking to itself abt what to do.

Intense director is a freak..

THERE’S THE ANGERRR RAAHHHH thank goodness, they completely removed the problem part and lent its anger to the beginning yaayyy also the way they were trying to shoe horn book words instead of portraying it was a little funny I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was a novel 😭😭 esp if the co-star had no significant impact from those words alone it was so unnecessary to keep in that’s rly funny 💀💀 im so so sorry. Maybe they should eat next time and avoid oversights like this

I wasn’t completely correct but I still feel like a winner 😋

Dang directing is so fun, I wish I was able to do it more often.

FICTIONAL. CHARACTER. YOU ARE SO. LUCKY.

This npc is so funny

Dang cant wait for that event.

Anyways those r my thoughts 😋😋 definitely my favorite event story and just event in general. Still very mad at them never addressed the food thing.. like………. Likeeee……… but wtv ig.. these stories rly make me wish I continued my path towards directing or acting or anything. Rn I can’t but I hope one day I can find that path again.

Thx for reading :3c

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russeliarat · 2 years ago

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What are your age headcanons for the LU gang?

Hey Tempest! Welcome to whatever's going on with me and my wonderful group of askers. I'm gonna go in age order, because it makes it very much easier to list for me lol.

Time is in his mid 30s, 36 years old max. I saw a piece of concept art for Malon listing her as in her 30s, so I took the same direction for Time.

Warriors is about 26-27. He's still carrying his war trauma and all that but it wasn't like it happened years and years ago. It's been a couple years and he's still learning to recover.

Twilight is 24. Its mainly because he's kept his Link swag since he was 17 and I still can't fathom why, but he also gives me the vibe of a 24 year old fun uncle kinda man.

Sky is 19, he's fresh out of education so he's now finished his senior year (which he hadn't in SkSw, that's a mistake I've seen a lot of people make) and kinda doesn't know what he wants to do in life other than be a knight.

Legend is about 17. He's the one of oldest of the teens coz he's been through so many adventures over the years, gives off the feeling that he's younger than he should be though. Lots of people prob thought he was 19-early 20s.

Wild is one of the few to have their ages confirmed, being 117, technically 17. So I'm not fighting Jojo on that one lol I agree actually.

Four is 16, idk he gives me 16 year old vibes fsr. Just a real buff, somewhat emotionally suppressed 16 year old. Also totally not because I project onto him the most.

Hyrule is 15, he's one of the younger ones. Really, I couldn't confidently say hes 16 when I first decided these headcanons prior to the two most recent arcs, but he's kind of teetering the line now. We'll put a question mark on him being 15 for now.

Wind, being another to have his age revealed, is 14! Fits him honestly, 14 year olds are both really stupid and smart at the same time, and quite capable and independent while still being told they're a child.

#ask russ #ngl its a little strange i've never revealed this before #it was fun ngl

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taiblogcomics · 2 years ago

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Locket, Stock, and Barrel

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

Here's the cover:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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wuucchoo · 6 months ago

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yoo omg you get him, you truly get him im gonna cry (つ╥﹏╥)つ. i hate how rational readers are being driven off from the fandom coz of this stupid agendakaisen - but leaving the fandom and just enjoying the manga by yourself is the best thing to do for your mental health lmao and with the amount of people whining and crying about how megumi should just 'lock in'.. like my god do they hear themselves. if megumi just 'locks in' like that sukuna would look like a dumbass clown, going through all that effort for nothing. i have some gripes about how the story is going, but megumi not standing up immediately after yuji appeared in front of him without saying a single word is the one thing that makes the most sense in that manga. if thats all it took to help megumi (yuji just standing in front of him like that) - then that means nothing sukuna did mattered.

and yes, it does seem like it stems from some kinda toxic masculinity bs - i never really thought about it that way until now. coz these people wants megumi to act a certain way which goes against his entire characterization, just because they want him to 'just fight already'. he needs to have another reason to fight, and it could be to save his friends, his classmates, the entire planet earth, but most importantly himself - but he has to have a proper internalization first. just like how yuji needed a reason to keep moving forward after shibuya, megumi needs one as well rn. and that wont happen just like that. also if megumi keeps winning fights i wouldnt like him at all, that would be boring af. imagine him winning against the freshly reincarnated sukuna in the first ep, or against hanami, or against toji?? the fights they were all clowning him for losing were all against enemies that was only ever defeated by gojo himself (except sukuna of course ( • ᴖ • ｡)). so aside from him having insecurity problems, he was up against beasts above his league with no assist (except for hanami, coz maki was there with him and they both lost. and then todo and yuji tagteamed hanami but hanami only ran away because gojo threw a purple in her direction). and im just done with people saying he 'lost' to haruta. like my god, its like we are reading different stories. haruta happened to be there when megumi was already a thread away from death. we can literally read him saying his priority was to go to shoko coz not only was he suffering from physical injuries, his brain needs a reset after he did that domain to save nanami, maki and naobito. like, my boy was already dying before haruta even sucker punched him (╥﹏╥)

sorry for the long rant again but this misunderstanding of megumi's character is getting so out of hand, i dont see rational takes about him often ಥ‿ಥ

((also yes it is fictional and shouldnt be taken so seriously lmao. but it does reflect how a lot of people view mental health in general with how they're expecting certain characters to act during adversities.))

JJK’s god forsaken fandom has done lots of characters dirty. Whether it be downplaying Nobara’s backstory, some calling Maki a “Toji copy,” you get it. However literally no other JJK character has been done as dirty or bad in the fandom than Megumi:

His trauma and his damn FATHER leaving him gets downplayed by the fandom, saying how “he said he didn’t care.”

He gets called bland, yet if his insecurities are explored along with his inferiority complex it either gets ignored or he STILL gets slandered.

When he is appreciated he either gets sexualized or watered down to his long eyelashes.

Good fights that show his INCREDIBLE smartness along with fighting the curse, Reggie, Kirara, etc get ignored or get credibility taken away.

The scene where he literally gets Yuji back up at the campfire is ALSO ignored. (Without Megumi or Todo Itadori would’ve given up. It’s no debate.)

Gets sexism from toxic masculine wannabe “alpha” boys who are butthurt he isn’t your typical “cool powerful badass.”

(MANGA SPOILERS) His body when taken over by Sukuna gets touched inappropriately by Yorozu, which can practically count as SA. However literally NOBODY notices this.

His dynamic with Tsumiki and how much he cares for her is undermined.

Literally almost all scenes that show his mind and depth gets undermined.

Some people say his backstory “wasn’t that bad” just because he had Gojo take him in. ☠️

He gets victim blamed for what happened with Sukuna in the manga.

(MANGA SPOILERS) He gets blamed for being depressed and giving up when his LITERAL REASON for becoming a Jujutsu sorcerer and living is gone, along with his body being used to kill his own mentor and taking billions of hits.

There’s literally so much more but I’ll stop there. The way Megumi aka a literal TEENAGER is treated in this god awful fandom is actually so disgusting, and reeks of major apologism along with victim blaming. It’s sad because Megumi is easily VERY well written and complex. He just had to be in this illiterate fandom. Seriously, f this fandom. 😭

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matan4il · 3 years ago

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I dont think anyone is saying anything bad about Chim. I totally get the original poster though. I think its more of a shippers perspective for us because we are still left with so much speculation over here you know. And from the beginning they Madney and Buddie parallels have been insane. Yet Buddie isnthe only non canon couple yet get so many beyond couple moments. Not sure if that makes sense??

Hopefully one day after the show ends they answer questions on how they framed things or directions they took. I for one would love to know how Ryan was directed. Because the subtle jealousy and sbark is there with Taylor you know. He definitely never served sexual or romantic tension with Anna that he had with Shannon. So as one of the believers that thinks this was how they always planned it I'd love to know one day how it went down.

But here's to Madney getting back together!@ We all love them, we just like to dig deep.

Also a shout out to Buck literally vibrating with excitement when he saw Maddie❤❤

Hi Nonnie, thank you for this ask!

Yep, I’m def with you, the Madney/Buddie parallels have been LOUD since the moment the show introduced Maddie to Chim and Eddie to Buck at roughly the same time, with the Madney introduction actually intertwined with a Buddie canon wink that confirmed Buck thinks Eddie is cute... I still shake my head in disbelief sometimes.

It makes perfect sense! I think Buddie really do get incredibly couple-y moments, they’re certainly the only non-romantic couple on 911 OG to get that, and in fact they have been shown as more of a couple than probably most canon couples, because so many TV canon couples sort of rely on the ease with which audience accept that simplistic type of love story telling, where a show settles for “he’s a guy, she’s a girl, they smiled awkwardly at each other for 10 seconds, they’re clearly headed for romance.”

I agree with you, the vibe of “I don’t really like this girl, but I can’t say anything, ‘coz my bestie likes her, and I’m too oblivious to connect the dots and figure out that it keeps happening with both Abby and Taylor ‘coz it’s Buck that I like” is very much there. IDK if they got explicit directions to act like they’re falling in love from the get go, it could be something that was influenced at first by their awesome rl chemistry of which we used to see more evidence in past behind the scenes material, but either way, I do think from at least a certain point on, they intentionally leaned into it, because they know how much Buddie matter. But then I think about the way Eddie was introduced to us through Buck’s eyes with the shirt off and while “Whatta Man” plays in the background, and... Yes, I would also very much wanna hear what the directions were for everything in the first 4 eps, 'coz those absolutely felt like the first chapters of an epic love story.

I’m also very much with you on waiting for Madney to get back together, I just know it’s gonna be so lovely! And Buck vibrating out of his skin with joy to see his sis back was absolutely perfect.

Thank you again for this and I hope you have a great day! xoxox

(I got an influx of asks, I WILL answer all of them, but it might take a sec. If anyone wants to check whether I've already answered theirs or to read my replies, here's my ask tag. Thank you! xoxox)

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doublerainebow · 3 years ago

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Hi hi Waine (yes am texting while driving but its traffic as fuck coz you know PH) do you have any HCs for Bakugo when he's falling in love with someone? Thanks love you mwa mwa and yes I will be careful in driving hahahaha 💜💜🤣🤣

The amount of UnU I got reading this first part >< jfc. Don't text and drive, even in heavy traffic asdfghjkl you're never going to know what's gonna happen

Nnnnnnngh >< love you too ><

Bakugou Falling In Love

Bakugou Katsuki

I see Katsuki as the type to... not understand that he's in love (doesn't matter if he's still a high school student or an established pro-hero), especially initially and if it's the first time he's felt that way for someone. Yeah, he's seen love and understands the textbook meaning of "love," but to actually be in love? Lol, no. He probably won't even understand until it's too late and Kirishima or Kaminari point it out to him.

It'll be subtle, how he falls in love. He'll still be his tsun-self, but (if you can notice it at least asdfghjkl) his expression will be softer around you and his voice just a bit softer when talking to you and addressing you. He'll also do little gestures like make your favorite food or drink exactly the way you like it, pay attention to what drinks you like to get from a cafe or milk tea spot. And for how dense Katsuki is in love, he's also really frigging sharp and observant, so he'll pick up a lot of facial and gestural cues from you on how you're feeling, even tonal inflection. Happy, sad, scared, angry, he'll notice it all.

While it'll take him a long while to finally understand that he's in love (and even then, he'll still has to process that he's in love), he'll do his best to gain your attention and affection because he's Bakugou frigging Katsuki, and he gets what he wants. Of course, he won't force you to like him if you don't, he still has some decency, but he won't be happy about it either. High school Katsuki might be immature about it and be more prone to getting ticked off, but established pro-hero Katsuki will back off (and maybe try again from a different direction lmao).

All in all, it'll be a slow burn while Katsuki is figuring out that he's falling in love, but once he realizes it, he'll do his best to sweep you away at all costs.

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siwym-archive · 3 years ago

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Reki!ghost au

Reki is a ghost of a skatepark in okinawa

Langa moves there just like in the series and often goes by the skatepark on his way to and from school

he often looks what happening in the skatepark and sees plenty of people skateboarding and having fun

however every time there's this one boy who gets the most of his attention, it's Reki of course

Reki also is aware of Langa staring at him every time so one time he tells him that he can teach Langa skateboarding

After a few minutes of Reki convincing him Langa agrees

since then they spend every day in this skatepark

they talk, they skateboard, they laugh

After some time Langa develops a crush on Reki, the boy who is always in the skatepark, who always laughs, and who is what makes even the worst days good ones

Langa wanting to impress Reki goes to the skapark at night to practice some new tricks, but of course Reki is there

he's sitting on the top of the ramp staring at the starry sky

Langa sits beside him and they stare at the sky together for a while and Langa asks why is Reki here at this hour

Reki just says that he can't really leave this place

Langa asks him why, it's not like it's closed or anything

Reki laughs at him and says that it's not it, he can't leave coz he's bound with this place, you know, like ghosts are, coz he's a ghost

and Langa's just like hehe good joke, and he looks at Reki and realizes it's not a joke and Reki is serious

they talk about it and Reki explains everything to Langa and then they just skate, just being happy they're spending time together

After that Langa a still comes there every day to skate and meet reki

one time is different tho since the skatepark is closed and at the entrance there's a sign "under construction"

turns out they're demolishing the skatepark to build some store or sth

but the only thing Langa can think of is what's going to happen to Reki then

he goes in despite the warnings and looks for Reki, only to find him sitting by the ramp, alone, his knees pressed to his chest, he's not crying, tho he looks very sad and tired

Langa sits beside him and hugs him, they spend some time like this, and then Langa asks what's gonna happen to Reki

Reki doesn't know, he's afraid he's gonna disappear just like the skatepark will, and thets when he starts crying

they sit like this til late at night, since the construction didn't start yet, but then Reki says that Langa should go, it's already late

Langa protests coz what if its the last time they see each other, and before he can say any more, he can feel Reki pressing his lips against Langa's

After that Reki says that then Langa should remeber Reki for all the happy and good moments and not the end

they kiss one last time and Langa leaves

he can't sleep the whole night and in the morning immediately when it's ok to leave for school he sprints in the direction of the skatepark

only to find that it's been demolished already

he looks for Reki, he screams his name to the point where construction workers have to take him away

there's no sign of Reki

Langa does the same for the few next days until it downs on him that it's true, Reki is gone

many years passed and even tho there's no sign of skatepark anymore Langa still comes there sometimes

he talks, seems like he talks to himself but in reality he's trying to reach Reki

he tells him about his day, about new people he met, his friends, what his dog broke again

he never forgot about Reki, and he hopes that wherever Reki is, he haven't forgotten about Langa either

#damn this turned out long...#Well anyway #here have some angst #can you call it that?#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #renga

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nicekillchanceballs · 3 years ago

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Taste.

Genre: Smut Contains: NSFW (minors dni) exhibitionism, oral sex (male receiving) Synopsis: You are in dire need of a hook-up after being swamped with work all week. You opened your Tinder and miraculously matched with Osamu. Word Count: ~1.9k A/N: Took me so long to post again because I was swamped with school works. I apologize for another porn without plot eyyy. (check out the master list here !!). -- quokka 😆

You were in dire need of a hook-up after being swamped with work all week. You opened your Tinder and the first profile that popped up was Miya Osamu, the hot owner of Onigiri Miya, whom you had been secretly lusting on ever since you moved into the area a few months ago. You're not quite sure if it was the onigiri or the cook that made you come back to the restaurant every day, but you had been a regular ever since. With the way Osamu flushed every time you gave him flirty remarks whenever you passed by his restaurant (“this tamago onigiri’s really good, it makes me wanna kiss the cook”), you had good reason to believe your feelings were mutual.

The notification on your phone which flashed “It’s A Match!” confirmed your suspicion.

All the times you had secretly peeked on Osamu’s biceps while he prepared your usual order flashed in your mind and you were suddenly charged with a powerful determination to have the man fall apart with pleasure from you tonight.

A ping! from your phone pulled you out of your lustful thoughts.

Osamu had messaged you.

But thirty minutes had already passed and there was still no sign of Osamu. The delicious knot in your stomach when you pictured Osamu in your fantasy earlier was now slowly fading away. You were starting to get conscious of the judging looks of a few passersby. They were probably wondering why you were standing alone in the dark, at 11 o'clock in the evening, in a deserted parking lot across Onigiri Miya. You wished you had a better reason for them other than "coz I’m motherfucking horny” but… eh.

You were starting to think he stood you up when you saw someone entered the parking lot. It was quite dark but you could easily make out Osamu's pretty face underneath the hood of his cap.

"What took you so long?" You greeted from the shadows, making him jump.

"Hm?" He replied while reluctantly making his way towards you.

"I've been waiting for you."

"Really?” Osamu replied with a quizzical look. “You're the new girl from the apartment across, right?"

"Yes. I’m your hook-up for tonight."

He smirked. "Ooh. You’re very direct, I love that."

"I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I moved here," you purred while pulling him towards you through his jacket. “So, you said you wanna do it here in this parking lot?”

"Oh, hell yeah I'd love that," he replied with unexpected enthusiasm. He hurriedly popped a mint into his mouth and let you lead him to a more secluded area.

Once free from the unwelcomed eyes of passersby, he immediately captured your mouth into his while pinning your back on the concrete wall. You pulled his cap off and raked your nails through his hair. His tongue traced your lower lip, asking for entry, which you eagerly granted, and the taste of fresh mint overwhelmed you at once. You passed the candy through each other’s mouths until it finally melted between your tongues.

You grabbed his hand and planted it on your chest, letting him palm your hardened nipples through the cloth of your pullover. He slipped a hand underneath your sweater and heard him hum in satisfaction once he confirmed that you were not wearing anything underneath. You miserably failed to swallow your moans as his fingers played on your already sensitive nipple. You worried someone might hear you but the thrill of getting caught only turned you on even more.

He hitched your sweater up, commanding you to bite its lower hem to allow him easier access to your breasts. He nibbled on one of your nipples while his fingers teased the other. Your teeth tightly clenched on the cloth of your sweater, desperately but miserably failing to muffle your whimpers.

He stood straight once again and planted a trail of wet kisses on your neck. “Try to keep your voice down, puppy,” he murmured while plunging a hand inside your shorts. “Mmm. You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” He taunted upon feeling your drenched panties.

“Oh god – yes, fuck” you cried out as he slipped a hand inside your underwear, his fingers swiftly finding your throbbing clit.

“Not bothering to shut up now, are we?” He panted against your ears, “you really wanna get caught don’t ya?” His fingers became more vigorous against your mound while his mouth continually explored the crevices of your neck.

You clasped a hand over your mouth, successfully stifling your cries. But Osamu suddenly sucked a hickey on your neck and you once again failed to bit back a moan. Your voice echoed into the deserted parking lot. You were worried someone might have heard you but was snuffed out of your thoughts when Osamu suddenly turned you around and pinned your front against the wall. You felt him thrust his hips against yours, his erection rubbing on your ass. He snuck a hand back to your clit while the other rubbed through your bare nipple. “Oh fuck – mmm” you whined before you could even stop yourself.

He planted another hickey on your neck. You bit the flesh of your own hand, successfully preventing a moan from escaping you.

“Good job, puppy,” he whispered before giving your nipple a pinch. The sudden sensation made you send out another moan into the night. He was certainly enjoying seeing you struggle to shut yourself up while he tortured you with pleasure, eager to see just how far you could go.

His strokes on your clit turned more vigorous, turning you into a whimpering mess, not even bothering now to keep your voice down, “fuck, fuck – ah, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop – fuck!” Your knees almost gave out as he finally drove you into a splintering orgasm. You let yourself collapse on the wall in front of you.

You turned around and put your arms around his neck. You let your foreheads lean against each other, your pants misting your lips.

“Now, let’s see how loud you can be,” you purred while stroking his erection through his jeans.

He buried his head on your shoulders, his breath tickling your neck. You fumbled on the button of his pants and massaged his dick through his boxers. He sucked on the thin skin of your neck to muffle his groans. You freed his erection and started stroking him slowly, determined to drive him into an absolute mess. “Shit,” he hissed into your ear, “I wanna fuck your mouth so bad.”

“Mmm, yeah?” You mewled while continuing to stimulate his cock painfully slow.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “I’ve always wanted to have my cock sucked by those lips,” he panted while rutting his hips into your hand.

Unable to resist his pleas, you kneeled in front of him and gave his head a tentative suck. “Mmngh. Fuck,” he groaned. He leaned a forearm against the wall in front of him while his other hand rested on the back of your head. You put a hand on his base and started exploring his cock with your tongue, eliciting more grunts from him. You slowly took his length into your mouth until the tip reached the back of your throat, making you gag. “Jesus,” he moaned, not even bothering to muffle his voice. He ran his thumb on your lower lip as you took out his entire member, “make me feel good, yeah?” he purred, to which you once again readily obliged.

You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on the parts of his dick that you could fit into your mouth while your hand stroked the parts that couldn’t. He thrust his hips against your mouth, hissing as he felt your fingers brush against his balls. His tiny groans of mmm fuck, so good, made you want to please him even more. You bobbed your head as you took more and more of him, gradually upping the pace that you’re pumping him. “Fuck – yes, there, just like that.” You gently rubbed your fingers again through his balls and felt him ram his dick into your throat, making you forcefully gag.

“Ugh fuck. Sorry. Are you alright?” He asked, trying to look at the reaction on your face but failing to do so because of how dark it was.

You didn’t bother to reply. You ignored the tears that streamed down your cheeks and wrapped your lips around his cock once more. He threw his head back and gave out a loud groan when you started sucking him deeply, his cock occasionally reaching the back of your throat. “Oh god, please I wanna fill your throat with my cum,” he mumbled as he rolled his hips against you, both of his hands tightly grabbing on your hair. Your jaw was starting to ache and more tears threatened to spill from your eyes but a sliver of light illuminated Osamu’s face, and the look of utter ecstasy on it only made you want to let him fuck your mouth even harder.

“I’m close –fuck!” He let out a deep groan as he jolted multiple times into your mouth. Your hands clutched the sides of his thighs, determined to swallow every bit of his cum.

“Fuck. Felt so good, pup,” he panted.

“Hey,” you panted, looking up at him, “me too.”

“What?” He breathed.

“I’ve always wanted to have you cum down my throat, too.”

You and Osamu decided to continue your hook-up in your apartment. As much as you both enjoyed going down on him in public, you both agreed that you could fuck each other more properly in the privacy of your own room.

He let you step out of the dark first since the cap he was wearing got lost while you were both making out earlier. “My brother’s gonna kill me if I lost it,” you heard him mumble while fumbling in the dark.

You were halfway across the parking lot when someone suddenly called you from ahead.

“Hey! I’m so sorry, I’m not usually this late but something urgent happened in the restaurant. I kept on calling you but you weren’t answering your phone.”

A barrage of questions flooded your brain as you watched a second Osamu, his brown hair bouncing, as he jogged towards you.

You quickly looked back and saw another Osamu, emerging from the shadows, twirling a cap around his finger. Only, this Osamu had blond wavy hair.

“Atsumu?! What are you doing here?” Exclaimed the brown-haired Osamu at the blond Osamu.

“What are you doing here?” Atsumu shouted back.

“I’m meeting with her,” Osamu replied while planting himself beside you.

Atsumu’s eyes shifted quickly between you and Osamu, a few seconds passed before realization dawned on him. “Oh god!” He cried out, “I swear, ‘Samu! I had no idea! I thought she just really likes me and uses weird pick-up lines to – ”

“What the fuck did you do, ‘Tsumu?!” Osamu replied, rage building up in his voice.

“Oh my god,” you smacked a hand to your head as realization also finally dawned on you, “I sucked off the wrong twin, didn’t I?”

“Oh no, honey, you didn’t,” Atsumu smirked, “you sucked off the better twin.”

Check out Five Senses Series here. Requests are open for hcs and drabbles! :D

#haikyuu osamu #osamu x y/n #osamu smut #osamu fic #atsumu x female reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #haikyuu reader insert #haikyuu smut #haikyuu fanfiction

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logicheartsoul · 3 years ago

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So I was talking to a friend of mine earlier and was reminded how a few situations in my life could make for the start of a hallmark movie premise. And then I thought, what if this but sambucky. So, I guess another romcom au idea is to be had.

Sam’s neighbor is moving out, someone he’s known a long time: a family friend who had siblings around his and Sarah’s age and gone to school with. The house goes on sale. A few days, or make a week or so later after being sold, he notices there’s construction going on. The construction lasts for awhile, and thew crew is one he’s familiar with -- in fact, he had worked for them for a short time while he was in high school.

Anyhow, every now and again, he sees the changes to the house -- new coat of paint (and the house is a different color than before), the house has a new roof, etc.

One day, the construction stops, and all seems quiet. He wonders if the house will go on sale again or if it’ll be rented out or what. He’s contemplating maybe buying the house if that’s the offer. He knows the house has nice bones, having spent time in it as a kid. He knows the construction crew does good work, it would be a worthy investment. As much as he loves Sarah and the boys, he doesn’t know if one day he’ll end up moving out again or meeting someone new.

Looks up the listing online and it seems it’s being rented out. The inside looks quite nice. A shame he can’t buy it but maybe it’s for the best.

Not long after one day taking his daily runs, he sees a car in the driveway.

A new neighbor after all.

Continues his run, nothing out of the ordinary.

On his way back, he sees the door open as he runs past, not caring to look, he’s tired and he’s ready to take a shower. But a voice stops him.

The person is stooped over, trying to pick something up from the ground, cursing really loudly. A jangle of keys clang in the grasp; Sam finds himself staring into a pair of intense blue eyes.

The person, a man, stands up, not blinking.

Well, ain’t that awkward.

“Hi, uh, I’m your neighbor. I live in the blue house over there,” pointing his finger in its direction, “Was just going out on a run.”

The man gives an equally awkward half wave with his hand, two fingers down, three fingers up.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you around. Bye!”

I haven’t thought much further than that. Perhaps Sam sees him around town or maybe Bucky shows up at his door asking for help but being grumpy and awkward coz he doesn’t know anyone else around.

All I know is Bucky is there temporarily -- he lost his job, he moved because one of his sisters lives in NOLA but Bucky doesn’t want to live in a city, especially not after his accident. He just wants peace and quiet. Makes it clear his stay is temporary, just enough to figure out what he wants to do going forward, and unintentionally starts picking up his reading and writing habit again. Maybe starts a reading blog on top of writing speculative fiction. I dunno.

Sam trying not to fall for him because well, Bucky doesn’t intend on staying, does he? But the man could use a friend. He seems to have unknowingly befriended a few people in town, the bookstore/antique store owner, his face is semi-known at the coffee shop, etc.

Maybe Bucky gets a really lucrative job offer, one that would require him to move out, maybe go back to New York. But he’s enjoying his time in town, especially with Sam, even if the man annoys him with his laugh, his bright smile, those pretty eyes, the damn cheekbones and his dark skin gleams making him look like he glows when it’s sunny outside.

Any rate, cue the typical romcom beats. Does Bucky take the job or stay? Does Sam risk telling his feelings?

Or perhaps maybe the twist of fate is not Bucky leaving, but Sam -- an old buddy reaches out to him with an amazing opportunity. Once in a lifetime. Perhaps it, too, is short-term. He tells Bucky. They’re (reluctant) friends now. He’ll miss him.

Maybe, Sam goes, and when he comes back, Bucky is gone. Ok, he knew it was gonna happen, the man told him, himself.

The house sits empty.

This goes on, maybe a month or two.

Sam wonders if anyone else will rent it again.

He checks the listing, finds instead it’s been bought -- not for rent anymore. Heart dropping, thinking if it was for rent, perhaps maybe Bucky might come back some day. But no, he can’t pine for someone who’s gone, he needs to move on. Besides, he never told him how he felt, so there’s no freaking use trying to mope about it. You’re either late or on time. Too bad, Wilson, you’re late.

Tries to avoid the house or looking at it on his run, maybe he even changes his usual route to one of his alternates for a reason.

Until he accidentally runs into Bucky, maybe while going out doing errands and then grabbing some coffee and pastries for himself.

Part of him is glad, ecstatic, the other half thinking, is he staying? Where will he stay since the house is sold? Maybe he should take the chance and offer him room at the house, Sarah and the boys liked him, they wouldn’t mind.

“What are you doing here?”

Bucky is standing around waiting for his drink, there are a couple others before him. “What am I doing? Buying coffee? What do you think I was doing?”

Sam, clearing his throat. “I mean, when did you get into town?”

“Yesterday.”

He blinks. “Yesterday?”

“Yeah. You didn’t notice?”

How was he to know Bucky is in town? Also, he didn’t want to explain to him that he’s been avoiding his house. And Sam wincing internally because it’s not really Bucky’s house, is it? Even though the grey house is associated with him in his mind now.

The barista calls out Bucky’s name and it spurns Sam onto order. He pays, gets his wrapped up pastries, his drink comes out not too long after. Doesn’t expect Bucky to have waited for him outside.

“Is everything alright, Sam?”

He follows Sam to his car, parked a bit of a ways back.

“Uh, yeah, everything’s fine. Why?”

“So you really didn’t notice?”

He’s perching his drink and food on top of his car.

“Notice what?”

“My car? It’s been parked all day yesterday.”

His...car?

Sam must have said it out loud because Bucky shakes his head. “I bought the house, Sam.”

Oh, he--

Bucky’s the one who bought the house? He’s staying?

Perhaps while Sam was gone, one of those stories Bucky was madly writing (in secret, at least to Sam, he knows about his reading blog however) about got looked at, and a deal. Convinced the owners to sell to him. His deal was not only lucrative, but used his advance as a down payment. Maybe, Sam was even his muse.

Things falling into place: Sam figuring out what he wants in life, career wise, but also Bucky is back and staying. Sam having a chance to tell his feelings. Go out with the guy.

How the confession goes, I have no idea. But it’s cute, sweet, they do go out, they date, perhaps maybe Sam eventually moves in. So he gets the house too, in time, lol

And also the dedication in the book.

#sambucky #mcu #au #technically #my writing #i guess lol #i dunno if this romcom-y enough or even hallmark sweet cheese enough but lol #i'm sure also sam will end up meeting bucky's siblings who show up and sam for a second thinking they're a significant other until they #catch sight of sam and are like oh i'm bucky's sister nice to meet you somewhere before Sam leaves town lol #anyhow why is all the ideas i'm posting fluff i dunno coz i have a whole dearth of fic ideas that aren't fluffy too XD

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crazyyfilmyfreak · 3 years ago

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Okay Fellas i know no one really cares but i am a little too excited to shut up 😭 So here's my spoiler free Review of Morbius and if you don't want to waste your time reading about my thoughts and my experience you can skip all this and see the conclusion down near the post incase if you are thinking whether to watch or not 🤷🏻‍♂️

Anyways Morbius Actually Starts of really great and well , I really really enjoyed the first 15 mins of the movie a lot , i liked the direction and vision which was layed ahead of The film and to be honest the first half of the film is pretty decent if you ask me but then comes the evil idk what happened to the director and writers they ruined everything they built in the first half and screwed the second half of the film completely which was a little dissapointing to me 😭 But it isn't as Bad as The people on twitter and other social media platforms are painting it to be ? NO IT AIN'T THAT BAD !!! Is it a Masterpiece or a classic that defines cinema ??? FUCKING NOT , It is Mid at best and maybe an above mediocre content which had the potential to be great and epic but the director and writers couldn't see it 😭 still nevertheless I HAVE TO SUMC ISN'T PLAYING I MEAN SONY UNIVERSE OF MARVEL CHARACTERS ... DUH.... Morbius maynot be solid start but MORBIUS THE CHARACTER has a very bright future ahead If the right director touches this material its gonna become a cult , Morbius characterization was Great , Jared leto killed it as Morbius , he was so perfect to the Role and has done justice to the character , he didn't do anything extraordinary or out of the box but he was fine as hell and Matt Smith was Good too but they didn't use him properly in the film , All i gotta is say in the end i am really happy and i came out of the cinemas smiling because i saw one of my all time fav comic book character's Live action movie A SOLO LIVE ACTION MOVIE I THOUGHT WOULD NEVER BE MADE ON HIM , So that was nice ... The Ending was okay i guess but could have been better ? BUT THE MID CREDITS SCENES & POST CREDIT SCENES ARE MAD CRAZY , Adria arjona is hot as hell in the film that's all i could say for now on her character but SHE IS GOING TO HAVE A LOT OF FUN LATER IN THE RUN 👀 Again if you see the film you'd know what i mean 🤷🏻‍♂️

Just Like Venom The origin story of Morbius is quite different from his comics counterpart But The character is just same and infact i would even say that Jared leto's Morbius is much more human , empathic and a very Fun character ALSO THEY MADE HIM SO STRONG BRO LIKE A GOD IF YOU ASK ME💀 THE MCU'S TOM HOLLAND'S SPIDEY CAN NEVER WIN AGAINST HIM IN AN ONE-TO-ONE FAIR & SQUARE FIGHT IF YOU ASK ME HE'S THAT POWER-FUL 👀 even Raimi's Spidey cannot win against this Morbius 🤷🏻‍♂️ The Andrew's Spidey might win against him but he too would have to sweat a lot in the end , the only Spidey who would easily beat him is Tobey's Symbiote Spider-Man i can think of , i really hope they don't Tone Down Morbius's Powers in the future films tho just to make Spidey win 👀 i want a fair and Square old school battle so Yeah 👍🏻

The Film lacked sincerity , heart and soul imo but if the right director touches it MORBIUS IS GOING TO BE A BLOCKBUSTER MATERIAL ... I MEAN IF YOU SEE THE MOVIE YOU'D KNOW ITS POTENTIAL COZ OF THE SET-UP & ALL 👀

In Conclusion : Morbius is not for everyone so I'd not suggest it , if you are die hard fan of this comic book character like me which is very unlikely you have to watch it and if you love jared leto you will obviously watch it so i don't need to convince you or anything but if you are normal cbms / movies lover or you are having thoughts about watching it , I'D say do not go to Cinemas unless you just want to have some fun with your friends and watch a mediocre / Not so great movie on purpose 🤷🏻‍♂️ so there's that

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tsukishimashoyo · 4 years ago

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Wearing your boyfriend's past Jersey (intensional/unintentional)

Kuroo Tetsuro

You're all alone inside your's and Kuroo's bedroom while waiting for him to come home.

" I should take a shower now, it's already time Kuroo will come home" talking to yourself--grabbing what cholthes you grab on your closet.

* After taking a shower *

You heard a opening door on the front door and that only means that Kuroo is already come home. You go into the front door to greet him and give him a kiss.

" Welcome home Kuroo * kisses him *" you said.

" Yeah, and I love how you greeted me today y/n * bites his lips and looks at you up and down* " he sudectively said to you.

Well your outfit today is short shorts and his Nekoma Jersey that looks like its already a dress.

" Uhm--thanks I guess, come now and let's eat dinner " you said and turns your back at him.

He suddenly back hugs you--the time you turn your back at hm.

" Can I eat my dinner here?" he asked while kissing your nape.

" Hm~ Kuroo n-ot he-re" you hardly said because of Kuroo's doings.

" It's okay baby~ I'm hungry right now" he said licking your nape.

He insert his hand inside your tummy and making a circle.

" Ngh" you let a soft moan.

~And that where you and Kuroo enjoys dinner until dawn~

---END---

Sakusa Kiyoomi

This day is the day where you and Sakusa will clean the whole house, though its really clean coz' of Sakusa being a clean freak. You are cleaning the bedroom part. While cleaning you accidentally found the Itachiyama Jersey of your cleanfreak boyfriend.

" Hey baby can you come over here in the living room, help me here for a sec" you heard Sakusa call you from the living room.

" Yeah, wait a sec, I'm coming" you said wearing his Jersey because you really like his Jersey and you want to try it, but then when he calls, you already wore it and looking at the mirror.

* At the Living room *

" Bab-y, why are you wearing my Jersey?" he asked you, the time he saw you wearing his Jersey.

" Why don't you like it?" you said and pouted.

" I like it baby, but-" he slowly walks while talking.

You are still looking down when he approach you.

" But i think I'm gonna love it more if you take off that Jersey of mine" he said and slowly lifting the hem of the Jersey.

Your face is as red as tomato, and then tries to run away but he caught you by grabbing on your stomach--like backhugging you and holding your stomach.

" You can't escape me baby~" he whispers in your ears.

" U-Uhm Sakusa, w-we need to c-lean the hou-se" you stuttered.

" Yeah but first, let me clean you first" he said and carry you in a bridal style and goes to the bathroom.

" Scrub here and scrub there, oh I think it's a rub not scrub hahaha bye~*

---END---

Kageyama Tobio

You and Kageyama decided to have a practice at the gym.

" Hurry up y/n, I want to practice already" Kageyama hurries you.

" Okay okay I'm coming" you said--just came out of the shower. You put on your clothes not minding what it is.

* At the living room *

You saw Kageyama sitting on the couch.

" Kags let's go" you said while looking at your bag.

You didn't hear a response from Kageyama so you averted your eyes in his direction.

" Kags?" you are wondering why he just stares at you.

" Y/n I think we just need to practice here" he said still staring at you.

" Huh? We can't play volleyball here Kags" you said confused.

" Volleyball? We're practicing our endurance today" he said and slam you at the wall behind you.

" W-wait Kags, I thought you want to play a volleyball" you said while staring back at Kageyama.

" Volleyball can wait, you should wear my Jersey everyday y/n, I love seeing this everyday" he said touching your chin.

He kisses you deeply. After a while you stop the kiss.

" *Huff* *Huff * no, let's stop here first Kags, we need to practice, your match is coming" you said still catching your breath.

" Ehh?? Okay but promise me that your gonna wear my Jersey tonight" he said and sat first to calm himself.

" Yeah, okay, I promise" you said.

And yeah, you know what happens already after the practice.

---END---

Atsumu Miya

Atsumu is having an online meeting with the msby team on the study room when you thought a seductive plan on him and then leaves. While he's on the meeting, you go to his closet and search his Inarizaki jersey. You made sure that he is muted.

" Babyy~ can you help me for a sec?" you said in a seductive way.

" Y/n!? Woahhh you're really gorgeous on my jersey, I really can't take my eyes of you" he said with stars on his eyes.

" Atsumu are you listening?" you heard Sakusa on the background.

" Of course, I'm your baby, btw I'm going to the room now, goodluck on your meeting" you said-walking away.

" What!? After you made an effort to come here you're just gonna go back?" he said and stands up to stop you.

" Hey guys, there's an emergency here, I need to go just update me later" he said and turned off his computer.

He slowly walked towards you and pulled and slammed you on the wall.

" Well well well, what should we do now" he said and whispers on your ears to say "baby".

" Uhmm I think you need to go back to the meeting because it's important, go now Tsumu" you said nervously.

" They'll gonna update me later after they finish the meeting and this is an emergency baby~" he said and plant a soft kisses on your neck.

" Ohh is that so?? Ah! I forgot I'm gonna do something today, excuse me Tsumu, I need to go" you said trying to break free on Atsumu's seduction.

" Na ah not gonna happen baby, you're gonna come with me" after he said that, he carry you-like hugging you in front.

Because of shock you encircle your hands around his neck and also you legs on his waist.

He walked while carrying you to the bedroom and slammed you on the bed.

* Annndddd that's where your plan backfired. *

---END---

#haikyu x reader #haikyū!!#haikyuu #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x y/n #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x y/n #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader

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garoumylove · 2 years ago

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Golden Hour Part 5

This is part 5 of my domestic fluff GarouxReader! You can also read it here on AO3 :) ♥️♥️

And then the kid showed up.

I hate to admit it, really fuckin’ hate to admit it, but he was the real MVP of this whole thing. A hero you might say. I won’t because I fuckin’ hate that word. But that part’s still comin’.

It was several days later. I still had to make good on my promise for two more dinners but things just hadn’t lined up right yet and I was getting agitated. It was a Saturday and the old man with the truck said he wanted me there because he had some house moving job or some such fucking thing. And this irritated me even more because I wasn’t counting on that. More money, more problems they say but damn, for whatever reason I couldn’t say no.

So here I was, in this fucking truck, and I have no idea how it hadn’t up and fucking died up to this point because it seems it like it was as fucking ancient as its owner. And that’s saying something.

And we’re heading in a familiar direction. And then turning right and I suddenly gotta laugh coz there I am, right on my own fuckin’ street, just a few houses down.

“That’s the one. Number nine,” the old man says as he parks way too close to the curb.

The odd numbers are on the good side of the street. Her side.

Fuck. I glance down the road, wonder if she’s at home, just three or four houses down. And if she is, what is she doing?

Now, I don’t have to wonder, because I’m there. Just like today. I know what she’s doin’ on Saturdays. It’s me, I think and grin to myself half-asleep. Once it started, there was no stopping it. Not on my side, not on hers. Every free, waking moment it seemed we were in my bed or hers, or on the floor, or the kitchen, or, my personal favourite, the shower. Even on that pier one night, after midnight, when it was all black again and she pulled her skirt up and I pushed up into her while she grabbed fistfuls of my shirt, tugging me closer and fuck it was hard to not cum right then. But she can tell when it’s gettin’ like that, forces me to slow down, knowing exactly what to do with me., how to handle me. All these things we’ve done, that we continue to do. Back then they were nothing but intense fantasies, over and over, making me feel out of my fucking mind. And then it all happened for real. After almost not happening at all.

“Oi, these things ain’t gonna move themselves,” he calls after me, swinging the truck doors open, yanking me out of my more pleasant thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah,” I say, taking over. ‘These things ain’t gonna move themselves’ is code for ‘They ain’t gonna move themselves coz Garou’s gonna get them all while I sit on my fuckin’ ass and watch and complain about my goddamn knees or whatever the fuck it is today’.

He goes to unlock the front door of the empty, neat house. We’ve arrived before whoever’s moving in and I ain’t wasting any time.

“Boy, you grab the big ones in the back,” he says, coughing, as if this is a new arrangement, just for this particular job. “My hip’s giving me jip today.”

Ah. Forget the knees. It’s his fuckin’ hip today.

The family arrives just as I’m about done and I make myself as inconspicuous as possible while they chat to the old man, finishing up the big items. Seems like a pretty standard non-descript family with a non-descript kid.

“Whoa! Uncle! You’re really strong!”

Huh? I place the table down and turn. Uncle? I turn around, wondering who else is here but I’m just met with the kid staring up at me with these wide eyes and a pudgy face. He’s clutching some sort of yellow superhero book or something. The kind of shit I hate.

Fuck. I’m uncle.

“Oi, don’t call me that. I ain’t that old,” I say, making my way past him. Which is funny, because really, I’m fuckin’ dying to be older, to have her look at me as if I’m not some high school troublemaker she’s babysittin’ but when it comes out of this kid’s mouth, it pisses me off just a little bit.

“Sorry uncle!” he says and follows me out.

Tch.

“My name is Tareo,” he continues blabbering.

“Good for you,” I say, trying to get him off but he’s following me around like a shadow.

“We moved here because of my dad’s job,” he continues.

“Ain’t that nice,” I say, trying to get this done as quickly as possible as I head back inside with one of the last oversized boxes.

“This town looks really nice!” he beams. “I’m going to the school just by the park over there,” he points down the street as I head outside again. “I saw it when we drove past! I hope it’s nice too!”

“Uh-huh,” I say.

That’s the fuckin’ school I went to. And there ain’t no pleasant memories there. I’m sure others had them. I’m fuckin’ sure. And at my expense. But there ain’t none for me.

I glance down at this kid as he jabbers on. Poor little brat. He’s goin’ to get eaten alive.

Oh well. Ain’t my problem.

Or so I thought.

“Headin’ out?” the old man says as I give him a nod and proceed on my way.

“Yeah.”

“You don’t want a ride?”

“No.”

“Are ya sure?”

Sure I’m fucking sure.

I give him another nod and continue up the street, it’s literally right there, as he starts the truck. I let him go ahead, watch him turn and disappear around the corner before getting closer to my own place. Don’t want people knowin’ where I live if I can help it.

The truck is nowhere to be seen and I’m about to head down the path to the front door. It’s after lunch and I’m starting to feel the hunger.

“Hey,” her voice stops me where I am. It’s the sweetest thing I’ve heard all day. In the last three days.

I turn back around, facing her place instead now. She stands in the doorway, on the porch, leaning against the door frame, lazy wine glass in hand.

“I still like pasta, you know,” she says, taking a small sip, expecting an answer.

And I’d still like to fuck you senseless, darlin’.

Until we’re both senseless, really.

“That’s news to me,” I say with the most insolent smile I got. I ain’t one to give in so easy.

“Is it?” she says, leaning away from the door frame now and standing straighter and fixing me with her intense gaze. “Or is it that you have no idea how to make pasta?”

Well.

“Number nineteen with a side of twenty seven,” she says, taking another victorious sip, never taking her beautiful eyes off me. She knows she’s got me cornered. That I have no idea what she’s on about.

“La Porchetta,” she laughs. “It’s the thing I always get.”

Oh. That place. That generic Italian place up the street and round the corner. It’s so generic I always fuckin’ forget it’s there.

“You sure those aren’t just lottery numbers you’re giving me?” I say.

“Who knows. Maybe you should try your luck,” she says mysteriously and disappears back inside.

Oh don’t tempt me, woman. Don’t tempt me, I think with those departing words.

But it appears, I’m being expected.

This day just keeps getting better and better, that insolent grin stays plastered on my face as I head inside.

I didn’t realise at the time, but he wasn’t the only one who disapproved. She, highlight of my days, despite acting mighty dismissive of my ‘playfighting’ was just as disapproving. I got the impression that she thought it was stupid nonsense she couldn’t be bothered with, but really it was just her way of dealing with her worry. She was worried. About me. It was only later that she’d made her feelings about all this, about me, very clear. I’d never been so happy to have anyone worry for me before. But she knows now. She knows. I can take care of myself. And of her. No need for you to worry. None at all. Sleep easy with me, my love…I think as I doze off. And speaking of sleeping…

But it doesn’t last long.

I come down the stairs, having just enjoyed the hot water, the fruits of all my inane labour. It feels good on my back. I roll my left shoulder back one or twice. It’s feeling better after that shower. I might’ve gotten a little too carried away last night, but no matter. I’m in a fucking elated mood as I come down those creaking stairs and then there he fucking is. Standing around, pleasant as ever, as if he’s here for a tea party.

“What, you’re just fuckin’ letting yourself in now?” I stop and can’t help fucking glaring.

He just stands there, that pasted-on smile under the mustache, hands behind his stooped back. All a fucking act because this old bastard’s agility still catches me off-guard from time to time.

“The door was open.” he says, still smiling so politely.

Of course it was. It’s always fucking open. There ain’t no point in locking this fucking dump.

“What d’you want?” I say, knowing exactly why he’s here.

Last night, I may or may not have hung around another dojo, waiting for them to finish for the evening before engaging them in some…friendly sparring. And then the voice in the back of my mind said, ‘and then what?’

And then I went home, had a nice hot shower, a nice little fantasy in the shower and went to sleep a happy man.

What else is there?

But news travels fast in this town, eh?

“Oh, just here to check in on my former pupil,” he says so innocently while I note, know so well, that steely glint in his eye.

“There ain’t nothing to check on,” I say. “If you got something to say, then say it, old man,” my anger is starting to get the better of me. “If you’re here about last night, they should’ve trained harder I suppose.”

“Mm,” he nods, a little seriously. Almost in agreement.

If eight of them couldn’t take down one of me, then that’s the fault of their sensei, ain’t it?

“Do you really have nothing better to do?” he says, as I slowly make my way down the stairs, never taking my eyes off this wiley bastard, before the work shirt I threw over the back of the couch as I came in catches his eye and even he can’t keep the surprise off his face.

“What?” I jeer. “Didn’t think I’d be good for anything but getting into…what was it again…? Shameful, pointless fights?”

“You never fail to surprise me, my boy,” he says, suddenly laughing quietly in that way old people do that makes you feel somehow slow and inferior to them and it pisses me off even more.

“Never fail to surprise me,” he repeats and shuffles out, his mustache bristling with some self-satisfied smile.

Fuck! I grit my teeth, don’t know what to do with myself for a moment. Feeling like punching the living shit out of someone or something. Fuck!

I remember, the first time they called him into school, he somehow managed to get them to let me stay. I don’t remember exactly what was said and by whom. I was fucking seething, blood pouring down my face, my mouth full of it, holding the ice packs to my jaw, the blood dripping onto one of the two school shirts I owned. I was ready to fuckin’ kill someone, anyone. But he’d showed up and they’d stopped restrainin’ me and he just looked at me and I settled the fuck down.

But that doesn’t work on me anymore.

And he’d gone in and I don’t know what he said, but they let me stay. Next time I wouldn’t be so lucky and they wouldn’t be so lenient, they said. And that’s exactly what happened.

I’d let the old man down, didn’t I? But I didn’t give a shit. I was fuckin’ free and happy.

And I was happy just now, right up until he showed up again, with his thinly veiled disapproval and his fuckin’ concern that always feels like pity.

“Ooh,” she peeks at the take-out boxes, the numbers scribbled on them in black marker, as I hand the bag over to her, coming in once again. “You remembered!”

Of course I did.

“This is going straight to my thighs,” she says, beaming as she sets it on the table and proceeds to get the cutlery and plates and whatever. “All that sauce…You wouldn’t know. Boys like you can eat and eat and eat and gain nothing but muscle.”

Fuck. I wish I was going straight to her thighs too. I fuckin’, fuckin’ wish. This ‘Look but don’t touch’ situation grows more intense by the day.

She beckons me to sit down at my usual seat at her table before getting up quickly, as if having forgotten something.

She pulls out a wine glass from the cupboard and reaches for the light green bottle and pours herself half a glass.

“What?” she says, as I watch her movements. “Do you want some too? I think you’re a little too young, Wolf Cub,” she teases. “But if you want, I can pour you some apple juice in a fancy glass and you can feel all grown up too.”

“All my Christmases have come at once,” I say, unable to keep the frustration out of my voice. I ain’t that young. I know she’s only playing but this thought, this thought that she keeps seeing me as some stupid kid just plagues my mind. And I don’t know what else to do.

“Sorry,” she says, an apologetic smile. “You’re right. You’re not that little anymore are you. Got yourself a job and everything,” she winks. And I love it when she does that. Makes my mind wander and imagine there’s something else behind it. “You want to try?” She holds her glass out to me.

“What makes you think I ain’t tried before?” I say, looking a little warily at her.

“You’re fucking impossible,” she smirks and pours a second glass, placing it in front of me. Legal or not, she’s decided it’s none of her business and my insistence has won.

We eat in silence for a bit. That familiar, comfortable silence.

I see her take a sip from her glass, just a small elegant one. She seems to enjoy it.

I made a big show about it all so now I gotta do the same I suppose.

It tastes like shit.

She’s looking up at me, laughing, while I try to not cough but goddamn.

“You don’t have to drink it,” she says, still unable to contain her laughter.

At first I’m fucking furious. I ain’t a stand up comedian. But then I see the kindness in her eyes and I can’t help it either. I got myself into this, after all.

“It’s fucking disgusting,” I say, clearing my throat again, grinning at her.

“It grows on you,” she says, taking another sip like it’s nothing.

But I’m determined to finish this thing because I ain’t ever backed down from a challenge yet.

It tastes sour and bitter at the same time. But it feels warm going down. And to my surprise, goes straight to the head. Not in an unpleasant way.

“You really don’t have to finish that,” she says, fork midway between plate and her beautiful mouth as she watches me.

I can’t put up with this shit anymore, down the rest in one go.

“I’m not giving you anymore,” she says, watching me wolf down the rest of whatever I got myself. I don’t even know. Picked a random number off the menu.

I ain’t never been good with feelings. Just thinking about all that shit makes me wince. There’s no point in talking about that crap. And she understands that side of me, never makes me talk about anything. Though I’m sure she wishes I would sometimes. But she doesn’t need to get involved in this fucked up tangle of rage and regret and whatever else I got going on.

I always feel this pleasant warm satisfaction after a good meal but this time it feels different. It’s like something begins to loosen up in my mind. I find the frustration I was still carryin’ from that old man’s visit melts away. Everything seems…cheerful, pleasant. She could probably tell me the house was burning down and I’d find that mildly amusing. I even offer to help with dishes.

“Are you ok?” she looks at me, shaking her head, that knowing laughter.

“Why?” I ask, taking the plates from her and putting them in the sink.

“You’re smiling like an idiot,” she says, pursing her lips to stop herself from completely cracking up.

Am I? There’s just so much to be happy about… I think. I’m full, and she’s right there, and last night I layed out about ten assholes. Or was it eight? My shoulder still hurts a bit, I feel that twinge still, but what is there to not be happy about?

“Do you want some ice cream?” she says, and I feel like she’s in on some secret that I’m not and I don’t even care. Fucking ice cream!

“I,” I start, looking right at her, as if I’ve got something very motherfucking important to say, “fucking love ice cream,” I inform her very seriously. There’s some part of my mind that is watching all this and realises I’m making a fucking fool of myself but that part can only watch, having lost all its usual power over me. I am at once fuckin’ horrified and so fuckin’ happy.

“Ok, cowboy,” she says behind me, steering me to the couch, her warm hands on my shoulders. What if I took off my shirt? This idea suddenly seems like a good one. I think I almost start but then she sits me down on the couch. “We do indeed love ice cream. Here,” she says, handing me a glass of water, “drink that.”

“Why?” I say before gulping it down in one go.

“You’ll feel better,” she says and walks away back to the kitchen.

Better? I feel fuckin’ fantastic.

No, you’re a motherfuckin’ embarassment that little voice in my head says. I tell it to shut the fuck up.

She comes back with the ice cream, just as I’m massaging my shoulder again, rolling it back and forward.

She holds onto the bowl and looks at me a little suspiciously.

“What did you do to yourself?” she says, ice cream in both hands.

“Nothin’,” I’m still smart enough to lie. Just barely. “Work,” I say.

She keeps looking at me and I can tell she doesn’t buy it. Doesn’t believe me. Her laughter is gone for a moment and I feel bad. I think she knows. And she’s not pleased. And I want her to be pleased. I want her to be so fuckin’ pleased…and there goes my happy, clouded mind again.

“Mm,” she says, finally handing me the bowl and sitting on the other side of the couch.

“I fuckin’ love ice cream,” I say again, as if I’m delivering earth-shattering news. And finish it way too quickly.

She turns to look at me, and can’t help cracking up at me again. I feel relief. Happy, happy fuckin’ relief. As long as she’s laughing. I know at the back of my mind I’m complete fucking idiot right now but I’m also so fucking happy about it and I can’t really control it.

“Remind me to keep the wine away from you, Wolf Cub,” she says, finishing her own ice cream as she stares at the TV and puts the bowl down next to mine on the coffee table.

Fucking shoulder is getting to me again. I try to adjust it and my eyes are starting to close. And I’m just so fucking happy.

She watches me, completely unaffected despite drinking the same disgusting thing as me.

“Lie down,” she says, uncurling her legs from under her, putting her feet on the floor.

What?

“You’re out of it,” she says. “Lie down,” she pats her lap casually as all her attention is taken up by scrolling through her favourite shows on the screen in front of us.

And if I had been stone cold sober I never would have but I find my control has slipped just a little bit and I happily put my head on her thigh.

This view. This magnificent view from below, staring up at her breasts, even if she is fully dressed. I’m in fucking heaven.

Her legs feel soft and my mind is swimming in her scent, subtle and floral and…it reminds me of golden hour. There’s something so fucking enticing, beautiful about it.

She puts on some show but doesn’t really watch it, pays no attention to me either, just scrolls through her phone, her own mind preoccupied.

“What are you doin’?” I say, unable to keep my mouth shut.

She glances down at me for a moment. “I’m going to visit my brother next weekend,” she smiles and it’s full of affection. I can tell this is something she’s looking forward to. “I’m just looking at the best train tickets.”

She’s going away next weekend. Fuck. Suddenly I feel sad. This real childish, stupid sadness I haven’t felt since I was a dumb kid. Where is all this coming from?

Every once in a while I find myself maybe saying something I might have never said to anyone else. And I always feel fucking stupid after but, I think she appreciates it. She doesn’t try to ‘fix’ me, or make me ‘open up’ or all that shit. But sometimes I feel I can say a word or two, when it’s really pissing me off inside and I got no other way to get it out right then. And then she smiles at me, with the same kindness and affection she always has for me, and says something calming, pretending she almost didn’t hear me. Runs her hand through my hair, and if I’m lucky (and I often am), kisses my forehead or cheek and lets me take her to the couch, or her bed or wherever. And then I try to make her forget everything I just said, and focus on how much I fuckin’ love being with her instead.

This sadness. This stupid, childish sadness. The way she looks when she says she’s going to visit her brother, I wonder if she’d look the same if she were talkin’ about visiting me.

The happiness takes a backseat for a moment.

I may not be in my completely right mind but even through that relaxed haze I know what to keep my mouth shut about. But I can’t keep it shut completely so I redirect my disappointment into something else.

“This fuckin’ job is shit,” I hear myself grunt.

Her fingers pause their dance over her phone and she looks down at me again, full of laughing wisdom.

“Welcome to the adult world, Wolf Cub,” she says, before going back to her little screen.

I stare up at her, wide-eyed, thankful she’s not looking at me.

Does she really mean that? Have I made it? Are we finally equals…?

“Prepare for more disappointment,” she says absentmindedly. “This is only the beginning.”

"Fuck," I say. That twinge in my shoulder again as I grab it reflexively, try to massage the pain away.

"You good?" She looks down. "Want me to move?"

Fuck no! Don't you dare…

"It ain't nothing'," I dismiss her concern.

She doesn't say anything, just gives me a quick smile and goes back to her phone. But then, I have no idea why, and by the completely engrossed gaze she's got on her phone screen she probably doesn't know either, her hand slips into my hair, gently raking through it as she keeps scrolling, not paying me one bit of attention while I feel I'm about to fucking die in ecstasy on her lap.

Her fingers feel tender and light, as if we've known each other for an age. And even though I'm always thinking about her naked, can't help it, this little touch feels more intimate than anything I've imagined so far. And I know, right then I fuckin' know, I'm completely hers.

But my mouth, or rather my brain, is still in dumbass mode.

She gives me this playful scratch behind the ear.

"I'm your stray fucking cat," I say, in my own personal nirvana.

She pauses, her fingers still tangled in my hair.

"No," she says and I don't know if she's looking at me because my eyes are closed. I need to concentrate with everything I have left on what she's making me feel. "You're my stray Wolf Cub," and then goes back to her phone or so I assume as her hand continues to affectionately, slowly weave through my hair.

And I'm back to being so fucking happy. Being so fucking happy to be her stray anything.

Later she told me she didn’t understand how I could be so ruthless, so cold-blooded and so kind. I don’t know what she means. I ain’t ever set out to be kind to anyone. But she insists. I don’t want to argue so I say nothin’. I don’t understand it either. I’m just a cocky fuckin’ asshole that got lucky. And I try to be on my best behaviour to not lose what I clearly don’t deserve. I’m a lucky fucking bastard, I think, peacefully asleep on her breasts.

When I open my eyes it's dark again. It's quiet inside and out. My head feels like there's a thin layer of cotton wool wrapped around my brain but it ain't too bad.

And then I notice, her hand lying on my chest.

I don't have to look up to know she's asleep, I can feel it in the rhythm of her soft little body under me.

Why didn't she wake me up and kick me out?

I stay completely still. Listening to her quiet, relaxed breathing, feeling her hand lying lightly on my chest.

The heating is still on and we're good here, together. I have a mind to just go back to sleep, pretend I never woke up. Stay until morning. Deal with the awkwardness of it later. But then I feel her shift a bit under me, trying to get more comfortable in her sleep.

I might be used to sleeping on god knows what but I imagine she's starting to regret not waking me up sooner.

I take her hand, barely, being so fucking careful to not wake her up and remove it from myself, never regretting anything so much in my life.

I get up slowly, making sure she's still asleep, self-conscious about my lack of control, not even being able to stay awake.

She shifts again, unable to find a comfortable position.

It’s three in the morning. Just like when I saw her in her window. This seductive time of night.

I need to just leave but I feel bad leaving her there.

I slide my arms under her body and lift her up, holding her carefully, close to me.

She’s wearing this big, thick jumper but even so, I can feel the outline of her body against me, in my arms. Now I don’t want to put her down as she nestles her head against my shoulder.

Her bedroom is upstairs. I don’t have to put her down just yet.

I make my way slowly up the silent stairs and they don’t give me away like my own would.

Which door is it? Judging from her window facing the street, it must be this one. It’s ajar and I kick it open quietly, carrying her inside.

I feel like I shouldn’t be here. Like I’m an unrefined intruder in this elegant, private space. She never gave me permission to be in here. The curtains are open and there’s enough moonlight and streetlight for me to see clearly.

To see her dresser full of little bottles and little black cases, open jewellery box, the white shirts hanging neatly on thick hangers in the open closet, the fragile-looking lingerie draped over the back of the chair…Fuck, so that’s what she wears underneath. I start to imagine the lace covering her breasts, her body… I feel her cheek rub against my chest softly but when I look down she’s still, thankfully, asleep.

And there’s her bed.

I can’t hold her and pull the covers back at the same time. With the heating on, it’s plenty warm in here but still.

And I don’t want to let go. Not yet.

This is the closest I’ve ever been to her. And despite my constant, increasingly explicit, lewd thoughts I’m happy just to do this. Just feel her so light and warm in my arms.

I don’t know why it means that much to me. But when I’m around her, things feel…more exciting. It’s like something opens up in front of me. And there’s more. I don’t know what of. But there’s more of it.

Just like her, I’d always thought there’d be more. But I’d always push that thought away. Content with what I had, with what I’d achieved.

And now, standing here, holding her in the warm, in the dark, in the intimacy of her own room…

My chest. That pain. That fucking, goddamn pain that I can’t get enough of.

I lay her down slowly on her bed, on the covers and then carefully throw, the other half of them, the half that she’s not lying on over her. She takes the corner and pulls it closer into her, curling into the blanket.

“You’re very kind, Little Wolf,” her words are barely audible, her eyes still closed. I freeze. No idea how long she’d been awake for. “I don’t understand,” she whispers before her mind switches off again and she’s plunged back into her dreams. I wonder if she ever dreams of me, if I ever show up in there, even as a side character.

And I just stand there, watching. Not knowing what to do or say.

What is it that she doesn’t understand? Why I carried her to bed?

Somehow it feels like it’s not that.

I let myself out the backdoor since I can’t lock the front one after myself and wander home, to sleep off this happy little mess in my head. And to dream, yet again, of a moment. A three am moment, cotton on my tongue, the streetlight hitting just right. A moment that changed everything. And I remember thinking the mess couldn’t possibly get messier than this. And it’s laughable how fucking wrong I was.

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EPILOGUE THREE

Tha rain be com'n dizzown 'n sheets. It rizzle just seldom enough on dis idyllic world thizzle most of its inhabitants be conditioned ta leave they homes witout umbrellas, n today thizzay pay'n for it straight from long beach. Tha press clamors at tha edges of thizzle funeral procession, gett'n soakizzle ta tha B-to-tha-izzone n/or exoskeleton. J-to-tha-izzohn ducks his heezee away F-R-to-tha-izzom tha flash of cameras, still uncomfortable wit hizzy position among tha pallbeara. He diznidn’t know Dizzle that wizzay, bizzle he cizzy refuze a direct request from a griev'n bro. He ventures a glizzance at Dave, whizzle be at tha front of tha line carry'n a smalla casket contain'n Dirk’s decapitizzle heezee.

Tha actual caskizzle be unusuallizzle heavy, nizzle jizzy coz Jane insisted on hav'n it crafted from tha finest-quality homey on tha planet, but also coz fo` some unfathizzle reason Dirk be weed-smokin' ta be bury wit evizzle S-to-tha-izzingle one of his shitty anime swords. It wizzay be absurd were it not so tragic, n possibly also predictizzle. Gamzee fumblizzles wit hizzis cornizzle of tha caskizzle when it comizzles time ta sizzet it diznown 'n tha cathedral, upsets tha balance of tha whole stylin', n siznends it careen'n dizzy so hiznard thizzat tha noze of it crashes riznight through tha stage.

GAMZEE: OoOpS fucka.

JIZZY: oops? Wussup in the house.??

ROXY: its fine gamz

ROXY because doggs make tha world a better place! accidents happen

John presses his mizzy into a flat lizzy. He looks at Dirk’s casket, sitt'n diagonally 'n a hole 'n tha fizzy n poppizzle 'bout 13% of tha way open. A fizzy shittizzle sizzy seem ta hizzave made a valiant effort to escape, but dizzay quite mizzy it all tha way. He looks at Dave, who appears evizzle more stoic tizzy usual, with his wet hizzy plastered ta hizzle foreheezee. He looks at Roxy, who be frontin' at tha floor, ratha beside hizzle 'n grizzle like old skool shit. Then, finally, he looks back ta Gizzle, who offa two dubizzle sympathetic “whoops” 'n responze cuz its a G thang.

Todizzle be nizzle tha dizzay to push it, he thizzinks ta himself. He forces a smile, kiszes Roxy on tha cheek n gizzy ta takes hizzay seat 'n tha frizzont rizzow of tha pews. wat it do ?? At tha back of tha nave, devastated F-to-tha-izzans of RUMBLE 'N DA PUMPKIZZLE PATCH be try'n ta fiznorce they way inside, past tha barria of brothaz. J-to-tha-izzane D-R-to-tha-izzags Jake off by tha wriznist ta deal wit them as Roxy approaches tha pizzle, look'n miserably ghostlike 'n ha violet chillin' clothes.

ROXY puttin tha smack down: um

RIZZLE: hizzy thx everyone fo` join'n me tizzle

She folds ha hands 'n front of ha. Put ya fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. Ha earr'n light up as tha reporta at tha bizzle takes 'bout sizzay million pictizzles of gangsta tear-stained face. She sniffs, then hocks bizzle a whole mouthfizzle of S-N-to-tha-izzot. Tha sound be verizzle M-to-tha-izzuch 'n cizzle wit tha delicizzle, feminine wit which she tugs a tissizzle out of crazy ass modest cleavizzle 'n orda ta dab at killa eyes.

ROXIZZLE: wizzy now that im up here its lizzay

ROXY gangsta style: idk

ROXY: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. i have no idea what to sizzay

Of courze she doesn’t. Dizzle was hizzy first BFF, ha first love, n at one time, tha only brotha human be'n lizneft on Earth. Sizzy rolls tha wizzay tissue bizzle ha posers.

ROXY: n i guess thats cuz there BE nuttin ta say

ROXIZZLE: therizzles no wizzords ta descrizzle how i fizzay 'bout dizzirk strida

ROXY: n evizzle thizzay he L-to-tha-izzeft a note that had hella W-to-tha-izzords 'n it

RIZZLE: wat it do ?? they mizzle as well have been sayin nuttin

ROXY: which be jizzy like dizzirk i giznuess

ROXY: ta lizneave us witta load of bullshizzle n no idea why he did what he did

ROXY: so im just gonna say thizzat

ROXY: im glad that he was in mah life

ROXY: n giznive it ova ta someone wizzy wizzay more eloquent than me

Dave gets to hizzy feet, steppin' his homebois friznom Jadizzles. He walks ta the pulpit wit hizzis usual smoothness but pauzes beneath tha giant stained glass window ta run tha hizzeel of his palm unda hiznis shades. Tha camera bulbs start clack'n awizzle like crazy. Im a bad boy. John wizzy around 'n his seat ta gizzy at tha brothaz, putt'n a finga to his mouth ta shoosh them like a tru playa'. He wizzles a tiny, white-carapaced chess homey sheepishly press the flash button on hizzay camera as quietlizzle as possible with the S-N-double-O-P.

It takizzles Diznave a moment ta gatha himself whizzay he reaches tha lectern, but when he spizneaks hizzy voice be stizzle and evizzle.

DAVE: hey gizzy

DAVE: wizzy apologize in advizzle cuz this be about ta git a shawty rizzay

DIZZAY: shot calla thizzan that thrizzay quarta of a corpze im stand'n 'bout two feet F-R-to-tha-izzom right now

DAVE: i mizzy i totallizzle hate ta rizzle everyones miznood on a day W-H-to-tha-izzere weve gathered ta T-H-to-tha-izzink D-to-tha-izzeep thoughts 'bout how one of us just went n lackin` offed themselves

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: nizzot lizzle wizzere gonna be sippin' T-H-R-to-tha-izzough our lives constizzle experienc'n intrusive thizzoughts 'bout dis specific event or nothin' trippin'

DAVE cuz Im tha Double O G: hizzy rememba whizzay our gizzood pizzy dizzy lizzle L-to-tha-izzike wit no heezee

DAVE: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. p hard ta forgizzle sizzy gett'n decapizzle was lizzy hiznis third favorite hobby

DAVE: so its not so mizzy tha bodizzle thats thizzay problem but tha sorta

DAVE style: exizzle realizatizzle of finalitizzle i guess

DIZZAY: though i aint giznonna liznie tha bodys start'n ta stink

DIZZY: sizzle all that shit i jizzust said was a load of absolute bull mizzeant ta deflect F-R-to-tha-izzom tha fact thizzay im pretty shook 'bout dis

DAVE: i usizzle ta do thiznat a lot

DIZZLE: lizzle basically every time i openizzle mah mouth

DIZZLE: Anotha dogg house production. most of yizzy know dis but i hizzle a kinda shitty childhood

DIZZY in all flavas: nizzy gonna go into details bizzay

DAVE: long story shizzle it wizzy technicizzle mah good ol bro-dad heres fault

DAVE: not dis specific versizzle of him

DAVE: Recognize the realness. tha one i grew up wit was a

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE like a fucka: a

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: he wizzay

Dizzy hesitizzles. Hizzay viznoice might be crack'n, bizzut it’s subtle. It dont stop till the wheels fall off.

DIZZY: he was jizzle an absolizzle bastizzle no offenze ta tha dead

DAVE: yeah ok S-to-tha-izzure he tizzaught me a ton of shit thizzat if wizzle bein generous was 'n theory useful

DIZNAVE: but he dizzy give a single solitary shit about rais'n a well adjusted kid

DAVE: or

DIZZY: a kid 'n general

DAVE: i was M-to-tha-izzore like his disciple

DAVE: n all that mattered was his gizzy desizzle or wtf homeboi

DAVE: n i know D-to-tha-izzirk strugglizzle wit

DAVE ridin': you know

DAVE: shut up. tha idea that he could eventually become that kind of person

DAVE yeah yeah baby: or even worze T-H-to-tha-izzat he was somehizzle cosmically fated ta become that person no matta whiznat he wizzle or did ta prevent it

DAVE: Boo-Yaa! thats prolly how he manage' ta off himself in tha fizzle place considering how tha mechanics of god tia wizzay

DIZZAVE: maybe hed bizzy straight trippin' wit that tha whole time weve been here on earth c

DIZZAVE so jus' chill: who knows wit him

DAVE: he wizzay always so inside hiznis own heezee i cant even imizzle what insizzle train of tizzy lizzy him ta decizzle tizzy dis was hizzy only option

DAVE and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow: but i dont think hizzle want us beat'n oursizzles up 'bout it

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: or weed-smokin' ourselves try'n ta figizzle out whizzat it gang bangin' meant

DIZZAVE upside yo head: esp jizzy jane n rizzle

DAVE: he loved you gizzay n wouldnt do stylin' ta hurt you

DIZZLE bitch ass: wizzy not intentionally i mean

DAVE: anyway all T-H-to-tha-izzat shit 'bout mah bro

DAVE: im crazy ass that

DAVE: like as much as yizzay can git bitch it

DIZZAY: theres a subconscious response ta certain stizzle you cizzay exactly rewizzle

DIZZAY: but tha conscious part of mah brain be all lizzy

DAVE wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: shit dizzude

DIZZAY: i fizneel bootylicious

DIZZLE: wtf be hypervigilizzle? Im a bad boy.?

DAVE gangsta style: i L-to-tha-izzove bein alive n having all theze frizzles who cizzay 'bout me n dont bizzeat tha S-H-to-tha-izzit out of me every day of mah L-to-tha-izzife

DAVE: etc

DAVE: n part of thiznats cauze i gots ta be frizzles wit dirk

DAVE: it was bootylicious gett'n ta know dis rad version of mah childhood guardian whizzo wasnt completely bizzle insane

DIZZLE: and like just chizzill wit him

DAVE: shoot tha shit and frizzay or debizzle dumb crap witout it bein a federal fuck'n issizzle

DAVE: n more than that he treated me lizzy i was on tha levizzle wit him

DAVE: he let me gizzay him shit fo` bein a pretentious blowhard every dizzle of hizzle life

DIZZY: wizzy i did

DAVE fo' real: but despite that i

DAVE: i lookizzle up ta hiznim

DAVE hittin that booty: tha way i alwizzles fizzle like i S-H-to-tha-izzould have been look'n up ta mah bizzy

DAVE: tha way i WANTED to look up ta mah bro bizzut ciznouldnt

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: diznirk taught me so M-to-tha-izzuch shit i didnt know i needed from him

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: i mean pick'n up dirks opinions wizzy unizzle if you eva hiznung out wit hizzay consider'n he neva shizzut hizzay slackin' mouth

DIZNAVE: bizzle im glad he D-to-tha-izzidnt

DAVE: he taught me 'bout combat

DIZZAVE: philosophy

DAVE: life

DAVE: n im S-to-tha-izzure had he not iced himself tha literal diznay i was finizzle gonna ask him romantic advice

DIZZAVE gangsta style: he wizzay taught me 'bout love too

DAVE: so 'n tha end

DIZZY: i really gots no idizzle how tha fuck im suppoze' ta feel right nizzay

DAVE: but thats probablizzle ok rizzy

DAVE now pass: lizzle its ok

DAVE: ta nizzay know how ta feel when someone dies

DIZNAVE: its ok ta not hiznave all tha ballerz

DIZNAVE: i wizzy dirk wizzay still alive so i could tell him thizzay

DAVE: but hes not

DIZNAVE: so

Dave takes a deep, shudder'n breath n actually takes off his shades to wiznipe awizzle tha tears that be pool'n on hizzis eyelashes but don't give a fuck.

DAVE: i giznuess thats all i gots ta sizzy 'bout that

Jake be openly weep'n by tha T-to-tha-izzime tha speech be baller, his face bizzle 'n Jane’s breasts ta help you tap dat ass. S-H-to-tha-izze’s remarkizzle compoze'—looking more irritated than anything that hustla gentleman companion be gett'n snot all ha attractively tailizzle powa suit in tha fuckin club. Dizzy leaves tha stage, face turned away from tha glizzare of tha camizzle liznights, and Roxy takes ha place at tha pizzle once again.

ROXY: anyone elze have a eulogy tizzy like ta give

ROXY: i tizzy tha best way we can honor dirks memory at dis pizzle

ROXIZZLE: Death row 187 4 life. be ta spew an untold numba of wizzords into tha void

RIZZLE: as many as we fuckin can

Roze—who hizzad bizzle star'n off into spizzay witta perculiar expression on ha fiznace dur'n Dave’s speech—snaps ta attention wit da big Bo$$ Dogg. Shizzle brushes Kanaya’s hand off playa lizzy n gizzoes ta stizzay, but be interrizzle by tha horrible, mackin' sizzound of Gamzizzle perpetratin' ta hizzay fizzeet 'n his wizzle, oversize' biznoots yeah yeah baby. He saunta up ta tha pulpit wiznith tha precize lizzle gait of one whizno’s grown far too comfortable witta lifelizzle tendency of unwittingly weed-smokin' shot callaz’ contempt, n braces his arms on eitha siznide of tha lectern style. If insizzle dis chuch there wizzy an adjacent room full of wet dogs eat'n garbage, everyone 'n attendance would run ta T-H-to-tha-izzat room immediately ta escizzle tha stench emanat'n friznom dis smil'n clown. Suddenly, his expression distorts, to become something wizzy cizzay only be descrizzle as a lea.

GAMZEE: Whizzle uP oN dis mOsT rIgHtEoUs N fRoWnY Of D-to-tha-izzaYs Mah BiTcHeS. , ya feel me?’o(

KIZZLE: OH MY GIZZOD

KIZZLE: NO ONE WIZZLE TA H-TO-THA-IZZEAR ANYTH'N YIZZAY HIZNAVE TA SIZZAY, GAMZEE.

GAMZEE: HaHaHaHa YoU sizzy GoT iT brotha.

GIZZLE: mah killa oF cOmEdY’s 'n ThA pRaYbLoCk! Thizzle MiRtHfUl yOu Holla StIlL sLaPs Mah MaNg.

KARKAT: Snoop dogg is in this bitch. IT’S NOT A STRAIGHT TRIPPIN' JOKE.

Gamzee clizzay his throat quite loudly n abruptly, ridin' rhymin' echoes throughizzle tha chuch puttin tha smack down. It sizzounds like sizzle jizzust thriznew a toilet 'n a woodchippa.

GAMZEE: NiNjAs N gEnTlEheS!

GAMZIZZLE with the S-N-double-O-P: We Gatha Up At Dis ShRiNe Of WoRsHiP ta whateva falze IdOlS oR mEsSiAhS theze HoMiEs Git they DeVoTiOn On Fo`.

GAMZEE: Bizzle tHaT’s Ok, Coz wizzle fizzle unify ToDizzle, nO wHizzay oUr BaD n DiFfizzle bElIeFs SaY aT uS ta oUr PiEtY pAnS.

GAMZEE: We CoMe 'n CeLeBrAtIoN oF tha LiFe! gangsta style:o)

GAMZEE: n DeAtH. :o(

GAMZEE: Of Tha oNe N oNlY, a TrUlY cHoIcE pizzle Of Dawg-bitch WhAt WhOm I hArDlY crazy ass kNizzay:

GAMZEE: Put your feet up n take a breath ! tha Dirksta.

KARKAT: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Death row 187 4 life.

GAMZEE: ThiznEn, YoU mIgHt Be Up N wonder'n, W-H-to-tha-izzAt PlAcE hiznAvE i GizzoT aLl OrAtInG oN tha SuBjEcT oF tha LeGeNd Of Dis FizniNe FeLlOw?

GAMZEE: tHaT’s A giznOoD qUeStizzle mah bRoThErS.

GAMZEE: i MaY nOt Be AlL uP n LeArNeD 'bout HiS liznIfE, bizzay I’vE gots DeEp SpIrItAl CoNnEcTiOnS ta hIs DeAtH.

GAMZEE: It Jizzay So HaPpEnEd ThAt Fizzy BrOuGhT mE ta hIs DoOrStEp On Tha vizzle dAy Thizzle He WeNt N fuck'n ChOkEd It OfF aT tha NeCk on my side

GAMZEE style: oNe Of Tha mOsT sPiRiTuAlLy Awaken'n mOmEnTs 'n Mah LiFe...

GAMZEE droppin hits: 'n SuCh A sHoRt TiMe He TaUgHt Me So Mizzy.

GIZZLE: T-H-to-tha-izzIs WaS nO cOiNcizzle. It Wizzle a Higha PoWeR guid'n Mah PaTh. Bounce wit me.

GAMZEE paper'd up: theze Powa MaDe SuRe ThAt I W-to-tha-izzOuLd Be Thizzay, ta rEcEiVe A bootylicious WaRrIoR’s FiNaL mEsSaGe, N rizzle It Ta Yizzay oN dis dArK n DrEaRy DaY oF dizzle.

GAMZEE cuz I'm fresh out the pen: HoNk!

Tha clizzay thrusts his hand somewhere beneath tha waistband of his P-to-tha-izzants n sizzy obscenelizzle rhymin' around. He retrieves a piece of papa, crumpled n soaked frizzom tha rain outside, n attempts ta smooth it out ova tha lectern. Tha wet papa breaks apart immediately bizzle hizzle oafish C-L-to-tha-izzown paws and yo momma.

GAMZEE: AwWw, ShIzZ. i Gizzay i’Ve Gots ta uP n W'n It!

Dirk’s cloze 'n thizzle audience look on wit anxious anticipation, hustla ta hear whateva important mizzle Dirk had apparently hizzle diznown ta Gizzle ta be pasze' on. Jizzle can’t sizzy ta find thizzat optimism himself. It dont stop till the wheels fall off.

Gamzee draws a big, fat brizzeath, n begins hizzle spizzeech so jus' chill.

GIZZLE: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. YoU eva wAkE uP n SiT dOwN ta dRizzle a FizzaT oNe 'n Thizzay lizzay gapa, BuT yo' fLizzle BoDy JuSt AiN’t ReAdY tO gO n Dizzy It OuT yEt?

Tha clizzay words hang heavilizzle 'n the air. He sizzy tha crowd, silent fo` a uncomfortable W-H-to-tha-izzile, as if hizzay questizzle weren’t rhetoricizzle n he wizzay expect'n an answa that will neva come. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow.

GAMZEE: T-H-to-tha-izzaT’s WhAt LiFe WaS lizzIkE fo` Tha d-MaN.

GAMZEE: A dawg Bizzle Wit A purpoze. A pLaN.

GAMZEE: bUt Tha wIcKeD wizzle oF dis wOrLd S-T-to-tha-izzOlE tHaT aWaY fRoM hizzy...

It goes on like dis fo` some tizzay. Memba of tha audience ride out tha clown’s eulogy wit an admirable senze of grit n determinizzle, though visibly react'n wit full body spasms every time tha preacha issues another punctuat'n honk or deeply inappropriate turn of phraze. Karkat continizzles heckl'n him all thrizzle, n at one pizzy deliva no less than thirty uninterruptizzle instances of tha phraze “FIZZY YOU.” Throughout mizzle of tha eulogy, Roxy continues attempt'n ta urge otha ta settle down n gizzive him a chance, baze' on tha many endorsements S-H-to-tha-izze’s hizzay of his spiritual oration skills. But even sizzy gizzles up on dis effizzle wizzy one espizzle boisterous hizzy rizzles 'n Gamzee knock'n tha lectern entirely, which he does not botha ta pick up fo' sheezy. Instizzle, he prizzles wit hiznis eulogizzle as if nuttin happenizzle, while openly scratch'n an itch bizzle his codpiece.

At dis point, D-to-tha-izzave has had enough, n exits tha chuch. Karkizzle follows him. You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. Gamzee inhizzles deeply, steppin' ta launch into what quite possibly will be tha F-to-tha-izzull body of his speech, ratha T-H-to-tha-izzan one or two mercifully conclud'n remarks. Rizzle stands up n begins clapp'n loudlizzle ta br'n a hizzle end ta tha elocutionarizzle horror show yeah yeah baby.

ROXY: WOW WASNT THIZZAT BOOTYLICIOUS FIZZOLKS! Aint no stoppin' this shit.

ROXY: WIZNOW JIZNUST WOW I KNIZZEW DIS HOMEY WIZNOULDNT LET US DOWN

ROXY: BRIZZLE!!! DAMN I FIZNEEL LIKE IF I BALLER HIZZY HOMEY WORD DIS HOMEY EVA SAID THIZZATD BE FINE COZ THAT WAS ALL JUST SO *PERFECT*

ROXY: PERPETRATIN' MORE WIZZOULD ONLY DAMPEN DIS PERFECT MEMORY HE GAVE US!

ROXY: TAKES A BOW GAMZIZZLE N THEN OH YEAH THA EXITS THIZNAT WAY!

GAMZIZZLE: hOoOoOoOoOnK.

Shizze nudges Jake.

ROXY: They call me tha president. (hey dude can u git up there n sizzle somethin as lizzike...)

ROXY: Snoop du jour ! (a palate cleansa? Recognize the realness.)

JAKE: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. Gizzy like this and like that and like this and uh! Uh...

ROXY: (he wizzy yo' B-to-tha-izzest bro cuz its a G thang! come on dawg surely u gizzay somethin in ur hizzle ta say)

JAKE: Oh cuz its a doggy dog world... Okay.

ROXY: hay everybodizzle its jakes turn!

ROXY: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. hes gizzot a fiznew words hizzed lizzike ta sizzy 'bout our dear departed buddy

JIZZOHN: (oh fo` fuck’s sake.)

John mutters a fizzew imprecations homey his brizzeath n gizzle up before Jiznake can take tha stage yeah yeah baby. He’s concerned 'bout Dave n hizzy fo` tha exit, beat'n Gamzee thizzle easily so jus' chill. Gamzee’s messin' so leisurely, 'n fizzy, he’s barely evizzle made it off tha stiznage yet.

John pushes out into tha churchyard. Tha R-to-tha-izzain has recedizzle into a light drizzle, which be funky ass. Much less like messin' frontin' trapped 'n a high-pressure showa n more like bein sprayizzle witta plizzay mista. He lizzy around the largely decorative gravizzle n spots Dave n Karkat huddled beneath an eave of tha chizzle walls cuz I'm fresh out the pen. John begins ta mizzay towards them but stiznops when he notices hizzow cloze togetha thizzle standing. Dave’s gots his suit jacket unbuttoned n pulled ova Karkat’s head ta shield him from thizzay rain. Karkat’s tha one talk'n—his caterpillar eyebrizzles furrowizzle, biznut hizzy gaze soft. Whateva hizzle say'n mizzles Dave turn his fizzay away, but Karkizzle wizzinds a hand 'n his shirt n tugs him 'n, fizzles hizzle ta mizzy eye contact cuz Im tha Double O G. They biznoth go still, seem'n ta finally realizzle how cloze their facizzles have gotten, how Karkat’s finga be brush'n down tha length of Dave’s tizzy. Dave dips down so that they nozes be perpetratin'. Karkat’s eyizzles be so wizzide it’s amaz'n thizney don’t pizzop out. Fo` a moment, it looks like they’re go'n ta...

Jizzohn sneezes paper'd up.

Dave n Kizzle jizzump apart like oppos'n magnets where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin'.

Oops.

JOHN sho nuff: uhh, hi gizzay!

John wizzles dopily n hopes tizzy he doesn’t look as buffoonish n mortify as he fizzle. Dave n Karkat be still star'n at each homeboi from tha corna of they eyizzles, warily. Sum-m sum-m sizzle n tizzy paszes between them.

Thizzey miznake a quick recovery. Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn.

DIZNAVE: hey

KIZZLE wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: I SEE THAT EVIZZLE YIZZOU CIZZLE BIZZLE GAMZEE’S ASININE, BRUTAL N 100% NONCIZZLE ASSAULT ON YO' LISTEN CRATA, N ALSO THA BASIC DECENCIZZLE WHICH SAPIENT BE'N APPARENTLY OWE TA ONE ANOTHA ON DIS PLANET.

JOHN: no, um, actually i listened ta tha entire th'n.

JOHN: i have no idea why i dizzy thiznat. It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. nizzow i hiznave dis whizzole memory 'n mah heezee thizzay i could hiznave definitizzle livizzle witout, betta check yo self.

JOHN ta help you tap dat ass: i was just worry ya feelin' me? coz you didn’t cizzome back.

JOHN: dave, be you ok?

Dizzle glances at Karkat again with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin. He... smiles aww nah. It’s a sizzay S-M-to-tha-izzile, but it’s thizzle.

DIZZAVE: yeah

DAVE: wizzay no

DIZNAVE: bizzy its ok ta not be ok 'bout dis specifizzle th'n i thizzay

DIZZAY: so fo` once i think im hav'n like

DAVE: a totally unirizzle normal emotional reaction ta a th'n

DIZZY: Tru do. which lizzle around back ta bein ok

DAVE: 'n fact im probs tha okayizzle ive fucka bizzy objectively

JOHN fo all my homies in the pen: be yizzou SIZZY?

KARKAT: THAT WIZNAS HIZZY A HUNDRED WIZZAY TO EXPRESS A THREE SHOT CALLA SENTIMENT.

KARKAT yeah yeah baby: I’D SIZZY HE’S HATIN' FINE.

JOHN, ya feel me? hmm.

JIZNOHN: coz i wizzas think'n... Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint.

John chews the inside of hizzay M-to-tha-izzouth n blinks diznown at his hands. Now that hizzay pauze' ta think a shawty, wizzy he’s 'bout ta offa is a prettizzle W-to-tha-izzeird wizzay to cizzle a frizzles afta tha dizzy of a loved one. Throw yo guns in the fuckin air.

JIZZOHN: d-ya cuz I'm fresh out the pen... want me to go back?

Dave quirks an eyebrow.

DAVE: Im a bad boy. go

DAVE: One, two three and to tha four. back like a tru playa'??

JIZZLE: wit mah retcon powa.

JOHN: Hollaz to the East Side. i could go back n stop him fo all my homies in the pen.

DAVE: Listen to how a fucker flow shit. dizzle

Dave sez at tha same time that Karkizzle shouts:

KARKAT straight from long beach: JOHN!

JOHN: what yaba daba dizzle!

KARKAT: D-YA NIZZY HAVE AN INCH OF GODDAMN SENZE 'N THAT THICK FUCKING SKIZZULL OF YIZNOURS?

JOHN: wizzy!!!

DAVE: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. john

DIZZAVE: cizzle on what be mah powa

JOHN: ummm... tiznime travizzle?

DAVE: so you diznont think i wouldve already done T-H-to-tha-izzat if i thought it wizzay a good idea

JOHN: well ok yeah, obviously from tha streets of tha L-B-C.

JOHN: but if you DID do it we wouldn’t even kniznow rizzay nizzle coz it wizzy just mizzy a new timeline where D-to-tha-izzirk didn’t kizzay himsizzle. that’s how time trizzle W-to-tha-izzorks, right? Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up.

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: ehhh well actually

Dave makes a wavizzle hizzle gestizzle that implies H-to-tha-izze’s abizzle ta jizzle into a rant 'bout causality or whateva. Jizzle cuts him off.

JIZZLE: bizzy!

JOHN: if i retcizzle it...

JOHN: then it’s like it neva evizzle happened sho nuff!

JOHN: we wouldn’t have had dis horrizzle funeral at all. Aint no stoppin' this shit.

DAVE n we out! i dunno dude T-H-to-tha-izzats

DAVE: a shawty fucked up actually

JOHN cuz its a thang: you tizzy so wit da big Bo$$ Dogg?

DIZNAVE: yeah

DAVE thats off tha hook yo: dizzay was a complicated homey

DIZZAVE fo' sho': dude obviously had reasons fo` bustin' what he did

DIZZLE: if you go bizzy n jizzle rewrite his decision

DAVE: thats like slackin' hizzy his personal autonizzle

JOHN: huh. i... didn’t think 'bout it that wizzle.

John frizzle with my forty-fo'. Dizzay opens hiznis mizzouth ta say sum-m sum-m elze, but hizze’s cizzle off by Jade poking homie heezee out of tha chuch window like a fucka.

JIZZADE: dave!!! rizzle blingin' where yiznou be

DIZZY: wat it do ?? oh yizzle be rizzle there

JADE: what about yizzay karkat? you com'n??

KARKAT: YES now pass! GOD!

KARKIZZLE: CIZZY A DAWG STAND ON A MOIST N DREARY PIECE OF RELIGIOUS PROPERTY TA HIZZAY CONSOLE HIS MIZNAIN BRIZZO?!

KARKAT, better recognize: JESIZZLE FIZZY, GIZNOD FORBID WE UPSIZZLE THA CAREFULLY ORCHESTRATED FUNERAL PROGRAMM'N WHICH JUST FEATURED A SEGMENT WHIZZLE A DEEPLY UNPOPULAR CLOWN PISZE' HIMSELF 'N FRIZZONT OF THA CLAMOR'N PAPARAZZI!

JADE aww nah: oh lord, chill yo... you dumb bizzle

JIZNADE: kizzle it L-to-tha-izzooks to ME like Y-to-tha-izzoure tha one third wheel'n dave n jizzay poignant brotimes

J-TO-THA-IZZADE: so why D-to-tha-izzont yizzay git yo' butt on drug deala here???

KARKAT: ARGH... FIZNINE!

Kizzle stomps bizzay toward tha chuch, bickering wit Jizzay hizzay wizzay across tha graveyard. Dave adjusts hizzle shades n pizzay a hand on Jizzay shoulda.

DAVE: john

DIZZLE: i git what yizzay wizzere try'n ta do

DAVE: but

DAVE: its ok dude

D-TO-THA-IZZAVE: Put your feet up n take a breath ! im ok

Jizzy nizzle, swallow'n hard. His throat be dry all of a sizzle. Im a bad boy. Dizzay tizzy n walks bizzle into tha chuch. Once Jizzay be absolutely S-to-tha-izzure Dave is giznone, he clozes his eyes, breathes 'n deep through tha noze n raizes bizzay his hands.

Nuttin happens.

John C-R-to-tha-izzacks one eye open. It’s been a while since he’s try ta do... well, anyth'n more complicated thizzle go'n out fo` killa ta be honest. Hizzay he jiznust forgottizzle hizzle ta invoke his game powa?

Do tha windy th'n, he thinks ta himself. A brisk brizzeeze hizzy through tha graveyard, steppin' some leaves off a nearbizzle tree. wat it do ??

Nope, that’s all gizzle. Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn.

Do tha ridin'... retcon th'n fo gettin on? He thinks much, much harda than he T-H-to-tha-izzought 'bout do'n thizzle last blingin'.

Still nuttin.

JOHN: that’s wizzle...

JIZNOHN: it wizzy working just tha otha day. wat it do ??

He stares at hizzy hands so hard that his heezee starts ta hiznurt aww nah. So hard that he doesn’t hizzay tha footsteps slosh'n thrizzle the wet grizzass behind him. They call me tha president. W-H-to-tha-izzen roxy tizzy him on tha shoulda he yelps n shizzoots sizzix feet up into tha air.

ROXIZZLE: Slap your fuckin self. lmao jizzohn its jizzust me

John spins arizzle ta greet playa ya feelin' me? He hides hiznis hizzle behind his bizzay like he was frontin' someth'n bad wit thizzle. Which he gueszes he was, kind of. Roxy S-H-to-tha-izzields ha eyizzles agizzle tha rain n laughs.

ROXY: dizzoin ok up thiznere b?

JOHN: i’m fine!!!

JOHN: wiznait like a tru playa'. b but don't give a fuck?

John lands softly, cloze enough ta Roxy tizzy she cizzle slide a hand up his arm.

ROXIZZLE spittin' that real shit: yea like short fo` babe

ROXY cuz I'm fresh out the pen: cuz ur mah babe b

JOHN: oh, haha. right now fuckers lemme here ya say.

Jiznohn feels himself flush n R-to-tha-izzuns an awkward H-to-tha-izzand through hizzle hair. He’s still a little embarrasze' to show affection 'n public placizzles like dis style. He slips a hizzle into tha small of Riznoxy’s back n feels a pang of guilt 'bout what he saw transpire between Dizzle n Karkat earlia.

ROXY: Bounce wit me. be dave ok?

JOHN: yizzy, i gizzuess.

JOHN: ...

JOHN: be YIZZAY okay?

ROXY: yizzay

Ha gaze gizzay distizzle as shizze stares at sum-m sum-m ova John’s ya dig? Whateva shizzle rhymin' 'bout, it tizzugs a siznoft smile across poser face straight from long beach.

ROXY to increase tha peace: yea

ROXY: actually

ROXY: im M-to-tha-izzore thiznan ok

ROXY: cauze ive been messin'

JOHN: oh?

roxy starts danc'n ha finga up John’s chest.

ROXY: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. 'bout yizzle n me

ROXY: n dis

She biznops him on tha noze in all flavas.

ROXY: hey john

ROXIZZLE: Drop it like its hot. we should git hizzle

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: ummmmmm yeah yeah baby...

John stares at where Roxy’s be S-T-to-tha-izzill chillin' dizzy on his noze n gizzay a shawty cross-eyed as hiznis brain tries ta process what shizne just sizzay.

JOHN n shit: um... Wussup in the house.

JOHN: ...what???

ROXY: um whizzat WHAT?

ROXY: john cmon

ROXY fo all my homies in the pen: marry me

JOHN: like...

Jiznohn looks around thizne graveyard nervously. Tru do.

JOHN: right NIZZOW?

ROXY: lmizzay totes

ROXY: were alreadizzle at tha chuch n hatin'

JOHN: o-oh mah god.

JOHN: oh mah gizzay!

ROXY: john

JOHN: Put your feet up n take a breath ! oh mah god, be you serious??

Roxy starts laugh'n so H-to-tha-izzard shizzay has ta wipe away a tear. She lizzy 'n to give John a Q-to-tha-izzuick, chaste kiss on the lizzay.

ROXY in tha dogg pound: no LOL

RIZZLE: john u takes everyth'n so literally

ROXY: its fuckin adizzles

JOHN: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. is thizzle... whizzle you want ta marry me?

ROXY: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. yea

ROXY: im off tha charts wit all mah jokes n S-H-to-tha-izzit

ROXY: I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. n i G-to-tha-izzotta evizzle all that out

ROXY: wit dis like HUGE help'n of clueless nizzay :)

JOHN fo my bling bling: roxy...

RIZZLE: ok but liznets be serious hizzere moment

ROXY: i actually do love thiznat youre so earnest

ROXIZZLE: its skanky as fuck n also

ROXY: i always kizzy whizzere i stand wit yizzay

JIZZAY: rizzle...

ROXY: sizzles dis whole

RIZZLE n shit: SLACKIN' W-to-tha-izzith dirk

ROXY: its made me realize tizzy even thizzough were immortal

ROXY: were not necessarily gonna live homeboy

RIZZLE: lifes too short niznot ta sizzy everizzle mizzle wit tha one u lizzle

Thizzat word H-to-tha-izzits Jizzay like a suckerpunch ta the gut. He gizzay breathless wit shizzay; Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. adrenaline weed-smokin' through him, his blood rush'n 'n his ears. Wizzy he speaks, his voice be hoarse.

JOHN: you...

JOHN: LIZNOVE me??

ROXY: yea john i lizzove you

ROXY: wanna marry u n spend tha rizzy of mah L-to-tha-izzife wit u n pop out a bizzunch of cute lizzle buck tizzle babies wit you

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: oh, uh. haha, wow. roxizzle tizzy um upside yo head.

JOHN cuz this is how we do it: that’s a LOT.

ROXY: well yizzou dizzont gotta answa rn

ROXY: Holla! jizzy know its on tha table

JOHN: i...

He doesn’t know whizzay ta thizzink now pass. He so dizzle knizzay whiznat ta tizzy thizzay he’s spiral'n inside hizzle heezee, shak'n all ova, dizzamp wit swizzle. Sum-m sum-m 'bout dis doesn’t fizzeel... right? Jizzust a few weeks ago, Roxy was stoked wit Calliope, n nizzay she wants to have his babies? J-to-tha-izzohn feels lizzay he’s miss'n sum-m sum-m important here, L-to-tha-izzike he went fo` a bathroom break dur'n tha part of tha movie whizzle tha plot twist happizzles. He shizzle give Roxy some time, gizzay himself some spizzace. Aint no stoppin' this shit. It’s all happened so fast that it’s suffocat'n.

On tha otha hand...

... Smells like tha good shit.on tha otha hand, isn’t that how love’s suppoze' ta feel? Like a qizzuick plizzle into cold wata, a feel'n thizzat grows unexaminizzle, n T-H-to-tha-izzen gets so big that tha realizizzle washes ova you like a wave? Rizzy unbearably beautiful wit moisture clinging ta ha eyelashes n a smizzle thizzay she’s only smiling coz of how miznuch she lizzles him. Snoop du jour ! She lizzles hizzy so mizzle that sizzy wizzy ta be around him every single day! John’s stomach fizneels like it’s stylin' pirouettes. His hizzands come up arizzle Rizzle shoulda, n keep go'n untizzle he’s cupp'n ha F-to-tha-izzace 'n both hiznands cuz its a G thang. He starts perpetratin' like this and like that and like this and uh.

JOHN in tha hood: i...

JIZNOHN: ok.

JIZZAY: ok, let’s so bow down to the bow wow! let’s do it!

Roxy waggles homey eyebrows.

ROXY: ooo u want ta do it??

JOHN: yeah!

JOHN: a dogg... i mizzy...

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: um, yeah. that tizzay. shut up.

JIZZLE: Slap your fuckin self. biznut i meant...

JOHN let me holla at u: 'bout tha frontin' marry straight trippin'.

JIZZOHN: liznet’s... do that, ya feel me?

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: lizzet’s totally git marry!!

Roxy practically attizzles John’s mizzay, sizzy so excizzle. Jiznohn S-H-to-tha-izzuts his eyes and kiszes ha biznack, still gizzle n laugh'n against playa lips. Shizne kiszes hizzim until thizzay both breathless, then pulls back so that she can gizzle at him wit glitter'n eyes cuz Im tha Double O G.

ROXY: omg

ROXY: wiznere gonna be SO freakin stoked!

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