#god i hate them ugh i hope they explode

[not-so-plus-ultra]

Look, I'm not saying you have to like Kazuki and Enta together when nothing canon is explicitly stated, but I can't think of the post-Enta-getting-1-hit-KO'd scene with Kazuki looking at him lying in the hospital bed as anything but a romantic realization. Sure you could think that Kazuki falling to his knees thinking Enta can't die without "telling (him) how he feels" as just him wanting them to be open and honest with each other again even if he doesn't reciprocate or something but it just feels like some tragic gay shit to me right there. I think Kazuki just hadn't acknowledged learning about Enta's crush up until then because he was too worried about other things + with how much he struggles with connecting with others perhaps he was scared that if he thought too much about it and realized he liked Enta back, that their connection could change, that maybe something could get messed up thay cant be messed by staying friends, and just not thinking about it was the safest thing to do. But that hospital scene? Him watching his best friend die and falling to his knees and the first thing he thinks about is *god i wish you live through this and come and confess to me* ???

Also something silly I noticed but Kazuki gets a lot more physically affectionate with him right after the fact, too. Kazuki's always loving to his friends, but until then I had never seen him going in for a hug or anything like that, but the second Enta is back, albeit in his kappa form, he regularly kneels down to him and holds him close. And Enta's very clearly all 😳😳 about it too, Kazuki might be THICK as CONCRETE for most of the series but you can't miss your bestie blushing like hell because of your hugs right after you learnt he's been simping for you for years on end. And you could think it's just because he was so scared of losing him (and he was, not saying otherwise) but I don't think Kazuki would just get touchy like that knowing Enta's crush to go and get his hopes high like that

Or maybe I am delusional as all hell because I am OBSESSED with them. Don't take my gay kappa brainrot too seriously :P

[blue2black]

Has anyone seen the Class Of 09 animation that was posted a month ago?

I love the two games and I REALLY loved the anime one. I really hope they get the sources they need to make more of it! :)

But, anyway, the anime kinda reminded me of a dynamic Ghost, Gaz and Soap could’ve had if they ever knew each other in high school.

Allow me to demonstrate:

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Gaz: …is this what cam girls feel like?

Ghost: I feel like cam girls do a little more than we did.

Gaz: But at least they get paid, we had to flirt with that weirdo for free.

Ghost: No, we lost a bet. That’s not free, it’s just hoe and pro bono.

Gaz: Why would you put up flirting with Graves in the first place?

Ghost: Oh, so you thought she could steal that hot dog roller?

Gaz: No! But…ugh, just that whole class yesterday.

Gaz: “WoW, gRaVeS, yOuR nArUtO dRaWiNgS aRe So GoOd”—EW.

Ghost: That wasn’t even the worst part. People had to watch us do that.

Gaz: Plus, he probably won’t leave me alone for like, a month now. He’s gonna go home to his video games and make created characters of us..

Ghost: Yeah, he’ll kill us in Grand Theft Auto.

Gaz: You can make characters in Grand Theft Auto?

Ghost: Do I look like a bitch who would know?

Gaz: Whatever.

Gaz: God, I need a Xanax. *reaching in his back pocket*

Gaz: Wait, where’d I put it-

Ghost: *has the Xanax on his tongue and swallows*

Gaz: Bitch, that was my last Xan! How’d you take that??

Ghost: Quick hands.

Ghost: Ass and Xanax, what a combo.

Gaz: Goes together like peanut butter and percocet.

Ghost, mimicking Graves: “This is true”.

Gaz: Oh yeah, he kept doing that! “This is true”.

Ghost: Like he’s too good to say “yeah”, he has to be a scientist about it.

Gaz: Oh, and what about: “Uhmmm, okaayy”.

Ghost: I HATE it when they do that. Like, they gotta sound like the gay, comic, relief cat in every Disney movie.

Gaz: “ThIs Is TrUe”.

Ghost: “ThIs Is TrUe”.

Gaz: “YeS, iN fAcT”.

Ghost: “QuItE tHe InTeReStInG oUtFiT”.

Gaz: “Stop screaming, we’re having sex”.

Soap, in the distance: What are you doing?

Gaz and Ghost: *startled*

Soap, walking up to them holding McDonald’s fries: Sounds like you had a class with Graves.

Ghost: He has McDonald’s—Johnny, where’d you get McDonald’s?

Soap: …McDonald’s?

Ghost, holding out his hand: Bitch, give me a chip.

Soap, pulling the fries away: Is that how you ask?

Ghost, still holding out his hand: Bitch, PLEASE give me a chip.

Gaz: And yeah, we had a class with Graves.

Soap, feeding a fry to Ghost: Me too, I could tell.

Soap: He was drawing pictures of you guys the whole class.

Gaz: No way.

Ghost, with his mouth full: What are we doing on the pictures?

Soap: Like, being cute. Making kissy faces with hearts around it.

Gaz: SIMON, we’re gonna get murdered. We’re gonna get murdered by a guy who can’t even tie his FUCKING shoes. *slams his fist on the table*

Ghost: Well, at least he won’t torture us, can’t tie a rope either.

Soap: Yeah, but I ripped them up and threw them in the trash. Told that hoe to watch it.

Gaz: You’re the best, John.

Soap: I know.

Soap, walking away: Okay, I gotta go sell the janitor Adderall, I’ll see you guys later.

Ghost, once Soap’s gone: …he’s like the hottest man ever.

Gaz: And I love his hair.

Ghost: What’s gayer, dating a guy or wanting a guy to have sex with your dead body?

Gaz: Uh…dating a guy?

Ghost: Still straight… *sighs*

Gaz: What were we talking about…?

Gaz: Oh yeah, so, what’re we doing for marketing?

Ghost: It’s the movie casting thing, right?

Gaz: Yeah, yeah, so, I was thinking- *BOOM*

*Ghost and Gaz pause and look behind Gaz*

Ghost: I think the AC exploded again.

Gaz, looking back at Ghost: That scared me, but yeah.

Gaz: The challenge should be a cast of bald guys who don’t look like they say the n-word.

Ghost: How is that a challenge?

Gaz: Name one.

Ghost: Vin Diesel—no, wait…

Ghost: Bruce Willis—wow, this is challenging.

*BOOM BOOM*

Gaz: Damn, that’s a lot of AC units.

INTERCOM: *static* ATTENTION STUDENTS AND FACILITY ARE IN EMERGENCY LOCKDOWN. PLEASE FOLLOW PROCEDURES AT THIS TIME. *static*

Gaz: ..what the fuck was that about?-

*Ghost and Gaz flinch at the BOOM’s and people yelling and screaming behind the wall*

Ghost: Is that…

Gaz, getting up: GRAVES SNAPPED. WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE.

Ghost, not moving: Huh…

Gaz: What’re you doing?! Let’s go!

Ghost: We flirted with him yesterday, we’re the last people he’d kill. Just chill out.

Gaz: That’s easy for you to say, you took my last Xanax!

*Ghost watches as Gaz runs away*

Ghost, sitting there listening to the gunshots and screams: …

Ghost, noticing Gaz walking back to him: I thought you were running for it.

Gaz, sitting back down: Security locked the doors…

*BOOM*

Ghost: Damn, that was a big one.

Gaz: He won’t be in rush hour three.

*they both sit there listening to the banging and yells*

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Original:

[earlysunshines]

hehehehehe fake dating trope 🤸🤸🏃🚴🚴hihihhihi🤭🤭🫣 hiii ☀️

AAAAHGGRGHHH im going to explode hhhh this this ugh man I cant put it into words but I understood so perfectly the vibe of minji making yn stoping ranting and becoming calmer the lounging glances...yesss yes.

man the nephew part STOOPP,, this holiday I was with my little 2year nephew too and that little human tires me out SO MUCH MAN 2 AM AND HE STILL HAD ENERGY HOWWW

not minji being a pillar AGAIN man im about to jumP

😮‍💨man........i want a minji as a girlfriend too.........good one babes good one feeling a little too single rn but this was sooo fluffy god 🚶 🧍

AND btw the hanni one was soo cute too!! love to read your random tmi's and some becoming fic, felt myself as hanni cause my stupid ahh tropical country i never ice skated before but I believe it's probably cool!

anyway late merry christmas for you!! hope it was a good one and tysm for the little present hh a good warmth in the heart,, ty for being so kind to my little silly reviews all year too 🫶I usually really am just on the spectator side but felt yours hitting so different that I had to write a little abt it hehe,,,, well thats it happy early new years too!!

-with much love, 🤟 anon

LOOOOOVE fake dating trope i just love cliche tropes i do nooot care i will always overuse them LOL

no bc i had to lock in during that scene i mean it was brief but it has happened to me before i fear... had to capture the most i could ykyk

NO yEAH I HAD TO SPEND THE HOLDIDAYS with a bunch of children i fear im the oldest of a lot of coursins mind you the youngest one is idek probably no younger than four... kids are craaazzy but i do love hanging out with them even if they're crazy i just love being teh cool older cousin that can throw them at the couch and make them laugh LOL ugh minji would throw kids into soft items.... i need her

im always feeling too single this is why i write... i fear... also i hate dating so like oooops

no yeah a lot of my irl experiences that are rly funny i always immeidately assign them to hanni i fear... and nooo tropical country!! i mean we didn't have a white christmas so i kind of feel your pain?? perchance?? i still wore a puffer looool but last christmas i was in a very warm country so

THANK YOU FOR SENDING YOUR LITTLE REVIEWS!! they always make me so happy and i'm always so eager to read them and respond to them the best i can (which is why i respond late to yours) and thank you for making this year enjoyable with your reviews AND merry late christmas and early new year!!!

[confuzzled-crow77]

For 👏🏼 The 👏🏼 Future

Okay, first of all, a good friend of mine recommended (and by that I mean bugged me until I caved) to watch the Owl House, and I half wished that they hadn’t. I now have a constant feeling of frustration and hatred toward Disney for canceling the show. Anyway…

Well, I’m here so might as well make the best of it. Random voice-acting bits that I ADORED: At the very beginning when King said, “goodbye” after the door exploded, and right after that when the Collector said, “I’m free, I’m free! I haven’t felt this good in forever and ever! It’s like the whole world is singing!” It’s just *chef’s kiss*

Also when Camila screamed after sitting down on the ground-eyeballs. It sounded so authentic and throat-ripping! (Should I be happy about that?)

Obviously there’s a lot more than that but I don’t feel like typing it out. Okay, but one more thing: I first watched it when I had by earbuds in, and I almost threw up when I heard Belos slooching and slawching around. It was disgusting and amazing.

I didn’t know that Huntlow was kind of a love-or-hate kind of thing in the fandom. I personally…llliiiiikkkeeeeee it. I get that Willow was one of the first people to show Hunter kindness and I love both of their characters but I just can’t get into it. Of course all characters and relationships are going to be rushed but at least Lumity had some semblance of development. Ugh, not their fault.

Eda and Lilith’s new hairstyles = yes. Raine’s new mullet = yes even though Belos is now currently eating away at their flesh.

I would feel bad that Odalia is a servant to the Collector but…it’s Odalia. Come now, let’s be real here.

Okay, I’ve seen numerous fanarts of how Flapjack’s powers could manifest in Hunter, and I love his teleportation ability but…red wings. RED WINGS PEOPLE!! *cough* anyway

Let’s address the elephant in the room. No, not Liz’s palisman. No, not Willow’s emotional scenes. No, not the Collector being a lonely, abandoned little guy. *deep intake of breath* MATT THOLOMULE PEOPLE WHAT THE SHI-

I will never spell it “Mat Tholomule.” Never. Steve is one of my favorite characters (he’s like my…sixth favorite), and I really want some scenes with him and Matty since they’re half-brothers and we were robbed of their backstory but it’s probably not important enough to include in the last episode. Steve Tholomule…

I adore Luz’s palisman, though I like the egg’s color scheme more. Hey, I’m not complaining though. I just have one problem…Stringbean brings up bad memories of expired baked beans that had been left in the sun too long. No hate, duh. Her lil’ kitten ears are so cute!

Boscha is a simp for Amity…

Kikimora isn’t dead…

My predictions for the last episode (*distant sobbing*): Raine is going to die, but the Collector is going to revive them. The dude has Belos eating away at them, and they doesn’t have a Flapjack. (…is that grammar?)

Owlbert, Lilith’s palisman, and the Bat Queen are going to fight for the Boiling Isles!! They’re nowhere to be seen, and they’re way too important to leave out.

The Collector and King are going to team up against Belos in a fight of Gods!! And the only way for the good guys to prevail will be the Owl Crew!

Caleb will talk and his voice will be Hunter’s. Maybe if/when Belos dies all the Golden Guards of the past and Caleb will come to thank Hunter or Caleb talks to Belos as he’s dying.

Belos will go berserk against Eda since with her new hairstyle, she’s the spitting image of Evelyn.

There will be a lot of crying involved, both for the characters and the audience.

My hopes and dreams:

Steve and Matt scene! (Highly unlikely)

Stringbean being OP as crap and using her snakeshifting ability in battle by stinging as a scorpion, blowing flames as a dragon, and flying as a bat. (Pretty likely)

A “some years in the future” scene/ a flash forward scene. (Dear GOD I HOPE SO)

okay thats it *owl house voice* byeeeeeeeeeeee

[twin-scars]

WIP Wednesday

Oh God he hated the music. It would’ve been tolerable if it were played at a low level, but hearing it at a brain-oozing 150 decibels was going to make his head explode. Why did he come? He hated parties more than he hated his asshole father. Someone bumped into him and beer splashed onto his black t-shirt. The person had wandered off before he could yell at them. He clenched his jaw. That was it. He had to get out of here. He pushed his way through a hundred sweaty bodies, all bouncing and swaying, their neon glowsticks blinding him. Unlike Sheryl Crow, he didn’t want to have fun, and if this was fun, he had enough of it for the night. The house was suffocating him, and he didn’t find relief until the cool night air hit his cheeks. He breathed in and savored the taste of freedom from bad music and drunk people. “Couldn’t stand the party either?” He jumped. He turned around and stifled a gasp. A petite girl with cherried lips was smirking from the far corner of the porch. Her intense blue eyes studied him, and the aqua colored eyeshadow she had applied only made her orbs more electric. She did a once over of him which made him nervous, and he found himself hoping he met her approval. It was difficult to play it cool--her white handkerchief dress hugged her curves and gave him a generous view of her cleavage. “Uh--yeah, I hate parties.” He watched her clip her wavy hair back into a ponytail. The curls stuck to her sweaty cheeks in tendrils and he had to fight the urge to swoop them away. With every graceful motion she made, he felt more and more that this girl was a goddess. “Then why are you here?” she giggled. She dug in her small purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and selected one for herself. She held out the pack and Jonathan snagged one. Before she could reach for her lighter, he took his out of his pocket and lit her cigarette before lighting his own. They both took a long drag before he answered. “I’m not sure, really.” He wasn’t lying. He wasn’t sure. All he knew was he saw the flyer last week and something within him said, go. He didn’t want to mention it, but it felt like going to this party was going to change his life, which was stupid. How could a party change anyone’s life? Nevertheless, he was here. “Not sure? You mean you didn’t come for the kick ass music and awesome company?” she snorted. “Ugh, no,” he wrinkled his nose. She laughed. He liked the sound of it. He wanted to hear it again. “I’m Nancy Wheeler,” she held out her hand. “Jonathan Byers,” he grinned.

[kudosmyhero]

Daredevil (vol. 1) #98: Let There Be -- Death!

Read Date: February 21, 2022 Cover Date: April 1973 ● Writer: Gerry Conway ◦ Steve Gerber ● Penciler: Gene Colan ● Inker: Ernie Chua ● Colorist: George Roussos ● Letterer: Shelly Leferman ● Editor: Roy Thomas ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● ugh, I hate it when characters refer to themselves as "hero." I don't think that's a label that can be self-applied. Does that bug anyone else? ● oo, Daredevil gets bitch-slapped

● I feel bad for the guy under Dark Messiah. I hope Mordecai Jones can be saved. ● so Josiah can create sonic vibration from his hands… ● MacAbee can control the elements… ● and Uriah can control reality ● with these powers combined, they are the DISCIPLES OF DOOOOOM! (no literally, that's what they're called) ● Dark Messiah drops the force field, then he and his Disciples just fuck off somewhere, leaving DD to ask, "dafuq?" ● Daredevil knows he's heard the heartbeat before but can't recall where ● heh, at least Matt has his sunglasses in a drawer and wasn't wearing them under his cowl like he used to ● out in San Francisco, Mordecai and his Disciples of Doom are carrying out a cleansing of some kind. their first victim, a cable car ● Black Widow's recent wound from Man-Bull acts up on her and she passes out from pain ● I think this might be the single most creepiest panel I've yet come across on my comic reading adventures (and I've seen the Transformers' holomatter human avatars and their creepy fixed smiles!) :

● they take the fight into a local shop, and the proprietor shakily holds a gun on them ● jeez, did Dark Messiah just kill that guy on panel? o_0 ● Daredevil: "Come off it, Mordecai! You're no god--just an overgrown kid with weird eyes and a talent for acrobatics!" -- DD, you literally just described yourself… ● but DD jogged his own memory by saying "acrobatics" and remembers where he's heard that heartbeat before ● … so Dark Messiah just… exploded when he was forced to remember who he was? ● 👏👏

Synopsis: Forced to fight the Disciples of Doom alone, Daredevil is easily overmatched by the group who leave after showing him their power. Resuming his civilian life, Matt eventually resumes his Daredevil guise when the Disciples attack the city with their powers.

The Black Widow aids Daredevil in the fight, however she overtaxes herself due to her injuries sustained battling the Man-Bull and has to sit out the fight. Daredevil battles each of the Disciples one-on-one defeating them all until he faces the Dark Messiah. Finally recognizing him as the street performer Mordecai Jones, Daredevil confronts him with this truth. The Dark Messiah denies this, and such denial causes a backlash of his powers, that explodes seemingly destroying himself and his followers, although Daredevil survives the explosion.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Daredevil_Vol_1_98)

Fan Art: Daredevil by pungang

Accompanying Podcast: ● Josh and Jamie Do Daredevil - episode 14

[salsflore]

... nobody look at the tags i’m two steps away from losing my mind and need to let it out

[luversgirl]

MY OBX REC LIST

( ☾ = angst, ☆ = head-canon, ❀ = fluff, ✧ = smut )

rafe cameron

— mr. ghost face ✧ ( so mf funny )

— craving ✧ ( no words 😶 )

— ab riding ✧ ( oh. my. god. part 2, OH . MY. GOD )

— always been there ( series )

— manic ☾ ( love this )

— father figure ( i would die for this series. )

— eyeliner ☾ ❀

— love language ❀

— good luck charm ☾ ❀ ( qb!rafe >>> )

— honey ✧ ( series, rafe being a sub? yes please )

— euro trip ( series feat topper boi )

— broken mirror ❀ ( ma heart, it hurts )

— the aftermath ✧ ( definition of me: whore for threesomes )

— rafey ❀ ☾ ( my heart omg )

— I want you to  ❀

— qb!rafe teaching you how to play football ❀ ( aww )

— dazed ✧ ( *walks to church* )

— won’t give up ☾ ( damn daniel part 2 )

— unexpected ✧ ( oh my lordy lord )

jj maybank

— not perfect ☾ ( series )

— kick his ass ❀ ( i cant omg my heart part 2 )

— last year ☾

— sorry ✧

— bad day ❀ ☾ ( crying rn )

— wonder what she thinks of me ✧ ☾

— stains ☾ ( my heart = 💔 part 2 )

— the project ❀

— take a seat, princess ✧

— oh baby ☾

— tears ☾ ❀ ( the end omg )

— the challenges of having sex in a dorm room ✧

— forever? always ❀ ☾ ( ma heart, ma soul )

— pornhub ❀ ✧

— i thought i lost you ☾ ( ahhh )

— bellyache ☾ ( part two )

— cuts and bruises ❀

— shark bait ☾ ❀ ( chomp chomp )

— hot and bothered ✧

— touch starved ❀ ( i want this ahhhhh )

sarah cameron

— beach moments ✧

— dear diary ❀ ( so muck fluff my heart is gonna explode )

— take my breath ✧ ( feat jj )

— choose ☾ ❀ ( the end omg )

— experimental love ✧

— truth or dare ❀ ( jj was so funny lmao )

— that's my girlfriend ❀

— first time ✧ ( I’m a slut 4 sarah idk if u noticed )

— cruel summer ☾ ❀

— mine ☾ ✧

pope heyward

— cuddles ❀

— playing both sides ✧ ( feat rafe )

— better things to come ❀ ( awe )

— imagine ✧ ( their works >>> )

— grand gesture ❀ ( i want this so bad omg )

— lesson 1 don’t eat out your best friends girlfriend ✧

— in your room ❀

— nothing compares ☾

— enough for you ☾ ( sad we lost pope then we got rafe 😼 )

— popes secret ☾ ❀

— soft fingering ✧

barry

— salvation in the form of your grace ☾ ( sobbinggg )

— soft ❀ ( awe )

— dating barry headcanon ✧ ❀ ☆

— jealousy ✧

— a proposal ❀

— barry x hippie!reader ❀ ☆ ( shitting tears rn )

— nsfw alphabet ✧ ☆

— peach ✧ ( feat rafe of course )

— fucked around ❀ ( i can’t i can’t omg )

john b

— have mercy ✧

— where were you in the morning ❀ ( theirs more parts )

— i’m a what? ❀ ☾ ( i luv this sm )

— meeting the mother ❀ 

— flying high ❀ ( went on my first fight a in aug, feel u john b )

— drive in movie ✧ ( luv this song )

— red handed ✧ ( feat jj, so mf hot omggg )

— safe haven ☾ ❀

— our secret ❀ ☾ ( i hate luke 🔪🔪🔪 )

— always knew ☾ ❀

— off his mind ☾ ( ugh the angsttt )

— hold me ( content warning//sa )

— miles and miles ☾ ❀ ( so mf cute )

— rich and sad ✧ ☾

— if you ever want to be in love ❀ ( the call ahhhhh )

— morning ✧ ( i hope them walls are thicker then they look )

kiara

— mercy ✧ ( feat ms sarah cameron ovi )

— girls need love ❀ ( the fluff ahhhhh )

— surfing lessons with kiara ❀ ( my heart omg )

— girlfriend ✧ ❀

— two of the same ❀ ( yall i- )

— can’t handle it ✧ ( feat sarah )

— kiss the girl ❀ ( so mf cute )

— wish i was sarah ☾ ❀ ( ugh the angst part 2 )

notes: omg tumbler got mad there’s 100 links oops imma probably make another one lol anyway go read the fics by all these amazingly talented writers!!!

[thearvariblues]

Sing Me a Song

“You Geralt of Rivia’s bard?”

Jaskier looks up from his notepad and grins at the man who’s just sat at the opposite side of the table.

“Technically, I used to be,” the bard says, taking a sip of his ale. “We had a tiny misunderstanding last year. I’m sure he’s gonna be fine, though, I’m just giving him some time to cool down and wallow in self-pity.”

Jaskier frowns, because his brain has finally caught up with his mouth and informs him that even though the man who asked the question is very pretty (and he is – a bit short, but lean and clearly very agile, brown-skinned, with dark, wavy hair and stunningly unnatural green eyes), he also has got two big, scary swords strapped to his back, way too many scars and has, in fact, only one green eye, the other being covered by an eye patch, presumably missing.

And then there’s the Cat school medallion on his chest.

As Geralt would say… fuck.

“Unless you’re here to kidnap me and torture me to lure him into a trap. If that’s the case, I’ve never met a Geralt of Rivia in my life. Also, if you harm a hair on my head, he will hunt you down and kill you, very slowly and painfully. Just a heads up,” Jaskier smiles, utterly failing to sound at least a little bit threatening.

“Thanks for the warning,” the Witcher laughs. “But I actually need you to write me a song.”

“Sorry, I’m afraid this bard already has a Witcher to praise,” Jaskier protests, shaking his head firmly.

“Ugh. Who says I want praise?” the man says, making a face. “I just can’t seem to find a friend of mine, so I need to make him find me.”

“With a song? Do I look like a fucking pied piper?” Jaskier smirks.

“A little, yeah.”

“Fair enough. What’s in it for me?”

“What do you think is going to happen once Geralt hears that his bard has found himself a new muse?” the Witcher grins.

“Oh,” Jaskier says, chuckling. “Oh, but that’s good.”

“Are you in, then?”

“Absolutely. And, uhm… What did you say your name was?”

“By the gods, where are my manners?” the Witcher laughs. “I’m Aiden.”

*

Geralt places two tankards of ale on the table and sits down with a grunt.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting old, Wolf,” his brother Lambert smirks and promptly pulls one of the tankards closer. “Because that almost sounded like Vesemir when he’s trying to get up from his chair.”

“You’re so fucking funny,” Geralt murmurs.

“I know, right?” Lambert grins, tucking a strand of curly red hair behind his ear. “So, how’s life on the Path without your beloved bard?”

“Not my bard.”

“So pretty fucking terrible, eh?” Lambert chuckles.

“Fuck off, Lambert.”

“You’re being very nice and friendly today, you know?”

“I bought you a drink. So shut up and… drink.”

Lambert shrugs and for once does what he’s told. Within a few seconds, half of the tankard’s content vanishes.

“If it’s any consolation, life without my Cat is also pretty fucking unbearable,” he says then.

“Hm.”

“Oh, really, Geralt? You’re using your famous hm against me? Me, your brother?!”

Geralt groans.

“By the gods… Why can’t I just run into Eskel for once? Why does it always have to be you?”

“You’re just lucky, I guess.”

“Lucky. Yeah.”

Lambert rolls his eyes and focuses on his ale again – until the local bard grabs his lute and starts playing a slow, romantic ballad. Lambert growls.

“Fuck, I hate that song!”

“Why?” Geralt blinks, because he’s never heard the song before, and to be perfectly honest, it doesn’t really sound that bad.

“A brown-skinned woman with dark hair who’s seemingly killed, then comes back to life already plotting her revenge, only to find out that her lover’s already avenged her? Always reminds me of Aiden.”

“Aiden wasn’t exactly… A woman, was he?”

“He also hasn’t come back to life, as far as I know,” Lambert mutters.

“Who wrote it?” Geralt frowns, listening carefully. “It sounds like Jaskier’s work.”

“Some Master Dandelion. Never heard of him, but it seems he’s very popular now.”

“Hmmm…”

“Oh, not again!” Lambert groans.

“It just… It really does sound like Jaskier’s song.”

“You just fucking miss the bard, Geralt, that’s all.”

“No. No, I actually think…”

“That might be exactly the problem,” Lambert says and places his empty tankard back on the table. “The second round’s on me.”

*

“Seems like your plan’s not working as intended,” Jaskier comments. He’s spent weeks traveling with Aiden, and they still haven’t even heard about another Witcher trying to find them.

“I’m aware,” Aiden mutters, chewing his dinner without even noticing its taste – which is, honestly, probably for the best. “Could you be, like… less subtle?”

Jaskier shrugs.

“I suppose.”

“Fine,” Aiden nods. “Do it.”

*

“It’s a man now,” Geralt frowns, listening to the song he’s heard countless times already. “That’s new.”

“Looks like Master Dandelion might like to, uhm, dual wield,” Lambert snorts.

“It still sounds like Jaskier’s work.”

“Does Jaskier like to dual wield?”

“Hmm,” Geralt says dreamily.

“All the more reason to apologize, then, eh?”

“Oh, shut up, Lambert…”

*

“Still not working!” Aiden groans. He’s been waiting for three months for his Wolf to find him, and to no avail.

“I could, you know… Try something more obvious,” Jaskier offers.

“Please.”

*

“It’s a cat now,” Geralt blinks. “Dark-skinned, dark-haired… cat.”

Lambert sighs.

“Yeah, I hate those fucking metaphors.”

*

“I’m starting to think I should have just… kept trying to find him,” Aiden sighs, staring out of the tavern’s window.

Jaskier, cheeks still flushed from his performance, downs his ale and shakes his head.

“Don’t give up hope just yet,” he says. “I’ve already made a few changes to the song.”

“Oh, have you?” Aiden smirks. “Does it now say Lambert, I’m alive you moron, stop hiding and fucking find me?”

“Well, not yet… But almost.”

“Great. I can’t wait to hear it.”

*

Lambert is staring at yet another local bard singing the fucking ballad. He doesn’t even blink. Geralt is getting a little worried that his brother’s brain might have actually exploded.

“It says a Cat Witcher now,” he says, hoping it would get a reaction out of Lambert.

The redhead finally blinks. That’s probably good.

“A Cat Witcher who comes back to life only to find out his Wolf lover has already avenged him,” Geralt adds.

Lambert blinks again.

“And you know, I’m almost sure that this Master Dandelion is just Jaskier’s new alias.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Lambert mutters when the song finally comes to its end.

“Which one of them?” Geralt smirks.

“Both of them!” Lambert growls. “I swear to gods, if I find out your stupid bard stole my Cat…”

“Excuse me, madam,” Geralt says to the innkeeper who’s just brought them their dinner. “Where did your bard learn this song?”

“That sappy ballad?” the innkeeper frowns. “From this Master Dandelion himself. He passed through the town last week with a Witcher.”

“And Master Dandelion…”

“You know the bard that calls himself Jaskier? It’s him with a fancy hat on,” she smirks.

“About this Witcher,” Lambert growls. “Does he look like in the song?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Kind of small for a Witcher, and almost too pretty, you know, but we had a little griffin problem and he slayed that beast like it was nothing, so…”

“I’m so gonna kill them both,” Lambert murmurs while Geralt has to try very hard not to chuckle.

“Would you happen to know where were they heading?” he asks.

“I would,” the woman says and looks at the Witcher expectantly.

“I see,” Geralt sighs. “You have another monster problem, don’t you?”

“Well. It turns out the griffin probably had a mate…”

“Of course it fucking did,” Geralt nods and picks up his fork. He simply refuses to deal with this with an empty stomach…

*

Jaskier critically eyes the clothes he’s picked for tonight’s performance.

“What do you think, Aiden?” he asks his companion. “Isn’t the purple a bit too much? It’s a small town, after all. Wouldn’t the steel blue look better?”

“I don’t know, I like the red one best,” Aiden shrugs from his spot on the bed.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Reminds you of Lambert’s hair,” Jaskier says, rolling his eyes. “Melitele’s tits, I wish he’d find us already, because this is getting really–”

As if on cue, the door of the room slams open and a big, red-haired man walks in.

“You fucking bitch!” he yells when he sees Aiden.

The dark-haired Witcher beams and gets to his feet.

“Lambs!”

“Oh. Okay. That was fast,” Jaskier nods.

Lambert growls and grabs Aiden by the collar.

“Asshole!” he hisses. “I fucking mourned you!”

“Oh, honey, that’s so sweet,” Aiden smiles.

Lambert pushes him against the wall, so hard that Aiden grunts.

“I cried for you!”

“In my defense, it wasn’t exactly my fault,” Aiden smiles.

Jaskier inches towards the door.

“I guess I’ll just… leave you two to it.”

Needless to say, Lambert ignores him completely.

“I fucking avenged you!”

“Yes, that was very kind of you,” Aiden grins, utterly unaffected by Lambert’s angry face so close to his own. “You saved me a lot of trouble.”

Lambert groans, buries his face in Aiden’s shoulder and sighs deeply.

“You fucker,” he mutters.

“Yeah, I missed you too, puppy,” Aiden smiles, wrapping his arms around Lambert.

Jaskier, who’s already standing in the doorway, places his hand on his heart and takes a deep breath.

“Oh,” he whispers. “I shall write the most beautiful ballad about this… Ow!”

He’s unceremoniously dragged out of the room and this time it’s his turned to be slammed against the wall by a big, angry Witcher – but this one is white-haired and dressed all in black.

“Geralt!” Jaskier exclaims, his face brightening up.

“You won’t write a fucking thing,” Geralt growls.

“Is that so? May I ask why, dear heart?”

“Because you’re mine. My bard. And if I ever find out you’re writing about another Witcher again–”

“Then what?” Jaskier asks, cocking his head. “But before you answer, I’d like to remind you that I am not yours anymore, as you have made it quite clear on the mountain that you are not interested in having me as a companion–”

Jaskier is effectively shut up by Geralt’s lips pressing against his with determination that makes it absolutely clear that Geralt hasn’t merely lost his balance and happened to be falling in Jaskier’s general direction.

“Mine,” he growls.

“Well,” Jaskier sighs, slipping his fingers into Geralt’s hair. “When you put it like that… Fuck the mountain, I suppose.”

“Fuck the mountain,” Geralt agrees. “But I’m sorry. For what I said.”

“Apology very much accepted,” Jaskier laughs. “I’d ask you to fuck me, but I’m afraid my room is currently… occupied.”

Lambert’s loud moan only confirms Jaskier’s statement.

“Hm,” Geralt hums. “Do you think this tavern has a bath? I think I still have some griffin blood in my hair from last week.”

“Oh,” Jaskier purrs. “Oh, yes. And I’m sure I could get some chamomile oil…”

They hear another moan, this time Aiden’s.

“What are we waiting for, then?” Geralt grins and grabs Jaskier’s hand. “Come on, bard. We have some catching up to do…”

[yakumtsaki]

-GODDAMMIT VALENTINA JUST ROLL OVER, IT’S NOT ROCKET SCIENCE 

What’s up Soph.

-My marriage is in shambles, I’ve been neglecting Sophito, and for what!!

To complete your LTW and achieve eternal happiness! And the marriage thing is 1000% dumbass Shajar’s fault.

-I don’t care! I can’t take this constant pet training anymore, I’m done!!!

Oh come on we’re so close, Ferra topped her career..

-I pay for your salary, Kaylynn. I own you.

..so only 1 more to go between Torr and Val, and you’re not even at the half of your lifebar, I mean this is a new record!

-Ugh, I guess..

I’m telling you, this is gonna be your week, NOTHING is gonna get you down. In fact, I dare the universe-

-MAXX NOOOOOO😭😭😭

-See you in Hell, Ferra. -Fuck you, Maxx, I should have killed you when I had the chance.

RIP Maxx💔 Our first dog ever, we only got him to cheer up knocked up Wyatt after Jojo’s affair with Max Flexor, and he ended up beating up the cats so viciously that I just had to start a dog legacy with him and continue those chad aggro genes. You will be sorely missed.

-Not by me, I’m so happy he croaked my bowels finally unblocked!

YA OK TORR, PLEASE, let’s observe some common decencies for once. The only reason you cats hated Maxx is that you’re all FLOPS and he won every single fight. Long gone are the days where our cats literally beat up the wolf!

It’s a peaceful night as Abbey is finally returned to us (after running away due to losing a fight to her own daughter LOL) I see you stunk up that police car real good..

-Fuck the police, comin’ straight from the underground🎵

..and Sophito adorably does that autonomous ‘follow’ interaction to Sophie and waits for her to wake up, AWWW

Look at them with their matching fortune pjs I can’t💛

-Who’s my little lion cub? Who is? Who’s gonna grow up and be at the top of the food chain where he belongs, stepping on the corpses of his vanquished enemies??

Oh God.

OH GOD I FORGOT THE FUCKING BIRTHDAYS AGAIN

-I grew up amazingly! 

You look amazing too, I’m legit getting emo over how much you look like kid Jojo with Wyatt’s nose AND with Komei’s recessive eye color?? What kind of stunning genetic success-

-followed by a stunning genetic failure as Sugar grows up by the pet beds (where he was sleeping) and it becomes clear I FUCKED UP fixing Don���s stupid broken face template and Sugar has the second template features that are gonna explode in adulthood. 

-Is that bad? :D

YES SUGAR, IT IS. I’m gonna have to go through so much bs to fix you and I’m scared of doing it wrongly (AGAIN) and fucking up the household. Ugh, just don’t even, avert your face 2 mug from me.

-Well Wyatt, my Sophito has only been a child for 8 minutes, but I can already tell he’s gonna graduate college with highest honors! -Mais Sophié, quelle if il tâkes àftér Shajaré? -HE WON’T. DON’T EVEN SAY THAT

Abbey remains soundly asleep while her carpool honks its heart out, man I love this chonk.

So the boyos weren’t at all close during toddlerhood but it seems they’re getting along as kids, cute!

We discover that Sugar’s one true hobby is SPORTS which. LMAO with this attire, and Sophito’s of course is science and he earned 8 LOGIC POINTS from the toddler shape toy, absolute brainchad..

.so it makes sense that he very diligently leaves for the first day of school. Where was Sugar, you ask??

Well apparently he decided to opt out of this experience.

-Oh man, after spending 6 years in a crib I really needed that nap!

We are so goddamn close to finishing Sophie’s LTW, I legit cannot believe it, I mean obv we had unreal good luck with the chance cards too but man, Sophie is the best! Hope nothing else happens to bum her out!

Aw look who kissed and made up, aging diva D’vorah and her boy-toy (tomcat toy?) Alcibiades! Are you guys playing?

-Take care of our children, Alc! -I will D’vorah, or may my back never arch again!

Uh what’s going on??

NO GODDAMMIT. D’VORAH

-See you stupid motherfuckers never! 

MY BABY😭😭😭

-Man you guys have a lot of pet graves, don’t you get depressed with so many pet deaths?

YES WE DO, JJ, STFU. RIP D’vorah, you will always be remembered as a stone-cold bitch who so consistently refused to procreate that it earned her a theme song, and for cursing us with your cowardly genes💔

Sophie has largely grown out of her townie teen bully persona and never does mean shit autonomously these days, but the pet deaths have really hit her hard which is unfortunate.. for this townie Shajar brought home from work. 

-YOU WALK INTO MY HOUSE WITH MY HAIRSTYLE WHILE I’M GRIEVING FOR MY PETS??  -Uh, I was invited here? -Oh you were INVITED, were you? By whom?? My WIFE??? Now that she’s mayor of some empty shithole she thinks she can trade me in for a younger model???? IS THAT WHAT SHE THINKS?!?!?! -What the fuck are you talking about?? -Does she think I won’t MURDER WHATEVER SOPHIE-MIGUEL-KNOCK-OFF SHE BRINGS OVER?!?!?!?  

Oh brother, ok Soph, why don’t we back away, take a nice bubble bath, maybe a nap?

-NO.

-MY EYE WHAT THE FUCK -Not so pretty without your eyeball, are you? HAHA -CRAZY BITCH, I’M SUING YOU -Good luck with that, my wife’s the mayor! HAHAHA

-Mom, mom, I got an A+ on my second day of school ever! -Not now, Sophito, mommy’s pondering the ephemerality of pet life. -Why are you smiling all creepy like that? -I’m smiling? I don’t know, my face’s been glitched since yesterday. 

-Nothing a good robot electroshock won’t fix! Go, iVan, go, unlike Cyneswith this one’s not getting any younger!

JOJO NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO TEST OUT YOUR INSANE THEORIES. FUCK OFF

-It’s not a theory, it’s a fact! Servobot electroshocking forces one to reach their full potential!!

I WILL KILL YOU

NEVERMIND. SOPHIE WHAT THE FUCK, WE DID IT!!! I can’t believe I joked that you would get 6 pets on top of their careers before Don topped his and it actually happened LMAO

-Finally, I can sleep.

You earned it, baby!

-And tomorrow, I will gouge out that townie slut’s other eye. 

Let’s talk more about it after you’ve rested. 

[jaehyunfirstlove]

hi!! can i please make a request for hate sex with dom jaehyun (maybe with a fluffy ending if it fits 👀 ) thank you so much in advance <3

Pairing: best friend's brother!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: e2l, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: hate sex, dom/sub, degradation, oral sex (m. receiving), throatfucking, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, swearing

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: thanks for the request, and i hope the ending isn't too jarring lol

You didn’t know what it was about Jaehyun, your best friend’s brother, that you hated so much. Maybe it was the fact that he was always so rude to you, barely saying hello, barely even acknowledging your presence when you were around. Maybe it was the fact that he walked around like he was god’s gift to women, and that women, in fact, would fall at his feet. Or maybe it was the fact that you were attracted to him and you hated that you were.

“What’s your brother’s problem, anyway?” you grumbled at your best friend, Mark, one day when Jaehyun had ignored you yet again.

Mark just shrugged. “Who knows.”

“Like, why does he have to act like that? It’s so annoying!” you complained, and Mark just looked at you.

“Y/N, why does it bother you so much?” he asked slyly. Your face heated up at Mark’s insinuation.

“It doesn’t bother me!” you countered, but Mark was smirking.

“Y/N, are you interested in my brother?” he waggled his eyebrows at you, and you threw one of the couch pillows at him.

“Absolutely not!” you lied, but Mark just laughed.

“That’s good, because you’re not his type at all.”

Mark’s statement cut you like a knife, and you didn’t think you could hate Jaehyun more.

---

“Oh, I was expecting Mark, what are you doing here?”

You had gone over to Mark’s place, but Jaehyun had answered the door. He just looked at you and shrugged.

“I just came by to pick something up,” he answered, in a very bored tone. “You know he’s at work, right?”

“I thought he’d be home by now. No worries, I’ll come back later.” You turned around to leave, not wanting to prolong the agonizing conversation with Jaehyun, but he stopped you.

“You’re already here, you might as well wait.” He stepped aside, inviting you in.

You were in a panic, unsure as to what to do. On the one hand, you wanted to flee, but on the other, here he was, actually inviting you to spend time with him. Curiosity got the better of you and you stepped inside.

“Make yourself at home, or whatever it is people say,” he said lazily, turning his back on you to go to the fridge and get himself a drink. He popped the soda can open and started drinking, and you looked at him with disgust.

“This isn’t your home so you have no business saying that, and it’s rude of you to get a drink without offering one to your guest!” you fumed.

He smirked. “You just finished saying this isn’t my home, so why would I offer you a drink?”

“Ugh! You’re maddening!”

“And you’re a fucking tease!”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. He was looking at you, almost menacingly, eyes dark. You swallowed audibly then, as he put the soda can down on the table and walked towards you.

“You walk around giving me those looks, you think I don’t see them?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shot back, “you’re full of yourself.”

“I know you want me, Y/N,” he said, his voice low, “so stop fucking teasing.”

You were seething, his ego filling the room so you could barely breathe, and the fact that he saw right through you angered you even more. “Get over yourself.”

“I’ve had enough,” he suddenly said in a gruff tone, “come here, now.”

Despite your anger, something inside you made you obey, and you walked over to where he was. He stared at you for a moment, eyes hard, before he pulled you to him by the waistband of your jeans and crashed his lips against yours.

He took your breath away, with the way his mouth was moving against yours, with the way his hands handled you roughly, squeezing your waist, fingers digging into your flesh. You put your hands up to his chest, meaning to push him away, but the solid broadness of the muscle you felt through his t-shirt made you change your mind, a rush of heat flooding your core.

“Just admit you’re a tease, Y/N,” he growled once he detached his lips from yours, “just admit you want me.”

“I don’t want you, Jaehyun,” you retorted, but you were grabbing at his shirt wanting him to take it off. “I hate you.”

“That’s perfect, princess, because I don’t exactly like you either,” he countered, his voice hard, and the tone of it only added to your arousal. He pulled your shirt off you, almost ripping it in his haste, unhooking your bra and flinging it to a corner of the room. Once he had your breasts bared to him he squeezed them harshly, pinching your nipples and making you cry out.

“Naughty girls like you need to be punished,” he continued, manhandling you until he had you bent over the back of the couch. You only had a moment to turn your head to watch what he was doing, before he was yanking your jeans and panties down to your ankles. You braced yourself once he unzipped, pulling out his cock, hard and angry, precum already leaking from the tip. He looked at you, eyes brazen, and without warning he slammed into you from behind, your hands falling to the seat of the couch from the force of his thrust.

“You’re gonna take your punishment, you’re gonna take my cock, and I’m gonna fuck you like the slut that you are,” his voice was gruff as he pounded into you, fingers once again digging into the flesh of your hips. “This is what you get for being a fucking tease.”

His filthy talk, his cock filling you to the brim, all of it had your juices coating the insides of your thighs, had you moaning shamelessly into the couch cushion. His tip kept hitting you in that spot deep inside, and the pleasure was building to a point where you thought you’d explode.

“Jaehyun,” you whined, “you’re gonna make me come.”

He pulled out then, the loss of him inside you making your orgasm die down. Tears pricked your eyes, you were so close. “Naughty girls don’t get to come,” he growled, turning you around to face him. “On your knees.”

You dropped to your knees in front of him, his angry cock at your eye level, glistening with your juices. Instinctively you opened your mouth, and he rammed it in with little grace. You didn’t gag, and he took advantage of that, fucking into your throat as he tangled his fingers into your hair.

“You like that, don’t you baby,” he growled, “it’s just what you deserve, you fucking tease.”

He continued to fuck your mouth, admiring the way his cock bulged in your throat. The absolutely feral look in his eyes was turning you on, and your fingers went to your pussy for some relief. He watched you hungrily, and it was enough for him, warm cum spilling into your throat as he tightened his hold in your hair.

“That was fucking hot, maybe I will reward you and let you come, what do you think?”

You could only nod, before he released his cock from your mouth and pulled you up to a standing position. Your knees were weak from kneeling, but they got weaker when he suddenly plunged two fingers into your wet pussy. You cried out, back arching, and he held you with his other arm as he pumped his fingers into you.

“You’re gonna come for me, because that’s what a slut like you does, you’re gonna come all over my fingers, got that?”

You couldn’t even respond, the relentless hammering of his fingers against your g-spot bringing you to an orgasm ridiculously fast. You gripped his arms when it hit you, your body shuddering, your juices spurting from you and coating his fingers, hand, and forearm. Your eyes had fluttered closed, and as you were trying to come back to yourself you could hear him chuckling appreciatively.

“Wow, Y/N, that was fucking hot.”

You opened your eyes to see that he was actually smiling at you, although you were mortified to see that you had squirted all over him. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s all good,” he laughed, pulling you to him. “It was really hot.”

Still embarrassed, you let him pull you close, and you snuggled hesitantly against his chest, marveling at the change in his demeanor. “Jaehyun?” you questioned, wondering what brought about the sudden gentleness in his movements.

“Make no mistake, I still hate you,” he said, but his voice was soft, his hands rubbing your back as he started to press soft kisses to the top of your head.

You smiled to yourself before tilting your head to look at him. “I still hate you too,” you said with a cheeky grin, before pulling him down for a heated kiss.

---

Thank you for 1k!

[vicvpcvke]

That’s What She Said Pt 3

Im running outta TWSS jokes

The next two days, Robin acted weird at work and at school. Fortunately for you, she wore her emotions on her sleeve, so you immediately knew she was waiting to tell you something like a volcano ready to explode. This day in particular, she decided not to say a word to you until lunch.

You sat alone on the bleachers waiting for her, watching some dudes who thought they were good at football show off to some girls near them. You zoned out a bit looking into the field, knowing what it was like to be friends with people like that. You had learned your lesson back in tenth grade that those weren’t your kind of people, and eventually the universe brought Robin to you.

Your best friend plopped down on the metal bench beside you, making you jump in the process. Your best friend didn’t hesitate getting right down to business, “Y/N I was waiting until you came to me because I didn’t want to be nosey but you know me and how much I overthink, and well, I don’t know I don’t want you to think I’m being weird and stalker-y or anything because I’m definitely not I just-“

“Robin,” you cut her off so she could breathe, “what’s on your mind?”

She hesitated for a moment, then as quickly as she could said, “I saw Eddie Munson’s van parked at Family Video the other day.”

You panicked for a second and quickly realized it was nothing. Just as fast as the anxiety hit, it settled, knowing this was easy enough to play off, “Yeah…he’s a customer? He’s been there before.”

Robin turned away from you, facing the field, “Ugh I know, I know! Its just that you were working alone and…I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

An ounce of shock shot through you. Robin wasn’t in your class with him, and you two never spoke outside of that. You stayed silent, knowing she’d continue if you silently let her.

“Y’know, like in the cafeteria. He’s always sitting with his Manson-Hell Club Cult and I’ve caught him looking over at you a few times.” She continued, still worried.

You almost felt excited, but waved that feeling away like a cloud, “Robin I doubt that. Eddie’s more likely to have a crush on a cheerleader than me.”

Robin bit into her sandwhich, turning back to you, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

***

Walking back into Ms Hart’s class, you noticed the back of the class was empty, no Munson in sight. You hated to admit it, but you were partially looking forward to his antics. The rest of the class filed in with Munson, nor Ms Hart, anywhere in sight. You sat down, tossing your brick filled backpack onto the floor, and heard a little crumble from under you. You stood up to see what the noise had been and looked down to your chair where a small note sat. Curiously, you picked it up and unraveled it, not expecting it to be anything more than a scribble.

Skip with me? - E

E? Little pins and needles pricked your heart, getting you excited- No, nervous…definitely nervous, you had never really skipped class much. You looked back around the classroom, Ms Hart no where in sight. Fuck it, you thought, and swiftly threw the backpack around your shoulder and slipped away. The hall way was completely empty except for a few kids late to class; no Eddie Munson in sight. You slowly walked down the hall, trying to make your shoe’s contact with the floor as quiet as possible. You came to a corner, but still didn’t see him anywhere, “Munson? Good god I’m going back.”

“Going somewhere?” A low voice hushed from behind, causing you to jump.

You turned to him, slapping his chest in the process, “Fuck you!” You half- jokingly laughed, wanting to wipe that stupid smile off of his face.

Eddie tucked his hands into his jean pockets and lightly rocked on his heels, almost imitating a nervous middle schooler, “You got the note?”

“No, actually I was on my way to take a shit,” you rolled your eyes then smiled, “so what’s on the itinerary.”

“2 o’clock showing for Aliens, hope you got your wallet.” Eddie started walking back down the hallway, you followed suit.

A familiar clopping echoed from behind you two, shit, “Edward Munson! Is that you.” One of the teachers called from behind.

“Shit!” Eddie grabbed your hand and started running down the hall laughing. You had barely done anything yet, but the thrill of slipping through those school doors, Eddie’s hand in yours, was already enough to keep you up all week.

Eddie whipped the keys out of his back pocket and started up his van. You jumped in the passengers seat as he instructed, he pressed his foot to the gas before you could even shut the door. With a hard left turn, you were sent flying over to the drivers side, your left leg landing overtop of his right one, and your hand grabbing his shoulder, “You good there sweetheart?” He asked with a low roll to his voice, like an ocean wave glazing over a rock.

Your abdomen fluttered so much you just about let out a giggle. You managed to contain it and said you were fine, once again sweeping the crumb of infatuation out of the way. But the broom never fully sweeps the crumbs on to the dust pan, does it?

A/N: AGH I’M SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG •~• The summers been crazy busy but I hope to be more consistent! Thank you for the support!

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[honkhonkrichard]

Theory: Stanley Uris was Murdered.

Tagging @vvanini I hope you can follow this okay it’s very word vomity lol

Okay So TW because this post will touch on Stan's death ad the methods behind it

I propose that Stan Uris was murdered. by IT. In his home on that fateful night. I think that Stan posed the biggest threat to IT and therefore IT felt the need to take him out before the battle even started.

Allow me to explain.

Okay, so, I need to lay out some basic "rules" or "facts" before I make my case. They are as follows.

- IT planted it's roots in Derry, and finds it difficult to leave, but still can at it’s own wil.  If you read the book (I honestly don't blame you if you haven't) You'd know that once the Losers kill IT for the final time, Derry (the Physical town) is obliterated. Buildings explode, sinkholes appear, things are flooded. The town is in ruins by the time that the Losers leave the sewers. The movies don't adapt this so If this is news to you thats fine. the bottom line is that destroying IT destroys Derry, like ripping a tree out of the ground with all it's roots. Because of this, we can make the claim that while it can Leave Derry (as it does every 27 years) it probably takes tremandous amount of power to do so, which is why IT only goes when the cycle is over. Why does this matter? Well, what if IT left Derry to get to Stan? The murders had stopped for about a week when they're all in the Jade of the Orient. Plenty of time for IT to cross from Maine to Georgia. Side Note: We KNOW IT leaevs Maine to elsewhere in the world because of King's extended universe all interconnecting. it's not far off at all to make the claim that IT is the same evil that haunts, say The Shining's Overlook Hotel, which is in Colarado.

- IT is omnipresent This is also a given, IT lives everywhere, and can fuck with time and space in godlike (or maybe eldritch like) ways. in IT: Chapter Two, when Mike claims "IT Doesn't know I know what I know" he's unfortunately wrong, because we know that IT can be in A) Multiple places at once, B) can manipulate anything on the drop of a hat (See: Stan being teleported away from everyone else in Chapter One, Everything about Neibolt, etc) and C) Knows everyone's deep fears. This is further proven by IT Saying things like "Beep Beep Richie" (although this is Horribly Horribly executed in the films, ugh.) and so on and so forth. On top of all of this, We can make the claim that IT can exist outside of Time as well, given that IT is immortal. SO, what's stopping IT from Knowing Mike was going to call them all back (Espically considering that IT TOLD Mike to do this?). Even if we keep IT's omnipresence to the location that IT inhabits (in this case Derry) IT would still have knowledge of where the losers are through Mike. And if you take the Lucky Seven/Chosen Seven route (oh my god I got theories on that too) you could argue IT knows where they are inherently due to their cosmic status.

- Stan is the "most Powerful" loser So, obviously all the Loser's are powerful, espically considering they're the ones who Defeat IT (Again going on to the Lucky/Chosen Seven theory). This next claim is going to be less focused on what the 2019/2017 Movies do because they are Bad Movies and that's a whole other rant. However, in the book, Stan is (to my knowledge feel free to correct me on any of this) the only loser to Actively ward off and 'defeat' IT on his own without running away. He uses his belief in this what is Real (birds) to ward off what is "not real" (IT). The other losers do manage to take down IT in their own Right, but Stan is ultimately the one to Really get IT. This is because Stan's character revolves around Belief and Willpower. These are, in some form or another, the ways to Defeat IT. the ritual of Chud is a battle of Wills. in the book, Bill takes IT down and Eddie does the final blow. In the Remake (ugh) the losers can defeat it Technically using the belief that IT isn't as powerful as it claims because IT's "just a clown" (Ihatethatfuckingendingsomuchugh). Stan being much more skeptical than the rest of the group in his ability to understand Reality vs IT's illusions is a powermove, and IT knows that ability doesn't go away as Stan grows up, but rather he gets more powerful. Stan is the Only loser out of the 6 who left that has any sort of knowledge about IT, where the other losers have nothing. Bev has nightmares, yes, but she still forgets them. We're told in his chapter (Chapter 3, Six Phone Calls (1985), Part One: Stanley Uris Takes a Bath) that he has some hazy knowledge of his place in the Lucky Seven, and even goes so far as to MENTION it sometimes, even if he doesn't quite remember or understand any of it, his knowledge of IT and Derry is worlds more prominent than that of the rest of the losers.

(page 52 of IT:  "Stanley, nothing's wrong with your life!"  "I don't mean from inside." he said. "From inside is fine. I'm talking about outside. Something that should be over and isn't. I wake up frmo these dreams and think, 'My whole pleasent life has been nothing but the eye of some storm I don't understand.' I'm afraid. But then it just... fades. The way dreams do." OR  page 45: He had been smiling a little. Now the smile faltered, and for a moment he seemed puzzled. His eyes had darkened, as if he looked inward, consulting some interior device which ticked and whirred correctly but which, ultimately he understood no more than the average man understands the workings of the watch on his wrist. "The turtle couldn't help us," he said suddenly. he said that quite clearly.)

So, Stan has some cosmic knowledge of IT and Maturin and his role in the battle against It. What does any of this have to do with his death? Well, let me point out some other things about Stan's death that always stuck out to me. - His death chapter is narrated by his wife, Patty, rather than himself. The other chapters - almost all the other chapters - are narrated by their respective Loser (the caviot for this is Ben, but Ben is also wasted out of his damn mind so its understandable.) - Stan's personality is few and far between in the book, but we know he has a weird little sense of humour and that he's incredibly logical. I think that this logical part of him would be able to understand that Suicide is Never Ever the answer, and that it would cause FAR more problems than it would solve. (the 2019 movie tries to reexplain his death and it's crap and i hate the letters i hate the letters so much im gonna explode) The other losers try to rationalize his death by saying "He would rather Die Clean than Live Dirty (Page 506, Chapter 10, The Reunion, part 3, 'Ben Hanscom Gets Skinny') but he had already BEEN Dirty when he defeated IT the first time, and I think he would've recognized that. - upon finding him, Patty (in her narration) notes that Stan's head is bent back over the edge of the bathtub, so from his sight she would have been upside down. If Stan DID kill himself, why would he be positioned like that? It's unnatural, like someone Posed him. - the cuts on his arms are two length wise cuts. I'm no expert but.. that's suspicious. That's weird. - IT is written in blood on the wall. Why? Why would Stan right THAT of all things? You know who DOES like to paint with blood? IT.

Alright, returning to my thesis statement, Stanley Uris was murdered. Do I think Stan genuinely was going to take a bath at 7pm (which we're told is weird for him)? Yes. I think that's absolutely a thing he could have done or planned to do. Do I think he slit his wrists and commited suicide so he wouldn't go back to Derry? No. Not even remotely.

Let me paint a New Picture.

It's May 28th, 2016, or 1985. Stanley Uris gets a call from Mike Hanlon. Stan is incredibly hesitant to go to, and says he needs time to think about it. Or tht he'll try. He can feel the starts of a Panic attack, and as he's remembering the circles of Hell he went through as a child, he tries to hold himself together. He doesn't want his darling wife to see his break, so he says "I think I'll take a bath" and nothing else before going upstairs. he hides in the bathroom. He closes and locks the door, because, well, he's panicking. Locking doors is one of The Small things he does. Is it usually the bathroom door? no, but still (OCD is a bitch, and even with medication, but this is a special case). He looks in the mirror and tries to breathe. This is fine. He can do this. They killed IT once before and they can do it again. He thinks about his younger self, the promises made, and how he could explain all of this Patty in time to catch a flight to Maine. It's terrifying, but if his friends are going to bite the dust, he wants to be there with them, wedding vows be Damned. Then he looks at his reflection again. A younger, rotted version of himself stares back at him. IT crawls through the mirror. Stan freaks out, obviously. This isn't real. This Can't be real. But IT utilizes this notion against him. It digs it's claws into his arms, and forces him to bleed out in the bathtub. IT then sets the scene nicely. Razorblades on the counter, a bloody signature on the wall, a horrible posture of Stan's neck. So on and So forth. and then IT returns to Derry. IT's a little weak, yeah, but Stan is dead. That's what matters. the Lucky Seven has now Officially broken, and the balance shifts in favour of the clown.

So that's the theory. feel free to correct me on anything or engage I have plenty of theories on this story and I like discussing this stuff :).

[whumpmatsus]

So. Todomatsu always ACTS like he hates that Karamatsu is so eccentric, but we all know he actually doesn't mind that much. If anyone else made fun of him for that stuff, I can't help but think he wouldn't let it fly. So what about a situation where Karamatsu gets made fun of/bullied/put down by someone OUTSIDE the family for being the way he be and Todomatsu gets an opportunity to go into full protective mode over him??

OH SHIT the youngest of them goes feral

dare I say... RELEASE THE BABY!!!!!

God I love Zaimoku, it’s so good <3

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If Totty is being completely, utterly, unfailingly honest with himself, his brothers need his help if one of them is going to be going on a date.

Really, he’s the only one who has any clue about how to act on a date! He could hit his big brothers over the head with a Clue-by-four with that shit and they still wouldn’t really get it.

Even so… part of him thinks he shouldn’t really be following Karamatsu to a date. Karamatsu is the one Totty knows is never going to come running to him for advice or assistance, especially with girls; he’s got the undeserved ego of an avocado toast sandwich. Totty isn’t sure he’d be pleased to know his baby brother tagged along not because he has to sort out a schedule thing at work, but because he wants to keep an eye on Karamatsu.

What else is he supposed to do, though? Just let Karamatsu go alone and totally blow it? His usual behavior aside, Totty really wants his big brothers to be happy and have fulfilling relationships. He thinks if he can be there to keep an eye on things, well, maybe it won’t go so bad. Maybe Karamatsu will have a shot with this woman. Maybe he’ll get a girlfriend!

The very idea was enough to make him feel a little better about lying so that his brother will take him along. It eases his conscience, imagining that if he manages to help Karamatsu out to the point that the second eldest ends up in a loving, joyful relationship, (obviously as opposed to the past few horrible ones he’s had), then a little fib isn’t so bad, is it?

After all, if he were the one in need of something like this, he’d be grateful for his brothers’ help however they did it.

Of course, when he sees the look this girl gives Karamatsu, a look like the kind a baby gives after licking a lemon for the first time, Totty can’t help but wince. This isn’t off to a great start. He lingers by the counter, greeting Sacchi and Aida, trying not to look as if he’s watching his big brother’s date.

“Aren’t you off today, Totty?” Sacchi hums as she turns to start making a drink.

He nods. “Yeah, well, I can’t stay away, I guess, haha.”

Aida jerks her head toward the table where Karamatsu and his date are. “That’s one of your brothers, right? Still as painful as ever,” she teases. “Is he… oh, my God, he’s on a date??”

“Shhhh, shh!” Totty waves his hands a little, hoping to get his friends to quiet down a little. The last thing Karamatsu needs is to be drawing attention. “He thinks I tagged along to talk to you guys about my schedule. But, yes, he’s here on a date.”

Sacchi finishes serving her customer, one of the few in the shop at the moment, and then leans against the counter to look over. “Aw, good for him. He’s not either of our types, but he deserves a shot with someone who’s interested.”

He lets out a soft sigh. “Agreed there. I kind of just wanna keep an eye on him, you know? To make sure he doesn’t mess it up too much. He should have let me pick his outfit, ugh… that aside, he’s doing okay so far, though, I think.”

Aida frowns as she slides a cup of coffee toward her coworker. “Um, I hate to burst your bubble, but he’s got his work cut out for him. I’ve been to some mixers with that girl, and she always finds something wrong with every guy she hangs out with.”

“She’s right,” Sacchi adds. “Good thing you came along so you can carry him home, ‘cause that girl’s gonna tear him to pieces. I mean, she went out with Atsushi and the next day he was in here crying and telling me she made him feel two inches tall. Nobody’s good enough for her.”

Aida clicks her tongue. “Your big brother’s in big trouble, Totty.”

It’s Totty’s turn to frown as he looks toward Karamatsu. Unfortunately, Sutabaa is so small and he’s close enough that he doesn’t have to strain too much to hear what’s being said.

The woman is laughing. However… Karamatsu hasn’t even really opened his mouth yet. “Oh, my God! You’re my date, huh? Last time I let my sister set me up. That bitch, haha. Ah, well… wow, your jacket is hurting my eyes. Could you take it off?”

Karamatsu seems to be trying his best to smile. “O-oh, yes, of course.” He moves to tug it off, folding it over the back of his chair. “Please forgive me. Anyway, my name is Karamatsu. And you, my angel?”

“Ahaha, WHAT?” The woman raises an eyebrow at him. “C’mon, dude. Don’t call me that. I’m nobody’s angel.”

Totty feels himself starting to steam. You’ve got that right.

“A-ah… right, my apologies.” Karamatsu just keeps smiling. The expression on his face reads almost like he’s in pain. “Well, should we order?”

She gives a cursory glance toward the menu, then suddenly her eyes are drawn to Karamatsu again. “Oh, my God, hold on… is… is that your face on your shirt?! Holy shit! Are you really that full of yourself?”

Totty’s heart sinks as his brother’s cheeks flush bright red. This is not going well. And while, yes, Karamatsu probably should have picked a different shirt, what’s really wrong with what he’s wearing? Even though he’s a little over-the-top and dramatic, this woman can’t know whether or not he’s ‘full of himself’ when she’s barely letting him get a word in.

Totty is the most socially intelligent of his brothers, and even he doesn’t think Karamatsu’s actually doing anything wrong. He hasn’t drawn anyone else’s attention like he usually does, he hasn’t gone overboard with any poses, and he’s… kind of just being himself, slightly toned down. It’s not like he’s bragging or being a jerk. Hell, it’s just a strange fashion choice; how the hell does she think it has any bearing on what he’s like as a person?

“Damn,” Sacchi cringes. “She’s not wasting any time, is she?”

Aida gives a pout toward her friends. “He didn’t even do anything wrong yet. He’s been a perfect gentleman.”

“Yeah, he’s just a little odd and, like, a tiny bit painful. But he’s acting really nice and polite.” Sacchi sighs as she props her head up on her hand. “There’s no pleasing some people. Aida, why don’t you go take their order? Maybe you can accidentally spill it on that pretentious top of hers when you bring it to them.”

“Pfff, if only. I’m on it, though.”

Totty continues to fume as he watches his poor brother try to impress this girl, pretty much in vain. He gets the feeling that nothing Karamatsu says or does is going to be good enough. For some reason, that really pisses him off. Despite the fact that Karamatsu can be a bit much, that he’s overcompensating for being insecure on the inside, that everyone rolls their eyes at him… Karamatsu isn’t a bad guy. He tries hard to make other people happy and treats them with respect. Even his brothers who don’t always return the favor.

By the point Sacchi and Aida are finished making their order, the youngest is ready to explode at this woman. She never even told Karamatsu her name, but she’s spent the whole time talking him down. When she asked what he did ‘besides be super excruciating’, and he told her he didn’t really have a job, she laughed at him. He tried to save it by saying he occasionally played guitar at coffee shops, and she responded something along the lines of, “What kind of hipster loser does that these days??”

Listening to it just makes him so angry. She doesn’t think Karamatsu is attractive, she’s called him embarrassing more than once, and no matter what he does or says, she’s not happy with it. Why the fuck did she even bother going out with him, then?

Totty was worried that Karamatsu was going to screw this up; so far he’s actually managed to be a decent date. He wasn’t prepared for his brother’s date to be the shitty one.

Sacchi brings him a simple iced coffee while Aida returns with the serving tray, a fake smile on her face from laughing uncomfortably at one of the woman’s comments. “God, she’s exhausting.”

“I don’t even know her and I can’t stand her,” Totty mutterrs before taking a sip of his drink. “Why the hell is she treating him like that? He’s just… being himself!”

Being himself. Karamatsu’s really not doing anything wrong. He’s trying to talk himself up when this woman gives him a chance to, but who doesn’t talk themself up on a first date? He just wants to impress her.

It makes Totty feel a little guilty to realize that, honestly, all Karamatsu really wants is to impress everyone because he wants people to like him… including his brothers. If Karamatsu feels the need to seek love and acceptance from strangers like this girl, to the point that he’s willing to put up with the horrible way she’s treating him, what does that say about his brothers? It’s not the first time he’s sucked it up and dealt with something he shouldn’t have from someone just because he wants that person to love him.

His attention is drawn by the woman giggling a little too loudly. “Fuck, you wanna go out with me again? I mean, how do you think this is going? I’m two seconds away from sneaking out the bathroom window. You’re so obnoxious, you dress like an edgy middle schooler, and who wears sunglasses inside, especially when it’s raining outside? You’re, like, cringe incarnate.”

Completely contradicting every statement she made, she slid her hand across the table to take his, if only for a brief moment. The wicked look in her eyes, more sadistic than even Ichimatsu, made Totty’s stomach twist in anger. “I might keep you around, though. You seem like a guy who’d keep me laughing for a while. Maybe next time I’ll take you out with my friends so everyone can laugh at you.”

Oh, that’s it.

He doesn’t know if Karamatsu is oblivious to what she means because he’s blinded and deafened by the promise of another date, or if he knows exactly what she means but perhaps thinks it’s worth it. His eyes light up… and behind that hopeful spark is the pain she’s already put him through.

Baby of the bunch though he is, Totty isn’t going to sit around and twiddle his thumbs while some bitch takes advantage of his big brother.

“Oh, that is sooooo not happening!” he calls as he approaches the table. Although he feels a little bad about just stepping in like this, he’s not gonna let her get away with treating Karamatsu like that. Laughing at him herself was bad enough; parading him in front of her friends for all of them to laugh at him when there’s nothing wrong with Karamatsu isn’t gonna happen if Totty has something to say about it.

The woman gives him an unimpressed look. “Who the fuck are you?”

“T-Totty!!” Karamatsu,  on the other hand, looks immediately panicked. “I can handle this… please, go back and fix your schedule, and I’ll meet you at home.”

“Wait, you work here?” She tilts her head at him. “Oh, shit, hold up. You’re the asshole who messed up my drink last time I was here.” Her gaze flits between the two of them, and she laughs again.

“― Oh, my God! You had to bring your twin brother along to come on a date? You’re pathetic!” Her hand pulls away from Karamatsu’s. “Oh, you’re definitely coming out with me and my friends.”

Totty hisses and pushes her hand away from Karamatsu’s. He steps in front of his big brother to physically block this woman from him. “Keep your hands off him! You’re not taking him anywhere. He’s never seeing you again, because you treated him like… like, fuck, I wouldn’t treat a rock the way you treated him!”

He hears Karamatsu make a noise of almost-protest behind him; he can just imagine the other man sinking down in his seat and trying to hide his face. “Totty, please…”

“No! No, she doesn’t get to just treat you like dirt, Karamatsu-nii-san! You think my brother’s just some kind of dumbass you can show off to your friends and laugh at and treat him like crap?!” he snarls. “Well, guess what? He may be sort of a dumbass sometimes, and maybe he’s a little painful, and maybe he’s not the perfect guy you’re looking for! But he’s a whole hell of a better person than you are!”

Although Totty could kick himself for not saying anything to Karamatsu before, it might be best it’s coming out now. He doesn’t have a lot of time to really think about it or pretend or rehearse. What he’s saying isn’t practiced, it’s real. “Karamatsu is the kindest person I know, and you wish you had at least half the passion he does for the things he likes! Who cares that he wears a shirt with his own face on it? He was bending over backwards to make you happy, even though everything out of your mouth was word barf about how embarrassing he is! And, by the way, you’re wrong!”

It only takes half a step for him to reach over to grab his coffee from the counter, assisted by Aida who’s smirking as she holds it out for him. “If my choice was between you or him, I’d be way less embarrassed to be seen in public with him than with you! He’s not perfect, but he cares about people, and he’s always there when you need him, and ― and all this stuff you think is embarrassing, who the hell gives a shit?! It’s what he wants to do and it’s not hurting anyone! I’d break my phone before I let my big brother go out with someone like you again! Maybe he keeps striking out with dates, but he’s never going to be that desperate!”

He feels a little bad about what he’s about to do. That feeling is mitigated by the fact that at least his coffee isn’t hot.

“And, you know, I actually am sorry about messing up your drink last time. So here, you can have mine!” Almost before he’s finished speaking, he’s dumped his entire cup over her head.

He doesn’t stick around to deal with the aftermath aside from seeing the look of abject horror on the woman’s face as the coffee makes her bad mascara drip. And even though there’s a little bit of guilt over the fact that he’s leaving his coworkers to deal with her, the fact that Sacchi and Aida are cackling while they gather up napkins eases his mind.

He grabs Karamatsu by the hand and leads him out, tossing his coffee cup on the way. There’s not much choice on Karamatsu’s part, except he doesn’t particularly look as if he minds that.

“You didn’t… have to do that, Totty,” Karamatsu mumbles. When Totty glances over, the second eldest looks more tired than anything. He knows that look; the exhaustion of something not working out, of thinking you had a chance only for it to all go up in smoke.

Totty huffs, marching the two of them in the direction that leads back home. “Of course I did! You weren’t going to do it, so someone had to. God… you’ve gotta stop letting people walk all over you, Karamatsu-nii-chan.”

The shift to the more affectionate honorific suggests to Karamatsu that this is really, truly something Totty cares about. He squeezes his baby brother’s hand with a thoughtful hum. “… If that’s the case, perhaps a romance for me just isn’t in the cards. I… really thought it was going to go somewhere this time.”

At last Totty slows slightly, from an aggressive pace to something a little calmer. He’s still pissed off that someone treated Karamatsu like that, and although he’s a bit upset that Karamatsu sit there and let it happen, he knows what it’s like to want people to like you so much that you’ll put up with nearly anything.

However, that’s also the reason he doesn’t want Karamatsu just putting up with it. He deserves so much better than to have people treat him like dirt. It’s not right to do that to anybody, but… especially not to Totty’s big brother.

“I’m sorry I kind of… tapped into Murder Totty in there,” he sighs. “Did I go overboard?”

Karamatsu shrugs. “Maybe a little. But I wasn’t truly enjoying myself and I didn’t want to go on another date with her. I just… didn’t know how to tell her no. I suppose I really am lucky you were there, too.”

Silence falls between them while they walk, then after a moment, Karamatsu clears his throat. “Totty… did you… mean all those things?”

“Huh? All what things?”

“Those things, you know… you said I was… kind and passionate and reliable.” He lets out a soft laugh. “You… you said you’d rather break your phone than let me go out with her again.”

… Oh. He. Did say that, didn’t he?

He pouts a bit, then squeezes Karamatsu’s hand. “Yeah, I meant it. Of course I meant it.”

Beat.

“But as much as I love you, I’m just glad I don’t have to do that.”

[anotheranimestan]

hi! I just read “all bark no bite” and omg it was so good!! looking forward to more of your writing and possible a part 2 if you get the chance!

Thank you!!!!!😃🧡 Your wish is my command!

All Bark No Bite (pt. 2)

Bakugo angst + sexual tensionnnn

Read part 1 here

wc: 3k

I hope this is as fun for you to read as it is for me to write! Also why is he 👇 this fineee for no reason.

The next morning, you woke up trying to convince yourself it was all a dream...or a nightmare. But the way you could still feel the softness of his fingers around your neck completely contradicted your wishes. You also had to keep wiping little smiles off your face throughout your entire morning routine. You tried to combat them by listing all the things you hated about Bakugo but it was helpless. Every train of thought ended with the shape of his lips and how nicely they molded with yours.

You and Mina walked to class together and you swore she’d developed a mind reading quirk. You felt her eyes on you like a blazing sun. Although this was really all in your head. She only asked “are you okay?” because you kept looking at her like you’d committed a hate crime.

You and Bakugo didn’t look at each other once during class. No leg shaking, pen stealing or insults. Not even a well timed scoff when you were called on to answer a question. You tried your best to clear your mind and forget everything that had occurred in that hall last night. After a while of this torture you even were having a little bit of success.

But of course your peace was ruined as you walked to lunch. He couldn’t let you have anything. And of course he wasn’t going to leave you alone.

“Hey Little Bite, I hear we get to pick our groups for combat training today. All Might is going to make me a team captain, obviously. So if you want to be on my team let me know. I mean I assume you don’t wanna lose. You just gotta ask me nicely.” His usual cocky tone crept under your skin.

You desperately tried to ignore him as he followed you. Each footstep he started gaining on you being more annoying than the last. But what really did it was the pencil he threw at your head.

“Please, actively do not pick me.”

He ignored your objection and continued on his line of bullshit.

“I suppose I could take you. Your quirk would be useless, I’m all the attack power we’d need to win but I could use you as a decoy or something.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t want to be on a team with you, moron. Your pea brain doesn’t know how to do anything but blow shit up. You’re like an explosive cave man. Besides being too close to you for too long makes me wanna vomit.”

He cackled. You knew exactly what he was thinking and immediately regretted your words.

“That’s weird—“

You picked up a rock from the ground and threw it at his head. But he just caught it and made it explode with a smug look on his face.

“Ugh. I cannot stand you.” You groaned.

“You sure about that?” He said with a suggestive eyebrow.

He was so hot....it made you want to punch him in the throat. Without thinking you shrugged off your backpack and swung it at his face. His reflexes bested you again though and he caught the bag, yanking it from you. The force was harder than you expected, it sent you flying into his chest. You both tumbled to the ground and landed shoulder to shoulder. Your skull hit a small rock with a wack. Rubbing the back of your head, shooting pain surfaced.

“Ow!! That fucking hurt dumbass!”

“Sor—“

You swung your arm, aiming to kill, and hit him in the stomach.

It must have really knocked the wind out of him because he made a loud grunting noise that hinted at his surprise. It wasn’t often people got to land a punch on Katsuki Bakugo. King Explosion Murder.

“Do that shit again Little Bite! You’ll regret it!” He grabbed your wrist, attempting to clear a way to get you back. You both started wresting trying to punch each other in the gut. Literally rolling around in the grass in a red hot death match of who could out curse the other.

“Omg, are you guys about to kiss right now?” Mina teased from out of absolutely nowhere, scaring the shit out of you.

You both froze solid as the blood drained from your face. She knew about last night? How did she find out?!

“You told her!?” Bakugo’s entire face was contorting through a whole range of emotions. Shock, horror, embarrassment, accusation, cheekiness, embarrassment again.

“What!?” You panicked. “No! I didn’t!” You swear you didn’t. You replayed your whole morning in your head just to double check.

You turned to your pink friend. Her eyes were wide and her mouth fell open. You watched the gears turn in her head as she realized she’d stumbled upon a miraculously juicy discovery.

“OH. MY. GOD!!! No freaking way!!” She squealed unable to contain herself.

She started blabbering as she attempted to cope with this information. She had absolutely no idea what to do with it.

Your stomach fell as you realized this fatal error. Wait....this wasn’t your error. You pushed him off you and you both scrambled to your feet.

“This is your fault! Why’d you say that!” You shoved a finger in Bakugo’s chest. Which actually hurt because....he’s solid.

“Don’t yell at me!” He yelled back at an even louder volume.

Mina started running around in little circles. “They kissed!!!” She then abruptly stopped in her tracks and you watched a lightbulb flicker on.

No.....

“KIRISHIMA!!!! KAMINARI!!!” She screamed as she ran toward the cafeteria.

“MINA DONT YOU FUCKING DA—“ Bakugo exploded into a full sprint to chase her down. But she was like a rocket.

You chased after them desperately trying to reconcile all this is your mind. But it was no use, your brain was melting. Everyone was about to find out. The relentless jokes...they would never end. You could die right here.

Both of them ran so fast you fell horribly behind. By the time you rounded the corner and caught up to them a whole event had already taken place.

Bakugo was screaming on the top of his lungs. You could practically see the steam coming off the top of his head.

Kaminari was standing there in his stupid form with a half torn shirt. Jesus, what did Bakugo do to him?

Mina and Kirishima were laying on the ground, their face covered in tears. They were laughing so hard no sounds were even coming out.

“Oh my god,” Mina squeaked out between gasps for air, “Bakugo has a crush.”

“It’s so adorable!” Kirishima said wiping the tears from his eyes as he attempted to stop laughing. With no success, they both bursted again after seeing Bakugo slamming his fists into the grass. The teasing was making him want to rip his eyes out. He couldn’t stand it.

“Shut up Kirishima!!!” He jumped on top of his friend and started repeatedly banging his head into the ground. Of course this did absolutely nothing to the hard head. It just made him laugh even more.

Poor Denki just stood there drooling with a little smile on his face and giggling.

You were frozen. Stunned. It was like watching a comedy movie in which you were the punchline.

But all the laughs fell a silent as a furious voice cut through the air.

“What is this.” It wasn’t a question. Mr. Aizawa looked like he hadn’t slept in three days and this used up his last bit of patience.

“Bakugo. Get off him immediately.” He growled.

You knew how this looked. Bakugo was attacking Kirishima after successfully making Kaminari fry his own brain. Your friends’ laughter wasn’t enough to hide Bakugo’s apparent violence even if it was over something as stupid as a kiss. Mr. Aizawa couldn’t possibly know that.

“I overlooked your behavior yesterday, picking a fight with Miss. y/n. But now attacking your other classmates as well? This is violent behavior is unacceptable.”

“Mr. Aizawa—“ Kirishima tried to defend his friend but it was no use.

“Not another word.” Your teacher was glaring at Bakugo with laser beams.

The hot head just stood there in silence with a scowl on his face and two tightly clenched fists. He was really just going to take the heat for everyone? No arguments?

“I’m putting you on house arrest for the rest of the day. No more classes and no combat training.” You watched the dagger go through Bakugo’s chest. Today was going to be offensive training with All Might. You knew he was looking forward to it. Guilt punched your core.

“Mr. Aizawa wait. I’m the one who picked a fight with him yesterday. I challenged him. He shouldn’t get into trouble because of me.” You shuffled toward him timidly. He was scary when he was like this.

Everyone looked at you in surprise. They all knew it was true, that you’d egged him on. And he wouldn’t be raging right now if you hadn’t kissed, so today was also partially your fault. But they were truly surprised because you normally would revel in Bakugo getting scolded. But you weren’t fucking evil. And this wasn’t Bakugo’s fault at all...although he really needed to get his fucking temper in check. Idiot.

“Is that true?” Aizawa asked Bakugo.

The hot head took a deep breath. “Does that sound like me at all? I’d never give into her weak attempts at baiting me. I fought her because I wanted to.”

Your eyes popped out at his words. He lied. Why the fuck would he do that?

Mr. Aizawa escorted Bakugo to the dorms, lecturing the entire way.

“This sucks.” Kirishima said with a frown.

“I know. I feel so bad!” Mina cried sadly.

You had no words. The four of you walked to lunch with drooping heads. You held Kaminari’s hand the whole way until his brain recharged.

Recalling you’d left your backpack in the quad you ran back to get it. Upon arrival you realized Bakugo’s backpack was also there. He wouldn’t even have his stuff with him to finish homework or study during house arrest. You groaned. This guilt was horrible. It ate at you for rest of the day. The rest of your friends didn’t feel any better. And combat training wasn’t the same for you without that familiar sound of explosions going off in the background. It actually made the class feel kind of empty.

As usual at the end of the day you sat in the common area with the rest of the girls.

“So...is it true y/n?” Ochaco poked hesitantly.

You glared at Mina. Loose lips as usual.

“Sorry y/n. I talk when I’m stressed.” Mina cried only kind of regretful.

You sighed. You didn’t have the heart to actually be upset with her. You were the villain here. Getting Bakugo into so much trouble.

“Yea.” You huffed out. Talking about it made you cringe. It was like admitting your sworn rival had defeated you somehow. Even if you sort of didn’t mind the way he did it...

“What was it like?” Mina asked excited for the details.

“Is he a good kisser?” Ochaco added.

Your mind fell into a fog as you replayed the kiss again. Your skin went electric as you remembered the feel of his hands on your waist and those noises he was making. His lips wrapped around yours....

“Oh my god...Ochaco shes in love!” Mina concluded from you zoning out for what ended being like 15 seconds of you staring into space with a little smile on your face. She was practically singing.

“I am not!” You yelled flustered.

“Why are so many people yelling today?” Kirishima chuckled as he rounded the corner to join the couch.

“So is he mad?” Mina’s voice had changed into the sad one from earlier.

“I don’t know. Every time I knock he just tells me to go away. But that’s not that different from normal honestly.” He smiled. Their friendship was so odd.

Suddenly his backpack flashed through your mind. It was sitting in your room.

You got up to leave. You tried to be sneaky about it as they discussed how to cheer the victim up. But to no avail, they’d never let you sneak off again.

“Where you going huh?” Mina’s voice was painfully suggestive.

“To my room!”

“Uh huh, we’ve heard that one before.”

You stuck your tongue at her.

Kirishima twisted to face you over the back of the couch. “So if I ask Bakugo tomorrow if he saw you tonight he’s gonna say no, right?” Who knew he could be this ruthless. No mercy.

You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. You’d been cornered.

“Look. He left his backpack earlier and I’m just going to give it to him! Jeez do you want to do it or something Kiri?” You were seething.

“Nahh, you should do it. He’ll just yell at me to go away again.” He winked. It made you cringe again.

You could peel your skin off from this teasing. But you know someone who hated it even more. You knew that’s why he wouldn’t let Kirishima into his room.

You ran off before they could crack any more jokes.

On your way to the elevators you heard a creepy cackle come from somewhere. You spun around, alarmed, as a “what the fuck” escaped your lips. Your eyes landed on one eyeball peeking through the crack of a doorway.

“Can I get a kiss too?” The voice was wet with drool and lust. “Just one?”

“I will kick your face in Mineta.”

The door quickly shut. Did Mina tell the fucking whole class!?

With more haste now you stormed to your room to get the stupid backpack that was causing you so many problems and made your way to your other problem’s door.

Before you knocked you realized your hands were shaking. Nervous? Seriously, over this moron? You shook it off with resolve and knocked.

“Fuck off Denki, for the hundredth fucking time I’m busy!” A gruff voice yelled from behind the door.

“Oh please, busy with what?” You retorted reflexively. Earlier you had decided you were going to try to be nicer but that sentiment wore off as soon as you heard his annoying voice.

The door swung open.

“What do you want?” He said with a raised eyebrow.

Your mind went blank. He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Of course it made his biceps look better than normal. He was wearing a black t-shirt that made his skin look perfectly tanned and was snug in all the right places. And why did he always smell so good damn. Today it was like vanilla and woodsy aftershave.

Stop staring. Stop staring. Speak bitch.

“Here’s your backpack. You should keep better track of it. I had to carry it around all day. That’s annoying.” You tossed it at him.

Why couldn’t you say anything nice? He took the heat for everyone. It’s like your mouth was rebelling against you.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Maybe you should work out more weakling.”

Panic panged in your chest as he started to shut the door in your face.

“Wait—“ you stopped it with your hand.

He paused. Mild interest dawned his brow.

“Why—why did you lie?”

“What?”

“To Mr. Aizawa. You could have told him it was my fault.”

“What do you care?” He pressed. His tone always managed to infuriate you.

You spun on your heels and started to walk away. “Nevermind.”

“Because I felt bad. You hurt your stupid head.”

You’d forgotten about that with all the guilt that had been overrunning your head. It didn’t even hurt anymore. You were surprised he’d even noticed.

“Oh.”

“But obviously you’re fine now so I guess it was all for nothing.” He added quickly trying to sound indignant.

The guilt punched you again. Especially now that you were face to face with him. He didn’t even look mad. He actually looked calm. And he looked good. You tried to deny your attraction to him. But flashes of his hand on your waist started invading your mind again. You could feel him wrapped around your neck. The way he was gentle and rough at the same time.

“Instead of just standing there you could actually make yourself useful. You owe me anyways.”

You snapped out of it trying not to look flustered. You shot him a confused and slightly offended look.

“Fill me in on what I missed in class...” he explained. He wouldn’t make direct eye contact though.

“Are you saying you need my help?” You had to do it. You couldn’t not take an opportunity.

“Tch. Obviously no—“

“Let’s do it. Move.” You said as you pushed past him into his room. Your hand made full contact with his abs and you felt that heat again.

He shut the door behind you and your heart started off like a race horse as you heard him lock it.

You suspected it was to lock the other boys out. God forbid they catch you in his room after all this.

Shit....you were in his room. Alone. With your hot head. The day after he kissed you. The evening after he took all the fury of Mr. Aizawa for you and moments after he asked you to help him study even though he gets way better grades than you.

He cleared a spot for you to sit on his bed and then leaned back into his chair with his hands locked behind his head. His flexing muscles were distracting you again.

“You better actually remember everything.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes at him.

His words were supposed to rile you but the way he looked at you, like he was secretly loving that you were here was making your stomach flutter. You could feel your face red and you prayed he wouldn’t notice. At this rate you were going to throw yourself at him before he had the chance to kiss you again. As long as you two didn’t start fighting again first.....

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💥 YES there will be a pt 3!!! 💥

It’s going to be called “sTuDyiNg” HAHA (hint: Bakugo doesn’t actually wanna study “dumbass”)

Update: Pt.3 is up now!! Read it here

[twordytings]

When It Comes to You

(Bucky x Reader)

Summary: You get drunk at a party that Steve has no idea about. Somehow, Bucky is always there to keep your worries at bay.

Word Count: 1,582

A/N: okay this was actually a sentence starter prompt from an anon, but I’ve had this in my drafts for a while now so I just decided to incorporate that prompt into this. Hope this is okay!!

You probably should’ve thought this one over. Well, going to a high school party seemed like a good idea in the moment, but now you weren’t too sure. And right now, you were drunk; drunk would be putting it lightly, actually. You told Steve you were going to a friend’s house, which, technically, you did. You just didn’t say why for obvious reasons. Mentioning the kegs of beer that would be available didn’t seem like a very important detail to add.

In all fairness, you were pretty good for a sixteen year old. This was your first party and all you wanted to do was enjoy being young while it lasted, no matter the obstacle; that obstacle being Steve, of course. Steve was your older brother, your best friend, but he definitely had his downsides, one of them being his brutal overprotectiveness. He would die before he’d let you go to a party, let alone one with alcohol.

Once you had arrived, one drink led to another, even though it tasted absolutely horrible, and that was that; there was quite literally no going back. It felt as though your head was spinning in every direction possible. The friend you came with decided it was time to take you home, so they helped you up from wherever you were - you couldn’t remember - and you had both started to walk home. Driving wasn’t an option, since you were both unfortunately drunk, and by the time you got home, it was midnight; not necessarily the Cinderella story you had dreamed of when you were younger.

As you stumbled toward the front door, you clumsily found your house key to unlock the door, almost tripping as you stepped inside. You squinted to see a worried Steve and even more worried Bucky look up from their seats on the couch, only to get up and walk straight toward you. This was gonna be bad.

“Heyyyyyy guyyyysssss.” You smiled cheekily as you looked up at the two. To put it plainly, they weren’t smiling.

“Where have you been. It’s midnight, y/n.” Steve said with the most serious look on his face, but you not being in control of yourself, found it oddly funny.

“Hahaha! Lighten up.” You said as you brought your hands up to squeeze his cheeks into a smile. “There ya goooo Mr. Grumpyface.”

He pulled your hands from his face and looked at Bucky in disbelief.

“Are yo- are you drunk?!” Bucky asked.

“Whaaaat? Psh no way!” You said as you waved your hand away from your face to show how crazy that idea was. It wasn’t.

“How much?” Steve asked.

“Uhhhh maybe uhhhh one...... orrrr two....... actually maybe 4 I dunno. Not that much though that’s for sure.” Nailed it.

“Not that much? Do you know how worried I was? How worried we were? You lied to me y/n, and got wasted with god knows who... I- I cant believe you right now!”

You had royally screwed up this time. You were also way too drunk to comprehend half of what Steve was even saying, so you stood there looking practically brain dead.

“- are you even listening to me right now?” Not one bit, you thought to yourself as a stood in front of the two men.

Your blank gaze made Steve realize he was probably being a little too much right now, considering the condition you were in, so he let it go for the time being. He sighed, “Forget it, just go to bed.”

Bucky offered to help you upstairs, which you desperately needed since you couldn’t tell your left from your right at the moment. As he was walking you he quietly said, “Just so you know, I’m not mad at you.” You smiled at that, but you also felt a gurgling in your stomach that told you you needed a toilet immediately.

You sprinted to the closest bathroom you could find, and that’s when everything, like, everything came out. It honestly felt really good to throw up, but Bucky definitely wasn’t appealed. He winced but came quickly to hold you hair back. As you finished with the disaster that was now inside of the toilet, you felt a bit more like yourself. “Ugh. Gross.” You said as you flushed the toilet. You then went over to the sink to splash some water on your face and was met with a sudden feeling of regret. “What have I done. Steve is so mad at me.” You said as you threw your face into your palms. Bucky was unconsciously rubbing your back the entire time.

“Hey. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Just think of it as a learning lesson. I’m sure you were just trying to have fun... and then things happened to take their own course.” You nodded, but not understandably.

“No! That’s exactly where your wrong, Buck. I cant stand it when Steve is upset with me,” you huffed, placing your head back in your hands. You were just as disappointed with yourself as Steve was. There was a reason why you hadn’t done anything like this before: Steve taught you. The fact that what you had just done probably completely diminished any and all trust you had with him, was slowly beginning to creep over you. “He probably hates me now,” you uttered through your hands.

“Hey hey hey! Don’t say something like that!” Bucky scolded, holding you up a bit and walking you over to your bed to then sit down beside you. “Listen,” he said sharply, pulling you by your chin so you were looking at him, “the only reason why he acted the way he did was because he cares about you. Bug, he loves you more than anything... even more than me, and I’ve been his best friend since high school!” You furrowed your eyebrows at that; Bucky has been best friends with Steve for so long; how could he love you more?

“Really?” you said skeptically.

“Yes. I know I’ve been his best bud for a while, but time doesn’t mean anything to him when it comes to you. He could never, ever hate you. I need you to understand that,” he said to you with a serious, yet tender smile. You were taken aback by that. You knew Steve loved you, but you didn’t know it was to such a large extent. He was pretty hard on you most of the time, which made sense as to why you had never really figured it out.

You hummed in response, just barely moving one side of your mouth to show him you understood.

“Can you smile for me?” he said, having to move his head down to look at you in the eye.

“Not now Bucky...” you spoke as you looked all the way down, fiddling with your fingers.

“Guess I’ll have to do it for you,” he said casually, pushing you down on the bed and clawing his digits into your stomach.

“BUHUHUHUCK! NOHOHO!” you squealed, bubbly giggles spurting from you like hiccups.

“All you gotta do is smile...,” he sang as he grinned widely from ear to ear. You knew he was probably only doing this to cheer you up after just being yelled at, but the alcohol in you wasn’t going to let him have it too easily, so you tried your hardest to suck in your lips, keeping them tightly pressed between your teeth.

“Wooow, you want it that bad huh?” Bucky grinned evilly, knowing that you had just given him the opportunity to go in for the kill. He then pulled you towards him so he could sprawl his legs across yours, shaking his hands into your ribs in a flash. You felt like you were about to explode, given the fact that you were practically screaming through your nose as to not crack a smile. “Still nothing? Okay...,” he said as he cracked his neck and knuckles, then pulling your shirt up and blowing a huge raspberry right in the center of your stomach.

“HAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAHAY IHI GIHIHIVE I GIVE!” you yelled in defeat.

“Smile,” he threatened as he hovered over your limp form. You followed with an all too exaggerated smile.

“There,” you said as you switched to a straight face, “ya happy now?” you rolled your eyes as you yawned widely.

“I’m only happy if you’re happy doll. Now get some rest, you’re probably gonna have to hear what I said all over again from Steve tomorrow.” You groaned at that as you slipped under your covers.

“Yeah yeah, I know,” he sympathized, walking over to the door of your bedroom to shut off the lights.

“Wait! Can you- maybe... sleep here?” you asked hesitantly. Neither Steve or Bucky had slept in your bed with you for a while now, so you were afraid he might think it was odd considering you were now a teenager.

“Who said I was leaving?” he said almost offendedly, running up to your bed and throwing himself beside you, pulling you towards him as he snuggled you tightly, making you giggle a bit. “G’night bug,” Bucky said softly as he kissed the top of your head.

“Night Buck.” He just barely heard you over the weight of tiredness that quickly overtook you; you weren’t excited about what tomorrow might bring with Steve and all, but you were satisfied with the fact that you had Bucky’s support, and for that reason, it made no sense to be worried.