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[thelaundrybitch]

Pillow Wars - TMNT HC's

TURTLE DOVES!

I hope y'all are doing well and staying safe 🥰😘

This evening I will be answering a FABULOUS ask from @lec743

The original ask:

Can you write a story about the reader (or an OC of your choice idc) having an all out Pillow War with one of the turtles (I'd prefer it to be all four of them but that's my only preference so you can make the singular choice of turtle if your adamant about sticking to one character at a time). I want mayhem! I want blood (the blood being silly string)! I want the king to fall to their pillowy demise! laughs evil-y clears throat Anyway, I don't want there to be any romance in it, maybe just playful flirting… And that just about covers it. Hope I'm not asking too much from you.

I had a lot of fun writing this! Thank you so much for indulging me with hilarity and shenanigans!!!

I hope you like it 😘

Warnings: swearwords, fluffy butt whooping, and lots of fun 😂

Another attempt at Gender Neutral reader insert - please be kind about any mistakes I may have overlooked 💜

Shout out to my girl @leosgirl82 for being my second set of eyes and the other half of my brain

Scooby Drew strikes again 😂🥰😘💜

Reblogs only please!

Pillow Wars

Pillow Wars 

Same ol' same ol'

You get to the lair

Raph is thumbing through a motorcycle magazine

Mike is sitting in the recliner playing a game

Don is in the lab 

Leo is locked in his room doing GOD knows what

And you're bored.

And since no one wants to entertain you

*ominous music*

It's time to shake things up

If your memory serves you correctly

Michelangelo

Needs a good ass beating

For eating all the homemade cookies that you brought down 

For EVERYONE to enjoy

However

You walked in on him

LICKING THE CONTAINER CLEAN

Despite your warnings 

Of his untimely demise 

If he ate all four dozen cookies

And didn't leave anything but crumbs

For everyone else.

Again.

That asshole decided to eat everything

Crumbs included.

SO

You throw a pillow at Raph

Because you KNOW he gives a good butt whooping

And you keep walking like nothing happened

Just to stand on the sidelines to watch as the chaos ensues

Making Mike look like the culprit

Raph looks up from his magazine

*Unimpressed Raph*

*Big eyed Mike*

"Oh yeah? You little sh*t?"

Mike pleads innocence

Raph isn't buying it

Pummels Mike with a non-stop barrage of pillows

Including the couch cushions

Mike is screaming for help like a dramatic five year old

Yells for Leo to "save meeeeee"

Enter unimpressed™ Leo

He had been reading.

TF you two, cut the crap before you break something.

Mike and Raph stop for a moment 

And look at each other with huge smiles

"Like your FACE!" Yells Mike

Insert Mike and Raph pelting Leo with all the pillows.

That's it.

Leo picks up the pillows and GOES AFTER Mike

Insert Mike screaming like a five year old again.

You run to the lab and get Don

OMG DON 

MIKE NEEDS HELP

LIKE NOW

Don jumps up from his desk 

And takes off at full speed out of the lab

You follow him 

But not close

Because you're snickering

"WHAT IS GOING ON?!" 

Don is in a panic upon seeing Raph holding Mike down so Leo can beat the shit out of him with a pillow.

Mike is still screaming like a Meemie

Everyone stops

And looks at Don

Pillow fluff is everywhere

Feathers are floating down like snow

Leo and Raph get up and point at Mike

Simultaneously they yell

"HE STARTED IT!"

Mike pleads innocence again.

You pick up one of the pillows 

That had mysteriously ended up in the hall

*Wink wink*

And smack Don in the back of the head

Oops

You meant for it to hit his shell

😬☠️

Don turns around slowly

*Chucky vibes*

His glasses have half fallen off his face.

He walks over to you 

S L O W L Y

He holds out a hand

A pillow materializes in his palm

*Samurai yelling as all 4 of them come after you*

*Get the snot beaten out of you*

You have fluff coming out of your ears

And feathers in places they shouldn't be

Don helps you up

Everyone is chuckling and cleaning up 

When all of a sudden

Five pillows are whipped

At the speed of light

Smacking each of you square in the face

You all turn

And see…

SPLINTER?!

With his arsenal of pillows 

Ready ...

For round two

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the buried fic comment from hell (it's so long i'm SO SORRY, I GOT EXCITED)

DEL.. I WASN’T SURE IF IT WAS APPROPRIATE TO LEAVE A LONG ASS COMMENT ON UR BURIED FIC IN PUBLIC….. SO I’M DROPPING IT HERE i’m so sorry in advance this is about to be a mess,, i’m so fucking emotional right now

((the review under the cut is in response to my fic which can b read here))

okay first –

The mental image of tiny gangly Barnabas and Jonah crouched with their hands in the dirt….. is so fucking cute?? I could feel Jonah’s jealousy just burning off of him. You had me right away. Fuck. You know how to open a story and I’m deeply envious, I’ve always struggled with it. Also, you threw in that little hook:

Despite what Jonah believes, there are some things that just can’t be explained in words.

Barnabas’ voice is so fucking good… guh… you know. I didn’t much care about Barnabas in any deep way before I joined the Jonah server and you guys have all just completely GUTTED me, I can’t believe how much I care about this highly-strung bastard,, he is so GOOD. HE’S SO GOOD???? HE’S SUCH A SWEETIE. LIKE. BARNABAS FEELING GUILTY AND HORRIFIED THAT PEOPLE ARE GRATEFUL TO HIM AND WANT HIM AROUND???? AAAAAAAAAA. And the melancholy aspect, too, which I imagine is how Mordechai was able to relate to him, get attached to him… Barnabas being bitter about how useless his tears are while he’s crying anxiously at the prospect that he might not be able to help those families after all…….

All of those scraps of Barnabas’ letter to Jonah made such EXCELLENT transitions, holy hell. Again I am inspired by your storytelling prowess. I am taking notes, for whenever my ability to write longform fic returns from war. This one was my favorite, made my heart clench:

A good world starts with a good person and a few choices that are made with the heart—

He’s so earnest I’m going to weep ;_; Barny.. you can’t make Jonah a better person he’s AWFUL,,

(Side note, super digging that I can indent stuff, block quoting makes this SO much easier.)

Also really digging that Jonah doesn’t have as nice a reputation as Barnabas… Jonah is the bad influence friend lmfao. AND JONAH’S CAT… I LOVE HIM…

And then you delivered a swift blow straight to the religion kink, as promised… “There’s something undeniably old testament about Jonah; the fire and fury of creation, the self-annihilating stare of Lot’s wife.“ LOSING IT I’M LOSING IT… WHAT A WAY OF DESCRIBING HIM God, here I thought I couldn’t possibly be more attracted to this bastard man. I am aghast at myself.

LOSING IT EVEN MORE OVER BARNABAS STACKING TEACUPS ON JONAH’S HEAD???? Why must you make them so fucking cute oh NO this is going to hurt isn’t it. ((This was the note I stuck in the Word doc while I was reading it and I thought I’d leave it as was for your enjoyment))

“Taking cues from your dreams?” Barnabas replies. “You know only the desperately mad do that?” 

“Or desperately inspired—savants and prophets and visionaries.”

And then you continued to try to kill me… Jonah thinking of himself as a prophet……. hhhhh canon-typical overambitious zealotry I’m HERE FOR IT………

“Are you trying to make me angry with you by playing the devil’s advocate?” 

“Just testing you,” Jonah says in his alloyed voice, silver-and-honey-gold. 

Del I cannot stress enough… My religion kink………. It’s been SO VERY ACTIVATED.

“Your morality has only ever been a thin cover for your shame.”

OUCH, JONAH, JESUS

Every bit of their dialogue was so familiar and tinged with bittersweetness and I owe you my entire life… Sincerely. Ugh. Like, how you described Barnabas’ internal angst about it later on – when he’s thinking of Mordechai, and he refers to "his many dog-eared fantasies” about Jonah it just really vividly conjured the thought of he and Jonah having a sort of? Queer solidarity, ESPECIALLY having grown up together. And that makes Jonah’s flash of betrayal at Barnabas not wanting to be SEEN with him that much more agonizing, personally. Like. I’ve had that happen to me more than once in real life. And much as Jonah is a piece of shit who is absolutely manipulating him………. still, ouch. Ouch. (Barnabas’ thoughts on the company Jonah keeps also made me wince. You did an AMAZING job with all of the internalized shame and frantic rationalizations, hooooooboy.)

The Lukases being colorblind is such an interesting piece of lore by the way I love it????? Now I have. Some questions, about Peter. Mordechai’s characterization in this is so fascinating to me. I’m enTRANCED by how you reverse-Uno’d it so that Barnabas was the reason Mordechai lost himself to the Lonely… the power dynamics……. so tasty. Ugh. And all of the sensual descriptions, especially of that first visit Barnabas had at Moorland house?? I didn’t clip any because I would have ended up clipping the whole fucking thing. It was aching, haunting, beautiful, holyshit. Their romance is somehow more fucked up than Barnabas and Jonah’s…

Also, I was so eager to read this I skipped the tags/warnings and completely didn’t realize Mordechai was going to be an actual vampire so that was a VERY fun surprise lmfao.

Barnabas feels like he’s close to learning something about violence and desire, how close they are, how the wires can get crossed.

THIS QUOTE IS EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEE ugh I’m having an aneurysm over how Jonah managed to fashion Barnabas into a creature that could understand him by gifting him to Mordechai for a while… letting Mordechai crack him open at the points where he was already brittle and experience an influx of some of the true darkness of the world. Just a tasty taste. That way when he discovers the truth of Jonah’s occult interests he won’t run away, because he’s already got his own fingers in the mess. He’s already given himself to one horror, why not Jonah? Shave some of the shine off of his morality, make him nice and gray so he won’t contrast so much with Jonah… And satisfying his curiosity at the same time. Two birds.

Oh, also, still sobbing about this line:

he realises that he doesn’t want to wear any colours that Mordechai can’t properly see.

EVERY TIME I let my guard down for ten seconds you smacked me with more of Barnabas being the most precious bleeding heart in the universe!!!!!! He aches so much for the people he’s trying to help and he hates people like Mordechai but part of him also wants to save Mordechai, somehow… maybe recognizes the parts of him that are like these people, still. Nearly faded but not quite gone yet. And as you’ve already established, Barnabas simply cannot let things go. Can’t disappoint people… can’t leave them when he could be doing something. Anything. Augh, FEELINGS.

Of course he knew Mordechai and Jonah were friends, he’d just temporarily believed in a sane and fair universe where things like this don’t happen. 

AND YOU HAD SUCH A PERFECT BALANCE OF HUMOR… This could have been such a feelbad fic, and tbh it still would have been spectacular. But you always eased it at just the right moment to keep it from going off the rails into irretrievable deepdark territory. Fed me little soft moments so I’d still be vulnerable enough to have my HEART RIPPED OUT LATER…

I’m not super interested in the Buried canon-wise but I love how you’ve written Barnabas’ natural affiliation with it… so subtle but powerful? (Of COURSE Jonah was jealous, lmao. He had to work so hard and he’s still not on Barnabas’ level. There’s some kinda beautiful commentary on ambition versus goodwill in there somewhere but I’m too busy nursing my battered little heart right now to articulate it.) It wove its way in and out of the rest of the plot so naturally, too. For some reason it compliments Barnabas’ temperament as I read it in canon just… so well. Was there a discussion about this on the server, and if so, PLEASE tell me about it sometime I’m so fascinated.

Jonah wasn’t even present for a lot of the fic but his characterization was so INTENSE and luminous, Christ… I know I already praised it a bit but. Woof. I wasn’t expecting to get a taste of his POV at the end and I was so excited I kicked my feet (my cat was very disgruntled) like, this line!!!

Now, he thinks there’s some truth in those false statements, in the lies we tell and why we want to be believed.

GOD, YOU’RE REALLY GONNA GIVE ME FEELINGS ABOUT JONAH AND FUTURE-JONAHLIAS IN THE SAME FIC?????? EVIL… I’m so so so fucking here for it, oh my God, Jonah with an amplifying anxiety disorder, THE PRICE OF IMMORTALITY… too bad the Eye doesn’t let you see the future, Jonah, lmao… the line “immortality just made his anxiety turn nuclear” is SEARED into my brain now, I am NOT accepting canon to contradict this ever again. I’ve always wondered how Jonah’s neuroses might have worsened in two entire fucking CENTURIES and I love the way you wrote it. I am fucking. Losing my mind.

There’s so many other things I could comment on, like. The brief but glorious Jonah-grinding-himself-off-on-Barnabas’-thigh shenanigans. Was incredibly hot, and Mordechai’s poor fragile heart breaking, and Barnabas telling Isabel that it’s fine to call him Barny…….. I’m hhhhhhhhHHHH fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m just!! I am incomprehensible!!! Everyone told me this fic was amazing but it’s fucking amazing, Del, what the hell. I’m never gonna be the same after this. The end was SHOCKINGLY sweet and I have WHIPLASH.

………… So, now that I’ve made you read a novel. Hah. Sorry. My point is. I loved every bit of this. It deserved heaps more praise but my eyes are starting to cross. Thx for sharing :’) 

Love,

Tony xx

TONY. TONY THIS MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME. FIRSTLY I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THIS. SECOND OF ALL, THANKS TO YOU I’LL BE SCREAMING FROM THE ROOFTOPS FOREVER HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW THIS REVIEW HAS AFFECTED ME? IT’S THE BEST FEEDBACK I’VE EVER RECIEVED IN MY LIFE I FEEL LIKE A FIRSTGRADER GETTING THEIR FIRST GOLD STAR I FEEL ON TOP OF THE WORLD LIKE I COULD THROW THE JEWEL OF THE SEA OFF THE SHIP AND LEAN OVER THE RAILINGS BECAUSE YOUR ARMS ARE AROUND ME TONY IT’S BEEN MONTHS AND THIS REVIEW HAS BEEN A FIREPLACE KEEPING ME WARM THROUGH THE WINTER MONTHS I LOVE YOU DEARLY FOR THIS YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTE CHAMPION IF YOU WERE IN FRONT OF ME RIGHT NOW I WOULD FRENCH KISS YOU WITHOUT HESISTATION UNTIL THE BOTH OF US HAVE RUN OUT OF AIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING BLESS YOU TONY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

[slut-4-beetlejuice]

I would love some BJ fluff where the reader is a super romantic and sweet person (with a cold and sarcastic exterior) and he’s trying to figure out how to ask her out but he’s not gray and romance and gets the deetz and maitlands to help out

(hey, annon? thank you. i love this request!)

“Ah, sweet Satan I want them to punch me in the face”

That was Beetlejuice’s first thought when he first saw you. You we’re Lydias cousin and had recently moved into the Deetz home. They lived closer to the college you we’re attending, and agreed to let you move in for the time being to avoid having to pay for a dorm. You couldn’t lie, you we’re pretty stoked! Lydia had always been like a little sister to you, and the Deetz had welcomed you with opened arms. It was like it had always been your home.

For the first month or so, Beetlejuice was forced to watch you from afar. Lydia refused to introduce you two because God slash Satan forbid, he scare you away. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t into you though. you seemed like one of those tough as nails types. You wore a leather jacket and had a resting bitch face. He once saw you punch a Jehovah’s witness in the face for telling Lydia her mom was in hell. It was awesome.

But, the more he watched you, the more he stared to notice little things. Like how you would watch those sappy romance movies alone in your room and always cry at the ending. How you had one of the most impressive stuffed animal collections he had ever seen, and how valentine’s day was one of your favorite holidays because you “just liked the concept of love”

He realized that he may have had a crush on you. just maybe. But, it was confirmed after he finally got to meet you. you didn’t even flinch. It wasn’t everyday he found someone that could go toe to toe with him in flirting, and it caught him off guard. In a good way.

“hey Sexy. About time we finally got to meet.” He purred. You smirked, “I agree. I cant believe Lydia would keep such a handsome devil from me.” “I’m more than just a devil baby. I’m the ghost with the most.” “oh, are you now? You might have to show me sometime.” You smirked, walking away.

BJ was fucking smitten, and Lydia was regretting her life choices.

As Beetlejuice started to worm his way into your group, he started to notice more of the little things about you. Like the way your eyes lit up the room when you laughed, how infectious your smile was, and how you told a store with your whole body. It was the little things like that that got to him. You could just smile at him the right way and he’d go wild. It he had a heartbeat, it would go wild when you we’re near. Fuck, he was in love. And he had to admit to himself he was in love, and he had to do something about it. He had to ask you out. But there was a problem. How do you ask out a punk with a heart of gold? Which side do you appeal to?

Time to ask the experts.

“Adam, Barbara, I need your help.” Beetlejuice announced as he entered the attic. Adam sighed, “please, please tell me you didn’t put another racoon in the dishwasher.” “what? No, I told you that was a one time thing.” Beej mumbled. “then why did you do it twice?” Barbara questioned. “because the first time was a test run! Look guys, I need you’re help, it’s about y/n.” he pleaded.

Adam looked worried. “Beej, whatever you’re planning leave them out of it. They’re a nice person, and they don’t need to be caught up in some crazy scheme.” Adam said. Beetlejuice shook his head. “no, it’s not like that…it’s..welll..ugh.:” “you love them.” Barbara observed. “no, I don’t want to prank them, I wanna- wait did you just call me out? You knew I liked them?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” he could have been saved from so many sleepless night if she had just told him how he felt before.

Barbara shrug. “you had to figure it out yourself.” “ok, but how did you know he loved them?” Adam questioned. Barbara shrugged, “it’s an intuition thing. It’s the way he looks at them. The way he acts around them, his body language, ya know?” “well, could ya tell me how to ask them out, cause I got no fucking clue.” Beetlejuice sighed. “oh Beej, you’re thinking too hard about it.” Barbara smiled, “Y/N isn’t some enigma, just be straight forward and honest. Tell them how you feel and see if they feel the same way. Y/N is the kind of person that would apricate the honesty.” Adam nodded and agreed. “yea, Y/N wouldn’t like the emotional games. Like, they’re an emotional person, but that’s why they wouldn’t want you to beat around the bush. Then no feeling accidentally get hurt, and you both know where you stand without having to question your sanity.” Adam assured him. “bonus points for a romantic gesture.” Barba pointed at him and agreed. “mm, good point, y/n would like something cute and cheesy.” “cute and cheesy? Like what?” Beetlejuice questioned.

Adams eyes lit up. “stand outside their window with a boom box and play “I wanna know what love is” by foreigner! When they come down to see what all the rucks is, give them a rose and ask them to be yours. Its how I asked out Barbara!” he grinned, happy to give advice. “that’s genius.” BJ laughed, “no it’s not!” Barbara chimed it, “its way too cheesy! This isn’t the 80s or a movie, you can’t just do that. You’d be better off giving them a stuffed animal. You want slight cheesy, not double cheese.” “but its so genius.” “don’t do that Beej, its what’s the words the kids are saying these days? Cringy? Cringy. Its cringy Beej, promise me you won’t do that.” “but-“ “promise.” “fine. I promise I wont do that,” BJ sighed.

 ……………………………………………………………….

You yawned as you changed into your Pjs, ready for bed. It had been a long day, and you we’re ready to just crash out for a week. You went over and opened the second story window, smiling at the cool air. You went over to your bed and curled up under your warm covers. You we’re almost asleep when you heard a familiar song drifting into your room. You could have sworn you heard it before, but what was it?

You got up and went over to your window to figure out what it was, looked out the window and oh my god what was he doing?

Beetlejuice stood outside your window, holding a boom box high above his head as “I wanna know what love is” blasted out to you, and he sang every word with all of his soul. He looked like something out of the 80s, right down to the stiped denim jacket and sunglasses at night. Say what you want, he committed to the bit.

“I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE ISSSSS!! I WANT YOU TO SHOW MEEEE!!! I WANNA FEEL WHAT LOVE ISSSSSS!!!! I KNOW YOU CAN SHOW MEEEEEE!!!”

The poor neighbors.

“BJ! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”

“SEDUCING YOU!”

“WHAT?!”

“COME DOWN HERE!”

“NO! IT’S COLD OUT THERE!”

“FINE! THEN I’M COMING UP TO YOU!” he yelled up at you. He rested the boom box on his shoulder and started to float up to you. No way this was real. He smiled softly as he saw you. “Y/N, I like you. I like, really really like you. a lot. I might even love you. I think it’s love? I don’t know. I don’t know what love is to be honest. But, I want to. And I want you to show me.” He said sheepishly, producing a dead blackened rose from his pocket and handing it to you. “so…will you be mine?” he asked.

You felt like you had to be dreaming. This was crazy. But you couldn’t help but smile as you took the rose from him. “oh my god BJ!” you laughed, making room for him to enter your room and closing the window. “but, you know, you didn’t have to do all this. If you really wanted to be extra, you could have bought me a stuffed animal or something.” BJ feigned surprise. “See! I tried to tell Barb that, but she insisted this was the way to go!” he said, barely holding back the grin in his lie. You laughed and went and sat next to him on the bed, leaning into him. “I’m so sure” you giggled, leaning into your demon. “so is that a yes?” he asked. “hmm?” “to you being mine? I mean, you let me into your room, and we’re kinda cuddling right now, so, will you go out with me?” you laughed. “I mean, I gueeessss” you teased kissing his cheek. He blushed as pink threaded it’s way through his hair. “awesome.” He laughed.

Who knew asking out the punk with a heart of gold would be so easy?”

 (hey guys! This is my second time writing this, so, lets hope it actually posts this time. Nevertheless, I still had a lot of fun writing it. Fun fact, a Jehovah witness actually told me my dead mom was in hell for not accepting Jehovah once, so writing him getting the punched in the face was so cathartic and self-indulgent. I really like it and I hope you guys too! As always, constructive criticism is always welcomed, and let me know what you think!!)

[nobeliumoxygenoxygen]

Kaminari || Cruel one

SUMMARY: Kaminari forgets he hasn’t actually asked you to the dance and asks about matching outfits first. Cue him completely panicking and you, knowing exactly what’s going on, making him suffer even more because where would be the fun in doing otherwise?

GENRE: writing, kaminari x reader, she/her pronouns, crack?, prompt-ish based

WARNINGS: swearing

TEXTS from pikachu

hey for the dance

what r u wearing??

TEXTS to pikachu

what do u mean

TEXTS from pikachu

what do u mean what do u mean

what r u wearing??

TEXTS to pikachu

w h a t

TEXTS from pikachu

DONT w h a t me Y/N

for the dance????? next week???? what. r. u. wearing??

pls hurry before i spend my allowance on this cool skateboard i saw

suits are expensiveeeeeeeeeeee

but i need one suit to match u

TEXTS to pikachu

whoa hooold up 

im going to the dance?? UR going to the dance??

why do i need to match with u in the first place??

kami

kaminariiiiiiiiii answer meeeeee

“FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUU--”

“Stop swearing, goddamn, you’re swearing the roof off.”

Kaminari swiveled to gape at Bakugou, who was currently lifting weights absently as he scrolled through his phone. “You do not get to say that.”

“You’ve sworn ten times more than I have in my life, dunce face.”

“THE OCCASION CALLS FOR IT!”

Bakugou sighed harshly, dropping the weight on his bed before looking at Kaminari. “So you forgot to ask her. Yeah, dumb fucking move, but you can do that now.” He added, under his breath, “And get the fuck out of my room, too.”

Kaminari shook his head, letting out sounds that vaguely resembled wails but were more alike the bleats of goats than anything else. “Noooo, I can never face her again. Do you have ANY idea of the absolute mortification I am facing? I am DOOMED! I screwed up, I fucked up, I’ll never be a hero, I’ll never get married--”

Bakugou chucked one of his notebooks at the wailing child, grumbling about him being a “fucking annoyance” and that “if you don’t get out of my room right now I’m going to blow you up in our next lesson”. Yet, in Kaminari’s state, he surprisingly didn’t even care, merely grabbing the book and clutching it to his chest, as if it were a teddy bear.

A knock sounded at the door and the two glanced at it, Kaminari’s face paling because somehow, in his broken, embarrassed heart, he knew who was behind it.

“Bakugou? Is that Kaminari in there? Can we-can I talk to him?” Your voice called out.

Kaminari squeaked, literally diving onto Bakugou and clutching the other boy’s torso. “No no no,” He hissed, “I’m not in here, I’m not don’t you dare tell--”

Though really, he had been doomed the moment he chose Bakugou to vent to. What could he have possibly been thinking?

“Get off me!” Bakugou growled, violently wriggling around to throw him off. “Yeah, he’s in here. Just open the door and go get your fucking feelings sorted somewhere else. Or else.”

The door opened to reveal Y/N, a smile on your face that Kaminari interpreted as pitying and mocking and teasing even though it was the exact same smile you always gave to him--the smile you reserved just for him. Even if he was too much of an oblivious ass to notice.

Kaminari waved awkwardly, face uncomfortably warm, one arm still wrapped around Bakugou.

“Oh, am I interrupting something?” You asked, an eyebrow raised. Bakugou grunted, shoving Kaminari off hard enough that he tumbled forward.

“Hurry up and tell her you want to go to the dance--”

“Okaaay! Lalalala, there’s nothing to see here! Yup! Nothing at all!” Kaminari shrieked, bouncing up and rushing out of the room, Y/N leaning out of the way as he practically zoomed past. “I’m going out so I’ll see you later, yeah? Bye!”

“Kaminari!” You cried out after him as he speed walked away. You turned to Bakugou in exasperation. “Is he really going to ask me?” The boy nodded. “Are you sure?”

“Well, he’s been bugging us for weeks about it. I’d say go and find out yourself but it’s been fucking annoying so just hurry up and say yes already.” 

You grinned, thanking Bakugou before running after Kaminari, wherever he’d gone. He wasn’t hard to find though; he was still limping along the common room as he scrambled to put a jacket and shoes on so you caught up quite easily. “Hey,” You said simply, startling the boy. “So, got something to tell me?”

Kaminari swallowed, laughing nervously. “Mm, do I?” You nudged him, giving a pointed look. “I don’t know, it was pretty stupid. You don’t need to hear it.”

You sighed, hands on hips as you swerved around him to stand in front, effectively stopping him from advancing to the front door any longer. “I don’t think it’s going to be stupid, Kami. In fact, I don’t even know the question but my answer’s yes.”

“Is it, though?” He asked, looking unconvinced.

“Oh for goodness sake Kami!” You groaned. “How dense can you be? I’ve already said yes!”

Kaminari blushed, trying to save his dignity before it was destroyed completely. “But you don’t even know what I’m going to say!”

“I think I do.”

“Nuh-uh, for all you know I could be asking you to-to...” He dragged on the word to buy him time. “To lick the floor! Yeah!”

You blinked at that, both surprised and not. “Really?” You said flatly.

“Really.” Kaminari nodded.

“Okaaay then,” You drawled, eying him. “Well, in other news, I guess I’ll just go to the dance with someone else. Maybe Tokage and I can go together.”

This time it was Kaminari’s turn to blink as you stepped aside to walk away. What? What did you mean Tokage? The super cool recommended student in the other class? “Wai-wai-wait! Who? You’re going? Since when?!” He blurted, shock and disbelief in his tone. 

You smiled at him over his shoulder. “Since now. We both agreed that if someone didn’t ask us--certain someones--we’d just go together. Nice plan, right?” 

No. No it was not a nice plan who even planned something like that?! Going with-with some second choice?! That’s the height of desperation! And with Tokage?! Was that his competition? How was he supposed to compete with her?!

You felt this sickly satisfaction grow inside you as you watched his face go through all possible emotions. To add fuel to the fire, you continued, “Oh, wait, I need to go to her dorm. We’ll need to match--”

You were a cruel one, really, you were.

“Wait!” Kaminari cried out, spinning on the spot. “Are you-can you still wait? For...” This was it. Whatever higher power there was up there, please don’t let him screw up. Please show him the signs--the way. “For that certain someone? Is it not too late?”

You hmmed, swaying from side to side. “Mayyyyybe. It’ll be too late in about...” You checked your watch. “Five minutes. So that certain someone better hurry,” You sang, smiling fiendishly.

Kaminari swallowed nervously. Why was he shaking so much? Somewhere, in the rational part of his mind, he knew you were going to say yes, knew that it was him you were talking about, knew you’d go with him. You’d already said it! But...

He’d never been quite good at this sort of thing anyway. It was always just something for him to fantasize about. When would one of his crushes actually like him back after all? That only happened in romance movies. Not that he watched them. Either way, he wasn’t like any of the male main characters--he was just Kaminari, ‘dunce-face’ and class clown. Not even class clown, he was just one of the class clowns. He wasn’t so special that he’d really catch your attention. Or was he?

You cleared your throat.

“Uh, Y/N, so will you, if you want, I guess. Will you go out with--wait, no, I mean, will you go to the dance with me? If you want to! But like, I think you do.” He blanched. “You do, right?” Fuuu-- “Did I do it right? Oh wait, crap, I didn’t--”

Distantly, he heard a few snickers--Jirou? Ashido?--behind him. “This is too painful to watch ohmygod.”

You simply laughed, but kindly, stepping forward before giving him a short kiss to the cheek, smiling and wow did you always look so bright and gorgeous and-- “Yes, Kami, I’ll go to the dance with you. Even go out with you. Thanks for finally asking.”

And all at once it felt like the weight of a thousand worlds had lifted from his shoulders. You’d accepted. Holy crap you’d accepted-- “YES!” He cheered, pumping a fist in the air. Maybe it didn’t only happen in movies after all!

“Damn, excited much?” Someone else laughed.

You nudged him, but it felt more comforting now, better than before. “We need to match, right? Let’s go now, you’re already half-dressed.”

Kaminari nodded, maybe nodded one too many times but could anyone blame him? He’d finally asked and you’d actually said yes--yes!

He grinned, feeling his electricity pumping just under his skin from his excitement. 

So maybe he was that special.

--

TEXTS to lizard girl 🦎

he finally did it

i actually had to pull the move

TEXTS from lizard girl 🦎

lmaoooooooo he finally grew balls????

he mustve been jealous

go get him Y/N

coz hes not gonna get u obvs

TEXTS to lizard girl 🦎

stooop hes just shy!!

more than shy,,,,,

TEXTS from lizard girl 🦎

hes not shy hes just scared shitless

TEXTS to lizard girl 🦎

hes not scaredddd just,,,,,,,,,,

i mean asking someone to the dance is a bit scary

TEXTS from lizard girl 🦎

youve already got it bad

welp have fun ;) ;) ;)))))))

hes finally got some balls u can.... ;;;;;))))))))))))))))))))))))

TEXTS to lizard girl 🦎

annnnd this conversation is over

A/N: this was based on this post because a good portion of class 1a would probs do this just saying - 

(is that thing about posts with links not showing up in search bars still happening???) also this was written like weeks ago but i never got around to posting so im unsure if i got kami’s character right so like i dont mind constructive criticism!! hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!!

[mermaidsirennikita]

January 2019 Book Roundup

New year, new reading challenge, etc.  After a decidedly bad start, I found 1) a very fun, very Gothic thriller 2) a sad but well-written YA contemporary about toxic friendships and 3) a fun Holly Black sequel.  Not a total loss, then!  My favorite book of the month, all things considered, was really probably Holly Black’s The Wicked King--if largely because the ending was exactly what it should have been.  On to February!  I’ll try to read a bit more romance that month, juuust to rub my own single-ness in a bit more.

Lie to Me by J.T. Ellison.  1/5.  Ethan and Sutton seem like they have it all--he’s a famous author, even if he has been struggling with writer’s block for years; she’s a successful romance novelist, though her recent run-in with a nasty reviewer online has tarnished her reputation.  Though they were shaken by the loss of their baby, they seem to be getting it together.  Until Sutton goes missing, with a note to Ethan warning him to avoid looking for her.  I won’t say much more, because you can probably guess the plot here, save for some twists that weren’t really twists because they were only there to shock and made very little sense.  This book ripped off Gone Girl to a degree that wasn’t so much capitalizing on the domestic thriller craze as it was literally ripping off Gone Girl.  This was just kind of stupid.

Luna and the Lie by Mariana Zapata.  2/5.  Luna works at an auto shop, and has for years, while supporting her younger sisters.  One of her bosses has become a father figure to her; the other, Ripley (or “Rip”) is the bane of her existence.  However, when Luna is invited to her grandmother’s funeral, she is concerned about coming into contact with her estranged family again.  In a bid to stay protected, she asks Rip to accompany her--which leads to her keeping a secret for him.  Honestly, I don’t even feel like I can properly give this a review because it just kind of bounced off of me.  I don’t mind a simple, even kind of dumb plot as long as I’m enjoying myself, and I just wasn’t here.  But someone else might!  A Zapata book’s enjoyability, I’ve learned, lives and dies on whether or not you’re into the male lead.  Rip was like...................... the opposite of my type.  So it didn’t work for me.

The Au Pair by Emma Rous.  4/5.  On the day that Seraphine and her twin brother, Danny, were born, their mother Ruth flung herself from the cliffs outside their ancestral home of Summerbourne.  Shortly after the death of their father twenty-five years later, Seraphine discovers a photo taken on the day of her birth, before Ruth died--but in it, Ruth is holding only one baby.  Increasingly obsessed with the truth behind her past, Seraphine seeks out Laura, the au pair employed by her parents before the twins were born.  But the more Laura avoids her, the clearer it becomes that what happened that day at Summerbourne may be worse than Seraphine imagined.  This book is ALL about the atmosphere.  It’s got a Gothic vibe, with the characters’ obsession with family and Summerbourne adding this super creepy edge to everything.  I can’t say that the plot is especially fantastic--I did see the ending coming, and I can’t say that much here was super revolutionary.  But the tone?  A+.

The Wicked King by Holly Black.  4/5.  In the sequel to The Cruel Prince, Jude has now had control of Cardan, the new High King, for five months.  This makes her the true power behind the throne--but her relationship with Cardan is not an easy alliance.  Struggling with her attraction to Cardan, Jude is warned that someone close to her is a traitor; and in order to keep her power, she must uncover that person’s identity as soon as possible.  This book was so dependent on the love-hate dynamic between Jude and Cardan working.  And oh, it does.  The tension between them simmers.  Their dynamic is easily the most compelling part of the book.  And the rest is good, too--I’m not one of those people that thinks Black has reinvented the wheel regarding the fairy thing in YA... because she hasn’t.  But this was *fun*, and I enjoyed it.  I could do without some of the cringey aspects of Black’s fairies (I refuse to call them faeries).  Overall, however, I’m really excited for the next book--the ending really sealed this one.

White Stag by Kara Barbieri.  2/5.  Janneke has lived in servitude to the goblin Soren for nearly a century, given to him by his wicked uncle, Lydian.  Just as she realizes that her humanity is slowly eroding, the Erlking dies, leaving a power vacuum.  Determined to keep Lydian from ascending to the throne, Janneke joins Soren in the hunt for the White Stag--the future king’s source of power--and along the way struggles with coming to terms with both her past trauma and her uncertain future.  This book has a great premise, but is bogged down by a lack of worldbuilding and slow pacing.  It just couldn’t keep my attention, despite the fact that I am an admitted sucker for sexy goblin books (HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO MEEEEEE).  Furthermore, although I appreciated Janneke’s trauma and the fact that she still hadn’t come to terms with it, something about the way it was handled felt rather clumsy?  Well-intended and not exploitative, but... yes, clumsy.  I wouldn’t be against trying something else by Barbieri as I think she has potential, but the pacing ultimately killed a lot of my interest in this one.

Our Year of Maybe by Rachel Lynn Solomon.  4/5.  Sophie and Peter have been best friends since childhood; and Peter has been sick the whole time.  Now that she’s turned eighteen, Sophie is donating her kidney to Peter; and she secretly hopes that this will be the catalyst for the change in their relationship that she’s long wanted.  But after the transplant, Peter is different--he’s free for the first time in his life.  Free to pursue new interests, a life separate from Sophie--and Chase, a boy he likes.  As Sophie and Peter grow apart--both struggling with guilt and gratitude--they find themselves forced to define a relationship that may be growing toxic.  First off, I love the way that Solomon writes her characters.  They’re so real and flawed and sometime straight-up assholes.  I also love that Peter is bi and this is just kind of a part of him--but a part he’s never really been able to explore, due to his illness.  There’s a lot at play here, and neither Sophie nor Peter get a villain edit, which is refreshing.  They just... are incredibly codependent.  And there is a good deal of attraction going on there, which adds to the complexity of what they’re dealing with.  And really, neither of them have ever had anyone else to lean on outside of family.  This book is basically just digging in to Sophie and Peter’s relationship; outside of that, there isn’t too much plot.  But that?  Is really good.  Is it quite as good as Solomon’s debut, “You’ll Miss Me When I’m Gone”?  Not really.  But God, she’s a breath of fresh air in YA contemporary.

Echo North by Joanna Ruth Meyer.  3/5.  After hardship debilitates his family, Echo’s father journeys out to sell his wares.  Echo finds him lost in the woods, at the mercy of the very same wolf that scarred her years before.  The wolf gives Echo an offer: if she spends a year in his home, her father will be set free.  Taking the deal, Echo finds herself in an ever-changing house full of living books and secret rooms, with the wolf as her constant companion.  He sleeps in her room at night, with only one rule: she must never light the candle to look at him in the dark.  As you can imagine, this is an “East of the Sun, West of the Moon” retelling.  And there were so many things I loved about it.  The writing style is super pretty, exactly what you’d want from a fairy tale.  Furthermore, Meyer plays with some really interesting concepts that I hadn’t seen before.  But... I never was as emotionally attached as I wanted to be.  Nothing really surprised me.  I’d like to see what she does next, but I do think she needs to work a bit on character development and emotional intensity.

[ladysaruka]

A Night to Remember...Unfortunately.

Here is the charity fanfic for the most excellent @mollyraesly who requested Jon x Sansa! I hope you like it! Thank you so much for donating.

Sansa had to hand it to Jon; many beers into open mike night and he was committing to the chorus of Wonderwall, in all his guitar strumming glory.

“I…I have to go home with that,” she whispered, unable to pry her eyes away the current train wreck that was her boyfriend.

“Well, that’s your own damn fault,” Robb tutted unsympathetically, phone out and recording.

“You, very literally, made your bed” Arya said while flicking her fingers across her screen for maximum zoom. “Now you lay in it.”

Jon finished with a flourish and stalked off the stage, handing back the acoustic guitar back to the slightly more serious artist he had briefly stolen it from. He rejoined them—looking smug of all things.

Quite the turn around from the man who groaned, long and loud, when they walked in and saw the microphone and spare bar stool set up in the corner of the bar. Of course, Jon didn’t plan to perform, something he usually actively avoided. But they were out with Robb and Arya, who could convince Jon to do damn near anything, especially as the night wore on and the three of them had more and more to drink.

“Did ya see me out there?” Jon said with a satisfied grin.

“Oh, did we ever.”

“Poetry for the eye and ear, Snow.”

“Would you like some water, sweetie?” Sansa offered gently.

Jon waved her off. “Nah, beer’s fine for me.”

“Need to hydrate after all,” Robb said encouragingly.

“I do?” said Jon, looking very befuddled and cradling his beer.

Arya, grinning right beside him, added, “We await your encore.”

“You do?”

“Breathlessly.”

“Which makes it such a damn shame, but we need to go home,” Sansa interrupted, visions of embarrassment dancing through her head as she grabbed her man’s hand. “Like, right now.”

“But you’re our desig-designated driver,” Robb pouted, stumbling over the syllables.

Shooting her brother a look, Sansa huffed, “I think you lost the right to a free ride.” She then turned her gaze to her little sister. “And seeing how somebody is still a few months shy of legal, and shouldn’t be drinking at all, you should have the facilities to call a cab.”

“We’re leaving?” Jon said, just now realizing this fact and immediately joining Robb in pouting. “We just got here!”

“Jon, it’s past mignight,” Sansa said tersely.  

“Aw man.”

Thankfully Jon wasn’t so forgone that he couldn’t walk, so with some gentle herding, she got him in the car, home, and even in pajamas, all without incident. Actually getting into bed, however, was where Sansa’s luck began to run out.

“God, you’re hot,” Jon mumbled.

“Aren’t you sweet,” Sansa said distractedly as she put a glass of water in one hand and some ibuprofen in the other.

“It’s just—” Jon paused to swallow the pills—“How? You are so out of my league.”

“You’re a good guy,” Sansa said, feeling a bit charmed, despite Jon currently being a drunken pain in the neck. She gave him a gentle shove to settle him into the pillows.

“But you’re really hot,” Jon protested, looking very concerned and not lying down at all.

“You can tell me all about it tomorrow.” Another shove, this time with a bit more force and he laid back onto the bed.

The very worried look didn’t leave his face as he watched Sansa climb in on her side, but he said no more, and was asleep in minutes.

***

Sansa never did like sleeping in on the weekends. It always just enough of a schedule change to throw her off come Monday. Ghost needed to go out first thing in the morning, anyway.

So, leaving Jon in the bedroom, Sansa took Ghost out for a short walk and then went to make herself breakfast. She was looking forward to a lazy Saturday at home, never changing out her comfy clothes, loafing around, cuddling her dog, watching tv, or reading a romance novel while her boyfriend, inevitably, whined and whimpered his way though a hangover.

There was a knock on the door, just as she was sitting down to eggs and toast. Sansa was going to just pretend to not be home to answer when her phone buzzed with a text from Robb, announcing himself.

“What are you doing here so early?” Sansa huffed, but let Robb, and Arya quick on his heels, inside.

Robb made great show of being hurt as Ghost greeted them, tail a-wagging. “Do I need a reason to see my own sister and bestest of friends?”

“Who are both conveniently located in the same apartment?” Arya added.

“Exactly!”

Sansa rolled her eyes. “After the night you had I’m surprised you’re up this early.”

“Compared to Jon I barely touched the stuff.” Robb looked about. “Speaking of which where is he? Still sleeping it off?”

Not waiting for an answer, Robb went back the bedroom, a sniggering Arya behind him.

“What are you doing?” Sansa had just sat back down, under the mistaken assumption that her siblings were actually going to talk to her. Her breakfast was getting cold. “Leave him alone!”

Before she could move from the table once again she was interrupted by—

“BECAUSE MAAAAAAYBEEEEEEE YOU’RE GONNA BE THE ONE THAT SAVES MEEEEEE”

Jon’s last night performance, in all it’s recorded glory.

“Oh lord…”

“AND AFTERAAAAAALLLLL YOU’RE MY WONDERWAAAAAALLLL.”

In stereo, even.

A great, lumbering mass came from the bedroom. It was Jon, wrapped up in their bed’s comforter and looking like someone’s babushka grandmother from the Old Country. Robb and Arya, phones held high, followed after him, gleeful. Jon looked rightfully victimized.

“Sansaaaa…. make them stop,” Jon said hoarsely.

“I SAID MAAAAAAAAAAYBBBBEEEEE”

“Cut it out you two,” Sansa snapped as she guided Jon to a chair.

He immediately slumped over. And then his head kept falling downwards, flopping on the tabletop, the comforter folding over his head like a floral hoodie. Sansa discretely tugged her eggs out the way of some excess fabric.

Robb sat down opposite of him, thankfully putting his phone away. Arya had propped herself up on the countertop.

“If you thought we were going to forget out this…”

With a comforting arm around the lump that was her boyfriend, Sansa shot her brother a murderous glare. “This was not necessary, and you know it.”

Robb managed to look contrite. “I know, I know, but it was so damn funny, Sansa. And since you and Jon actually got serious, he hasn’t made a jackass of himself over you in forever. I miss that entertainment.”

“Jon wasn’t making a jackass of himself—at least over me—last night!”

“Oh come on,” Arya said with a snort. “He so happens to get onstage after that hipster chatted you up for, like, ten minutes? And jacks the guy’s guitar to do it?”

“That guy wasn’t ‘chatting me up’ we were just talking. I was out with my boyfriend, my big brother and my little sister, for goodness’ sake.”

Arya rolled her eyes. “Yeah, talking about his music and what inspires him.”

“Beauty is what inspires me” Robb imitated in a pompous voice.

“Stringy-looking fucker,” the comforter grumbled. “Couldn’t even grow a proper beard”

“It was a weak beard” Arya agreed.

“Wait, I was there, I saw you guys encourage him.”

“Not saying we didn’t,” Robb said and held up hands in no contest. “But that idiot definitely set it off.”

“Alright, you know what,” Sansa said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Get out, both of you. You’ve had your fun, you’ve made Jon all grumpy. Leave and let me try and get him back into bed.”

“Can we have some breakfast too?”

“Arya, if you and Robb don’t get out right now, the breakfast I’ll be giving you will be served up on a plate aimed at your heads.”

“Okay, okay, were leaving, yesh.”

***

It was a very quiet Jon that came out of the bedroom five hours later. Joining her and Ghost on the couch, he asked solemnly, “How big of a fool did I make of myself?”

“How do you want the news, with numbers or literary examples?”

“Plain numbers, please.”

“A solid four.”

“Just a four, really?”

“Aw, come on Jon” Sansa said, wrapping an arm around him. “You only over-enthusiastically sang a song. And I always said you have a nice voice.”

Jon just held his head in his hands and groaned.

“You didn’t even punch someone,” she continued cheerfully. “Not like that one time you punched Harry.”

“I was defending your honor.”

“My honor is not worth the nasty broken nose you got out of it.”

“It most certainly was,” Jon replied curtly.

Sansa decided to let the topic drop. She wasn’t in the mood to get into that old argument.

“Only thing that bothers me, was that you were apparently jealous. Am I not allowed to talk to other guys now?”

“What? No of course not, don’t be ridiculous,” Jon said and fell back into the couch.

“It’s just…” he mumbled. “There are times when it’s so clear to see that you could have done so much better than me. I’m not the kind of guy you went for.”

“Yeah, but—”

“And how I thought I dressed all right enough, until you started dressing me, and I started getting more callbacks from interviews.”

Sansa smiled at that. “Look good and feel good in what you’re wearing, and people do notice.”

“Well I know that now, but I remember laughing about it with Robb and Arya.”

“That went away as soon as they had someone they wanted to impress,” Sansa said, which made Jon laughed, if only a little before returning to frowning at himself.

“Remember that guy you punched?” she said, cuddling in close to Jon, who nodded. “Remember why?”

“He was yelling at you, in public, and saying horrible things to you, and I could see you shrinking back and… it just got to me.”

“Well, he was yelling at me because I caught him cheating, and by some gaslighting of the patriarchy, he was actually making me feel bad and blame myself. And before that it was Joffery, who was his own tier of terrible. And yes, those were the type of guys that I, for whatever misguided reason, went after: Looked great, treated me bad.”

Thinking about her old boyfriends made Sansa relish this moment with Jon all the more. True, Jon at this point could do with a shower, but it could wait a little longer.  It didn’t take away from how warm and solid he felt holding her, how safe she was at this exact moment. For however stupid the reason was, if the extent of Jon’s jealous behavior was karaoke, she would gladly take it.

“Any day of the week, I would much rather have you— kind, considerate, and handsome to boot.” She gave him another squeeze. “Plus, I get the super fun project of dressing up all that handsome to look like an actual human being.”

Jon was finally smiling. “That last jab aside, all that flattery makes me wanna make out on the couch.”

Sansa paused, and drew away a little bit.

“I’m usually into that, but you have’t brushed your teeth in, like, over twenty-four hours.”

***

Sansa was having a very peaceful Sunday organizing her craft things when Arya called. Which should have served as warning enough of some oncoming trouble, as her sister preferred to communicate through monosyllabic texts unless absolutely necessary.

“Hello, how are y—”

“-Okay so something has happened and I need you to help me tell Jon so he doesn’t kill me.”

“What happened, are you alright?”

“I’m not hurt or anything, calm down.”

Sansa could hear her sister roll her eyes.

“Wait, why would Jon want to kill you,” she asked, going back to arranging her colored pencils chromatically now that she knew that Area wasn’t bleeding out or anything. “Don’t tell Robb, cause he’ll be a baby about it, but you’re totally his favorite.”

“Well, I was working on my mix media project with Gendry and wanted to show him the video—“

“Even though we asked you guys not to?” Sansa tutted. It seemed her strong worded texts had been for nought.

“Andweweretryingtomakesureourprojectwouldloadand—” Her sister’s voice was growing more and more panicked.

“Arya, slow down, what happened?”

There was a disconcertingly long beat of silence.

“I may have accidentally uploaded Jon’s video to the internet.”