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obscurushydrae · 9 months ago

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Rules of Play

Please at least give it a read! Liking this post also means it’s more likely I will follow back, as I know you have RAU’d.

Updated 08/19/2024

ABOUT:

Kar/Karmun/Karthonic either-or. If you'd rather separate mun/muse you can use my middle name, Asher to refer to me.

They/Them is cool.

From New York, so the timezone is EST.

Birthday’s January 1990, so 30+

Spoonie with AuDHD

Artist, and educator, so I can get busy. I commute, so I'm on the train for a few hours a day as well and can be sporadic activity wise.

On mobile most of the time.

I left the Tumblr RPC 4 years ago so forgive me as I catch up with the new etiquette, etc.

Personal blog @karthonic.

Sci-Fi Muse: @stellevatum

ARK AU: @sidisaspecto & @hln-4

GENERAL:

Above all else: Be Excellent to each other and party on, dudes!

First and foremost: my activity is sporadic. I refuse to let myself be like I was when I left the RPC in 2019. I may queue a lot of shit. I may go into a black hole for a few weeks or months. I may forget threads or lose them. It doesn't mean I don't care-- I am here to have fun and not get stressed over things.

If you ever want to reach out-- all my blogs and personal are listed above, and my discord is on request to mutuals, even though I'm just as much a cryptid on there as well.

Lurking for a bit before reaching out is fine, but I would like genuinely interested folks. Optional but I have an Interest Tracker for organization purposes.

Communication is key. My muse might be intimidating, but I'm not-- just very busy and on mobile more often than not. Don’t know something, or want me to elaborate: ask! I forgot a reply or not feeling a thing anymore, lemme know. I'm good. I like get to know the people I write with, it makes me plot things better.

This incarnation Kar is for Contemporary Supernatural/Fantasy/Mythology like verses. You can find the Og/Sci-Fi flavored Kar at @stellevatum.

While she's BPRD based, don’t sweat it if you don’t know the other stuff. If your fandom/verse has a way in, I can finagle her into all sorts of place (she's literally an cosmic horror at heart).

That ‘selective’ part comes into play. I have every right to not follow someone, decline a roleplay, just as you do. Just be polite and respectful.

Crossover/AU/Multiverse/Self Insert friendly. Not your thing, then feel free to not follow.

There will be casual mentions of recreational drug use, more often than not mentions of alcohol than drugs, but will be tagged upon request. Other possible triggers are her fatalistic humor.

This is not a content resource blog. If you’re here for the pretty pictures, aesthetics, or memes, this is not the blog for you.

Godmoding is discouraged but I’m not going to stop it. I will likely try to out ridiculous you Bugs Bunny style. Even though she can’t die, you’re free to try and kill her, but let me know first (either way she’s gonna be pissed FYI).

Most art is mine but will be credited. If I reblog any art reposted without the original creator’s permission, let me know. I’ll remove it.

FOLLOWING/UNFOLLOWING:

Please don’t follow/interact if you’re under 18. If I follow anyone underage, it’s because I wasn’t able to access any about/ooc information, please don’t take it personally if I unfollow!

If I don’t follow you and you follow me, please just hit me up before doing something. Just because I don’t follow means I’m not interested, I just don’t think our characters mesh with the information given. If we chat about it, who knows!

If I follow you or like a post but not follow, it's likely because I want to check out your rules but can't find a mobile friendly/need time to look through things, especially if it's a carrd. If you follow back, I'll message/send passwords as I don't want to overstep.

I don’t usually greet/interact with personal blogs, so side blogs off personals give me a heads up. Otherwise, I might miss you.

I may unfollow or softblock-- but that doesn't mean I am not against second chances. It usually mean either we haven't really done anything and I'm keeping my dash tidy or you never followed back so I'm taking the hint and stepping off, or you were inactive for 6+ month and I assume you abandoned the blog.

If you'd prefer I don't accidentally re-follow, you are free to hardblock. It's a bummer, but we need to what makes each of us comfortable to write. I will only hardblock if it is in your rules or if it was something serious that warrants it.

IN CHARACTER:

Compatible Fandoms (ie I am Familiar with): BPRD/Hellboy, Hades, Devil May Cry, Wolfenstein, Gravity Falls, WTNV, Obey Me!, Sandman, Good Omens, Hellsing, Persona, Durarara!!, Castlevania, Blood of Zeus, Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, Basically anything with demons/angels/gods and the like. I will interact with Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss muses, even though personally I don't vibe with Viv.

Kar is an ancient cosmic horror who was supposed to destroy all reality. Raised by mortals, so she thought she was. But she's also got other forms, which folks may see.

As for appearance, unless you’re really looking you might notice the fangs. And for the most part, assume she’s wearing her signature sunglasses covering her eyes since those rarely are taken off in public.

While not usually brought up, but Kar has attempted to end her life and self-harmed. Nowadays it’s usually just masked with fatalistic humor, recreational drug use, and lots of drinking.

There will be mentions of Nazis particularly of the occult sort, so if that makes you uncomfortable please feel free to step away.

ASKS:

Askbox will only be open for IC interactions, save for when the meme specifies Mun. IMs are for OOC communication. Anon feature is for sideblogs, multimuses to interact ICly with me. Any Anon messages good or bad directed to the Mun (outside of memes) will be ignored. The Anon feature is privilege, I will revoke it for my well-being if need be.

No Magic Anons, please!

There’s no need to wait to send me a meme if you’ve followed me for 5 minutes or 5 months, send the thing.

Reblog Karma is going to be enforced on this blog. That is, if you reblog an ask meme off me, please send me one. Otherwise, reblog the meme from @karref

THREADS:

Jump on any open post, there’s no need to ask permission, they’re there for that reason!

I will be keeping my posts simple! I don't have the time/energy to make formatted posts, and I like to keep things as accessible as possible. I do try to keep track of the heavily plotted stuff, but the casual things might drop off. Feel free to remind me if it's been a bit!

Communicate! If you’re having trouble writing a reply, talk to me! If you don’t like or not feeling a thread, say so and drop the thread. That also doesn’t mean things are done for good. Come to me if you want to skip/do something else.

If you’d rather we move things to discord, just ask! I’ll set up a server just for us!

SHIPPING:

Shipping is welcomed and willing to discuss the possibility, but I leave the rest to chemistry and just how we as writers write. Kar is into male muses, and will be polite about turning other people down, unless one doesn’t take the hint.

I will only write ships with muns older than 21, but 25+ is preferred.

That being said, I will no longer tolerate stringing me along, or vague replies. Please be clear and direct. If you are interested; say so. If you are not or no longer wanting to go in that direction, tell me. Any vague or non-committal replies will be treated as disinterest and dropped.

This blog is multiship, meaning each relationship is treated as its own separate place in the multiverse unless discussed and agreed upon.

Kar can be polifidelitous. She’s okay with having multiple partners and those partners having partners if your character is cool with it. But she can be selectively monogamous in your little bubble too.

NSFW may be on here, or I might do it over discord. I'm playing it by vibes. As I don't really have any established romantic stuff since rebooting, I can't say with any certainty. Will update when I do know.

TAGGING/ HARD LIMITS:

Blood, Gore, Body Horror, Drugs, etc, will be tagged with (name); for instance drugs; . Special Tags on request.

Posts will be tagged upon request, just let me know!

If you read and understand this, I would appreciate if you'd leave a like the post, that way I know you have without forcing a password.

But if you'd like to message me, here's a DM icebreaker: What's your favorite extinct animal? (If you're lucky I may have cool fact about it.)

HOPE TO WRITE WITH YOU SOON! :D

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tongueofsailor · 2 years ago

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Eddie, My Love

pairing: eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie has a rough day at school and comes to you for comfort

wc: 1.5k

requested: by anon! "could you write something about Eddie being sad and down and fem reader sings him "Eddie My Love" by The Chordettes and it makes him happy"

an: this is posted on both my main blog (@sailortongue) and this one bc tags aren't working on my main

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Eddie had finally pushed Jason to his breaking point. He’d been on his usual spiel criticizing the social hierarchy when Jason stood from his table and snapped, “All of this philosophical bullshit is coming from the guy who couldn’t pass English to save his god forsaken life. Come on, Munson, you’re damn near twenty and still in high school. When are you gonna stop spewing shit and buckle down and study?”

Eddie’s facade faltered for a moment, but was instantly replaced with a shit-eating grin. “Looks like I’ve struck a nerve, Carver! What a rare outburst of emotion! Aside from your daily Shakespearean love confessions to your girlfriend and your presidential candidate speeches in the middle of school functions, of course.”

Jason laughed humorlessly, irritation visible through his now red cheeks. “At least I act like I love my girl, all I’ve ever seen of you and Yn is her sitting at your side at your little circus show over there, like a dog. Maybe I’m not well-versed in freak etiquette, but I’m pretty sure that makes you a loser and a shitty boyfriend. Come to think of it, I don’t see her here. Maybe she realized she was too good for a stupid asshole like you and ditched. Can’t blame her really, it was bound to happen sometime.”

Without a response from Eddie, the blonde sat down again and continued to eat, receiving pats on the back from his teammates for his insults. Eddie remained silent, even when his friends tried to ask if he was okay. He obviously wasn’t, but they just didn’t know what else to say.

After the last bell sounded, Eddie closed his locker only to come face to face with none other than Dustin Henderson. He plastered on the biggest smile he could muster. “Henderson! Hey man-“

“Cut the bullshit, man. I know you, and I know you feel like shit because you let a guy who ‘throws balls into laundry baskets’ get to you. Look, dude, with you in such a bad mood, the campaign’s gonna suck tonight. So, why don’t you just go home and maybe see what Yn is up to. None of us have seen her all day and we were wondering if she was out sick or something.”

Eddie intervened. “But the guys-”

“I already told everyone to go home, Eddie. Go take care of your sweetheart or whatever. If it was Suzie-”

Eddie scrunched his face up and shook his head. “Dude I do not wanna hear about you and Suzie. Ok, I’ll go. But only because I need to take care of Yn.” He started off, and Dustin was left standing in a mostly empty hallway. The younger boy knew that his friend needed Yn more than she needed him right now, but he also knew him well enough to know that he’d rather die than ask for comfort. But that didn’t stop him from being peeved at being brushed off so quickly.

“Thanks, Dustin! You give the best advice, Dustin! I’d love to hear about your healthy relationship with your beautiful girlfriend, Dustin!” He shook his head and scoffed. “The things I do for this kid.”

Eddie wasted no time after leaving Dustin in the hall. He headed straight for his van with every intent to go directly to your house. Upon his arrival, he clambered out as fast as he could. He didn’t want to show it in school, but Jason’s words had struck some insecurities. What if Jason was right? What if you didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Waiting for you to answer your door felt like an eternity. When you finally opened the door, Eddie pulled you into a hug before you got the chance to even ask why he was there. The act he’d maintained since lunch cracked, the first tears trailing down his face.

You hated to do it, but you pulled away from him. The hurt look on Eddie’s face broke your heart and you tried to reassure him as quickly as you could. “I’m gonna hug you, I promise. Come in so I can shut the door, ok?” He nodded feebly. Once you had him off your doorstep, you grabbed his hand and led him to your room. You sat on the bed and he followed suit, sitting next to you, the bed dipping under his weight. “Do you wanna talk about it or do you just want a hug?”

Rather than give you a verbal response, he pulled your body into his, arms wrapped firmly around you. You melted into his embrace as he laid his head on your chest, hiding his face. You two laid in silence for what felt like hours, but was probably only 30 minutes or so, until he lifted his head and looked at you.

“Hi.” He croaked, voice dry.

“Hey, baby.” You pushed his bangs out of his eyes and brushed your fingers across his cheek. “Wanna tell me what’s got you all upset, huh?”

He stayed quiet for a moment, choosing his next words carefully.

“Do you-“ He looked strained, but you nodded him on encouragingly. “Do you ever regret being with me?” When he saw your face drop, he tensed.

“Not that I think you do! You don’t act like you do, you act like you care about me and you tell me you love me a lot! It’s just that, y’know, I’m not the type of guy girls like you settle for.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Girls like me?”

Suddenly, his attention was grabbed by your sheets. “I mean, you get what I mean. You’re perfect. You’re crazy smart, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and people just respect you so much. You’re intimidating, but you’re so good, you know? And-”

You felt your heart shatter as you took in his frantic state.

“Eddie, sweetheart,” You intervened gently. “As much as I would usually love your sweet compliments, I have to stop you there.” His attention was still on your bed, so you took his face in your hands and forced him to look at you.

“I didn’t settle for you, first of all. You’re the best thing that’s ever come out of living in this miserable little town. You’re my favorite person, okay Ed? And yeah, I am smart, and good, but-“

“And beautiful and intimidating.” He interrupted.

You softened and smiled at him.

“-and beautiful and intimidating. But you are all of those things and more, do you understand that? You literally create worlds out of sheets of paper with made-up stats on them. And as if that’s not impressive enough, you share that with people. And they look up to you, Eddie. So what-the-fuck-ever if pricks at school think it’s stupid, it’s just what you like, ok? Are we clear? I don’t know who put these doubts in your head, but they don’t know you like I do, ‘kay?” He released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, and finally fully relaxed back into you. “Okay.”

As you stroked his hair, you listened to the sound of his breathing. Soon enough, it calmed, becoming even with yours, but the tension in his muscles had yet to dissipate. You two laid in silence for a comfortable time, until you began to hum a tune softly, hoping it would help him to relax more.

Eddie shifted curiously, but didn’t lift his head. As you continued, he felt you gently tracing soothing shapes on his back, where your hand had ended up under his shirt. “Eddie my love, I love you so-”

Finally, his eyes met yours, confused, and you smiled softly before beginning to sing the words.

“How I’ve wanted for you, you’ll never know.” You brought the hand that wasn’t rubbing his back up to his face and cupped his cheek carefully.

“Please Eddie, don’t make me wait too long, oh Eddie, Eddie, I love you so.” Entranced, he leaned into your hand and kissed your palm, all while still staring in awe at your face.

“Eddie please write- just one line, tell me your love, is only mine.” In between lyrics, you moved your hand to the back of his neck, and landed a gentle kiss on his temple.

“Please Eddie, don’t make me wait too long, oh Eddie my love, I love you so.” Finally, you brought him in for a sweet kiss. As you pulled away, a goofy smile appeared on his face.

“Where’d you hear that song, sweetheart? ‘Cause I know little old me didn’t introduce it to you.” You giggled and shook your head.

“No, you didn’t. I found some records in my parents’ old stuff and I’ve had it on repeat. Apparently my mom almost sang it at their wedding, just with my dad’s name. You like it?” He smiled and pressed another chaste kiss on your lips.

“I think we should take after your folks.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader

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peach-pops · 4 years ago

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Hello! Do you remember "Dating a Hothead/easily angered girlfriend" blog from anonymous? Can I request for Akaashi, Kageyama, Ushijima, Sugawara, and Tsukishima of how will they react to their s/o? Thank you! I really really really love that blog! It really reminds me of me of being sassy 😂. Anyways, sorry for bothering you *bows*

Author’s note: UGH Im so sorry this took me so long to get out! I only did Kageyama and Akaashi cause I wanted a bit of a contrast hope that’s okay! Also, I wanna point out that there’s nothing wrong with defending yourself, even if things do get violent. I don’t condone violence I’m just saying to protect yourself in the best way possible!

Here’s the first part!

Akaashi and Kageyama with a Hotheaded Girlfriend

-Akaashi-

Akaashi knows how angry you get so he always does his best to try and make sure everything goes smoothly to avoid any casualties

BUT Akaashi can’t control every little thing and he realizes this fairly early in your relationship

I’m a full believer that Bokuto loves raves and clubbing and because of this, he usually drags you and Akaashi along

One night you three and a couple of other Fukurodani members are out clubbing and immediately, Akaashi surveys the room: where are the exits? Where’s the bathroom? Which group looks like trouble? Where did his girlfriend and best friend go???

He spots a group of girls near the bar that are a part of a bachelorette party who are a bit rowdy but he kinda brushes them off cause there’s nothing threatening about six girls wearing cheap wedding veils

You guys get your own private table in the corner ( bless Konoha and his connections) and after an hour or two of drinking and dancing, you take the initiative to go buy the next round of drinks cause that’s just club etiquette and you’re lowkey ballin

Let’s get it miss independent !!!! 😤 😤 😤

Akaashi offers to go with you but you tell him to watch Bokuto cause he might bust his head from dancing on the table

Once you make it to the bar, you decide just to order a pretty expensive bottle for the table because you’re not confident in your ability to carry six shots back without spilling it everywhere

You pay for the bottle and start making your way back to the table when you see the bridal party from earlier hanging out at your table. You see two girls laughing side by side with Bokuto (ok my dude get some) BUT THEN you search for Akaashi and sure enough, you see him visibly uncomfortable as the ‘soon to be bride’ tries sitting in your mans lap.

Akaashi looks up and he’s conflicted cause he wants your help to get this drunk girl off of him but he also knows you’re crazy and you might kill her in the process

“ Your hair looks so sexy pushed back! Has anyone ever told you that before?”

“ Please go away, my girlfriend is coming and she won’t be happy-”

“ Aw girlfriend? No fair why are the cute ones always taken?”

“ Aren’t you getting married?”

You’re gripping the bottle so tight in your hands and Akaashi can see it in your eyes that you are soooo close to hitting this bitch over the head with the bottle

He already knows exactly what you’re thinking and he’s pleading with you not to just with his eyes

Would you kill a girl over sitting in your mans lap? Yeah probably I mean you were fucking crazy

BUT since you could see how serious Akaashi was, you loosened your grip on the bottle and placed it on the table. Before the bride could even look over, you had already lightly nudged pushed her off of Akaashi’s lap and sat down on your boyfriend as if to claim him

“ What is your problem, you didn’t have to push me!” The bride whined as she got off the floor but you kept your glare on her

Akaashi squeezed your thigh to try and calm you down but maybe it was because of the alcohol so you just clenched your fists even tighter

“ You’re lucky all I did was push you. I can’t believe you’re about to get married and you’re trying to straddle my fucking boyfriend!”

Akaashi can feel how tense you are so he sits you on the inside of the booth so he can be in the middle between the girl and you. At this point, you’re sitting next to Bokuto and he’s laughing nervously cause he’s never seen you act like this before but he’s a ride or die so hes automatically team Y/N

“ Are you threatening me?”

“ Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?”

“ Y/N stop-”

“ Yeah, listen to your boyfriend bitch.”

“ WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING A BITCH?!”

Before you can lunge over the table, Akaashi keeps his arm out and blocks you from doing so. He turns to the girl and bows his head, trying not to let his own anger consume him,” I think you should leave.”

“ And what if I don’t want to?” The soon to be bride pokes bitterly as she attempts to wrap her arm around Akaashi’s shoulders,” what is your girlfriend gonna do, hit me?”

She’s right, you can’t launch yourself across the table and your arm doesn’t have the reach but you had alternatives. You grabbed a half-drunken glass of some brown rum and you flung the alcohol into the girls face

Everyone at the table was SHOCKED, lowkey including you cause you didn’t even mean to throw the drink in her face it just happened YOU SWEAR it was just an instinct

Who could blame you I mean you were so mad plus you had been watching so many compilations of “ Best Housewives Fights from Bravo” that it was the first thing you could think of

Akaashi, bless him and his brilliant mind, immediately blocked your body with his because the soon to be bride tries climbing into the booth to beat you up and Bokuto also has a protective grip on your wrist to stop you from killing her

LUCKILY before you could spill any blood, security comes and forces the girl to leave your table

At first, you thought Akaashi was mad at you so you kind of pout and tell him how sorry you were but Akaashi doesn’t even care he just makes sure you’re okay

In his head, he knows maybe you were in the wrong for pushing the girl but he would never admit it outloud cause he values his life

My heart swoons for this man

Bokuto on the other hand is slapping your back and shaking your shoulders going,” Holy crap Y/N that was AWESOME!!!”

-Kageyama-

You and Kageyama had only recently started dating so he probably doesn’t have any idea how mad you could get. He’s seen a few times where you’ve gotten upset over school or your family problems but he still didn’t think too much about it

Who was he to be put off at having an easily angered s/o when he was balancing between his own emotions?

Anyway! You were one of Karasuno’s managers and you and Kiyoko got SO CLOSE! The job was super easy and it meant you could spend more time with your boyfriend so win-win!

The only part that was ever hard for you was other guys constantly hitting on you and Kiyoko like damn okay you both were hot as hell but at least treat girls with respect?

You didn’t mind guys telling you that you both were pretty caused duh you two already knew that but most of them were SOOO disgusting and you never let it slide

Before one of Karasuno’s games, you were on the sidelines with Kiyoko chatting about the next match when you could hear some of the guys from the other team trying to get your attention

“ Damn, Karasuno girls really are as fine as they say, they look soooo good.”

“ God, the things I would do if I was alone with them.”

“ I know you two can hear us, turn around so we can see what we’re working with.”

You just kept your eyes locked onto your clipboard because you didn’t want Kageyama to see how fucking crazy you could get but JESUS it was so hard when these two guys were harassing you

“ Kiyoko, I will fucking lose my mind if they come over here. I think I’m going to snap someone’s neck,” You said through gritted teeth as you watched your boyfriend warm up.

“Maybe you should go cool off in the bathroom before the game starts. I’ll let Kageyama-Kun know what’s going on and I’ll meet you in the hallway,” Kiyoko suggested as you gave her prayer hands cause she really do be a queen

You took your clipboard with you as if it was a weapon and stomped out to the bathroom cause you knew if you stayed in that gym any longer, you would cause a scene

You rinsed your face in the bathroom and you took a few deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down

Your friends and family always told you that you needed to get your anger under control and now that you were dating, the last thing you needed was to scare Kageyama off

When you started to head out towards the gym, you felt in the air that something was off like spidey senses but instead, it’s like a creep radar was sounding off in your head

That’s when you saw Kiyoko and one of the guys from earlier cornering her against a wall

You can see that Kiyoko was visibly uncomfortable and you were just about to push your limit

“ I said to leave me alone. I’m waiting for a friend.”

“ Oh, you mean the other manager? I’m telling you, we would treat you like absolute queens at our school-”

“ Hey dude, back the hell off!” You shoved the guy to the side pretty hard to the point where he stumbled back a few good feet,” fucking creep.”

This dude, this mf has the audacity to POST UP TO YOU! You’re not even intimidated by him even though he’s easily half a foot taller than you

Like he’s in your face cause now he’s pissed that this girl actually managed to shove him pretty hard

“ Lay your hands on me again and see what happens.”

“ Are you threatening me? Cause if you are, go on and try to hit me I fucking dare you!”

Kiyoko is like nuh uh not on my watch and while im pretty sure kiyoko can throw fucking hands, she ran to go get Kageyama like “ go get ur girl”

This alerts pretty much the whole team even though they’re supposed to be warming up, they go with Kageyama cause if the boys hear your name and that you need help, they get hella protective

Kageyama slides over to the hallway and sees this dude yelling in your face and he sees red when the guy lays a hand on your shoulder

Before Kageyama can even make it over to you, you smash your clipboard over the guys head so hard, he hits the floor

BUT BRUH once he hits the floor you don’t! Stop! hitting ! him!

Like that clipboard is the perfect weapon oml

“ Don’t! Ever! Touch! Me!” You literally bash him after every word and this dude can’t even fight back like I personally dont feel bad but ummmmm you might commit murder

Kageyama rushes over to you and grabs you so you can stop and he’s trying to calm you down but once the word “bitch” slips out of the guys mouth, Kageyama grabs him by the jersey and is shaking him like a ragdoll

“ Watch your goddamn mouth before I put my fist through it!”

And you’re still heated so you want to basically jump this dude with your boyfriend cause romance ya know but Suga is holding you back ( he highkey struggling)

And now Noya and Tanaka are trying to hold Kageyama back because while they definitely would’ve reacted the same way, they don’t want Kageyama to go overboard

“ What did you just say? Go on and say it again-”

“ Kageyama please!”

“ You’re lucky I’m getting held back-”

“ Y/N! Enough!”

Just two lovebirds threatening a dudes life I love it

Things get resolved pretty quickly thanks to daddy daichi calming everyone down and now it’s time for the match to start

Suga lets go of you when Kageyama walks over and the first thing he does is hug you tightly. He practically squeezes the life out of you like this experience really showed how protective he was

He even admits that while he’s glad you can handle yourself, you shouldn't have to stand up to people alone and 100% doesn’t think you overreacted at all especially when Kiyoko thanks you for sticking up for her

He’s a bit intimidated by how you acted only because he had never saw you that mad before but he doesn’t blame you for how you handled it

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notepadsandtealeaves · 4 years ago

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The van der Linde boys in: “Better When We’re Together~”

Relationship ABCs || A is for ‘Activity’

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | series m.list | rdr tag | main blog ||

↠ Requested By: No one, naturally. ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW ((but my blog’s 18+, so if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs/TWs: None ↠ Total WC: ~5.7k

♡ Today’s selection: “Better Together” by Jack Johnson

Activity || What is their favorite activity to do with you?

Arthur Morgan || WC: 400~

↠ He loves to draw you while you do something else, anything else.

Tho if you wanted to draw along with him he wouldn’t at all be opposed, in fact he’ll be over the moon!

Art’s one of his greatest passions, tho he doesn’t get to indulge in it as heavily as he’d like in the yeehaw days. In a modern au it’s a bit different as I (like many in the fandom) canon him as being an art teacher.

You’ve definitely taken each other to more than a few exhibits over the course of your relationship, but that’s only tangentially related to the HC so let’s move on.

Anyways, he’s always so jazzed whenever you want to draw with him, and let me just say that skill level doesn’t matter. Hobbyists to professionals, it’s doesn’t really matter where you fall on the scale, he’s just glad that you’ve got this thing in common.

Also—world’s best hypeman. He’s gonna gas you up so much that you’ll legit contemplate phoning up the nearest gallery to offer them the chance to display your piece lol.

(Luckily practicality kicks in before you make that move, leaving you to settle instead for a spot in your home).

↠ That said, it takes him a while to be comfortable enough to show you his work—and if I’m being honest the first time you see it, it’ll probably be an accident.

Like he’ll forget and leave his journal open while he goes to another room or you’ll come up behind him without his noticing and catch a glimpse.

However it goes down there’ll be a fair bit of stammering on his part as he slaps the book close and goes a shade. Let him know that you like what you’ve seen—not a hard feat that, dude’s hella talented—and kindly ask to see more and he’ll cave as he’s not all that great at denying you.

When he sees that you’re not going to mock him and that you really do like his work he’ll have no problem with showing you more.

Ofc this is all prior to your shared drawing sessions. In fact it’ll probably happen fairly on in your relationship.

↠ Anyways, after that initial incident you’ll become his favorite subject.

Well, okay, you always were, but now he doesn’t have to feel weird about it.

And, well, he still kinda does—the sheer amount of doodles he’s made of you is low-key creepy, in his opinion lol—but knowing that you know makes it more bearable somehow.

(Don’t question the logic that may or may not be there, he certainly doesn’t.)

Bill Williamson || WC: 300~

↠ Fact: Bill is a cuddle-monger.

↠ Fact: He loves to be the little spoon.

↠ Fact: There is no point in fighting me on this as you will just die mad and tired.

↠ Honestly there’s not too much to add aside from that, but for the sake of the HC I’ll try lol.

↠ It’s hardly a secret that Bill, like p. much everyone in this goddamn gang, is touch-starved all to be damned.

You’re probably the first person since his mama to touch him on a regular basis, and once he realizes that you don’t mind touching him or being touched in turn it’s so on.

He’ll be constantly pulling you into his lap, tucking you in under his arm, and cuddling you whenever the opportunity presents itself—though this only really happen when there aren’t people around who’ll poke fun at him for it.

The exception to this rule is if he’s drunk. Once he gets a few in him he’s all over you—or rather you’re all over him, but only because he’s constantly pulling you into him lol.

↠ Of all the ways he loves to touch you, spooning is his favorite.

It’s the level of contact the position allows for that really does it for him.

And as previously stated he really does love being the little spoon, but he has no problems with switching things up if you’re the one that needs to be held.

Regardless of which position he’s in he loves to have his hair played with. And humming. You should definitely hum for him. It doesn’t matter if you can’t hold a tune in a bucket, he wants to hear you.

This is also his ideal position for having intimate conversations. He’s more opt to talk about things like having a future with you (a scary, foreign concept for him) when you’re curled around one another.

It’s also his favored position for watching TV—though ofc in this case he’s probably serving as the big spoon unless you’re of a comparative stature or really insistent lol.

Charles Smith || WC: ~200

↠ Literally anything.

↠ No, really. This man is not picky at all.

↠ Charles has long since mastered the art of just being, and there’s no one he’d rather share a moment with—quiet or not—than his lover.

↠ You can be doing something together, or doing your own things separately; just so long as you’re sharing the same space he’s happy.

↠ If he were forced to pick an activity that he particularly enjoys doing either with you or just with you around it’d have to be carving.

The act itself is rather soothing to him, and you yourself are his harbor—combining those two things is just *chef’s kiss*

You have no idea how to carve? Don’t worry, he’ll be happy to teach you.

No interest in the activity? That’s fine too! You do your own thing and he’ll be happy to do his; he just wants to share his space with you…

Dutch van der Linde || WC: 300~

↠ Talking.

↠ Big surprise, right?

↠ But seriously, he really does love to talk with you.

Doesn’t matter if it’s a casual conversation, something deeper, abstract ‘what-if’ style musings, a philosophical type deal, or even a heated debate—he just wants to hear your opinion–

–which, yeah, okay, that might seem kinda out of character for the guy by most folk’s reckoning, but I think that if you’ve actually managed to maintain a long standing, committed relationship with him you’ve earned his respect.

It’s no easy feat, that, but you manage to do it somehow.

I would imagine that Dutch would look for a person with a strong sense of self. He knows that he can (and more often than not, purposefully does) bowl people over. I don’t think that he would want a lover that he can run all over—not for anything long term, anyway.

He’s got a very prominent personality and he needs someone that can not only accept that, but match it. But this is all only tangentially related so let’s move on.

↠ One of his favorite subject matters is books.

This man is a big reader, and he doesn’t just limit himself to highbrow literature and philosophy texts. He likes mysteries, thrillers, period pieces, he’s even been known to read the occasional romance novel (though he hasn’t found too many with a plot solid enough to keep his attention).

In typical Dutch fashion he has no chill when he discusses your latest reads. If he loves it he’ll praise it endlessly, if he hates it he won’t hesitate to rip it to shreds.

He loves to analyze things and really getting into the characters’ heads if it’s a work of fiction, or into that of the author’s if it’s not. Either way he’ll encourage you to do the same.

I can guaran-damn-tee you that your reading comprehension will rise at a surprising rate if you’re even so much as friends with this man if only so you can defend your favorite works lol.

Hosea Matthews || WC: 200~

↠ I see Hosea being much like Charles in that he just enjoys being in your company.

↠ Though if I just had to pick a scenario that would be his favorite I think it would involve warm blankets, good books, a crackling fire, and steaming mugs.

Don’t picture sitting in a little cabin on a late afternoon—the sky an overcast shadow of itself, its clouds weeping.

Certainly don’t think about Hosea prodding the embers in the hearth until its blaze is once again properly stoked and the room bathed in its warmth.

Consider not him joining you on the couch, a book in one hand, and a mug of coffee in the other—and thinking about him putting down the latter so that you can curl up against his chest? That’s a big no, my good dude.

Imagining the awkward way he’d have to turn the pages because he’s not willing to displace you—or! You turning the pages for him… Yeah, don’t even do that to yourself.

Thinking about the way his scent would envelop you just as readily as the blanket you’re snuggled up under or the way his voice would caress the words as he reads to you is also forbidden.

Don’t think about any of these things, don’t hurt yourself in that way, friend-o.

Javier Escuella || WC: ~400

↠ Singing to, or with you—if you’re that way inclined.

↠ Music is such a big part of his life. It’s one of the main things that helped him stay in touch with his roots when he came to the States, and has since become his favored form of self-expression.

↠ If you’ve been following my Not-SFW ABCs then you know that I canon Javi’s love language to be more on the physical side—which doesn’t always mean sexual, ya little nasties lol—and I think this is due in large part to him feeling like he’s not always the greatest with words.

While he’s clearly a fluent English speaker it’s still not his first language, and let’s be real—English is a weird ass language.

There’s so much slang and a bunch of near synonyms and homophones and all other manner of fuckery, and don’t even get me started on the nonsensical conjugations.

Because of this he doesn’t always feel as if words can properly express the minutia of what it is he’s feeling. But touch? That’s a thing he can work with.

Music follows along the same lines for him. By his estimation songs, despite obviously being comprised of words, are far better at capturing thoughts and moods.

Music transcends language. Even when it’s just an instrumental piece it can evoke emotions in its listeners, and he finds that beautiful, as corny as that may sound.

↠ He’s at his most content when he has his guitar in his hands, a song on his lips, and his amor’s ears attending to his melody.

He’ll write you all the songs and won’t hesitate to serenade you, be that with an audience or in the privacy of your own home.

And if you sing with him?

*chef’s kiss*

He really loves it when you sing along, it gives him the warmest of the fuzzies.

And he doesn’t care if you’re any good or not, so there’s also that. You’ll never have to worry about any judgement or mocking from him—he loves you too damn much for that—so feel free to belt your little heart out no matter what you perceive your skill level to be.

John Marston || WC: 400~

↠ I picture John as being hella domestic, so like…

Should I square up or nah?

Even in a modern au I picture him wanting a small farm. He even entertains the idea of having a farm-to-table restaurant until he realizes that he knows nothing about running a restaurant and that’s not even mentioning the fact that he can’t cook for shit…

This is a man who once almost legit burned his house down while trying to boil water I shit you not.

But I digress.

↠ Anyway, he very much enjoys tending to said farm with you.

Animal husbandry, crop cultivation, even the more mundane tasks like mending fences—he legit loves doing all these things by himself, so sharing it with his lover is just a rad ass bonus.

Out of all the various activities, gardening is probably his favorite to team up on.

There’s just something about knowing that your combined efforts will bear fruit (and veggies and sometimes even nuts) in such a tangible way that just does it for him.

From here I could get into the whole ‘being the creator of a thing instead of the destroyer for once’ bit, but that sorta drama is not what we’re here for atm so let’s move on.

↠ The initial process of getting everything planted leaves a lot to be desired as John in the yeehaw days isn’t at all particular about style and such and would much rather just get everything into the ground and move on.

↠ On the opposite end of that, Modern!John was jokingly gifted an old Better Homes and Gardens’ gardening guide by Hosea and got so into the aesthetics and science of planting that it’s just…

Look, just follow the man’s directions, or better yet let him plant the stuff himself—that’s best for all parties involved.

Eventually he’ll trust you enough to let you help with the planting, but that’s gonna take a bit, not gonna lie lol.

↠ In any century he much prefers tending to his garden once it’s up and growing.

Naturally the process is a bit more involved in a modern au, so that’s a thing; thankfully he’ll get more chill about showing you how to trim the plants/check the pH levels and such in time.

Once you’ve found your rhythm, gardening with him will be less of a test of your patience and will power, and more of a treat to look forward to.

Josiah Trelawny || WC: 300~

↠ If we’re talking yeehaw days then it’s gotta be running a job.

He’s really into pulling one over on people, and having his lover’s help just pushes the whole thing over the top.

The pair of you are all smiles and charm and quick hands—it’s as ridiculous as it is profitable lol.

Though I should say not everything is about money when you do this. The man’s got a mischievous streak that’s a mile wide and he loves fucking with people.

Sometimes you’ll have competitions like seeing who can snag the most pocket squares/handkerchiefs from other party guests, or who can swap out the most pocket watches/broaches between the guest before the party’s end, etc.

And don’t think he’s gonna let you win just because he’s sweet on you as Josiah is competitive as all hell.

Luckily for you though shit like this gets his blood up, and as a result you are—ahem—rather intimately acquainted with coat closets and guest bedrooms.

↠ Honestly I can see him pulling this type of shit in a Modern AU as well, but if you’re less inclined to get up to such things in this the year of our lord 2020, he’d be down for doing some shopping.

Doesn’t matter what year it is—Josiah Trelawny is dapper af. And if you’re with him he’s gonna make sure you look damn good too.

If you’ll let him, he’ll spoil you.

(Does Josiah Trelawny is sugar daddy? It’s about as likely as you think.)

Just uhh… just don’t ask where he gets his loot from. ‘Plausible Deniability’ and all that good noise.

Anyways! He loves dressing you up like you’re his own personal doll, and then promptly showing you both off at the next big society shindig.

How he manages to do all this without you feeling like a piece of meat/property is a mystery for the ages, tbh.

↠ Honestly being with him is like having a (very vocal) personal stylist and a partner all wrapped up into one—whether that’s dope, infuriating, or terrifying is up to you to decide…

Kieran Duffy || WC: ~500

↠ Tending to the horses together is just *chef’s kiss*, in his most humble of opinions.

And, okay, I know this seems like low hanging fruit, but I have some solid points here, so please hear me out lol.

Chances are he knows far more about the task/animals, which will see him showing you what’s good. He so rarely has the opportunity to teach anyone anything so having his knowledge valued in such a way is everything to him.

More often than not he’s overlooked if he’s lucky, looked down upon and mocked if he’s not, so if you ever ask him to teach you anything he’ll be thrilled.

↠ I totally canon Modern!Kieran as being a vet who specializes in equine medicine, but even in the yeehaw days he’s super knowledgeable about these matters.

He not only focuses on the grooming of the beasts, but on their health and general upkeep.

Expect plenty of camping trips to collect the herbs and such needed in the yeehaw days.

Yes, this is an obvious ploy to get you all to himself while also working so Dutch can’t bitch at the pair of you. And no, he does not care how transparent his machinations are, Arthur ‘I literally leave for days at a time just to sleep under the stars and draw shit without having to deal with the assholes at camp, but look Dutch! I brought back a grip of cash so you won’t get up my ass about it too much’ Morgan.

↠ Aesthetics are also a v. much important aspect, so he’ll definitely show you different ways to style your horse’s mane.

If you were to, idk, use these same techniques to make him his horse a flower crown it’d totally get rocked is all I’m saying.

↠ Also: horse shows.

Doesn’t matter what century we’re talking about, you’re going to those shits and if you got horses you’re probably gonna enter a few too.

You know those randomly generated shirts that the internet tries to specialize for people based on their data? Well he totally bought the ‘I Am A Proud Horse And Succulent Dad—Deal With It.’ one lmao.

The best part about this is that he doesn’t even grow succulents, he just got sucked into a Pintrest blackhole of succulent boards one night when he couldn’t sleep and now Lowes won’t stop throwing ads at him for cacti and Echeverias.

↠ So in conclusion—You+Him+Horses=Heaven on Earth for Kieran.

↠ If you’re freaked out by horses for whatever reason he’ll do his best to help you overcome that fear, though he won’t push you if it’s too much for you to bear.

But honestly, seeing how gentle he is with the creatures and how loving they are with him in turn—that shit’s enough to push past all but the worst of phobias and traumas…

Leopold Strauss || WC: 300~

↠ Idk why, but for some reason I picture Strauss as being a museum person.

I have no idea why that is, he just gives off that vibe ig.

He seems like the kinda man that enjoys the finer things in life on occasion, but operas and the like are too… Idk, involved? Like he’s a lover of the arts in all their many forms, but he’d rather be able to observe things with minimum distraction.

This is why he loves museums so much; there’s a plethora of things to view, to learn, to simply enjoy and marvel over and he doesn’t have to deal with having it shoved in his face.

It’s easy enough for him to drown out the chatter of the other patrons and tour guides. He gets lost wondering from plaque to plaque reading about long dead species and wars, loves the cloy of the old world that rises up from displays that contain items that are older than what his mind can fully grasp.

↠ Museums are his happy place, and sharing that with his beloved is just *chef’s kiss*

Though he usually avoids going on the guided tours, he’ll be more than happy to play tour guide for you.

He’ll take you to all of his favorite exhibits, pulling you along like an eager child as he points out things of interest.

This is one of the few times you won’t have to wonder what’s going through his head because he’s p. much talking non-stop. Everything from factoids to theories to things that are only tangentially related are being spewed at you nearly faster than his lungs and mouth can keep up with.

It really is precious, seeing him so jazzed over fossils/geodes/van Gogh’s works/whatever else you happen to be viewing that day.

↠ Lend him your attention for the whole of his spiel and he’ll be forever grateful. Show him that you are actively listening by engaging with him and he’ll know that he’s found the one.

Lenny Summers || WC: ~400

↠ Learning something new.

↠ Lenny strikes me as they type of guy that loves learning in general.

He truly believes that you should learn something new every day. What you learn doesn’t have to be this big, sweeping thing ofc, but by his estimation if you’ve learned all there is to know then what’s the point in continuing on?

Life is all about growth, change; to stagnate is a fate akin to death in his eyes.

Experiences and knowledge gained are the things that turn a simple existence into a life worth living—which is just a very florid way of saying “The more you know, the more you grow!” but I digress.

↠ Anyways!

↠ It doesn’t matter if one of you is teaching the other something or if you’re learning it at the same time, nor does it matter what you’re learning—it’s that you’re doing it together.

Though if you were to propose learning a new language together (or teaching him your native one, if English isn’t your first language) he’ll be so down.

He’s always found language to be this fascinating thing, like…

We make these sounds right? And then we all agree that certain sounds have certain, very specific meanings—and achieving that level of consensus amongst our species is already hard enough, mind you—but humans didn’t stop there.

We took those sounds and their meanings and somehow all agreed again that certain symbols made up these things called ‘letters’ and that, when arranged in a specific way, those letters would be the visual representation of said sounds.

And then grammar and syntax became a thing and standards were created and a language was born.

And on top of all that dozens upon dozens of cultures did this in totally different ways—coming up with dialects, pidgins, and Creoles all the while—and that shit’s just so damn wild to him.

But again, I digress.

↠ Any knowledge/skill that he’s learned with you automatically becomes a point of pride for him—not to mention one of conversation.

If anyone comments on said knowledge/skill he’ll be all smiles as he tells them about how he learned it with his boo.

And yes, the sight is as adorable as you think it is.

Orville Swanson || WC: ~600

↠ Our favorite parson is a pretty simple guy. His favorite place is wherever you’re together, so naturally his favorite thing to do is whatever you’re doing together.

It doesn’t matter if you’re out running errands and paying bills or laid out watching the stars or snuggled up and chatting the night away—if you’re there with him it’s heaven on earth.

↠ If forced to give a more substantial answer he’d probably say housework.

Weird, I know, but there’s just something about the domesticity of it that really gets to him.

For a long time he felt like he didn’t have a home, that he didn’t deserve one. And then you came along with your easy smile and open arms and heart full of understanding and forgiveness that wasn’t yours to grant nor his to receive.

You didn’t look past his faults, but rather helped him to rise above them, to be a better man and he’s forever grateful to you for that.

His home will always and forever be the juncture between neck and shoulder—the place he knows he can always rest his head, can always feel the beat of your heart—but he cannot deny that he loves sharing an actual physical home with you as well.

↠ Dude’s a nester, so do expect your house to be full of little knickknacks that you’ve collected over the duration of your relationship.

These range from little figurines to dozens upon dozens of dried flowers (all of which are remnants of the bouquets that he brought you on the daily when you were still in the courting phase).

There’s also a lot of pictures of you together as well as candids of your friend group—yes, you are that couple, but don’t worry it’s cute.

He’s also all about that good hygge shit so you’ve got a lot of throws/pillows/plush area rugs and the like. Anything that makes a space feel more cozily lived in he’s here for.

↠ Even if you don’t enjoy keeping house when you’re doing it with Swanson he manages to make it tolerable if not outright enjoyable.

Dude has whole playlists made just for the occasion, the vibes of which are dictated by the level of cleaning you’ll be doing that day. The harder you have to go in the more energetic the playlist lol.

He doesn’t think that his voice is the best but this will not stop him from serenading you as you work.

Flip that shit on him and he’ll be a puddle in literal seconds. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been a thing, he cannot take such blatant displays of affection standing up lmao.

↠ The only thing better than cleaning with you is settling down together once you’re done.

He’ll run a nice warm bath in your immaculately cleaned bathroom for the pair of you to wash away the day in.

You definitely have clothes specifically for days such as this, he’s made sure of it lol. They’re made out of some of the softest material ever, like it legit feels like you’re getting hugged by a chinchilla made of clouds and whispers.

Once you’re both all clean and cozy he’ll order your favorite takeout before sacking out with you on the couch under some blankets fresh from the dryer.

Add in plenty of cuddles and a good movie or show (that’ll soon go ignored as you get lost in one another) and you have his ideal night in.

Sean MacGuire || WC: 300~

↠ Having you read to him is hands down his favorite thing to do when you’re chilling out together.

↠ Reading’s never been his strong suit and as a result he’s kinda spurred the idea of doing it for pleasure altogether.

↠ But having you read to him…

He doesn’t know what it is that captivates him so.

Is it your voice?

The cute way your face scrunches up in concentration and-or anticipation when you get to a particularly intense scene?

Maybe the commentary you occasionally supply when a character is being especially dense?

↠ All of that plays a role in it, he’s sure, but it’s more so that you’ve opened up the world for him just that little bit more.

He’s always heard it said that books can transport their readers to different times and places, but it isn’t until you start reading to him that he knows this in truth.

To be able to take a whole trip, to meet new and interesting people, and see places previously unknown to him all without having to leave the comfort of his home? Aces.

↠ As for his favorite genera…

Romance is his all-time favorite lmao.

Now he’ll totally say that he doesn’t like “–all that lovey-dovey, overly dramatic, romantic shite” but homie is lying his ass off.

He’ll bitch and moan if you present a romance novel to him, but all that noise will die down the minute you get to reading, and he’ll totally become invested in the storyline before the first chapter’s end.

Aside from that he does love mystery and suspense in all its various forms.

Time period dramas are also of particular interest if only because he has a passing interest in historical settings. However actual history is kinda dry, so he settles for this alternative instead despite knowing that it’s not entirely accurate.

And lastly he absolutely adores anything that has to do with mythology. Obviously the Celtic variants are his favorite, but he’s also a fan of Greek, Egyptian, African, and any others you could possibly think of—he does not discriminate lol…

Simon Pearson || WC: 800~

↠ It doesn’t matter what century he’s in, homeboy’s a good ass cook.

↠ You know, he knows it, and though everyone in camp gives him shit al la Rupert in ME2 they know it too.

I mean seriously, you can’t expect the man to do too much when all he’s got to work with is salted offal (which I still dk what that is and I’m too scared to look it up) and a poor rabbit that Arthur trampled while coming back in to camp.

Anyways!

When he’s got the supplies needed he could give Gordon Ramsay a run for his money.

↠ I canon Pearson’s love language to be providing.

By his estimation it’s his job as your partner to make sure you have everything you need. He’s kinda old-fashion in that way, but he manages to make it endearing instead of annoying.

Like he’s not here to stifle you or try to force any roles on either of you; it’s just the way his mind works. If he loves you he’s always gonna make sure that anything that falls under his purview to provide is given, most times well before you even know you want or need it—but I digress.

Feeding you is the easiest way for him to scratch this itch. After all, who’s gonna complain about getting five-star dishes at every meal?

↠ At first he’s hesitant to let you in the kitchen—being former military, and later a professional chef as I personally canon him to be in modern times, he’s used to doing things in a very orderly (and frankly anal-retentive) manner.

It doesn’t matter if you’re a trained chef too—he has a system, dammit, and he doesn’t need you coming into his domain and fucking up his flow.

He knows how ridiculous he can be when it comes to these things, but instead of changing his ways he finds it easier for you to just stay away lol.

Eventually you’re granted limited access, but this just amounts to you being allowed to watch him putter around.

After pestering him for long enough he’ll let you do the grunt work (i.e. veggie prep and the like), and once you prove yourself he’ll keep promoting you until you’re essentially his sous chef.

He actually gave you a personalized toque and chef’s jacket on that fateful day. Naturally it matches his own and you both rock that shit proudly.

↠ Once he learns to trust you in the kitchen, cooking meals with you becomes one of his all-time favorite things to do. He’ll spend hours scouring the internet/cooking shows/cookbooks for new things for the pair of you to try out.

This really is a whole thing and a half, guys.

Like he’ll print out the recipe, and then you’ll go over it together to modify it to your liking before heading off to the grocery stores and farmer’s markets, and probably a chef supply store too if there’s specialized equipment needed, though honestly your arsenal can put some commercial kitchens to shame.

Once you’ve finally got everything you need you’ll finally get to the main event.

You usually ended up making several variations of the dish as you work towards finding the one you like best. That this often times leads to you feeding each other, and that that always has the potential to lead to makeout session is just a happy coincidence.

The excess never goes to waste—how can it when you’ve got freeloaders friends like Sean and John that are willing to take it off of your hands.

Tho in the firebug’s defense he is a broke college student and y’all do be throwing down. John on the other hand has no excuse nor does he try to make one; this bitch likes free anything and he’s not going to apologize for that lmao.

↠ Cooking competitions are also a thing.

Dude’s competitive af when it comes to cooking so don’t expect him to go easy on you.

If you manage to beat him he’s too damn proud to be salty.

(It should probably also be said that displays of skill like this kinda have a tendency to get him going, sooo… yeah…)

If he’s the victor he’s p. smug about it, ngl, but not to the level of being obnoxious.

The better chef won, there’s no shame in that, but in an effort to not be a sore winner he’ll be sure to give you your consolation prize…

And given that I’m trying to keep this set of HCs on the pure-ish side I’ll let you heathens speculate on the nature of said consolation prize.

(Lol, jk, it’s sexiitimes.)

So yeah, either way you’re gonna end up in the bedroom once all is said and done. So whenever one of you suggests a friendly bout you already know what time it is lol…

Uncle || WC: ~200

↠ My good dudes, its Uncle. He doesn’t really do much.

↠ Like ever.

↠ But regardless of what he does or does not get up to in a day, a man’s gotta sleep.

And if you just gotta sleep why not do it next to the person you love?

Naps are his jam, and you, he’s come to find, are an even better jam so combining the two is some god-tier ish.

↠ Sometimes he’ll actually stay awake long enough to sing you to sleep, other times he’s gonna conk out instantly, but either way you’re gonna feel safe wrapped up in his arms.

…and also a little crushed because he’s what we in the business like to call a ‘strong cuddler’, meaning he’s got a vice like grip, but the ~L um BA g O~ keeps him from holding on too tight at least.

But still, you’re uhh, you’re gonna have to throw a little muscle behind it if you want to break the hold. Don’t worry though—he’s a heavy sleeper, you’re not gonna wake him lol…

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You let out a sleepy sigh as you push further into your man’s hand and the action earns a husky chuckle. Javier’s voice is, by far, one of your favorite things about him and when it’s thickened by sleep like this it is almost literally to die for. He knows this, of course—you’re hardly the first woman to express her appreciation—and ever as always he’s quick to press his advantage.

↠ In which Javier wakes you up for a little bit of fun before the day has its due.

Quickies || Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.

Personally I think he lives for them. Dude’s got a p. high sex drive and doesn’t do too well with dry spells when in a relationship. Honestly if things go past three days he’ll be climbing the goddamned walls lol.

Horny, but there’s only ten minutes before one of you has to go on guard duty? He’s all about that. Need to release a little steam after getting into it with some asshole? He’ll gladly bend you over the nearest surface and give you a little pick-me-up. In a Modern AU and you’re waiting for Steam to finish updating all your shit? Sit on his face in the meantime.

All that being said, he’s still a functioning adult that realizes that he cannot always get what he wants, when he wants, so he makes due, but know that the minute he’s able to jump your bones he’s gonna do so without hesitation.

As for which he likes more—he does prefer proper sex because, while quickies are fun and all, a session that short isn’t nearly enough time for him to love on you the way he wants to. Quickies are more akin to foreplay to him than anything; just something to take the edge off during the day and a preview of things to come.

…and wake up slow~♪ || WC: ~1.5k

💦 Tags: There’s nothing too crazy here, just a little early morning fun with Javier. Apparently he woke up feeling equal parts playful and horny and now Reader has to deal with it. What starts as a bit of banter quickly turns into some grinding and fingering (Reader receiving) before getting down to the get down lol. Dirty talk’s par the course with him, as is the sweetness that follows it all…

You’re in the middle of a light doze when you feel warm, callused fingers brushing against your nipple. At first you think it’s the last lingering vestiges of a subconscious longing-turned-dream trying to entice you to stay asleep, just a bit longer, but the heat of a familiar set of lips brushing against your nape sees that theory rapidly dissolving. You let out a sleepy sigh as you arch further into your man looking for more of his touch and the action earns a husky chuckle. Javier’s voice is, by far, one of your favorite things about him and when it’s thickened by sleep like this it is almost literally to die for. He knows this, of course—you’re hardly the first man to express his appreciation—and ever as always he’s quick to press his advantage.

The warmth of his breath against your skin is at odds with the chill that still lingers in the air as he whispers, “Buenos días, amor.”

“Mmm, good morning to you too, hermoso—or not…”

You’d been expecting to be greeted by the soft, pale light of a new day, but when you finally bring yourself to open your eyes you find that the sun has not yet risen high enough to pass through the canvas of your tent. Your irritated groan earns a laugh from the man at your back which in turn makes you pinch at the arm that’s pillowed beneath your head, though the sleepiness that still clings to your everything doesn’t allow you to put too much force behind it.

“Aww, come on now baby, don’t be that way.”

“Not even Grimshaw would be so cruel as to wake me up at such an ungodly hour, Javi.”

“True. I’m sorry, mi amor, I—baby! You gotta stop pinching me!”

You scoff at that. “No. I. Don’t.”

You punctuate each word with another little nip of your nails against his skin, though you don’t go hard enough to inflict anything harsher than a small sting. Laughing all the while, he abandons your nipple to still the offending hand. His fingers tangle with yours, giving a little squeeze before bringing your now joined hands to rest against your hip.

“Okay,” he starts as he props himself up with his free arm, “how about I make you a deal?”

“I’m listening…”

“To make up for waking you so early how about I make you cum, hmm? And breakfast,” he tacks on when you don’t immediately jump at the offer.

Your eyes narrow nearly to the point of closing, despite knowing it will go unseen, “Why do I get the distinct feeling that this was your plan all along?”

“Because you know me far too well, amor. So—how ‘bout it?”

“I guess.”

You both laugh at your faux off-put tone, but even as his chuckles sound Javi gets to work. His eagerness is fueled by equal parts horniness and temporal constraints; in the short time since this all started the sky has slowly began to lighten which means that soon the earliest of risers among you will begin to stir.

He guides your hand down the length of your body until you’re grasping your cock, and you’re quick to touch yourself as he so clearly wants you to. The “Good boy” that he murmurs against the shell of your ear when he feels your hand working underneath his leaves you shivering more than the fingers that ghost over the swell of your ass. You can feel him shifting about behind you and within seconds you hear the familiar sound of a tin’s lid being removed. A slicked up finger slides between your cheeks and not for the first time are you grateful that Javi finally got you comfortable enough to sleep nude. After all, there’s no point in bothering with underwear that will definitely be coming off when it takes so damn long to get out of. With only the blanket there to keep you modest early morning romps are a treat rather than a lesson in patience.

Goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch, though the minute he presses against your puckered hole you go aflame. You sigh out his name when he finally pushes in, your lip coming back to wedge itself between your teeth as he slowly pumps in and out of you. When a second finger comes to join the first your breath grows heavy, and by the time he finally fits in a third you’re panting and grinding back into him. For his part, Javi has been rutting himself against you as much as the position will allow for, with mumbled curses and encouragement serving as his verbal contribution. By the time he presses himself against your entrance you’ve long since started to leak and are more than ready for him.

That initial push and stretch always leaves you moaning loud enough to raise the dead and this time is no exception. You turn your head into the arm that’s still under your head in an attempt to muffle your moan, though you’re sure that this has been done in vain as the needy sound seems to echo through the tent like a gunshot; at that same moment Javi hisses out a curse at the sensation of tight walls clenching around him so you’re in good company at least. Your leg becomes an anchor point for him where he holds it aloft as he pulls back as far as he can before slamming back into you with a ragged exhale. The pace he sets up is hard and fast, and his moaned words echo this.

Praise of the filthiest kind slips from between his lips, as well as a promise to rent a room in town sometime soon—“Maybe even later today– Fuck baby, you feel so good like this. Don’t want to leave you, just want to make you scream and cum for me over and over and fucking over again until you’re dripping with me and too tired to move.”

It’s nowhere near being the dirtiest thing he’s ever said to you, but there’s something about the picture that his words paint that nearly does you in. Your hand clenches around your dick just that little bit harder and the added pressure sees your hips bucking hard in response. His breathing goes ragged then, the harsh pants warm and dewy where they break against your skin. He urges you on, damn near begging you to fuck him back even as he lifts your leg higher to get in deeper and oh god you’re almost there, just a few more thrusts, one more tug and roll of hips and–

And then pleasure is breaking over you like a wave.

Your lover’s name leaves you in a gasp as you float in the bliss of your release. Javi follows soon after with a curse and a shudder, his hips moving seemingly of their own accord for a few seconds more before stilling completely. For a few long moments nothing can be heard outside of the beat of your heart and the deep, sated breaths of the man at your back. His breathing slows as he traces patterns against your skin, their design nonsensical and lazily drawn—And is he really trying to check out without feeding me?

As tempting as it is to just drift back off to sleep, you know that somebody’s going to come looking for you before long, and besides a deal is a deal.

“Now about my breakfast.”

“Of course, amor, I didn’t forget–”

“Un-huh.”

“–but I was kinda hoping you would,” he admits, laughing a bit. He asks you what you want then, which naturally leads to you asking for something overly elaborate and totally unrealistic just to make him laugh.

“So an apple, a couple of stale biscuits, and coffee then?” he asks once his chuckles have died off.

You shrugging reply of “Close enough” earns another snort.

Javier places a lingering kiss against your temple before dragging himself to his feet with a groan. You watch through half-lidded eyes as he pulls on a pair of pants and a shirt, the latter of which is buttoned just enough to keep it from flapping about as he moves—practical, but damn if you’re not mourning the loss of all those planes lean muscle and pretty skin.

“Pearson’s got more eggs than he knows what to do with,” he starts as he slips into his shoes, “I’ll see what I can do with a few of them.”

Your replying hum is heavy with the sleep that is steadily pulling you under. His next sentence is lost to you, though a gentle brush of fingers against your cheek leaves you smiling as you finally allow slumber to claim you once more.

Up next: A Hunter’s Prey || R is for ‘Risk’

It’s like something straight out of a horror movie, this scenario that you’ve willingly put yourself in. You, a professional victim fleeing for their life. He, a hunter diligently seeking out his prey. Not that he has to look too hard, mind. You’re hardly a master of stealth.

↠ In which you take a not-so-leisurely stroll through the forest with Mister Escuella. || A Modern AU

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#javier escuella x reader #javier escuella x m!reader #javier escuella x male reader #((immy does fan fiction: the yeehaws))#queue-tie pie

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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 4 years ago

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Congrats on 100 followers!!! If it's no bother could I request head cannons for how protective the BL group is over their s/o? Thanks :))

[I’m assuming that these are just general jealousy level / worry-wart head-cannons? We’re not tapping into yandere on this blog lol. I’ll keep it simple, how ya like it :3]

Dimitri:

11/10

Boy worries

People out there want him dead = people out there want you dead too

Some might even try to take advantage of you due to his high status

Makes him hella clingy sometimes. Nightmares when you’re in ‘unfavorable’ circumstances aren’t rare

Even in his emo phase he’s still like this- just even more because the world is basically his enemy

Don’t let feral dima be around when soldiers talk smack to you. He will put them in their place without mercy

Doesn’t help that you’re basically the closest to family he’s got aside from Dedue

Dude you’re his future and he knows it. There is no one else who would stick with him through everything like you do

Even if there was, he wouldn’t want them. No one can ever replace you

He’s not so much concerned with someone else putting the moves on you

Okay, wait--hold that thought

He trusts you but goddess forbid someone makes you uncomfortable. He will use his authoritative presence to make them feel like a pebble next to a boulder

Totally glares at anyone with wandering eyes when you’re not looking. He’ll put one arm around your waist and nudge you away from them without hesitation

Dedue:

3/10

He can’t stop people from making advances- he knows that

He also can’t take action on your behalf

Sure, he doesn’t like it when people make advances towards you. The whole point of being in a relationship is so people know that you are each other’s partner

Most of the time he just lets you deal with it. You can take care of yourself

His mood goes foul if people dare to do it in front of him. If people thought he looked intimidating before then d a m n

He’ll casually place a hand on your shoulder (which if you know him well is actually the most unusual thing) and ask if you need anything else before dismissing himself

Just a little expression of clarity that you’re with him, you know, chase the bugger off

Surprisingly not a worry-wart in any aspect aside from health

It’s easy for someone to neglect their health; mental and physical

Don’t be surprised if he encourages you to get check-ups ritually

If something’s an issue he expects you to come to him when you’re ready

Not pushy in the slightest

Felix:

8/10

Asserts d o m i n a n c e towards all threats

His attitude is one of the top three causes for any arguments. You know the snarky remarks are part of the Felix package, but would it kill him to have some restraint occasionally?

Despite his intelligence Felix tends to make quick assumptions. The guy has a bit of a superiority complex and doesn’t like when other people get cozy with his s/o

Pity the fool who challenges the Fraldarious

He views it as them not taking him seriously.

Also slightly afraid you’ll ditch his difficult ass

He can and will tell them off. Doesn’t matter the time or scene- if he feels someone’s being too buddy-buddy then he’ll make them to get lost

Hence the arguments. It can get bothersome when he acts out towards someone you’re friends with or if he causes a scene

He knows that it’s out of line and that you can make your own choices, but he can’t help it

Will apologize begrudgingly, but only to you. The other person can just live with it

You might be able to milk it and get an apology hug lol

In other aspects of life he’s the same way. If a politician tries to screw you over he’s right there watching from the sidelines, if you’re in battle then he’s constantly glancing at where you’re stationed, etc.

Ashe:

7/10

He’s your silent protector lol

Not because he’s ‘quiet’ but instead out of fear. He doesn't want to annoy you

Ashe has a lot of insecurities. No matter how many times you tell him otherwise he’ll always think you’re out of his league

If anyone flirts or makes suggestive comments towards you he’ll get upset

Like, really upset

extremely upset

He’ll watch from the sidelines as you diffuse the situation, lacing one hand with your own with a smile. Just you’re normal not-confrontational-at-all-Ashe. At least that’s what you see

On the inside it’s a raging storm of emotions going on. He’s so afraid that one day you’ll wake up and realize that he’s not good enough. That he’ll have to watch you walk away and return to an empty home again

Que nervous sweating

He becomes a doting mother if you’re ever ill or in danger. For weeks on end he’ll become you’re second shadow

If someone ever dares to hurt you while he’s nearby they’re getting an arrow in the back. No mercy. The fury borderline snaps the arrow between his fingers

Hates leaving you behind or being away. Not knowing if you’re safe, happy, healthy, etc. eats him up inside

Literally fragile glass. He can’t even tinker with the thought of you dying or he gets a stress-induced headache

Sylvain:

5/10

He’s so neutral towards everything that it’s honestly scary

The fellow Lions would even say ‘creepy’ for some occasions. It’s so far off from how he behaved towards his past partners and other friends

With his past and reputation people would think he’d at least get defensive when other people flirt with you

He knows what players are looking for since he was one. He’s been in their shoes

Yet??? He’s indifferent towards everything???

It takes a lot to get Sylvain worked up. His laid back way of approaching conflict tends to rub off on those around him and therefore helps in avoiding arguments

It would take either you expressing your discomfort or for the other party to attempt physical contact to make him hostile

Even then though he’ll simply push them back before leading you away. No harm no foul, just in and out before things escalate

When it comes to big decisions or outbreaks he also follows a neutral approach. He waits for you to express your own wants before giving his opinions

You want to fight in the next battle? Cool, you’re registered. What battalion are you with? Well, looks like your going a different route than him. Are you sure that’s the one you want to follow? Yeah? Nothing he can do then aside from wish you luck.

Doesn’t mean he won’t be concerned at all though. I mean, it’s natural to be.

His mindset is that if he doesn’t worry then you won’t either. Anxiety is contagious and you don’t need extra stress in bad situations.

Annette:

7/10

She doesn’t w a n t to be like this, but sometimes it’s hard to hold back jealousy

Annette is one of those people that likes attention from the person she cares about. It makes her happy, so being ignored for someone else would really hurt

She’s nothing special in this regard. Like any person in a relationship she’ll have her moments, but for the most part everything is fine and dandy

The whole reason she’s above average is because of other reasons

She’ll nag you about safety precautions with logic from her studies. Being a goodie-two-shoes from a young age has her nerves spiking whenever you take needless risks

If she wasn’t reading up on faith magic before then she is now

The fear of being left behind is also something to chalk up on this list. If you’re gone longer than expected she’ll become antsy

The others can always tell when she’s worried. Annette isn’t very good at hiding that kind of aura from taking over

All in all, she’s not a very protective person. A better term would probably be “anxious”

Mercedes:

10/10

While she isn’t the staple of ‘overprotective,’ she is still exceedingly mindful of possible disasters

Are you really surprised? Mercedes cares about everyone no matter who they are.

She legit prays for the souls of her enemies. The woman is a saint in human skin

This also negates any jealous bone in her body. If she ever does feel uneasy it’s just a quick pang in the chest and then it’s gone

She doesn’t like to dwell on ‘what ifs’ because then she can’t live in the present- where people need her

She can seriously be a bit much other times though. If you even sneeze near her she’ll ask to take your temperature

Doesn’t matter where, who, when, etc. Mercedes takes care of everyone

Don’t ever deny her either. She can be pushy if the situation calls for it and sometimes it’s just easier to let her do what she wants

She’ll pray to the goddess for your safety before any battle, and send you off with extra healing potions for the times she won’t be near

During these times she’s extra vulnerable and is more open to showing her own personal strife to others. She tries to keep optimistic but nobody’s perfect. If it becomes too much she may seek to talk with a close friend (aka Annette)

However, her thoughts remain unclouded when others are in need. She suppresses her personal feelings until those in front of her are taken care of

Ingrid:

0/10

She isn’t worried

You know better than to wrong Ingrid

Enemies know better than to wrong you

Either happens and someone’s gonna die

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krisdreaming · 5 years ago

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can i ask kuroo taking a drunk girl home (they don't know each other) and protecting her after seeing her being harassed by some guys in a bar or something? thanks! 💜 love your blog sm.

Yes, you totally can! I’m so weak for Kuroo if you haven’t already pieced that together, I’m writing this for me, too :’) Fem reader ahead!

“Leaving already?” Kuroo asks as Kai stands and grabs his coat from the back of his chair.

“Yup.” He shrugs apologetically. “The baby will be up at 6 am whether I’m ready to be or not, and I like to let Ikumi get as much sleep as she can. Maybe next time, we’ll have you guys over for dinner instead of meeting at a bar.” He grins. “We’re getting older, you know.”

Kuroo can’t deny that. At 25, it’s not much of a surprise to him or anyone else that Kai has been the first to settle down. Even so, they still find the time every few months to get together along with Yaku and hang out for the evening. It’s comfortable, and he really enjoys seeing his old friends.

He shakes his head. “Got that right. See ya around.” He lifts a hand in farewell.

“Yeah, Kuroo, I think I’m gonna head out too, actually.” Yaku stands up as well. “I promised Hinami I’d stop over at her place yet tonight, so…”

“Hey, don’t sweat it.” He waves his hand dismissively. “It was a great night, guys. We’ll plan something again soon.”

“For sure.” Kai grins. “Later!” He and Yaku leave the bar together, and Kuroo looks down at his half-full beer. It’s a Wednesday and there isn’t much going on around him, so he decides to take his time and finish his drink before heading back to his own apartment. There isn’t anyone waiting there for him, anyway.

It’s almost 11:00 when he finally steps outside, and the fall air definitely has a bite to it. He’s so focused on getting back to the warmth of his apartment that he almost doesn’t hear the conversation taking place a few feet away from him on the sidewalk.

“Hey, little lady. You got anything goin’ on tonight?” He freezes. It’s not hard to tell that the speaker is drunk. He’s leaning hard on his friend, who doesn’t look much better for wear. “We c’n show you a good time.”

“N-no. No thank you, I, no.” It’s pretty apparent that you’re drunk, too. They have you backed into a corner, and you’re shrinking into yourself. Your hands are lifted defensively in front of you.

“Aw, c’mon.” Now his friend speaks up. “We’re not far from here.” He reaches out and grabs your arm, and that’s when Kuroo finally shoves aside the voice that tells him to keep walking.

“‘Scuse me.” he draws to his full height, which is inches above either of your harassers, and turns in your direction. “I believe the lady said she’s not interested.”

“Back off.” One of the drunks hisses at him. “Mind yer own business.”

“Why don’t you let her mind hers?” Up close, he can see that you’re shaking. It dissolves some of his own fear. “Or your business might become my business.” He hopes the expression he’s making is menacing, because it feels more like a grimace.

“Alright, dude, just chill.” The first guy mutters, finally backing up and dragging his friend with him. When they’re finally gone, Kuroo turns his full attention to you.

“Are you alright?” At his words, you burst into tears, letting your face fall into your hands. “Ah.” He awkwardly pats your back. “Don’t worry. They’re gone.”

“I’m so sorry.” You blubber. “I should’ve never stayed this late.” It all starts to spill out. “I was supposed to meet this guy and he didn’t show, and so instead of going home like my roommate said I should, I decided to stay for a few more drinks anyway, cause like, why not?” You lift your hands in a helpless shrug, revealing your tear-stained face.

“Hey, it’s fine. Those guys were douche bags, but those types usually don’t put up too much of a fight.” For both of your sakes, Kuroo is glad that’s the case. “It’s over, so let’s just get you home. Lead the way.”

You open your mouth to protest, but something in his expression makes you close it again. For the first time, he realizes you’re only wearing a thin sweatshirt. “Didn’t you bring a jacket?”

You sniffle. “No.” You admit.

“Here.” He shrugs his off without a moment’s hesitation, wrapping it around your shoulders. The breeze finds its way quickly through the loose weave of his flannel shirt, but with your hands pulled up into the sleeves of his jacket, at least you will be a little warmer.

“I’m sorry. Thank you.” You whisper. “It’s… it’s just a few blocks this way.” You almost trip over your feet when you start walking, and immediately his hand is at your elbow. “Sorry.” You whisper again.

“Don’t worry about it.” For a few moments, the two of you walk in silence. At a crosswalk waiting for the light to change, he speaks up again. “That guy is a jerk.” You look up at him, confused. “The one who never showed up.”

“Ah.” You laugh weakly. “It was just some random tinder thing. I don’t even know why I’m on it, or why I even agreed to meet him.” You squeeze your fists around the fabric of his jacket. It has a nice smell to it. “Probably gonna go home and delete the app.” The light turns, and you make your way across the street.

“Probably a good plan.” Kuroo hums in agreement. For some reason, you feel your cheeks growing warmer than they’d been from the alcohol.

“Um, I’m just up here.” You gesture to your apartment building. A few more yards, and you’re there. “Th-thank you. Really. A lot.” You stutter, getting frustrated with yourself. You take a deep breath. “You didn’t have to help me, but I’m glad you did. I don’t know what I would have done-”

“It’s no big deal.” He cuts you off. You smile apologetically and shrug off his jacket, handing it back to him. “Um…” He rakes his hand through his hair, dipping his head. Suddenly, he feels a little bashful. “God, I hope this isn’t weird.” He fishes into his jacket pocket and pulls out a pen and his receipt from the bar, scribbling down his phone number before he can think better of it. “Give me a call if you ever need a body guard. Or coffee.”

“Okay.” You take the receipt and look down at his messy, firm script. The heat in your cheeks is definitely from more than the alcohol. “I will.” He turns to go before you can see the smile break across his face.

(I’ll die if someone requests a continuation……….. what who said that)

Part 2 is here

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu imagines #Kuroo Tetsurou #Kuroo Tetsurou x reader #Kuroo x reader #Haikyuu x reader #request #queued

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magpiemorality · 5 years ago

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Another request, if it's okay ofc, Canon or AU both are fine, Deceit and Remus both being interested in Patton and trying to gain his affections and being dramatic rivals. Patton is a bit obvious to it all at first but it ends with him cheerfully saying he likes them both so they both can become his boyfriends, they don't have to fight

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 AO3

Warnings: cursing, judgemental characters, a character dismissing polyamory as an option

***

“I just don’t know what to do!” Patton flopped down on his bed, keeping his phone up by his ear and pouting at the ceiling.

On the other end, his best friend Remy sighed before replying. “Maybe you could just go and do something about the situation instead of always whining to me about your crazy lucky love life?!” he suggested. “Because gurl, you’re lucky! My dry spell has been over a week now and I’m starting to go mad-”

Patton giggled and tuned out as Remy kept on complaining about his own lack of a dating life, twirling a curl around his finger and chewing on his lip thoughtfully.

It was a pretty heavenly dilemma to have, really. It was just so gosh darn upsetting that Patton had to solve the whole thing by making a decision, instead of just riding the euphoria forever.

The dilemma was this: Patton had two potential boyfriends and he was only allowed to choose one.

On the one hand; Dexter O’Reilly was drop dead gorgeous, and climbing the social ranks fast by essentially just building his own and declaring it lord of them all. He was mysterious and exciting and surprisingly sweet, and he was a total bad boy. Patton’s parents would never approve (the fact their wholesome Mormon beliefs didn’t approve of most of his life choices notwithstanding…) but that just made it all the more exciting. Dex would be the type of guy that turned Patton from Sandy at the beginning of Grease; to Sandy at the end of Grease, and he was sorta tempted by the idea of a change. Being perfect all the time was a bit of a drag after a while.

On the other hand there was Remus Duke. One of the defensive end’s of the football team, he was big and strong and, well he was a football player. Patton was a cheerleader. It was practically the law. And Remus was always smiling, always living his life loud and proud and defending his ideals no matter what it took. More than once Patton had heard of him getting into a fight because someone had said something rude to one of his friends, which should not have been as hot as Patton had found it, but gosh, loyalty was sexy okay?! Don’t judge him. Remus was not quite as much a bad boy as Dex was, but he filled the criteria nicely enough.

Patton was completely torn.

“-babes you’re not even listening to me, you complain about your dynamic duo all the time and you won’t even listen to me bitch about all the boys that don’t want to date me?!”

“Gosh, sorry Rem. I just- I can’t help myself!”

There was a moment’s silence before the sound of a cup being sucked nearly dry nearly burst Patton’s eardrum. “Hey, that’s not fair you promised not to do that without warning again!”

“Babes, deal with it. Now I gotta go get ready for class, but I’ll speak to you soon. And Pat?”

“Yeah?”

“Sort your head out soon. Rumour on the blog discord has it that Duke isn’t gonna wait for Prom anymore and wants to pop the question by Spring break. If you’re gonna pick him you’ll want to let the other one down gently before that happens, ‘kay?”

“Mm.”

“Okay babes, ciao!”

“Ciao, Remy,” Patton mumbled, dropping his phone by his head and letting out a loud groan. Easier said than done. Especially when it wasn’t just his head that had high stakes in the matter; his heart was going all in.

***

“Mr Duke, will you please focus?!” Dammit, had he been zoning out again? Fuck. Remus lifted his hand with an apologetic grin, turning back to the experiment his group had running on the counter in front of them.

“How does she always know?” Toby muttered, eyeing their Chem 3 professor suspiciously. “I was totally covering for you dude, I swear. I know how you get.”

Remus shot him a grateful smile, swirling the contents of a test tube until the mixture was evenly dispersed. “I know, it’s all cool. She’s just some kind of teaching cryptid, probably. Never doesn’t know every single thing happening in class…”

“So what was it today? You need to run it off later?” Toby offered once they’d started the bunsen burner and set the timer, sitting back to watch and wait for the reaction. “Bad or good?”

“Oh, kinda… both? No running necessary, bro, thanks, but maybe, maybe some house rules mariokart after practice. It was Patton again.”

Toby winced in sympathy. “Our itty bitty pretty cheerboy has got you bad, Duke. What is this, year two, month three?”

“Something like that. Do you think I should go back to the plan to wait for prom season? It’s just… that would be easy but then I’m wasting time and I already missed the winter formal chance and now there’s this other guy-”

“Wait what other guy?” Toby asked, leaning forwards to check the timer quickly. “There’s another guy?”

“Yeah, the fancy one. You know the one, he’s got the birthmark all over his face?”

“Huh, I thought you only liked the pretty ones-”

“Hey. We don’t make those jokes, remember? We’re better than that now. And besides, he’s not another guy for me, he’s another guy for Patton. They spent loads of time together over Winter break, and he’s like, super weirdly popular or something. Like a mob boss. He probably has way more to offer Patton than I do… Ow!” He glared at his friend, rubbing his shoulder. “What was that for?”

“For shit talking my best friend. Besides dude, this could be your motivation, right? You need something to get you moving, because shit if you aren’t gonna do it on your own…”

“Harsh, but fair.”

“So think of it like a competition. You’re good at those.”

Remus blinked, tilting his head. The timer went off before he could reply, so they tabled the conversation. He brought it back up again when they were on the field stretching before practice, eyes straying frequently over to the gym wall where he knew the cheerleaders were inside doing their own practice session.

“So, about that competition idea… What did you have in mind?” He asked, attempting to be casual and failing.

Toby grinned. “Alright, here’s the plan.”

***

“Here’s the plan,” Dex told himself sternly in the mirror. “You are going to go up to Patton and ask him if he wants to get coffee. You are going to go up to Patton and ask him if he wants to get coffee. Shit, no, he prefers tea…”

He sighed, walked in a frustrated circle around his room and came back to the mirror, pushing his hair back and starting again. “You are going to go up to Patton and ask him if he wants to get tea. With you! You are going to- oh what is the point?” This whole exercise was useless. It hadn’t worked for the past three weeks- why would it work today? He was going to pass Patton on campus and give him the usual strained smile and mumbled greeting before hurrying on with his day, annoyed and frustrated and disappointed and another day closer to losing Patton to Remus Duke.

Dex would rather die than let that neanderthal win.

And based on the information he was gathering on his blog, he was running out of time to ensure that didn’t happen. Today was going to be crucial- if he could break his routine of failure that was… Maybe a new plan would help? He could take Patton’s favourite order with him and offer it to him when he saw him and use that as a conversation starter instead? Now, that sounded more achievable.

The next morning Dex got up early to detour via the cafe, picking up his own and Patton’s orders and wandering through campus until he caught a flash of blond hair and a musical laugh. It all seemed to be lining up nicely until he caught sight of his rival approaching from the other side of the quad. Fuck no, Remus was not getting there first!

Dex sped up, noticing Remus notice him and seeing the moment he clocked that this was turning into a race. The footballer’s legs were longer and stronger than his own, but Dex had the headstart, and he made it to Patton just in time to hold out the cup of tea with a hopeful smile and open his mouth to explain his offering, when Remus crashed into him and the two of them went sprawling on the ground.

The drinks were spilled and Patton shrieked in surprise, trying to help them both up at the same time, and then apparently clocking that it was the two of them. He squeaked and went red, recoiling and running away, leaving the two boys to scowl at each other.

Dex rubbed his hip where he’d fallen and Remus brushed himself, looking very unapologetic. “So, you’re Remus Duke. I’ve heard all about you…”

“Oh yeah? You scared, O’Reilly?” Remus shot back, rolling his eyes. “I don’t need to know shit about you to know I’m gonna be the successful one out of the two of us. I mean it’s the law right- cheerleader plus footballer equals happy ending?”

“Back off Duke, you wouldn’t know how to treat him right anyway. He’s not a trophy to tick of your perfect life checklist!”

“No you back off- I saw him first! I liked him since freshman year, dude, this is just unfair of you.”

Dear lord was Remus actually pouting? Dex looked at him scornfully. “Patton isn’t an object. He makes his own decisions. He will pick the better man.”

“Yeah he will. And I’m gonna show him that that’s me.” Remus said with a proud smirk. Dexter stared at him. “I’ve got a plan,” Remus elaborated cockily, and Dex really wanted to wipe that look off his face, but he had better things to do and a reputation to maintain. And a replacement coffee to buy, if he wanted to get through today’s classes.

He lifted his chin and pulled his messenger bag higher up his shoulder with a scoff. “Well I look forwards to seeing what a brute like you can produce to woo a delight like Patton. In fact, I welcome the competition. It’ll make me look even better by comparison.”

Remus was back to scowling, and Dex tallied that as a win for himself. “I won’t even interfere, you’re going to fuck it up all by yourself, I’m sure. Just look at you,” he sniffed, looking Remus up and down with judgemental eyes. “You’re a mess, Duke. Bye now.”

He turned to go, leaving Remus huffing and puffing behind him, speechless with fury.

Things were off to a good start.

***

End of part 2 (woops this is going to be longer?)

#writepie #intruality #moceit #we need a name for this au #ts patton #ts deceit #ts remus #ts remy #cursing #prompt fill #ts sanders sides #ts sanders sides aus #ts writing #sanders sides #patton sanders #remus sanders #deceit sanders #college au

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angelofthequeers · 5 years ago

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Ladybug and Reine Nuit: Chapter 20

Pixelator

Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.

Okay so I’m extra salty about ‘Animaestro’ and That Guy’s self-insert tantrum but by god am I gay for Buninette

I really don’t like Pixelator, but I do need to introduce Uncle Jagged within this story’s universe, so…yeah, I basically used the necessary intro scene.

@miraculousl4dybug @livinthebilife tagged as requested :)

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Chapter 19 | Chapter 21

“I like it!” Tikki chirps. Marinette hums in indecision as she turns her head, examining her reflection from all angles.

“I haven’t worn a bun in years,” she says. “I found the pigtails way cuter and easier. I’m not even sure why I decided to try this today.”

“The bun makes you look cute too!” Tikki says. “You look cute and mature. Not that I don’t like your pigtails!”

“No, no, I know what you mean.” Marinette twirls a lock of hair framing her face to give it a slight wave. “I actually kind of like it.”

“Well, you’ve got about two more minutes to decide before you’re officially running late.”

“What?” Marinette springs into action to grab the nearest pair of jeans and a flowy pink top that’s just big enough to tie it at her waist fashionably. Once she’s dressed, she snatches up her purse and tries to balance hopping down the stairs with pulling on her usual ballet flats, which she thankfully pulls off without tripping and breaking her neck.

For once, she’s actually not late to school, which is probably thanks to Tikki keeping track of time because heaven knows Marinette can’t. She’s still sweaty by the time she makes it there, though, and she needs to collapse on the stairs outside the front of the school to catch her breath. Not only is she not late but…she’s early. She actually has time to relax beforehand rather than freaking out and trying to get to class.

“Dupain-Cheng,” sneers a familiar voice as a shadow looms over her. Marinette rolls her eyes and looks up to see Chloé blocking the sun, hands on hips and smirking widely.

“What now, Chloé?” Marinette sighs. Chloé reaches out and flicks Marinette’s bun.

“After what happened last year, I’m surprised you’ve got the nerve to wear that thing again,” she says. Oh, that’s right. That’s why Marinette’s been wearing pigtails. Her hair used to be long…until Chloé had thought it would be very funny to stick a wad of gum in her bun. As a livid Sabine had carefully and soothingly cut a bawling Marinette’s hair to the length it is now, that’s one of the only times Marinette can remember being terrified of her usually quiet, cheerful mother.

“It’s called change, Chloé,” Marinette says. “Something you don’t seem to understand. You can’t even be nice when it’s Adrien asking.”

“Adrikins and I will always be friends,” Chloé scoffs. “Even if he’s being utterly ridiculous right now. I wouldn’t expect someone like you to understand true friendship like ours.”

“Are you done?” Marinette’s not even annoyed at this point. Honestly, Chloé’s daily antics have just grown exhaustingly bland with the knowledge that she’ll never change and that she’ll just keep being the same old nasty girl, even when she’s lost both her best friends. It’s not like she’s harmless, what with how many people she’s bullied to the point of vulnerability to Hawkmoth. Just…more like a mosquito hanging around and buzzing, rather than a venomous snake constantly striking and biting.

“I’m sorry, am I boring you, Dupain-Cheng?” Chloé says.

“It’s old, Chloé.” Marinette stands up, brushing the dirt off her blue jeans. “You show up, say some mean things, then walk off laughing while I get angry. You can’t even be original when it comes to bullying me.” She turns to head into school.

“Original?” Chloé storms in front of Marinette to block her way with crossed arms and a dangerous scowl. “I am original! Everyone looks up to me! I’m original and exceptional and you’re just a ridiculous –”

“Oh, back off, Chloé,” says Alya from behind Chloé, her arms crossed. Marinette climbs to her feet. “Picking on Marinette is the least original thing about you. Although you are exceptional at being a bully.”

With a snarl, Chloé shoves Marinette out of her way as she storms up the stairs. Marinette shrieks and teeters on the edge of the step, then topples forward and would have cracked her head and ribs if not for Alya rushing to grab her.

“Um…thanks!” Marinette says with a sheepish grin. “Nice reflexes!”

Alya just smirks and pulls Marinette back to her feet. “I gotta have good reflexes with you around, girl. Love the bun, by the way.”

Marinette rolls her eyes with a grin as they head after Chloé at a more sedate pace.

“Marinette!”

Marinette and Alya pause at the top of the steps to let Nino catch up. Before Marinette can react, Nino’s throwing his arms around her and saying, “Thanks again for getting Reine Nuit to take me to see Luka, dude.”

Marinette smiles as warmth blossoms in her belly. “Of course, Nino. I’m glad she could help.”

“Sorry, wait, what exactly am I missing?” Alya says with her hands on her hips.

“Never mind,” Marinette says as Nino releases her. “Just something I did for Nino.”

The three of them head inside for class as the bell rings, Alya pestering Nino for details the whole way there. They’re the last ones into the room, which has erupted in drama with half their classmates on one side and the other half on the other side. Only Chloé’s sitting separate from the drama, painting her nails with a scowl.

“Uh, what’s going on?” Alya says.

“My last video got nuked for graphic violence,” Adrien says sullenly. “Again. I’m losing subscribers because people don’t see the point in sticking around for someone whose videos keep getting taken down.”

“Uh, I can help you make your own blog,” Alya says. “Then you can post whatever. Why didn’t you ask me before?”

“It didn’t occur to me!” Adrien’s eyes start to sparkle. “You’d do that for me, Alya?”

“Yes, yes, because I am a kind and gracious queen.” Alya sits down next to Adrien and pulls out her laptop.

“I get the feeling that’s not what the drama is about,” Marinette says. She’s immediately confronted by Alix, whose eyes are narrowed at her.

“Which team are you on?” Alix demands. Marinette blinks.

“Um…what?”

“Which. Team?” Alix says. She jabs her thumb at the people on Adrien’s side of the room. “Those losers think that Ladrien is where it’s at. But we are dedicated LadyNuit fans.”

“Ladrien? LadyNuit?” Marinette stares at Nino, who just shrugs.

“Ship names!” Rose chirps from the LadyNuit side. “Ladybug with Reine Nuit, or Ladybug with Adrien!”

“Wait, as in…romantic?” Nino says.

“Oh, come on!” Ivan says. “Adrien’s always running after Ladybug! And she’s always saving him! He’s the Lois Lane to her Superman!”

“Yes, there is an eighty six percent chance of Ladybug and Adrien eventually realising their feelings for each other within the next year, what with their obvious fondness for each other,” Max says, adjusting his glasses. “LadyNuit only ranks at –”

“Excuse you, but Reine Nuit is Ladybug’s partner,” Juleka says. “They’d die for each other. They’ve always got each other’s backs.”

“You weren’t there when they kissed!” Kim boasts. “But I was!”

Marinette freezes as ice coats her insides. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Alya’s cheeks darken furiously. “K-Kissed?” she says.

“Yep!” Kim slides down to the front of the room and slings an arm around Marinette, no doubt thinking that he can lure her to the LadyNuit side. “When I was Dark Cupid and hit Ladybug with an arrow! Reine Nuit kissed her to break the spell after destroying my akuma so she could use Miraculous Ladybug!”

“Because true love defeats hate!” Rose squeals, bouncing up and down.

“It could be platonic love,” Mylène pipes up. “There’s no reason why Reine Nuit’s platonic feelings wouldn’t break the spell.”

As her classmates argue, a dazed Marinette sits down in her usual seat. Nino sits with her, since Alya is currently helping Adrien establish his new blog.

“The Ladyblog!” Alya declares, waving her hands. “It’s perfect!”

“But I like being called Ladybugreste,” Adrien sulks.

“Just use that as your pen name,” Alya says. “And Nino can make up his own name. Duh. Look, you can livestream and upload videos and pictures and posts – I can handle the blog posts, by the way, since I’m the journalist around here – and fans can interact with you and – it’s gonna be so cool!”

“You’re just living vicariously through me, aren’t you?” Adrien says.

“Of course,” Alya grins. “If I can’t be the Ladyblogger then I’ll just have to settle for leading the school blog and nudging my little sunshine apprentice who got in first.”

“Good morning, class!” calls a voice over the din. Everyone immediately shuts up and scrambles to their seats, saying good morning to Ms Bustier as they do so. Alya and Nino switch their seats back in the chaos.

“LadyNuit and Ladrien?” Marinette hisses to Alya, who just shrugs.

“I’m personally on team LadyNuit.”

“Alya!”

Apparently, today is their year’s work experience today at Le Grand Paris, although Marinette can’t be sure if she’d just forgotten this or if she’d been actively trying to block it out. The latter seems more likely when their class arrives at the hotel and not only are Alya and Marinette assigned trash sorter and gopher as jobs respectively, but Chloé’s job is specifically to hang around an uncomfortable Adrien and cling to him. This is payback for the confrontation that morning, isn’t it?

“Wow!” Chloé gasps. An annoyed Marinette turns to see what Chloé’s so stunned over, only to feel her jaw drop to the floor at the sight of Jagged Stone walking into the hotel! Jagged Stone is here? Here?

“Mr Stone, welcome to Le Grand Paris Hotel!” André rushes to simper to Jagged Stone. “I am Mayor Bourgeois, the owner of this luxury establishment; in fact, the most luxurious in all of Paris! How might we serve you?”

“How d’you think?” Jagged Stone says in his British accent. Marinette giggles behind her hand. “I didn't just come here to admire your lobby.”

“Jagged would like to check into your most luxurious suite,” says Jagged Stone’s assistant, a woman with bright purple hair that’s still not as bright as Jagged Stone’s.

“And Fang better get a real bathtub, not a tiny water hole like the one in that hotel across the street!” Jagged Stone adds.

“We have everything you need, Ms Fang,” André says to Jagged Stone’s assistant. “Even a state-of-the-art entertainment centre!”

“That’s Penny,” Jagged Stone says. “Fang’s me crocodile.”

André lets out a nervous little laugh at the sight of the collared crocodile at Jagged Stone’s feet. “Mr Stone, we have everything you require for your…Fang. Would he, um…enjoy a bubble bath?”

“Crocodiles don't like bubble baths. That dries their scales out!”

Marinette frowns at Fang as he trots around a large planter box to where a blond man is hidden with a camera. She nudges Alya and points.

“Oh no, not him again,” Jagged Stone groans when the blond man is frightened out of hiding by Fang.

“Remember me, Mr Stone?” the blond says. “Vincent Aza! Just one photo to show everyone in the world that we're best buds! Come on, please! I'm your biggest fan!”

“I know, you've been to my last thirty-six shows,” Jagged Stone snaps. “But we are not friends.”

When Vincent tries to take a photo with Jagged Stone, Penny promptly ejects him from the hotel. Once the stalker fan is gone, André personally escorts Jagged Stone, Penny, and Fang to their room, with Marinette and Ms Bustier following, although Marinette can’t figure out why she’s being dragged along. Not that she’s complaining when she gets to be in the same elevator as Jagged Stone!

“Mr Stone is going to need a new pair of shades for tonight's gig,” Penny says once Jagged is settling into his room by playing hoops with Fang. “Red, white, and blue, with two large Eiffel Towers on them. Can you get that for him?”

“Of course we can!” André says. “Marinette here is our gopher. She'll take care of that for you.”

“Huh?” Marinette says. André leans in to whisper in her ear.

“A gopher is an employee who goes for anything a customer needs. Anything at all. So, go ahead. Goph!”

With a sigh, Marinette trudges out of the room and leans against the wall. “How am I supposed to find those sunglasses?” she complains. “They don’t exist! Ugh, I knew Chloé was setting me up to fail.”

“Then don’t give her that satisfaction,” Tikki says, poking her head out of Marinette’s purse. “So what if they don’t exist? Get creative!”

Marinette gasps as an idea strikes. “You’re right, Tikki!” she says, speeding down the hallway. “Let’s go!”

Once at home, she rummages in her drawer until she finds an old pair of sunglasses, then pops the lenses out and gets to work. It takes the better part of an hour, but she manages to create a pair of sunglasses with two large Eiffel Towers over the lens holes in the French flag colours, and so she runs back to the hotel to deliver them. She’s gasping and panting as she hands them to Penny, who looks a little concerned for her wellbeing but promises to pass them on to Jagged Stone when he’s finished resting.

Just as Marinette’s about to enter the elevator to head back down for her next assignment, a bright flash of light bursts behind her. Her eyes widen at the sight of the bright blue and black figure standing in the doorway to Jagged Stone’s room, and she ducks into the elevator and cries, “Tikki, spots on!” Her work experience is going to have to wait a while. Hopefully she doesn’t fail from lack of effort in the meantime…

BONUS:

“I'd like to dedicate this song to the girl who saved my life!” Jagged Stone announces at his concert that night, wearing Marinette’s sunglasses, while everyone in Ms Bustier’s class minus Chloé cheers from the front row. “This one's for you, Ladybug!”

Best. Day. Ever.

#miraculous ladybug #aotq fic #aotq: reine nuit au #chat!alya #marinette dupain-cheng #alya cesaire #autistic adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #chloe bourgeois #miracuclass #ladynuit #ladrien #ship wars just got real #pixelator #also chloe stfu #marinette is done with chloe's crap

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Alyse Reads The Goldfinch, Part 2

What follows is my best attempt at liveblogging. I had the books as an audiobook in hopes that I could keep it from taking even more of my life from me. This was perhaps a mistake. I think I broke Siri trying to make notes. The notes that are rambly are the ones I dictated.

I entirely blame @rollono for my suffering. But I am also aware that it seems to give her joy.

Every time I reference Tara, I am talking about @wellntruly who’s own live blog of the book was the only roadmap I had to follow in this waterlogged wasteland of a novel.

Part 1

I thought Tara was making up the Camel-hair coat bit but APPARENTLY NOT.

Architecture has that much to do with the city and or northern Europe, really? I mean, “whitewash” doesn't everybody do that?

Nina ( @proud-librarian ) is going to have a lot to say about their descriptions of the Netherlands and Amsterdam in this book. like oh my God!

Theo Deckard doesn't understand how thermostats work.

This isn't satire? I don't understand we're like three minutes in and it has to be satire. right. right?

Who the hell says my mother and I didn't like my father much? like what.... what is this? what am I reading? what is happening? what.... I don't understand.... okay maybe fine whatever

This feels like it should be... I don't know.... satire is the word I'm looking for again. I don't want to just repeat what Tara, said but Jesus. the start of the story is he is rich enough to have a Doorman but not rich enough to afford the fancy private school, and him and his friends break into vacation homes in the Hamptons. what is this? what is this? I just... just.... just write a Jane Austen or Lord Byron novel if that's what you want to do just do that. do that.

My audiobook app just turned itself off in the middle of a passage because it decided I didn't need to listen to Theo talk about whatever he was talking about.

Curse you, Donna Tartt, for also being in the "all things coconut smell like suntan lotion" club. I did not want to have this in common with you.

I am laughing so hard it turns silent into my steering wheel because the audiobook reader makes Tom Cable sound like a surfer dude from the 70s, and I. cannot. handle. that.

"I like to think of myself as a perceptive person" is basically the way that I know that Theo has about Harry Potter level skills of observation when it comes to the people around him.

Y'all this book would be so much better if Theo actually thought like a 13-year-old that he is supposed to be in the intro part. That would just be peak comedy, which is really what I'm looking for.

Audrey Decker and the Laura Moon from American gods are now the two people that I have ever known to call men "puppy" which I still find alarming, in both cases. Surprisingly they also both die, so I guess more things they have in common.

The longer this book goes on the more clear it is that I am not bougie enough for its contents. ( timestamp 30 minutes)

(GIF BY @rollono BY MY REQUEST FOR EVERY TIME THIS BOOK MAKES ME FEEL POOR)

I just can't suspend my disbelief enough to think that a 13-year-old would know this much about their parent's job and be able to ask questions. I'm trying to think of what my dad was doing when I was 13, and I mean I know where he worked, and I know who his boss was, but if you tried to ask me daily issues or me giving advice... oh my gosh. I just can't. nobody talks like this.

I’m making a face akin to Kermit the frog.

I threw up in my mouth a little at the description of Pippa walking past in the museum.

Did we just describe a 12-year-old girl's arms as marble? is that what just happened? did I just have to listen to that?

Theo has given me a lot of like “Golden State killer” vibes right now with his desire to poke around through all these people's homes and stuff. like this is clearly the Visalia ransacker's motivation in the 70s. I know too much about true crime, that's what's happening right now.

The true-crime serial killer alarms keep going off in my brain.

I know Tara already mentioned how ridiculous the Murphys bed story is but it really is incredibly ridiculous and breaks the tension of the entire scene that is occurring at the time (laughed uncontrollably to the point that Siri typed nonsense)

I get it, Donna, you know things. You do not have list every fire truck to prove it.

Let's take a child to a dinner at 3 am. Really Donna?

Why does Donna insist on giving me the text of signs around whats going on? Why did I just listen to the smoothie specials while an emotional scene is occurring?

Donna, did you just call Mrs. Barough a weasel? [afronted gasp]

OI! (me shouting when Donna says that Andy was weird for being lactose intolerant.)

Pukes in my mouth a little at the term 'high verbal'. I get it, Donna, you think you are smarter than all of us stop being a dick.

Donna Tartt would make it to r/iamverysmart in like a minute if she understood how the internet worked.

WHO TAUGHT HER ABOUT FMA?

Okay, so either Donna Tartt knows someone who lost a parent and basing this off them or like went through it herself because I am white-knuckling through the grief bits trying not to have my own trauma response to the situation. Or she wrote Theo with like the exact grief I had. Her incessant need to list things in a room is the only thing between me and a spiral of remembering my dad's death.

ANDY IS A RAY OF LIGHT AND DOES NOT DESERVE TO BE IN THIS FAMILY OR IN THIS BOOK!

Five whole hours before the first sight of Hobie. Like Jesus.

I miss Terry Pratchett.

Hobie thank you for making this book interesting again.

Hobie is now my main squeeze and I won't hear a word against him.

POE DIDN'T INVENT SCIENCE FICTION FUCKING MARY SHELLY DID. DONNA WHAT THE FUCK.

The Hobie part of the story just makes me more sure that a version of the movie should have been without the Baroughers (sp?) and only included Hobie and Pippa.

Any is a murderino. I love this baby boy.

Aw, I love Hobie so so much.

Donna if you call Andy annoying one more time you are gonna catch my hands. (She just referred to his voice as annoying twice in a conversation and I swear to god I will rip this character out of her snobbish clutches she doesn't deserve him.)

Theo on this we agree, I too enjoy Hobie.

Hobie is the only person who belongs in this novel and he's a god damn delight.

SEVEN HOURS AND THE PAINTING HAS COME UP AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN LITERAL HOURS.

Theo straight up using Spanish to fuck over his father is just *chef's kiss.

I can see how much contempt Donna has for Xandra is longer and deeper than this book will ever be.

I am going to suplex Larry Decker I swear to god. (i have a very particular trigger to spouses bad-mouthing the dead one due to personal experience.)

Necco wafers are no one's favorite candy Donna. You can't just say shit like that and expect anyone to believe you.

I have just realized that Donna Tartt has never been to a public library. How do I know? Witchcraft books are never on the shelves. Ask any librarian. They are stolen pretty much the moment we buy them.

I am standing dead in the tea aisle at the store because Theo just thought it would be “gay” to tell the doormen he has known almost his whole life he is gonna miss them. (hours later I realize this is her backtracking in edits going "shit shit shit I have to add the repression in somewhere for those dumb readers that don't understand art" and I hate it more.)

Mrs. B is ready to physically fight Larry and I would pay real money to see it.

WHY DOES DONNA KNOW ABOUT DRAGON BALL Z?!? Step away from the things I love Donna I don't trust you near my media. (Also why she does reference it she clearly has NO concept of what DBZ hair would even look like to expect me to believe any child could achieve it.)

oh my god, Boris. I'm so happy to see you.

I am happy to report the audiobook narrator does not do an Australian accent for Boris. Thank the lord.

I knew I was going to love Boris but like a few minutes in I adore him.

It's interesting to me that Theo and Boris seem to have received similar amounts of attention/affection from non-parent adults, but while Theo finds it uncomfortable Boris soaks it in.

The Australian part of Boris's accent seems impossible.

*sobbing audibly into my keyboard* Popchyck

Boris you sweet like socialist.

Comrade Boris we need you in this election.

I'm sad he (Boris) doesn't get to go to college and like piss off every yuppie and hippie, and just make Philosophy 100 and Government 250 absolute hell for everyone.

Drunk Boris at Thanksgiving is a gift.

Me listening to this book before Boris: half paying attention, fucking around on my computer, doing chores. Me after Boris shows up: staring at the middle distance determined to listen to every fucking word because this prison sentence of a novel is finally interesting.

James: you said the author is a snob and you aren't enjoying the main character. Me: yeah James: then stop reading it. Me: No, then Donna and her Anna Wintour knock off hair cut will win. James, frowning and backing out of the room: k sweetie.

6:30 am is too early to hear Theo Decker describe his bed as "our bed"

I WAS RIGHT. Boris belongs in college making every American white kid absolutely furious in every Poli-sci.

Larry Decker calling Theo and Boris his "kids" made my heart skip a beat.

So the nurse notices they don't have vitamins and smell but doesn't call child services. I mean I know that I learned that school nurses are less likely to call CFS on white kids than they are on black kids but like god damn.

The sheer salt of Theo refusing to learn the name of Boris’s girlfriend is so hilarious.

Now *this* is gay.

The truth is Theo is ready to cut a bitch.

Fellas is it gay to do shots while your boyfriend talks about his girlfriend?

Theo trying to set up Boris with like a nice polite girl who won't fuck him is fucking hilarious. This poor baby gay.

Theo (and Donna cuz she writes him) have never heard of learning disabilities and I will legit throw down.

LARRY IS A SCORPIO IN CANON?! I thought that was something from the fan fics. omg Ally hates this.

No one wears white sport coats Donna stop trying to make it happen.

Boris totally knows what's going on with Larry and he's just trying to look out for Theo because he loves Theo but oh my gosh Boris why do you make me feel so many feelings!

Please, Donna, I am begging you to stop telling me what the light from the sun looks like at different times of the day. I just can't take it anymore. Every scene of Theo in Xandra's house does not need the qualifier of what type of sunlight he is seeing. Some times fine. But every time?

My entire stomach just dropped when I realized what Boris has done, and I'm just I'm so sad. this is not how I wanna start my commute to work today.

I have just had my first moments of being very proud of Donna's writing, because long long time ago, in the same chapter, she had the bit about how Xandra will say "apparently" when she's being bitchy with Theo and now in a conversation where Theo isn't paying attention to her she says "apparently" to Larry and I just had to stop and say this, this is the writing I'm looking for Donna. This is clever and interesting and I LIKED IT. Stop making lists and do more of this.

Friendship ended with Book Boris, Movie Boris is my best friend now.

I don't understand how the director and the screenwriter of the film could move who said those lines and then not make it gay. Like, commit to your choice.

My mom: You finish that book yet? Me, angrily: No. My mom slightly worried: do you like it? Me: unclear.

NEW CHAPTER!

Theo, I need you calm all the way down when you are looking at Pippa.

Love this lawyer. I want to be his friend.

God poor Pippa. All the shit she goes through and she still has to put up with Theo's weird obsession.

Theo, you slid right back into the serial killer habits in a second and I want you to stop it.

Oh god, I feel that in my soul. Like "no sir you have it wrong I look more like the parent I like best." (also I do look more like my dad. like way more like him)

I am begging someone to get Theo some kind of hobby or help or something so he stops acting like a victorian ghost.

I am gonna have to get the actual book so I can see what weird spelling is going on with the text messages. I just know its weird. The narrator does it in such a weird voice.

We spent so much time dealing with emotional issues and other whatnot that going back to the bit about the painting feels like a huge tonal shift in the book. I'm like staggering around confused.

Literally no one uses strawberry shampoo.

Love that Theo ‘s final plan is the one Andy purposed an eon ago.

Salty that Theo is getting the cool college experience that Boris would have crushed. I would have paid good money to watch him make the philosophy department cry.

[kermit in the car gif]

Yo! Theo struggling to deal with school is like exactly my semester after my dad died.

The adults attempting to force him into different living arrangements is so what we dealt with post my dad’s death.

Grisha! (Russians the only people I trust atm)

Tara was right, Andy's death comes off like a joke!

I gotta say, Crime Theo is my favorite Theo so far.

I don't know which serial killer Donna was channeling to write the parts about Theo being obsessed with Pippa, but it is just so intensely a serial killer vibe I cannot even begin to describe the look on my face; the feelings I'm having. I'm just like this man is going to kill someone. he's going to kill a lot of people. not only that it's going to be a lot of women because he doesn't view them as people. that's what I'm getting from this it's. Theo doesn't think women are people.

If Theo was on reddit he would be part of r/niceguys and r/iamverysmart.

If I have to listen to him drone on about his fantasies of Pippa for one more minute I will kill myself in the baking aisle of Aldis.

HES HOARDING HER HAIR?! HER UNWASHED CLOTHES?!? Please someone put him in jail.

[the sound of me throwing up in the frozen food section as Theo describes Kitsey]

Donna don’t try to act like you didn’t add that foreshadowing yourself about Andy. You crack me up you relentlessly snob.

How is Theo just The Worst all the time?

Theo freaking out because two gay guys know what’s up with him is just *chef’s kiss

Me having seen only the movie: Theo and Boris should get redemption and a romance run away. Me now: [ gif of “Ive had enough of this guy” from IASIP]

I mean I understand that John Crawley was a coward in so many of his directorial choices, but the fact that he didn't put the second meeting of Theo and this Lucius guy into a crowded weird restaurant where they're both getting hit by the waiters as they go past is just the weakest move you could've made. because this makes it so much funnier.

I'm with Hobie.

honestly this book should've just been 20 hours of art crime and like to shave off a good 10 hours of LISTS because that's what 10 hours is. give me 20 hours of art crime. I would love to watch each sale happen that would've been riveting to read but instead.... this.

Bish, you like those earrings or I will cut you.

Theo salty, while Kitsey picks out new china, is so fucking hilarious.

him just like "why are we buying new plates when my job is literally to find plates that were made by craftsmen?!?!” but being too fucking repressed in his bullshit to say anything, so he just making some poor sales lady suffer.

my friend Ally: “Theo’s repression makes everyone suffer is a good summary of the book.”

Alternative version of this book that would have been 8 million times better: Theo gets into art crimes but is also a serial killer. We don't know the second bit but it begins to start dawning on us as women seem to disappear from his social circles and weird hints of thoughts about blood and rivers. Bonus points if it ends with him on the run from the law with his only vaguely criminal (by comparison to serial killer Theo) boyfriend. We are left to wonder if they will be gunned down in the chase or if perhaps there will be one more body to great the river.

Theo's textbook serial killer nonsense is only comparable to the sheer petty gay energy he gives off.

The power trip he gets from being like "hahaha yes I have bagged the ice princess who wanted nothing to do with me when we were kids" is just so gross and hilarious.

Theo realizing he is not the only sociopath in the room is just *chef's kiss.

Boris, did you really send some guy to just watch your ex?

Boris, I am begging you. You have made Grisha so upset.

Donna shying away from describing Boris comes off, if you don't know who we are talking about, as weird and slightly racist.

You have the internet Theo, you can look up when movies are going to start. You are not living on the moors.

HOW IS THIS BOOK NOT A SATIRE OF AMERICAN PYSCHO FOR PEOPLE THAT HAVE BONERS FOR ANTIQUES?!?

Boris returns. I have almost forgiven him for what he put me through.

Maybe "fuck you" can be our always.

*tries not to cry when I realize that Boris' friends have heard about Theo

bless Aneurin for everything he did for this reunion in the movie.

Why is Boris such a slut? Why will I forgive him for anything?

Is it gay to think about the guy you used to jack off as handsome when you meet each other again?

Genetics means those kids can't be Boris' unless his mother was blonde. (Theo kind of agrees.)

My soul has left my body at the concept of Boris having a wife and kids.

I'm not saying I endorse crime, I'm just saying a mobster front with a pun in the name is really on-brand for me.

Knowing what I Know. That Boris thinks Theo is gonna try to kill him when they go for the "surprise" just makes the whole thing so tragic and sad.

Boris and his dog REUNITED AT LAST. I'm not crying. I'm fine.

Interesting that the next story we hear is about Gyuri's dead "brother" right after Boris says that Theo is "blood of his heart, his brother". Like. I might not be the biggest history buff in the world but I know gay code when I see it.

I mean I knew this was gonna happen, but I can't help but feel personally betrayed by Boris once again.

Donna, stay away from stuff about computers. Your attempts to use them make me, a technology expert, cringe.

Boris like "you don't deserve this dog. I deserve this dog."

"Babe I get that you are a WASP at heart but I need you to fight with me like a Russian now." - Boris to his disaster husband

"Did I lie?" "YES" (me laughing so hard I'm practically crying)

why does no one in this book appear to exchange numbers or like airdrop contact info.

Does Donna think that people only have iPhones?

Ally who is CTRL F reading this book "'Every few hundred pages she's like 'oh yeah, it's modern times...they're texting and there's emojis!' Seriously, there was the mention of emoji's and my soul escaped my body for a minute because it had no tether to time or space" @aces-low

Off the top of my head, the name that Donna is not saying for this Horace to guy is Volkswagen.

Instead of being in the mob Boris should run an animal shelter.

Boris being Bitchy and jelly when Theo is talking to the German guy is just so cute. You two deserve each other with your weird shit.

If Donna wasn't a coward this book would have had Theo just getting eyeballs deep in art crime with Boris and his associates.

Adding a sin for making me listen to whatever that just was.

Things Donna forgot to list in "girl food": chicken wings, bread, rolls, other types of bread, garlic bread, a bit more bread, maybe cookies, eight more cookies, 20 more cookies, every type of chocolate humanly imaginable, jam, and barbecue ribs.

What do ankles have to do with being attractive?!?!?! this isn't the Victorian age!

(from Ally re this comment: “I'm now convinced that every day Donna sat down to write this book she spun a wheel with different years on it, and that's the year the book was set that day”)

I didn't mind Kitsey cheating on Theo, because he doesn't even really like her. Until just now, when I realized that Mrs. B knows about it and she's keeping it from Theo, and my heart broke into 1 trillion pieces. she is the closest thing he has to a mother and he realized that she kept it from him, and I should not be crying in my car before my special Valentine night dinner.

James just walked in during a part describing Pippa and goes "Men writing women, huh?" and I had to pause the book, turn to him and say "a woman wrote this" and he just looks at me like 0_0

Mrs. B clutching Theo's hand so he won't leave her alone with Smalltalk-old-man is honestly the cutest thing in this entire book.

Hobie being able to be spotted from a distance at all times! I have a friend who is 6'5" and we can find him in crowds so easily!

Perhaps the funniest moment of this book is Theo saying "if girls loved assholes then Pippa would love me". buddy I'm going to post this entire book to r/niceguys

I WANT MORE ART CRIME! Why did you make me listen to 15 hours of boring nonsense when we could have had ART CRIME!

I deeply enjoy Boris's commitment to being a dramatic goofball, falling to his knees just be annoying.

Movie Boris appears in a dramatic way. Book Boris is just like there and also shoving food in his face and walking out of the party still eating all the food he just put in his cheeks like a chipmunk.

Hobie just like "if you want to run off with your gay love i'll cover."

Theodor Decker you get back in there and make sure that thief stays away from Nicole Kidman she has been through enough already!

Theo, I know that you don't actually have brains for anything besides drugs, crimes, being weird about women, and your own ass, but you could at least listen when people speak.

Theo is such a mess. He doesn't belong in modern times. He deserves to be Jack the Ripper.

I know the narrator is saying croissant the "correct" way. But every single time it happens I'm so fucking confused because who just leans into a french accent that hard for a single word?

Theo offers an actual good idea that Boris is going to use later and they all look at him like he's crazy.

I know "my brand" is "man holding gun" but listening to Boris assemble a gun I'm like "oh goodness I need to lay down". *fans self

Theo suddenly "I have made a huge mistake"

It's interesting to me how reluctant Boris is to make Theo a larger part of the heist. Theo reads it as frustrating but I read it like a kind of care and affection. He doesn't want his friend mixed up in something he can't handle, despite the fact that he wants Theo close so he can get him the painting back.

I see now why the heist in the movie was so fucking confusing. You need the Horst stuff and like a bunch of other nonsense that does not translate well to screen unless you re-write all the connections, which John Crowley was not willing to do.

Really love the "women drop their mark the first time" bit.

me: Theo I swear to god stop being high and sick in your room and go get some actual clothes and medication or at least don't make me listen to so much of it

this book is not 30 hours long. its 15 hours of a book and 15 hours of Donna going "gotta get that word count up or people with think I'm weak". Please, Donna. I don't need to hear this one thing happen for so long. It adds nothing to the tone, the themes, the plot, or the ambiance. You are just writing words for words sake.

The first suicide note was so well crafted that I honestly want Theo to kill himself now. If he can manage to write the others pretty okay I will be happy with this ending.

Don’t think I didn’t notice that the ghost of a dead loved one appeared on Christmas Eve.

I'm sorry who doesn't respond to "didn't you get my text?" with "my phone was dead" instantly?

me listening to Theo throw a tantrum at Boris because neither of them is capable of explaining themselves and like speaking as normal humans do: "It would have been better if Theo died"

Why must I be forced to listen to Donna make these scenes longer because these people don't talk like people?

Thud by Terry Pratchett does a much much better job of asking the question "can we trust our hearts and be the person we want to be?" And it honestly gives a better answer. And has you know, clever writing.

I thought it was like Over. I did. I was like "oh this is it wrapping up" ONLY THERE IS 30 MORE MINUTES AND I WANT TO SCREAM!

Me certain the book is over: i mean maybe this is a good ending

Me seeing i still have 30 more minutes: this is the worst book ever

This book held me fucking captive for over a week and all it left me with was like a few good lines, burning hatred for the main character, and the desire to go into Donna's home and rearrange all her stuff.

also, I now hate antiques. out of spite.

don't read The Goldfinch. it's not worth it y’all.

#jabberwockytalkies #words #donna tartt i just wanna talk #the goldfinch #alyse watches stupid movies #theodore decker #boris pavlikovsky #larry decker #xandra #donna tartt #this book beat me up and took my money and my will to put up with men

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aspiratinganxiety · 6 years ago

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Yay, requests are open! I had a hard time picking b/c those were some good ass prompts, but... "Person A lifting Person B up to reach the second floor railing from the first floor after someone tossed their stuff up there" with Jason, if you would, my dear. Doesn't necessarily have to be high school related, I'm not picky lol. Thanks in advance!

Yay, requests are open! I had a hard time picking b/c those were some good ass prompts, but… “Person A lifting Person B up to reach the second floor railing from the first floor after someone tossed their stuff up there” with Jason, if you would, my dear. Doesn’t necessarily have to be high school related, I’m not picky lol. Thanks in advance!

I am all too happy to fill this prompt for you! Thank you so much for the opportunity. You are a wonderful friend and such an encouraging presence in my life. I love you dearly, and I just want you to know that I appreciate you.

Tag List: @nxttime, @possiblyelven, @thepuckishrogue, @jinkies-its-a-writer (If you want to be tagged, let me know! For more fics, check out my masterlist.)

Also gonna say here that my requests are open again for a limited time! I’ve hit 500 followers (fucking wow!), and I’m including NSFW works for this round of requests. Go to my blog and request some more things from me!

When Jason says there aren’t any good footholds up to your backpack, you assume that’s the end of it. Your friend’s big brother had followed you into the stairwell, tried to help, couldn’t, and now it’s time to report your own idiot brother to the office. School’s been out for less than an hour. Surely one staff member is still around to unlock a door up to the second story.

Jason, however, comes to a different conclusion.

You are a step and a half lower when the mountain of human at your back snags you by the armpits and unceremoniously hefts you up onto one of his shoulders. Like any normal person lifted more than five feet with no warning, you shriek. Limbs flailing in all directions as you’re benched on the juncture of his arm, you ache where his hands clutched your squirming torso.

“Jesus, kid,” a wry Jason says as you struggle. It’s only when your knee knocks into his cheek that all amusement leaves his tone. “Oi! Watch it.”

You yelp, ignoring the young man you’d mistaken for a friend while frantically scrabbling for the railing. “Don’t drop me! Don’t drop me! What is wrong with you?”

“Are you kidding me?” he growls, exasperated when your leg tags his face for a second time.

Jason slaps a firm grip on your knee, using his own knuckles as a poor shield for the cheek suffering your unintentional battering. One arm barred over the band where your thighs become your hips like a vice, Jason knows that you’re locked against his shoulder just fine. If you’d stop thrashing, you’d realize it too.

“Grab your shit and let’s get out of here,” he says, unable to see how close you are to the prize as your torso blocks his view. “Tim’s probably been waiting for us at the car.”

You wail petulantly, eyes clamped shut. Heights terrify you. Just lingering five steps up made you feel like you were navigating a complicated mass of even little cliffs. You stared at your feet when you took the stairs every Tuesday and Thursday, and you’d shown up two hours early at the beginning of the year so that you could make your schedule with as many classes on the first floor as possible.

Out of nowhere, Tim’s voice asks, “Tim’s where?”

He’s up above you, leaning over the second floor railing and flashing Jason a smug grin that quickly wilts as he takes in the scene below him.

Jason huffs. His tone is flat as a platter. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Some rational part of you notes that Tim is on the second floor. This is a good thing. He can rescue your book-bag, and his giant brother can put you back on the ground. Instead of asking for any of these actions to take place, you squeeze your eyes closed again and cry, “Help!”

“She’s afraid of heights, Jason,” Tim explains. You’re not entirely sure what transpires, but the words come from beside Jason in the stairwell. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you peep the nearest eye open to see that Tim has hopped down next to his brother with your backpack in hand. “Please put my friend down.”

“Please!” you echo, paradoxically clinging onto the railing up above all the more fiercely. Your stomach feels like it’s puckered into a sour, shriveled prune and is trying to creep up your throat.

Jason mumbles something unintelligible, washed in a quick flash of guilt. It’s like he’s gone and put a kitten up a tree, and now there’s no way to slide her down without grossly adjusting her uniform in an inappropriate way. He assesses the situation for another solution. He doesn’t find one.

The older brother goes contrite where he had been irritated. “I uh- I maybe didn’t think this one through, Timbo.”

A panicked sound escapes past your wandering stomach as it dawns on you that you’re in less than capable hands.

Tim walks away, having foreseen the embarrassing turn this scenario was likely to take. “You’re not kidding, Jason,” he calls back over his shoulder with a bark of incredulous laughter.

“Welp, sorry, sweetheart.” Jason accepts the inevitable and moves his hands to either of your hips. When your weight is balanced in his palms instead of on his shoulder, he instructs you. “You’ve got to let go when I tell you to, okay?”

Whimpering an assent, you loosen your grip and do your best to disassociate from the entire debacle. No amount of effort, however, keeps you from noticing the trill that shoots up your spine to feel the way he’s holding you.

The closest you’ve ever been to a dude is sitting next to Tim, and that doesn’t count anymore than being on a couch with your brother. Your sweet lil’ mind simply cannot process that there’s an undeniably handsome twenty-something in a leather jacket with his hands literally up your skirt.

Considering it too closely kinda’ makes you want to die a little bit. Or maybe burst into song?

Today too, of all days, you hadn’t hiked on a pair of tights to go under your uniform.

When Jason’s got one foot planted on the higher stair behind him, he gives the signal. “Now!” he says, working quickly to direct your fall.

You drop, forcing yourself to focus on the sensation of strong hands running down your thighs and locking in the crooks behind your knees. Your back slams against his broad chest, and it’s hard to breathe with your belly folded so tightly. Your knees are parallel with your shoulders, and you don’t even want to think about the humiliating way that your legs are splayed.

“Down!” you demand. “Put me down, now.”

“Right.” Jason lowers himself closer to the ground and drops your legs one at a time to be sure of your footing. “Again, that was my bad.”

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #reader insert #prompt #ask #aspirating anxiety writes #batcanon by beth #thepuckishrogue #surprise appearance of tim drake?

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kinning-game · 6 years ago

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I’m bored can you guys please send some requests - Mod Monokuma

#this blog is gonna die without requests dude #send some #Mod Monokuma #Monokuma rambles

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franeridart · 7 years ago

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Hey! So sorry if you already answered this but what application and tablet do you use??

I use Easy Paint Tool SAI and a pretty old wacom intuos tablet! Both questions are answred in my faq, actually~

Anon said:You. You awesome person. You are my new fav artist. 💘💘💘

AW thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I love your art and the style, it’s all so cute and it might give me a heart attack

He c k let’s hope not! Thank you so so much!!! ;^;

Anon said:hey, can ya do more tokage, pls

Sure, I mean to draw more 1B in the future anyway~

Anon said:nori is soo adorable!! I love your art and seromina so much and seeing them combined makes me mega happy!!! I gotta ask though, how are sero and mina as parents and how do they handle nori’s quirk?

They’re disasters as parents but they try their best and are always having fun - Nori adores them! In their house not a minutes goes by without someone laughing, they’re all super loud and cheerful always~ neither of them has any problem dealing with Nori’s quirk, Sero has spent a whole lifetime learning how to deal with sticky stuff and tape and glue so he knows all the tricks to save clothes and furniture from accidental quirk usage and so on, while Mina’s own quirk makes it easy to counter any glue that might end on her - the main thing actually is that the quirk itself was a surprise! Since Nori looks a lot like Mina, both she and Sero had expected her to have acid like Mina so when she started gluing herself around in places and walking along walls and stuff it was a surprise (they had expected to have to deal with the house being constantly half destroyed by acid though, so glue is nothing compared to that haha)

Anon said:Heyy I saw your twitter account and was wondering if you could link some of those “fics about them boys sharing a bed..“ I’ve been following you for a while now and absolutely love your work (: I hope you don’t mind lol. I need more kiribaku in my life gahaha ❤️ thanks !!

I didn’t really bookmark any and most were old things I had read in the past and spent time rereading lately, but the newest one I read is this one - honestly though at this point 99% of the fics set in the dorms have them sharing a bed, you just need to open ao3 and scroll down less than a page to find stuff lol

Anon said:If you’re not an Adventure Time fan this ask will make no sense to you (so skip it), but when I saw your drawing of Katsuki with a guitar, I immediately thought he was singing some edgy Marceline song, like the teasing-aggressive “I wanna bury you in the ground / I wanna bury you with my sound” (which he actually says at some point I think XD) or the romantic and melancholic “Slow Dance with You” and Eijirou M-E-L-T-S.

Not an AT fan, but the concept is adorable so I’m keeping the ask anyway

Anon said:Do you think you might draw more of your fantasy AU children while you’re playing with you’re new pencil tool? It would be neat if you did! Regardless, I’m grateful for anything you draw!

Yup! Can’t promise when it’ll happen but I love the fantasy AU and I love childhood friends AU, so the chances of me going back on it are pretty high!

Anon said:Are you going to draw Mako and Taiyou again? They are so wonderful.

YAH that’s definitely in the near future plans! Thank you for liking them!!

Anon said:I just…I love all your art. It’s so amazing you’re awesome

THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!! ;^;

Anon said:Stavo scorrendo il tuo blog e ho notato che hai risposto ad una domanda in italiano? Ho seriamente pensato fossi inglese tutto questo tempo! Amo seriamente i tuoi disegni, i tuoi oc sono meravigliosi e non vedo l'ora di scoprire più di loro.

AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH grazie infinite omfg ;^; specialmente per i miei oc, è sempre incredibile per me sapere che alla gente piacciono abbastanza da volerli vedere di più ;^;

Anon said:Hewwo! I’m a huge fan of your artwork!! I was wondering if you have any time could you draw some more of those dorm room scenarios?

Anon I’m sorry but I need you to be more specific, which dorm room scenarios are you talking about? Most of my comics at this point are set in the dorms hahaha

Anon said:I just noticed that on every artwork you sign “do not repost” and I hate it.I don’t hate that you do it, but the fact you NEED to do it. Artists all over the Internet say to not repost their art but people still do it…I hope this will stop someday Sorry for my english btw

Yeah well, I guess as long as people keep on following and giving notes to reposters that’s not really gonna change is it orz

Anon said:You should draw Present Mic x Aizawa *awkward finger guns*

Hell I really should, shouldn’t I

Anon said:my god im gay for your kiribaku like they’re so good aibdjsbsknwnx and i love the interactions between the bakusquad ahh keep being awesome :)

HECK THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!

Anon said:Honestly, this might be an odd question I don’t know, but would you ever consider putting your art together in a art book to sell? Cause to be honest, there’s not a piece by you that I don’t adore and I’ve seen some artist do things like that before so I didn’t know if that was something you’d consider. Maybe like all your BNHA pieces or something?

It’s not like I never considered it? It’s more like I dunno how worth all the work to figure out how to make it/where to print it and then to actually make it would be compared to the interest people would have in buying something they can have for free on my blog? It’s just doodles after all haha

Anon said:Would you be willing to draw a little lavi (dgm) doodle for me? Anything tiny, I just love him and your art!!!

I’m not doing requests right now, sorry, but soon enough the new chapter is coming out so I might draw him around then!!! I always fall in a serious dgm mood around the time of the chapter release haha

Anon said:More abuse of the ask function: 1- I love your art and have been for months. On top of that, it often feels cathartic, which is amazing to me. 2- I love how balanced you can make KiriBaku. You even manage to make me appreciate that overrated attention hogger that is Bakugou, you can handle him so much better than the author, because your character dynamics make so much more sense!! 3- I always, ALWAYS find myself reading through all your tags. They’re awesome. Thank you for everything.//Avevo finito lo spazio nell'ask precedente, so I’d only like to add that aside from cutie-smoochy (“It’s not about whether you break” and “I don’t need you” might be my favorite, and for what’s worth, I remember writing something exactly like the latter in the past), you also make mu burst into laughter. Like, the comic where Katsuki is about to out Eijirou on his red hair, I am still rolling. Kiri’s giant mouth is seriously hysterical XD

Thank you for the compliments!! I’m glad I can make you like a character and a relationship you’re not much of a fan of in the actual manga? ? ? Bakugou’s actually one of my favorite characters ever though so………. maybe……….don’t offend him and the way Horikoshi writes him while talking to me………….orz

Anon said:I am starved for Bakukamikiri stuff in this fandom……..But you got some good shit.

I’m!!! happy to be able to help there!!!! haha

Anon said:They mama Mitsuki art you drew 👏💯💖☺️💕👌 I love your art so much

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Yessssss you have Twitter! It is boring at the beginning but then you’ll love it! I can’t wait to see you here and there! Now all my Bakushima favorite artist have one I can die of happiness!!

I’m!!!!!!!!!! Still trying to figure it out but!!!!!!!! For now it’s not that bad? Just!!! Very different from tumblr so I’ll need to get used to it first!!!!

Anon said:Omg do u shade jirous hair like its a heartbeat line? Dhdisbdisb thats so fuckibg good

THANK she actually has it in canon too, tho, so I can’t take credit for this!!!

Anon said:Im crying on how you draw kirishima’s soft hair

S O B I’m glad you like it!! ;^;

Anon said:Can I ask what your stance is on bakugo’s mom being abusive and sorry if you’ve answered this before

I love Mitsuki with my whole heart and while I don’t think she’s perfect I do think she’s loving and caring and trying her best and always looking out for what’s best for Bakugou 👍 no abuse anywhere, for me

Anon said:OMG I LOVE SEROMINA LOVE CHILD NORI

Thank you for liking her???? heck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I wish I could use your art for my phone’s background ;^; You’re amazing! I love youuuuuuuuuu

No one’s stopping you from doing that, anon!!! Unless you don’t have a phone that allows you backgrounds, in which case ;-; thank you for liking my stuff that much tho!!

Anon said:Hey! I followed you way back when your main output was haikyuu!! comics and once you started putting out more bnha, i had to unf because i had no idea who everyone was rip. but now that ive finally had the chance to watch it i’m glad to come back and see how much you’ve improved!

HECK THANK YOU???? I’m glad you decided to come back????? oh man that’s super flattering !!!

Anon said:Yolo bakusquad bakubowl ?

I don’t really like the whole concept of [character]bowl, sorry!

Anon said:I absolutely adore your art style😍 every time I see your art it makes me happy:)

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I can draw that! I’m just waiting to know how tall Hawks is compared to him before doing that 👍 be patient pls relative heights are something I’m stupidly fussy about

Anon said:Burn the whole world to ashes for you? R U serius?! You always killing me dude. I ascended to the heaven of soft things. I N C R E D I B L E. Im sorry for the break down, i was without tumblr 2 months and the firts thing i do is go to your profile. Keep doing this plis im trully love it 😭💖

mAN I’m so glad you liked that one this much, drawing the boys being unreasonably soft with each other is my fav thing to do tbh !!!

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Anon said:Your seromina is amazing!!! I love that ship I feel like it is so underrated! Thank you for this blessed image!! 😭

No prob!! thank you for liking it!!!!!!! I’ve been in such a seromina mood lately, I might actually draw more soon enough!!

Anon said:Omg imagine a Tetsuwase love child. Something tells me they’d be adorable and one rather angry child, considering who their fathers are

I can see them as being quiet and grumpy………. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Anon said:Hey just wanted to tell you I love your art. It’s so soft and beautiful. My dad doesn’t ship any characters from the series, but he does like the series and he thinks your art and style are really pleasing. We were talking about how nicely you shade and that the style is well developed and lovely to look at. Thanks for making such great art that makes me smile and giving me and my dad yet another thing to bond over.

YO THAT’S SUCH A COOL THING TO HEAR!!!! Thank you to both you and your dad for liking my stuff????? h e c k !!!!!

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The Maid and the Bodyguard - Chapter five

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Summary: Inuyasha is princess Kikyo’s bodyguard, but one day, he fails to his duty and the princess is abducted. Kagome is a maidservant who works in the castle, and who has had an interest in Inuyasha for a long time. They are sent together to retrieve the Princess. On their way there, things may become a lot more complicated than they had anticipated. AU, Inukag.

Inuyasha paused to sniff the air more as they approached the inn, and rose a hand to signal Kagome to stop. She managed to do so with some difficulties.

”Is everything okay?” she asked worriedly.

”Should be fine,” Inuyasha answered. ”Let’s approach them calmly, princess,” he added with a joyless grin. ”Wouldn’t want them to lose their shit and try to kill us, hm?”

Definitely not.

”They shouldn’t ask you any question, since they’ll probably think they know who you are, but if they do, keep your answers short, okay? Don’t go blabbing like you always do.”

Blabbing? She didn’t blab. And, wait, did that mean that he actually listened to her when she tried to speak to him?

”It’s a good thing it’s not nightfall yet,” Inuyasha commented. ”Wouldn’t have stood a chance then.”

She wasn’t sure she enjoyed his dark sense of humor, but what frightened her the most was probably what everything he said actually meant — about him, about what he had gone through, about the way people viewed him. The more she was around him, the more she understood how unusual her mother’s opinions on demons had been, and she couldn’t help but wonder why. Where did it all come from?

There was nothing she could do to answer this question for now, so she left it unresolved, and gently prompted her horse to start walking by gently patting his neck. She was starting to understand that she didn’t need to be as rough as she had been so far, because the stallion had obviously been very well trained.

”Anything else?” she asked Inuyasha as he settled his pace to walk next to her.

”Don’t get me killed.”

Great. If it was starting this way, it most definitely couldn’t go wrong.

As they approached the inn, slowly, like Inuyasha had recommended, Kagome saw a young child who was playing in front of the house look at them and rush in. He soon came out again, followed by a man wearing a dark kimono. Probably the innkeeper and his son. Inuyasha watched them wearily, ready to run for his life if needed. If there were some royal soldiers inside or just some monk, priestess or demon slayer, they could decide to just open fire without warning.

But then, the man hit the young boy on the head, and Inuyasha was pretty sure that meant he had identified them, or thought he had. By the time he and Kagome arrived in front of them, he was wearing his most obsequious smile. He bowed deeply when Kagome jumped to the ground as gracefully as possible, we meant he, luckily, didn’t see her stumble in a not-at-all graceful way, nor Inuyasha grabbing her by the elbow and steadying her with a familiarity that was absolutely not appropriate.

His son looked at them suspiciously, but soon his father was pulling him down too, mumbling something about how he had been raised.

”It is an honor to have you here,” he said. ”I have given orders so we can prepare our best room—”

”Don’t say any name,” Inuyasha growled. ”No attention’s wanted here.” At least, he held back his remark about how the best room of this hovel couldn’t be much good.

The man shot him a dirty glance, but didn’t say anything. It was no secret that, for some reason, the Princess seemed to care about her… half-demon pet. It was also pretty common that noble women didn’t take care of things themselves, which meant that their servants would do it themselves.

”Everything for you, my Lady,” the man said, his hateful expression disappearing in a second. ”Dinner is getting prepared, and…”

”Serve it in her room,” Inuyasha ordered once more. The less she was noticed, the better.

”Of course, of course,” the man said, again bowing deeply. ”As for your, erm, companion, such customers generally sleep in the barn.”

Inuyasha had expected that. It was usual for inns, for the rare cases when there were demons around, following their humans masters, but that almost never happened. Demons would rather die than submit. Plus, it was probably the dude’s way to getting back at him for him basically insulting him. Just talking to him was probably considered demeaning.

Keh. Humans. He was about to answer when Kagome’s voice rung out.

”I’m sorry, what?”

The ‘I’m sorry’ part was probably not such a good idea, since, as a Princess, she had no reasons to ever excuse herself, and even less in such a situation, but for the rest, her cold tone was actually a pretty good imitation of Kikyo. Inuyasha didn’t consider any of that when he turned to look at her in disbelief. She was glaring at the innkeeper who was just blinking at her dumbly.

”Why couldn’t he have a room like everybody else?” she asked, anger starting to rise in her voice and tainting her cheeks as well.

The innkeeper and Inuyasha both gaped at her. What was she even talking about? Inuyasha had never been to an inn before, as Kikyo never wandered too far from the castle and always made sure they were back at nightfall, but he knew that causing a scandal was not the way to deal with that stuff. Had her role already gotten to her head? Just because she supposedly had power didn’t mean she could just do anything, dammit!

”W-well,” the man stuttered, ”the other customers would never accept being treated the same way as a half-breed and they would probably refuse to come to my inn again, if they knew!”

There was panic in his voice, but it only made Kagome’s fists ball up in anger. She wanted to scream in frustration.

”Maybe we could, like, put another bed in the princess’ room?” the man’s son offered, which earned him a new slap on the back of his head. ”Ow!” he protested. ”I mean he’s like a dog or something, right? What’s he gonna do?”

”How dare you insult her like that?” the innkeeper shouted. ”I’m so sorry, I…”

”Are you insinuating that I can’t defend myself?” Kagome retorted, crossing her arms, obviously not willing to let him off the hook so easily. The dog comment had particularly disgusted her, but the boy was just a kid. She couldn’t hold him responsible for his education.

The man didn’t know who to turn to now. On the one hand, he just couldn’t put the half-breed in the same room as the princess, and surely that was not what she had meant, it was way too shameful, but on the other hand, he decently could not give him a room either, and finally, the princess didn’t seem happy with the thought that he would be sleeping in the barn. His salvation came from where he expected it the least.

”I’ll sleep in the damn barn,” Inuyasha growled. He shot Kagome a furious look that surprised her, but bowed lightly. ”Do not worry about me,” he said with a deference she knew to be completely faked.

With that, he grabbed the horse’s reins and stormed off, leaving Kagome completely confused. What the hell was wrong with him? What had she done wrong this time?

”If you will follow me,” the innkeeper said, gesturing towards his establishment’s house. Kagome nodded, and went after him with a nervous smile.

She was soon settled. Inuyasha had come in for just a few seconds to drop one of the bags that was tied on the back of the horse, but the innkeeper’s son was still there, and he had resolutely ignored the glances she had thrown her way.

The room wasn’t big, but it looked like the blankets were clean. When left alone, Kagome vaguely thought that no matter what Inuyasha could say, the princess wouldn’t have been too pleased with the situation. With a sigh, she undid her hair, letting them fall freely on her shoulders. She knew that her hairstyle wasn’t necessarily one of a noble woman, but she had tried to make it more sophisticated than it was back when she worked in the castle.

She looked at the bag, hesitating to go through it. Did Inuyasha expect her to change? She guessed there was some sort of nightwear in there, but she would have to wait until—

There was a soft knock on the door, and the innkeeper’s son walked in, carrying a tray with a bowl of rice, what she guessed was tea, and fish as well. Just smelling it made her salivate, but also appreciate that such a meal was probably a lot in such a small and poor inn. She would have to make sure to pay them accordingly. She gave a nod to the kid, which only earned her a confused look.

”Oh, and, could you make sure to bring food to my, erm, travel companion too?” she asked.

”Sure,” the boy mumbled, although he didn’t really manage to hide that he thought that such a request was completely ridiculous. As far as he was concerned, demons could hunt for themselves. That woman’d rather pay them real well.

Kagome ate silently once he had closed the door behind him, and put the tray back outside of the room once she was finished. She then carefully removed her kimono. The feeling of silk against her skin was very different from cotton, and she had to admit part of her appreciated what it meant and the beauty of it. The other part was terrified of damaging it or ripping it and would have given anything to get back her usual cotton clothes. At least, it wasn’t a too expensive one. It sent the message that she wasn’t just anyone, but she could still travel with it.

She put on a night gown that she guessed belonged to the princess, and felt slightly uncomfortable when she saw how well it fitted her. Her and the princess were really alike, weren’t they?

She slipped under the covers, wondering how many people exactly had noticed the similarities. She sighed with satisfaction in the bed, blowed the candles that still provided light in the small bedroom and closed her eyes, only to open them again when she heard some noise. She sat up and looked around her, worried.

That was when she met golden eyes, opened her mouth to scream and—

And her scream was silenced as a hand clasped against her mouth while and angry yet familiar voice whispered ”Shut up, you idiot, it’s me!”

”I-Inuyasha? What…”

”Lower, woman! Can’t have them thinkin’ I’m in your room!”

Kagome obeyed and shut her mouth, listening in the silent of the night to see if anyone would come in. After a few seconds, she looked back to Inuyasha, only to find his golden eyes glaring at her, furious.

Oh, great. Fantastic. What had she done this time?

”The hell did you think you were doing back then?” he hissed through gritted teeth.

”Back when?” she answered on the same tone.

”Ask for a room for me? Who in their right mind would do that? Thought you could force them to do whatever you wanted just because you’re the princess? Wanted to test your power, maybe?”

With every suggestion, pronounced with hatred and with Inuyasha gradually leaning towards her, Kagome’s eyes widened and she got paler and paler. It was the first time that it hit her that this was what he thought of her, and the idea almost made her sick. It wasn’t so much what he was saying that got to her, because she knew none of that was right. She was way too spontaneous to do or even consider doing something like that. She did what felt right at the moment, and, it was true, didn’t necessarily think of the consequences.

However, if Inuyasha said that, it had to mean that this was what he thought of her. This was how he pictured her. Like someone who would try to test her power at his expense, using him as a simple pawn. And that was what hurt her.

”Of course not,” she practically growled. ”Now get out of my room!”

Inuyasha seemed taken aback by her reaction, but he was most definitely not going to be scared by that little girl.

”Yeah? Then what did you think you were doing?”

He shouldn’t be pushing the issue like that, he knew it. He shouldn’t ask for a truth he didn’t want to hear, but he thought it was better to rip off that band-aid now.

”What I was doing was trying to get you a room, you moron!” Kagome snapped. Inuyasha didn’t have the time to retort anything before she continued, now furious. ”Also, my name is not bitch, wench, nor woman! It’s Ka-go-me! Now could you get out?”

Anger was always a better thing than pain, and she would not let him see that she was hurt by the way he thought of her. She was not going to give him that pleasure. He already thought she was dumb and useless, and that was more than enough.

”Feh! And who’s gonna make sure you don’t get robbed during the night, huh? Bet you didn’t even think to hide the money.”

Kagome’s anger partly melted when she realized that he was very much right, but that didn’t mean she was going to let him off just like that.

”I haven’t,” she mumbled, annoyed at herself for giving him an opening.

She waited for the nagging remark that she expected to follow, but Inuyasha didn’t say anything. Instead, he stood up and walked towards the window, through which he had probably gotten in. She expected him to just jump out, but instead he let himself drop back onto the ground. Under the moon’s light, she saw him leaning against the wall and crossing his arms.

”Just sleep,” he ordered. ”I’ll make sure nothing happens.”

She had not expected that. She was in too much of a bad mood now to just do as he said, so she rolled her eyes, sighed loudly, before getting back under her covers. She eyed him for a second, wondering if he needed any, but decided that she was not going to worry about him anymore. He could take care of himself and he obviously didn’t like it when she tried to do the same. She turned her back on him and closed her eyes, resolutely decided to find sleep and get away from that asshole.

She was unaware of Inuyasha’s stare on her. Many thoughts were going through his mind, and he was unable to find peace. He had no idea whether or not she was saying the truth, if she was actually just trying to have a room for him. If she had, though wouldn’t she have retorted something on the dog comment? She had obviously not cared for that.

At the same time, he was convinced that no woman in the castle where they came from would be fine with him spending the night in the same room as them. Except, of course, for Kikyo. Not that it had ever happened, because he would never have imposed himself like that on her, but he was sure she wouldn’t have said anything. And Kagome hadn’t even said anything about it. Was it the comment on the money that was making her react like that?

Although… Now that he thought about it…

”Hey,” he called, ”are you the one who asked the kid to bring me my food?”

Silence.

”Yes,” she finally answered, obviously annoyed. ”What, think I was also doing that to ‘test my power’ on them?”

She waited for a response for a while, but it never came. As discreetly as she could, she turned to look behind her shoulder at Inuyasha. In the obscurity, he was hard to make out, and he looked more like a demon than she had ever seen him with the moon catching in his white hair and one of his fang visible at the corner of his mouth. Meeting his eyes made her breath catch in her throat, and she swiftly turned back, trying to calm down the beating of her heart.

Dammit, Kagome. He has been nothing but an asshole to you. Get a grip, girl!

She shut her eyes tight, calling for sleep to take her. According to what Inuyasha had told her earlier, they would probably have to leave really early on the next day, so she needed every moment of sleep she could get.

It took a long time before she finally drifted into a dreamless sleep.

She was woken up by a soft knock on her door, and she immediately jerked up. She checked the room quickly to find out Inuyasha was gone.

”Come on in,” she called with the most princess-like voice she could muster.

A young woman came in, who she guessed was probably the innkeeper’s daughter. She bowed deeply, before asking, a bit clumsily ”May I help you get dressed, pr- Hm, my Lady?”

”I would really appreciate that,” Kagome answered with a soft smile. The girl was obviously terrified of messing it up, a feeling with which she was very familiar, and she wanted to make it as easy on her as possible.

Being dressed by someone other than herself was something she could have passed on though, and something she hoped she wouldn’t have to do again for the rest of the journey. She ate in her room once more, enjoying a more conventional breakfast than she had had the day before, then went out to meet with Inuyasha. On her way, she discovered that the innkeeper’s family was there to bid her goodbye, which made her really uncomfortable. Despite that, she paid them generously, even though part of her was still annoyed that Inuyasha hadn’t gotten a room.

By the time she got out after thanking them with their hospitality, Inuyasha was literally stamping his feet in front of the door. He could have woken her up if this was too late for him, she thought, deciding not to apologize.

”Finally,” he growled, his voice low so he wouldn’t be heard inside the inn. ”Didn’t I tell you we needed to leave early today? Don’t want to spend too much time on that lord’s lands.”

”It is early,” she hissed back.

He rolled his eyes and watched her climb on the horse, without trying to help her this morning. She wasn’t getting much better at that. Her muscles still hurt, and she wondered if it would ever stop, but she didn’t comment on it.

”Shall we?” she asked.

He nodded.

”We already wasted way too much time. Let’s move.”

Kagome sighed and prompted her house to start moving. Would all of their departures be like this, with him being annoyed at her and leaving her behind? Because she was already getting real tired of it.

”So, what are the rumors you mentioned on this lord?” she questioned.

He eyed her as she stabilized herself next to him and shook his head like this should have been obvious, and really, how dumb was she.

”They say he kidnaps pretty women. In other words, you’re not at risk, but you never know, some half-blind guy may want to try something.”

He heard Kagome’s offended gasp, and next thing he knew, she had pushed her horse a little faster, and this time, he was the one behind. He grinned. Maybe he was having at least a little fun with that girl.

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