#I am totally normal about this man. as you can all clearly see
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* NAOTORA, META ┆ NONCOMFORMITY.
Ever since he was a child, Naotora has always been considered the odd one out, and to this day (now a 27 year old) he continues to be seen that way by society at large, although they have started to slightly warm up to him due to his title and accomplishments.
To begin with, he was born as the son of one of the most powerful bands in Hi no Moto's history (and was technically in line to become heir as the third son if something were to happen to both of his older brothers, which was likely and even happened) yet Naotora has never lived up to the expectations of the feudal era he lived in.
While every son's desire was to lead the family (regardless of whether they were nobles, farmers etc), Naotora has never wanted to become the Takeda head. He was perfectly content with supporting his older brothers from the sides and clearly wished for that to be the case, putting all of his hopes into his brothers' strength and boasting about them to the other four generals instead of ever putting himself or his own abilities into the spotlight.
While the bushi society expected every son of nobility (much less royalty like the Takeda) to be able to fight and to enjoy fighting since as early of an age as possible, Naotora never wanted to learn how to fight, disliked doing it when prompted/forced to and was scared of anything even remotely threatening (i.e: he was terrified enough to run from the horse Soma, the ideal son in society's eyes, was riding). Naotora has been, for the entirety of his childhood, the polar opposite of what everyone has wanted him to be: a "wimpy", gentle and idealistic crybaby, instead of a capable, fearless warrior.
Moreso, while Soma and Tatsuomi (who were only 2 years older than him) spent their free time sparring and honing their battle skills, Naotora spent his free time keeping Tsubasa company and playing with dolls alongside her so that she wouldn't feel lonely. In the feudal era, despite noblewomen being valued as potential wives for a household's son, they were typically never perceived as their own person and their personal desires weren't often taken into consideration. We can even see this with 14 year old Soma asking Tsubasa to marry him so that he can protect her, while Naotora never once asked anything of her and merely kept her company out of the kindness of his heart, which is what prompted her to vocalize her wish to marry Naotora when they grew older instead of accepting Soma's proposal.
As though it couldn't get any worse for him, while society was trying to shape boys into powerful men who would never show their emotions or any sort of vulnerabilities whatsoever, Naotora was such a soft boy that he would start crying in front of others (a shame for any noble son) after being insulted by Soma once - not to mention hiding behind Tatsuomi for protection (another shame) instead of taking the logical route in society's eyes, that of challenging Soma in some way to regain his lost honor.
However, despite everything Naotora stood for as a child, the war that took his older brothers' lives forced him into the same mold as the other boys his age, except at a much faster speed than any other. In a matter of days, he underwent an identity shift & there was no longer a weak, third son who could afford to lay back and be protected. Instead, the tender boy was replaced by the sole survivor of the Takeda bloodline, a boy meant to be able to lead hundreds of thousands of people overnight and do it successfully.
Flashforward to the present day 15 years later, and the Takeda Bushi owns the biggest share of land between all of the five major bands, therefore the biggest chunk of Hi no Moto. Except, instead of the territory expansion deriving from the way society has shaped him, it came about as a result of Naotora's untouched idealism and kindness.
While the circumstances he was forced into have gotten rid of some of his childhood traits (i.e: he hasn't cried in nearly a decade, although he has in a very recent chapter whereas Tatsuomi, who had suffered the same fate, hadn't cried), nothing has managed to completely reshape Naotora into something that'd fit society's standards. He didn't steal the territories he gained nor did he battle for personal gain or honor, he merely wished to liberate every town that struggled under the oni's oppression because its people didn't deserve to suffer and because, to him, saving humankind was above all else.
And even then, while his intent could be praised even by the more rigid of the bunch, Naotora once again went against what was thought to be the correct course of action and chose to go the extra mile to save the one, measly life of a rowdy miner orphan instead of prioritizing the elimination of the kishin. Not to mention, he did so by intervening personally instead of sending a "lesser" soldier to risk their life for the child's safety.
That decision, in turn, was what saved every bushi present at Awaji Island from dying out later in the series, as that miner boy turned out to be the very savior the bushi bands sought for decades (and it wasn't just this one decision either, Naotora's intervention when Tatsuomi ordered for Musashi to get killed was what helped Musashi survive that circumstance, too - he saved Musashi twice when he didn't even know there was anything to gain from doing so, whereas everyone else only joined to protect Musashi when they found out he was the Obsidian Goddess' vessel and could serve their goals).
Naotora's idealistic view of the world can be noticed time and time again in the way he phrases things (opting to describe the generals' childhood meetings as them being close & joining hands for a mutual goal rather than being forced to spend time together in a hostage system), and we actually get confirmation that society believes him to be too idealistic and immature when even Tatsuomi, his closest friend, comments on that while being unable to see the same vision as Naotora.
His idealism also shines in the way he sees everyone as equal, which can be exemplified through how he portrays blue souls. To society as a whole, blue souls are common, expendable and weak, only meant to serve the red and white souls. Everyone expects them to be so, and expects them to act like it. Thinking of growing out of that mold has always been out of the question, until Naotora did it, obliterating yet another carefully built tradition.
He learned how to use his blue soul to do what no other human thought possible, and wielded the powers of nature (even creating a weapon that would have killed a white soul in one hit if Shiro hadn't sacrificed his sword to save his life). Instead of withholding this power for himself and acting as superior, Naotora then humbly proceeded to use it as a way to motivate fellow blue souls to not give up just because the hands they were dealt by fate weren't what society had considered special.
In addition to this, Naotora is the only grand general we know of thus far who is aware that people are talking badly about him behind his back yet tolerates the insults towards his person or pretends not to notice them instead of cutting off the offender's tongue or sending them to their death (as was customary when someone even dared think ill of royalty like him):
He is also the only grand general who actively seeks (& creates) personal bonds with everyone, including soldiers from other bands (i.e: him personally visiting the Uesugi troops to ask them to lend him their support in battle instead of asking Tatsuomi to dispatch them against their will as was the procedure, which even got Naoe on his back because of how blatantly against the customs Naotora's actions were).
His vassals are incredibly chummy with him too, calling him "Nao-chan" and "leader" and scolding him, instead of addressing him as "Lord Takeda" and being formal as is the case for every other grand general. Naotora doesn't consider himself as superior the way society would expect someone of his status to, he sees himself as an equal to everyone else, no matter who they may be (it's why he allows Musashi, some random kid from the bums, to address him as "my rival").
Cut forward to Naotora's relationship with Naoe and its development into a marriage, and Naotora once again chooses to defy tradition, except this time around to an even more severe degree in society's eyes.
Feudal Japan (Hi no Moto) functions on the belief that the individual doesn't exist and that every person must subordinate themselves to the household they were born in and always follow what is best for the family, first and foremost. In Naotora's case, as the last remaining member of the Takeda bloodline, that would mean he ought to marry a woman to guarantee a heir, or at the very least keep concubines in order to continue the bloodline. He doesn't do either. Instead, he proposes to Naoe, a man, and devises a scheme that'll allow him to continue the Takeda legacy in name by adopting an orphan similar to him and lying to the disgruntled masses about how the said child is his biological son.
Naotora does put plenty of importance on family, but nevertheless he prioritizes his own interests (the wish to live a happy life, to create a future that doesn't have to hang on expectations) a smidgen over the household's, something atrocious and daresay blasphemous for the era he lives in. Yet he goes even further. Marriages in this period are exclusively held between two people of the same social status, and so Naotora could have at least chosen to marry a fellow royal, such as Tatsuomi, Tsubasa, Shishikado or Soma, to save a bit of face after having dragged his own name through mud. He doesn't, and opts to go ahead with his plans of marrying Naoe, despite the other being a noble of a lower status than him.
And as if that wasn't enough, Naotora delivers one last hit to everything their society stands for. In spite of the bushi mainly marrying within their own band to ensure a honorable match between families of the same background and status (even though they eventually had to marry their own distant relatives, hence the similar hair color everyone has in each band: Takeda-Blue hair, Uesugi-Purple hair etc), Naotora chose to ignore that practice as well, and married Naoe, someone who isn't even from a subordinate band to the Takeda, but rather from an entirely different band than his own.
#muse: takeda naotora.#* takeda naotora. / development.#long post /#I am totally normal about this man. as you can all clearly see#Naotora is one of those people born too early. His ideas would've been right at home in an era like ours#but he was born in the feudal era instead; in a country that praises traditions above all else no less
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Wild. (Rudy x Reader.)
!CW! NSFW, Smut, MINORS DNI! unprotected p in v sex, (sorry if I missed any.)
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When people think of Rudy they think of him as a kind, gentle, loving man. And they’re not wrong, not at all. He’s gentle, he’s a good problem solver. He’s good at soothing people when they’re upset in any way. He’s good at de-escalating situations, and he’s a phenomenal getaway driver.
Everyone knows Rudy is a family man, but he doesn’t talk much about his wife. Alejandro has only met her a couple of times and knows that she’s quiet and reserved.
But everything was about to change, because you were coming to work on base as a bookkeeper for Alejandro.
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When people met you, they were surprised. You were stunning which made sense because of course, Rudy was good looking. But than, talk started around the base.
Alejandro had overheard very gross conversations between a few of his men, making them do push ups and handing out suspensions like candy on Halloween. He didn’t expect Rudy’s wife of all people to be such a big topic. You got plenty of glances from the men on base and it made you uncomfortable and Alejandro was furious obviously. They looked like a pack of hungry wolves and it was absolutely ridiculous behavior.
After about a month or so, everything finally calmed down. Everything slowly started going back to normal, but you were still getting cat called. They would say gross things to you, stare you down. They were ridiculous.
You were sitting in the mess hall, figuring out a spreadsheet and drinking coffee. Rudy and Alejandro were getting coffee, and you were getting frustrated with the conversations you were overhearing from the table near you. “Yeah, I’d hit that. There’s no way Rudolfo is satisfying that.”
That was your last straw. You let out a very exaggerated sigh, standing up and pushing your chair in. Which gathers a few glances from those around you. You stand there with the spreadsheets in your hand. Leaning up against the table with your arms crossed. “You know I’m sitting 5 feet away from you, I can hear absolutely everything you’re saying.” You say. This catches the attention of everyone, including Rudy and Alejandro who are waiting for coffee. “Yeah? So what. Nothing I said was untrue.” He shrugs. He smiles.
You send him a very fake smile.
“Listen.. Sergeant Ramirez right? There’s a reason that none of the women on this base interact with you. Because you’re a total creep who keeps talking about having sex with a married woman.” You laugh. “I don’t know why my sex life is sooooo interesting to you, but since you must know, it’s great. Rudy is satisfying me just fine, I’m a VERY happy wife. But thanks for your.. weirdly obsessive concern.” You step closer, your face only a few inches from his. “If I hear you say “I’d hit that.” One more fucking time, I’m going to hit you right in the jaw with my fist. Am I clear?” You narrow your eyes at him. He’s clearly embarrassed, nodding his head. “Great!” You say. Walking away from your table, down the hall. “Jesus Christ.” Alejandro laughs. “Didn’t realize she had such a fire in her.” Rudy laughs, bringing his coffee up to his lips. “Oh, no tienes idea del tipo de actitud que domino en el dormitorio.” He takes a drink of his coffee, trying not to smile when Alejandro nearly chokes on his. “Jesus Rudy!” He laughs.
“I’m gonna go check on her.” Rudy laughs. He’s not wearing his normal gear yet, still just wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt. Wearing that signature comfortable grey jacket he has. He opens the door to your room, seeing you looking over something. “Hey. You alright, amor?” He breathes. You nod your head. Turning to look at him. “Don’t let them get to you.. they’re just.. immature.”
“They don’t get to me, I just hate that they think you’re so soft.” You narrow your eyes, an evil grin playing at your lips. “The Rudy I know is far more devilish than they know.” You roll your eyes. “Yeah? That’s cause I have to do something to combat that fucking attitude of yours.” He crosses his arms. You roll your eyes. “Fuck you Rudy.” You laugh. “Sí, te gustaría eso, ¿no?” He smirks. “Quizás lo haría.” You reply. He snorts, locking the door behind himself. He pushes his jacket off, discarding it on the floor as he makes his way toward you. He cups your face, kissing you hard. Helping you pull your clothes off, only stopping to tug your shirt off. He reaches for his belt but you stop his hand. “Keep it on.” You breath.
He rolls his eyes.
He grasps your wrist, tugging you until your back is to him. His lips ghosting by your ear. “I forgot..” he chuckles. The fabric of his shirt burns your bare skin. “You like the way it rattles when I fuck you.” He whispers. “I hope you think about the way I fuck you anytime you hear something rattling.” He growls, pushing you down onto the bed. You whine as he pulls your hands behind your back, lining his cock up with your aching hole. When he sinks into you, you’re gasping out. Trying to take in a breath. Turning to look at him. He pushes your hips into the mattress, rutting his hips into you. “Fuck Rudy-“ you gasp. He’s breathing hard as he fucks into you, gritting his teeth. No matter how many times he was inside of you, he’d never get used to it.
He tries to keep you quiet as he rocks his hips into yours but he doesn’t really care who hears at this point anymore. You push your hips back into him, and he smiles as he moves away. “I wanna ride you.” You breathe. He smiles. He sees your chair, sitting down in it and you move quickly sit in his lap, lining him up with your entrance again, moaning as you sink down onto him. He rests his hands on your hips, looking up at you as you start to rock your hips into him. “Fuck..” he sighs. “You’re so fucking good at this.” He breathes. “Siéntete tan jodidamente bien mi amor.” He breathes, looking up at you through his eyelashes. His eyes are dark and loving as he looks up at you. “God, no wonder they think you’re so sweet, stop looking at me like that.” You breath, pushing down on his chest and rocking into him, raising up off of him more, taking more of him down. “Ah-“ he moans, a smile still on his face. “I’m not doing anything.” He mutters. “Yeah you are, you keep looking at me like you love me or something.” You giggle, a gasp leaving your lips as he thrusts up into you. “Maybe that’s just because I love you. Love that attitude, love your personality.” He breathes. “Love this perfect body you have, love the way you make me feel. And god do I love watching you put people in their fucking place.” He gasps. Thrusting up into you faster. You clutch onto the chair for dear life. “Me vuelves loca de mierda.” He gasps, tilting his head back.
You cup his cheeks, kissing him as he holds your hips, thrusting up into you. He can feel you getting tighter around him, and he’s fucked you enough to know that you’re close, so he stands up with you, lays you back on your bed, and hammers his hips into yours until your crying out his name. “Yeah, that’s it. Cum for me.” He breathes. “Muéstrame lo buena chica que eres.” He growls. You reach your peak with a gasp, eyes screwing shut and he pins your hips to the bed so that you can’t squirm away from him as he rides out your high. He grits his teeth, letting out a cry when he reaches his own orgasm. Not pulling out of you even when he knows he should.
He takes a deep breath. Pulling away from you with a sigh, moving himself to lay next to you.
When you make eye contact, he’s got that same look in his eye that makes you laugh. “What?” He rolls his eyes. “Nothing, I love you.” You breathe. “I love you too. Now Cmere.” He breathes, pulling you into him.
A knock at the door has you both going stiff.
“I think you’ve made your point, hermano.”
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So uh. Lesson 38. Man I swear it was just yesterday I was writing the post about Lesson 37?! Augh.
Okay, spoilers below, and be prepared 'cause it was another CRAZY CRAZY LESSON. No I didn't take another 100 screenshots why would you think that? Also I apologize, this is another rather unhinged post.
OKAY NEW THEORY.
"Father" is Nightbringer! Right?!? Tell me I'm not alone in thinking this might be the case!!
Okay, so maybe not, but we had so much Father talk this lesson!! Way more than any other, I'd say!
And I hated it?!?
Okay lemme backtrack a bit.
So, we got Lucifer in ice and chains and he's yelling at his Father saying what do you want, you never tell me anything, give me a sign!
And then he breaks out of his chains, but he's completely out of control! And then DIAVOLO shows up.
SIR. There is just something about Diavolo in full demon form, getting all angry and ready to fight... But I don't think I've ever seen Diavolo with an ominous aura like that?? I can't remember for sure, but I swear it doesn't happen too often. Anyway, he straight up fights with Lucifer to try to calm him down.
The girls are fighting! I didn't crop this bottom image as much as I usually do because I need you all to see how BIG these two are in their full demon forms like this. All those wings...
Note that the angels and MC are watching all of this from the sidelines... and then Simeon blesses MC and I am in love with him and his beautiful face.
YOU are the only one making me swoon at the moment though.
Anyway, then all the bros show up and save the day! I was like yeah, that checks out. Lucifer & Diavolo are going at it and MC tries to get in the way, but it's not enough until all the others show up, too. As soon as Lucifer sees his brothers are all right, he calms down.
Asmo suggests a hug and Lucifer AGREES. They have a group hug where Lucifer is clearly pulling everyone into it himself. He apologizes to MC (!!) and THEN as if all this wasn't enough, MC's ring starts to glow and Lucifer turns into his angel form!!
Once again uncropped so you can see this ridiculous mf and all his wings.
Diavolo is smitten.
And he kneels!!!!!!
He kneels to Lucifer in angel form!!!! And all the others do too!!!!!
I lost my goddamn mind at this part. And Lucifer's like I don't understand why is this happening? And Simeon is like, "he" heard you and this is your answer. He wants you to feel his love and his forgiveness and blah blah blah (I'm paraphrasing). But I need to tell you all this even though I don't normally go into this much detail and here is why.
FUCK THAT GUY.
This is "his" way of showing Lucifer that he loves him?!?!
Diavolo, get off your knees, you are not helping this situation!!!
Okay, okay, let me calm down.
Here is why this bothers me so much. And please note that this just my personal opinion and the way it all came off to me! I'm totally open to hearing other opinions on it.
I hate this because it makes no sense. This is the same Father that was going to kill Lilith, the same one who allowed the brothers and Lucifer, the one he supposedly loves so much, to fall in the first place.
I don't care if Michael is the one behind everything. If their Father guy can do this, then there's no way he couldn't also prevent all of this.
The only way I'm going to give him a chance at all is if they somehow make it so that he can't do much at all. He's trapped or something. Michael is truly the mastermind behind it all and Father is doing what he can from where he is (like imprisoned or something).
Because otherwise, this makes no sense.
AND WASN'T I RIGHT?? It turned out that the whole thing was orchestrated by the Celestial Realm AND the Devildom! The three worlds have an agreement - powerful beings can be imprisoned in Cocytus for their crimes if at least two representatives out of three agree. One from the Celestial Realm did. This was confirmed by Simeon, who went back briefly to ask Michael. However, Michael wouldn't tell him who did it.
NO. You can't be content with that! Michael obviously knows who it was!! So why would he protect them?? Or is he protecting himself?!?
And then someone from the Devildom did, too! But instead of just being like oh well, guess it's a mystery, Diavolo blames himself and says he's doing everything he can to find out who did it. My money is on the House of Lords.
So they were in cahoots, as I suspected!
Anyway, I just don't understand what all of this was supposed to accomplish for Lucifer's character. If they want to make us question the Celestial Realm, then yo I was already on that train! This whole situation certainly makes Michael look very suspicious. And Lucifer goes on and on later about how he must have forgotten about his father's love and blah blah. And I'm like what???
Also this whole part where Lucifer was dreaming or whatever and the brothers were angels:
Levi says "Our orders always come through Michael." That's the crux of this whole thing. We don't know enough about the state of "Father" to really know for sure.
Again, if it turns out that "Father" isn't terrible and somehow had no say in all the bad things that are happening and was truly trying to help Lucifer, then fine. I can accept that. But from where things are right now, it seems more like "Father" can't let Lucifer go and in this case, that's making things worse for Luci.
Do you really think giving Lucifer back his angel form long enough for everyone to be in awe and even make Diavolo kneel is somehow helping him? Because I disagree. Leave Lucifer alone already.
Though he then passes out and sleeps for quite a while.
And oh! Okay, here is my favorite part hee hee:
Obviously I squealed a lil when he showed up! They were all stuck in Cocytus and couldn't figure out how to get home. And someone was like "if only Barbatos could portal us home" and then this happened.
My knight in shining armor 😭
He's so practical. I'm in love with him.
Then we make a pact with Lucifer. AND THIS MOTHERFUCKER.
Flashbacks to the OG, anyone?? I guess he would still lie to himself like this, we are in the past after all. And I think he genuinely believes that MC is his at first. What a delusional simp he turns out to be, though, huh?
And then!!
Cocytus Hall is destroyed because of course it was named that due to being built on top of the entrance to Cocytus. What was the point of that exactly? Why wasn't it just Purgatory Hall from the start?? I don't know.
Hard Lesson:
Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephisto, and all the Little Ds are discussing the destruction of Cocytus Hall and that's when we find out they rebuild it into Purgatory Hall.
We also see Little D No 1 who makes an appearance for the first time. Barbatos says he wasn't able to maintain a physical form up until now. Diavolo speculates it's because their "Father" couldn't let Lucifer go before.
I do not understand this "Father" at all. I'm so confused about it and it's making me crazy (in case you couldn't tell).
Yeah, we got to make a pact with Lucifer. We got to kiss him. It's heavily implied we did some other stuff with him, too.
But this lesson was mostly about Father and his love and to me that all seemed to come out of freakin' nowhere. Especially since last I checked, it was Father who caused all of this bullshit to begin with???
I don't actually think "Father" is Nightbringer, but wouldn't that be interesting? Father of all demons is also the father of all angels? Why would they be different entities? Maybe they're two halves of the same whole? Maybe they're siblings?
I just don't know.
Yeah that's how I felt when Simeon and the angels were like okay see ya we're going back to the Celestial Realm! It's okay, Barb saved us. At least he seems to be chill about things.
And Solomon told the brothers he wasn't going to take MC back to the human world right away, so it's not the end yet. But can we go back now? I want to! I swear by now, I'd have confronted Barbatos because I think he knows what's going on and couldn't he just take me back to the present without all these other shenanigans? And make Solomon come back with me too, obviously. In fact, past!Barb can come too. You can never have too many Barbs!
Okay I'm devolving into nonsense. I just don't know how I feel about any of this. It's not making sense and I really hope that the next lesson clears some of this up for me.
#oof sorry once again this mostly unhinged ranting#I'm sure you're all used to that by now though#obey me#obey me nightbringer#obey me spoilers#obey me nightbringer spoilers#obey me lesson 38#obey me nightbringer lesson 38#obey me lucifer#obey me diavolo#obey me simeon#obey me barbatos#misc lesson recap#misc rambles
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ymls angst with Harry snapping at y/n would be so interesting to read! And you know bestie I love me some grumpy h!
hehehehehehe here's some angst for all the emo besties out there
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content warnings: none (but — spoiler ahead — not a happy ending)
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part of the ymls universe! | part two
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In hindsight, it had been a total lapse of judgement on Y/N's part.
The kiss wasn't bad. Anything but, actually. And that's why she was regretting it — memories of gentle touches, a hesitant squeeze to her hip, and lips smacking against one another wreaked havoc on her psyche. Every time she closed her eyes, she was back in Harry's arms, kissing him goodbye as if this was something they always did.
It wasn't, though. They hadn't touched each other in that way since the night she got pregnant.
She doesn't know what came over her. One second, she was walking him out after they fell asleep on her couch watching Friends. It was a Saturday night and he'd brought Chinese food for dinner after she mentioned having a craving for dumplings and lo mein.
The next minute, they were standing in her doorway, tired eyes staring at each other, soft promises leaving their lips: "Text me when you get home?" "I'll see you soon." "I'll let you know if I feel the baby kick. Doctor said it could happen soon."
And then, it happened. She's not sure who leaned in first, but she knows it felt so good, like a warm shower after getting caught in a rainstorm, or waking up to the scent of French toast and pancakes on a Sunday morning.
Neither of them said anything about it when it was done. An impromptu makeout in the arch of her doorway that had them both secretly kicking their feet like teenagers. All he did was brush his thumb over her cheek and give her a small smile before turning on his heel and walking away.
But now they're in the car, on their way home from shopping for some maternity clothes for her, and things feel... weird. Y/N doesn't know if she's the one to blame for the awkwardness, but it's thick, filling the interior of Harry's car up in a way that neither one of them can ignore.
"I'm sorry." she finally blurts out, her eyes glued to the road in front of them as her hand clutches the handle of the shopping bag.
With furrowed eyebrows, he glances over at her. "What?"
"I'm sorry," she repeats. "About... you know."
"About...?"
She huffs, dropping the bag back between her legs. "Kissing you. The other night."
"Oh." he says before rolling his lips into his mouth, pressing them into a thin line. "Why are you apologizing for that?"
"Because now things are weird between us."
Harry shrugs. "I don't think so."
Y/N rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. Normally, he might view this as a somewhat intimidating pose, but with her rounded tummy, her forearms are pressed against her bump. It makes him smile some, especially given her grumpy expression.
"You know, we've kissed before. Done more than that actually." he says when she doesn't reply.
"I know that, but we haven't done it since that night."
"That's true," Harry murmurs, tapping his fingers against the leather of the steeling wheel. "Is it really that big a deal, though? I mean... we clearly have chemistry, Y/N. There's something... between us. Don't you think?"
Y/N's eyes nearly bulge out of her head as she whips around to look at the man beside her. "That's news to me."
"What is?"
"That there's chemistry between us."
"Y/N," Harry scoffs. "You can't be serious."
"You are?"
"Of course I am!" he exclaims. Suddenly, he's pulling into some parking lot of a supermarket and she opens her mouth to question him, but he doesn't give her a chance when he throws the car in park. "You seriously think there's absolutely nothing between us? Not a single ounce of mutual attraction?"
Y/N shrugs her shoulders. "I haven't really thought about it."
He chortles humorlessly with a shake of his head. "That's bullshit and you know it."
She steams forward with the emotionless expression on her face, as if she's purposely trying to make Harry feel crazy.
"I think you may have taken that kiss for more than it was," she finally says, though the tears threatening to spill over her waterline prove different. With a protective hand stroking the top of her bump, she swallows the lump away. "Can you just take me home, please?"
He doesn't speak another word to her for the rest of the drive back to her place.
read part two here :D
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do you go with word of god about how tom would have been better off if merope lived and raised him or that it would have been even worse for him and merope would have become infatuated because of his resemblance to tom riddle sr? (Similar to how part of the fandom believes snape would be if harry resembled lily lmao) which of do you think its more interesting route?
thank you very much for the ask, anon!
i go for the first of the two options - that merope living would have been so much better for wee tom riddle jr. - not because it's what jkr says, but because i tend to loathe any interpretation of merope's character which undermines the fact that so much of her life could have been changed at numerous crucial moments by anyone connected to the wizarding state giving a fuck.
merope is a teenage girl who lives in abject poverty, has a treatable medical condition [exotropia - eyes which stare in different directions] for which she clearly hasn't received any medical care, is denied an education, is subjected to physical violence by her father right there on the canon page, and is implied in canon to be subjected to incestuous sexual violence by her father and/or brother. the state has numerous opportunities to remove her from this experience - when marvolo fails to respond to her hogwarts letter, when bob ogden visits the gaunts - and yet doesn't, and while i don't think that just being taken away from morfin and marvolo would have solved everything, it would have given her the safety to start healing...
i get why the idea of merope as this sinister, unhinged, devouring, unchangeable bundle of malevolence, who would destroy her own son by becoming infatuated with him, is compelling when the genre demands it to be - i've written her as a folk-horror villain myself, and she was perfect for the role - but in fics which aren't intentionally going for that sort of supernatural, dark fairytale, horror-story vibe... i don't think it hits.
merope's great tragedy - much like her son's - is that she is someone capable of and longing for a normal life, but who is denied this by the corrosive forces of grief, poverty, abuse, and indifference and who goes on to perpetuate harm in turn.
as i've said elsewhere, her rape [and we should call it what it is] of tom riddle sr. doesn't actually need to have any undercurrent of sadistic, unhinged infatuation to be both morally abhorrent and canon-coherent - her treatment at her father and brother's hands would hardly have given her an understanding of consent or bodily autonomy [and might also have made her believe that drugging a man until you can totally control him is the only way to prevent him hurting you], while the fact that the state just leaves her on her own after marvolo and morfin are arrested [with - presumably - no income to speak of] means that she can be understood as seeing tom sr. as her only escape from sliding ever further down the ladder of destitution.
does that mean that she didn't also - selfishly - desire tom sr.? absolutely not. it just means that i find it much more interesting when the idea of her wanting him for herself is given equal weight with all the other things in her life which shape her character - and that i also find it much more interesting when these forces are recognised as commonplace, human, and having pretty much nothing to do with magic.
[the state would not - after all - have had to raise a wand in order to unravel the abuse to which she is subjected... since it does this all the time in the real world - and i am definitely a sucker for stories which acknowledge that the greatest flaws in the wizarding world don't depend in the slightest on magic, but on human corruption.]
if she'd survived childbirth - while i'm certainly not suggesting that i think she'd have been a flawless mother, nor that the absence of a wizarding welfare state wouldn't have made their lives incredibly difficult - i think it's legitimately implausible to suggest that she'd have done anything other than love her son as her son [so, without any incestuous vibe].
[her comment - "i hope he looks like his papa" - is, i think, meant as mrs cole takes it - that she recognises that she's someone who isn't conventionally attractive by any means, and that she knows that tom riddle sr. is.]
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Eddie’s guitar turns into a human and Steve is seething in jealousy; established relationship
It began as a day like any other. Eddie got up, made himself some pop tarts, left the trailer for some business, picked up his boyfriend, and drove the two of them back for some alone time. Today alone time meant playing Uno with the tv in the background and realizing the rules in Steve’s home were very different from his.
“You can’t double drop, baby”, Eddie said.
“We’re playing colors and I have two blues. It’s fair play.”
“Lovely, I’m calling bullshit.”
Steve grinned. “Different game, Eddie.”
“You ass, you know what I meant-”
Both of their heads turned when they heard something knocking around in Eddie’s room. Steve got to his feet first, Eddie just a second after, but Eddie was the one to move to his room first. Eddie patted himself for his switchblade, finding it in his back pocket. He kept his hand there as he slowly opened the door. And he was face to face with a man. A complete and total stranger.
"Um, hi, who are you and what're you doing in my room?"
Steve was right behind him and his eyes narrowed. They didn’t look involved with the goverment, standing around in red plaid. But they could be undercover. Or a random person who still had it out for Eddie after the accusations were cleared.
"Eddie I think you mean 'Hi, who the hell are you and you better have a warrant", Steve said while sneakily reaching for an umbrella propped up by the door.
“I’m, oh wow, I can talk, haha”, he smiled, as if surprised by himself.
“Yeah, mind usin’ that voice to tell us who you are? Before things get ugly?” Eddie took out the blade, hoping this person understood they were serious.
“You don’t recognize me? I guess I got a different look now. I was just minding my own business, sittin’ up here”, he put a hand to Eddie’s wall where normally his guitar was. “Then all of a sudden, I’m like this.”
Eddie looked to the empty space on the wall, then to the man, then to his wall, then to his red shirt. He tilted his head. This was insane.
“Sweetheart?”
“That’s what you call me”, the stranger said at the same time as Steve whipping his head towards Eddie.
“Eddie, what the hell?”
“Not like that!”, Eddie quickly amended, realizing how it looked. “Steve...I think this might be my guitar.”
“Now I’m calling bullshit.”
“Tell me something only my instrument would know”, Eddie demanded of the stranger.
“When you first bought me, you were so excited, you begged the owner to let you plug me in and started shredding right there in the store. And then you dropped the pick in me and started to cry.”
Eddie’s red face was the only confirmation that Steve needed to know it was true. But that didn’t explain why this was happening.
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Eddie was pacing back and forth while Steve was dialing the number for the Byers. This being Upside Down related was farfetched but they had to start with what they knew. It started to ring and with a sigh, Eddie sat down on the couch, waiting for Steve to explain to El and hopefully get some answers.
The moment he got comfortable on the couch Sweetheart plopped right down onto his lap like he belonged there.
“What the shit?!”, Steve demanded just as Jonathan answered the phone. He hung up without an explanation and glared at the two men on the couch.
“I am JUST as confused as you are”, Eddie said, holding his hands up so they were clearly visible.
“This is where I always sit”, Sweetheart shrugged, not seeing the issue.
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About two hours later, Eddie was dialing Dustin with the intensity of a man scared for his life. He honestly hadn’t felt this afraid since he was the target of a manhunt.
“What’s up?”, Dustin answered.
“What do you call a catfight between two dudes?”
“Uh, pretty sure that’s just a fight.”
“Okaaay, how do you stop a fight between two dudes?”
“What are they fighting about?”, Dustin asked.
“Me.”
“Is this like when some guy called you a murderer and Steve got in a fight at the movie theater?”
“Uh, not...quite...the same?”
“Either way, whenever testosterone levels are high, you need to diffuse the situation. Typically by removing whatever the fight is about.”
“Diffuse, right. Okay. Thanks.”
Eddie hung up and looked to the two men in his living room. Steve looked like he was trying to kill Sweetheart with his eyes and Sweetheart looked like he was laying down a challenge. Eddie did the opposite of what his instincts were telling him to do and got between them, facing Steve.
He reached out and cradled his face. “Baby, angel, dollface-”
“Don’t sweet-talk me now”, Steve pouted.
Eddie leaned right in to kiss those pouty lips. “You know you’re my favorite, right?”
Steve rolled his eyes. “You can say that with your Sweetheart right there?”, he challenged, giving the other man a look.
Eddie released a breath and then moved away from Steve. He went over to Sweetheart and whispered something in his ear which was not helping the rolling thunder of jealousy right now. But then Sweetheart sauntered over to Steve and began whispering to him.
All the things he saw while being a fly on the wall in Eddie’s room. All the things he had heard. Half finished songs, long running rants, attempts at poetry, even the mornings when Eddie had awakened from a very R-rated dream.
Eddie was watching, hand up to his mouth, not quite biting his nails but getting dangerously close. Steve’s expression was neutral as he moved towards his boyfriend and grabbed his hand.
“I really am your favorite?”
“I love you both”, Eddie said. “But Sweetheart is one of the vessels through which my loves for you flows.”
The evening went much more smoothly after that and by morning, Sweetheart was back to being a guitar by no involvement of their own. Eddie was propped against the headboard of his bed, Steve in his lap and Sweetheart spread across him as Eddie positioned his hands.
“Like this, baby”, he said as he coached him through some simple strumming, kissing Steve’s shoulder when he got it.
“You know what I just realized?”
“What?”, Eddie asked.
“When you really love something, like put so much of yourself into it, it can feel it. Even if it’s not human.” Steve’s fingers brushed across the strings as he spoke.
Eddie smiled against his neck. “And can you feel it?”
“Yeah.”
#apo writes#stranger things#fanfiction#steddie#here it is version 1!#version 2 where steve is the guitar to be out sometime this week
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im so hyperfixated on your billy dunne fics rn, and i cant stop thinking of him getting back from rehab. and reader is just like "wtf why is he being so normal and acting like he didnt make my life hell for so long". and eventually she asks him how come i didnt get this billy years ago. and she just starts sobbing and doing that punching thing on his chest, idk how to describe just throwing a tantrum i guess. and then billy just grabs her and lets her sob into his chest. he finally starts realizing how much he hurt you over the years, and then i feel like he would show his muse how much he loves her later (smut while he is praising her, only focusing on her pleasure) idk sam claflin is making me go feral today
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billy dunne brain rot is so real, I need him biblically
but you're used to periods of grace before breakdowns so for the first few months it's good, but then it keeps going. he's not perfect, like he'll still have moods, be tempted by things he knows he can't have, but he abstains, and always apologizes now. so it's odd, you start to feel like you're walking on eggshells so eventually something has got to give, right? so you're getting quieter, scared she'll say something that'll set him off, he'll be a few minutes off from when he said he'd be home and you're getting nervous, asking where he was. one morning you're being all quiet again, serving him breakfast, just a small "good morning"
and he's pulling you into his lap, "what's going on, baby?"
"nothing" and when he's in a mood anything can be the trigger, saying that could've set him off on how nothing's enough for you, opening up could've meant that it was a rant about how it's so much worse for him, but apparently not.
"yes there is." he sneaking a small kiss in, "'m worried about you, tell me what's going on in that head of yours." and she's quiet so eventually he's just sighing, hands playing in the ends of your hair. "what can I do? we can go back to bed if you want? go hit the beach later." and suddenly you're sobbing and he's so confused, but trying to be comforting.
"why are you being like this?"
"being like what, baby?"
"you're being different, stop it!" it feels like you can't breathe, not having the cycle is weird, overwhelming
and he's trying to press if forhead to yours, "I'm getting better, baby, getting better for you, for me, for both of us. it's good, what you deserve-"
you're up off of his lap, "did I not deserve it then? why are you changing now? just be angry!" as calmly as he can he's standing, trying to hold you, to calm you down, but he feels like he could cry because now he can clearly see what he's done to you.
"you did deserve it then, baby, you always deserved so much better, and I am so sorry. the shit I pulled really messed you up, but we're gonna get healthier. you didn't deserve for me to always be mad at you, I'm sorry I confused you." he can feel his eyes burning because it's a lot to confess and he hates it, but you need to hear it.
you just stare for a moment before shaking your head, "no, stop it, billy, just be angry." when he doesn't react you're trying to hit his chest, which takes his off guard but does nothing so after a beat you keep going. "you're angry with me, be angry! I'm disappointing and should leave, be angry! I'm being clingy and intense, I know you're mad at me, be mad!" and eventually he's got his arms wrapped around you so you can't hit and you're just sobbing into his chest as he holds you.
"c'mon baby, just let it all out." eventually he just lifts you up to take you back to bed and lays there cuddling with you until you've completely calmed down.
yes, and later there's totally him between your legs for hours and different apologies for things he's done. reminding her that he really does love her, she's the one no one else, his girl, irreplaceable, loveable.
he's my man and I'm in love with him
#wanda 💋#billy dunne x reader angst#billy dunne angst#billy dunne#billy dunne x reader#djats x reader#🦋 anon
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》 alright so here is another short snippet of the story I asked your opinions about, I'm currently working on it but I don't have too much freetime right now so there will probably be more short parts to this
》 also, if you have any suggestions on what I should call this series (a title) let me know;)
》 enjoy, love you♡
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It was another casual day at your college. But you were so glad it was now weekend and your classes were over for now. You still planned on going to the library for an hour or so, so you could study before you'd go on a house party with Steve's team (which unfortunately included Bucky aswell) and your girlfriends. You didn’t particularly liked frat partys but your friends were there and it wasn't like you had anything better to do.
So after taking a shower you made your way to the college's library. At this hour it was always rather empty so there were only a few people between the aisles that you could make out from afar. You didn't make an effort to squint your eyes and look who you might know though. That was your mistake because if you would've had a bit more time to prepare for bucky who just so seemed to approach you as soon as you've found a place to sit down.
When you saw him mere feet away from you, you fought the urge to roll your eyes immediately. He always bothered you when you two met alone outside of the group. Not that that happened often but you just weren't interested in anything he might have to say.
You knew that you were probably overreacting and should be nicer to him when he tried to keep a conversation going because he was clearly eager to have you as one of his friends, just like all the other girls. But you just didn't feel like he'd earned that yet.
The moment he stopped right infront of you he was holding a book and you recognised it, but still didn't feel like talking to him.
"Hey, nice to see you here." He seemed nervous, like he always did when he tried to engage with you. You didn't pay it much mind though, you thought it was part of his charm to try and make the impression like he was just shy athlete or something, rather than the selfish immature little boy that he actually was.
"Well." You replied unimpressed and continued to do your work. You didn't even bat an eye. Again, why would you?
"I'm sorry, I don't wanna disturb you any further. Are you coming to the party tonight?" Bucky asked sheepishly.
If anyone that knew him in even the slightest, they would question if that reallh was him talking to you right now or if it was just someone else, who looked like him. Because he was mf Bucky Barnes and that man didn't talk to women like that. Not even the considered pretty ones would make him all flustered and act like a clueless little puppy in front of them, unless...
Unless it was you, apparently. It was the way that he knew, you weren't just playing hard to get, you actually did not want to have anything to do with him. To his luck, you had a lot to do with him through your friendgroups colliding one day. Nevertheless you still avoided him every chance you got. He knows, since he's tried to interact with you countless times. Unsuccessful, you should say.
"Yes. Yes I am. Can I continue studying now or..?" The first moment you actually looked up at him since he stood there and Bucky was so taken aback by the sudden eye contact. You usually never granted him that, so he almost stumbled back and fell over. He somehow managed to catch himself in time.
"Yeah, yeah... see you later then, I guess." He attempted a smile that wouldn't show how hard he was blushing right now.
You could see, he failed. And because you felt like showing a tiny bit of mercy, you gave him a small and short smile in return, before looking back at your papers. You heard how he slowly walked out of the library, acting like it would be totally normal and routine for you two to have a conversation like that every now and then.
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Since a few people wanted to be tagged and were curious about what would happen next I made a taglist^^:
@vicmc624 @nefri-black @chemtrails-club @magnificentsvn @lesleurs
Thank you for your kind feedbacks everyone!!
Love,
love-hatred-stuff
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes angst#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes fic#enemies to lovers#college bucky barnes
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your jedmeg art has truly opened my eyes to a whole new world...do you think you could share your thoughts on it? only if your up to it!
Yeah!! Yeah don't worry I am so totally normal about them and have not fixated on them at all with @unnamed-blob!!! <- said derangedly
Now first, you may be thinking "Slash, how does a man from the early 90s get together with a girl from (presumably) the late 2010s?" to which the answer is simple: what are you, a cop? It's my AU and time is meaningless here.
For the most part, it all starts off the same for the both of them -- Meg is a star athlete that declined to follow a scholarship to take care of her mom, while "Jed Olsen" is the friendly new reporter for the local paper and top journalist for the recent Ghostface killings popping up in the area recently. Maybe he was covering a fundraising marathon for a fluff piece that Meg happened to win, maybe they bumped into each other while Meg was out for a morning jog and Jed was still wide awake from the previous night to be mistaken for an early riser too; either way, they make small talk and hit it off.
A few orchestrated meet-cutes by Jed later and he's certain that Meg has successfully fallen for his current persona, totally head over heels for this kind, dorky, excitable new guy in town. It creates the perfect cover for him, an alibi to use when needed, someone he can manipulate into agreeing that yes, he was with them around these times and on these dates. If she starts getting troublesome, she'll end up on the chopping block.
But then the weirdest thing starts happening...he starts enjoying himself when he takes her out on dates. He likes seeing her with her hair down more. Her hand always feels so warm in his. It feels natural to kiss her rather than an act. He's not pretending to be the stereotypical good boyfriend, he genuinely is becoming a good boyfriend. Sure, he still stalks her, always have to keep tabs on someone that close to you when you have a dirty little secret, but he's realizing that he knows so many little things about her just from their hang outs and what she's told him. He's remembering all the unimportant details, because to Meg they are important.
It's a strange feeling. He's not sure if this is good or bad when it comes to his murderous hobby that she was intended to be a cover story for. One thing's for certain: The Ghostface killer has taken it up a notch by no longer stalking his victims from afar before slaughtering them. Or rather Meg is just one unlucky gal, because in the midst of his rampage she's been harassed by him on multiple occasions. Never killed, clearly, which is highly unlike his MO. Toyed with, teased, snide comments being made about her little boyfriend.
Meg is convinced this is Ghostface trying to blackmail Jed for reporting too closely to his slayings, but don't worry babe, she'll kick his ass if he ever tries to hurt you!! In reality, it's just to further solidify to her that Ghostface and Jed are obviously two separate people, so if people should ever start getting suspicious of Jed she'd be the first to jump to his defense. Besides, he's just can't help himself. She's so feisty and scared, a complete contrast to how she is with Jed, it's thrilling to watch such a pretty girl hiss and scratch under him. That's when he knows for certain that his own obsession had grown to full blown enamored.
#ask#anon#jedmeg#ghostmeg#believe me when i say this is only like part 1 of 76 for my thoughts on this pairing#this is only the BEGINNING this does not even TOUCH on when Jed skips town/reveals he's the killer at work#or when they meet each other again in the fog#or when Meg finds out the truth about who Jed really is and what happened to him
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Hi there take some unsolicited starwars fic ideas that Im literally never going to fully write but am agressivley thinking about anyways
Summary:
A ghost sits in the emperor's shadow. Teeth bared, eyes sharp, lying in wait.
Tldr; Fox is killed by Palpatine but at this point his soul has been fucked with by dark force shit(tm) so much that he's able to linger on as a half-there remnant
When Luke confronts Palpetine some more weird force shit(tm) happens and Fox is able to manifest in time to kill the bitch, and by eating his soul (???) he gains the power to manifest more fully as some sort of very much *not* human force,,, *thing*
Also Cody and Obi-Wan are still alive and also are sickeningly in love because fuck you that's why
I need you to imagine Sunshine Luke holding up Clearly Not Normal Fox like
"!!!!!! Look what I found!!!!!!"
"Luke he ate the emperor"
"Ok and?"
This also means Darth Vader is alive so he's just kind of Awkwardly standing there in the corner like
🧍♂️ "Commander Fox. I am." *heavy breathing.* "Pleased to see you survived."
"I didn't."
*More heavy breathing*
No clue how that'd go but it'd go SOMEWHERE
Maybe Fox wanted to eat him too but has some sort of weird pity for him after watching over the Emperor's shoulder for so many years. They're both Palpatine's fucked up little experiments, even if Fox can identity exactly what went wrong a LOT better than Anakin. Hell, they actually possibly interacted some before Fox got axed, maybe they were almost friends. Got that good old 'unspoken understanding' energy where they make eye contact once in a while and just kind of nod and look away.
Thinking also ab how the rebels are either, totally off put and don't trust him at all or *Oh wow well he killed the emperor for us!!! But he's also uhh. Kind of a freak. But he killed the emperor, so???* or just full throttle *He killed!!! The emperor!!! My favorite boy!!!! Look at him go!!!!! Eldrich who?? I don't care I am in LOVE!!!!*
Fox getting all this love and support from some VERY eager and thankful rebels. He's one of them now!! No take backs!!!!
Also Luke has absoloutley claimed him as his own. Cool powerful clone commander??? Sort of friends with his dad??? Killed the emperor??? Luke NEEDS them to be friends. Leia is a bit more hesitant at first but warms up quickly, and Han is Han so he probably makes some noise ab it but the second he hears anyone say shit he's ready to throw down.
I'm actually a personal fan of 'being half force means Anakin was a 'lill otherworldly and that otherness definatley passed down to his kids' so maybe Palpatine's experiments had to do with trying to shove some of that specific otherworldliness into Fox, and it kind of resonates with the twins. They see him and just go *!!!! Oh???? One of us???*
Han in the bg with his own weird force null thing and his close relationship with the twins just. Not really sensing anything wrong. He's grown even number to weird otherness and eldrich force vibes, Fox is a bit odd to him but he just can't see what the fuss is about. Everyone needs to calm the fuck down smh
And Fox ofc just standing there covered in blood as he's suddenly receiving all this positive attention and support like *I don't know how to feel about any of this.*
Part of him wants to just. Return to the shadows. He's done his part now. He wants to rest. Let the man SLEEP he's fucking earned it
Anyways this is definatley inspired more than a little by @wreathedinscales's Corrie Red AU, which you should absoloutley read if you like anything eldrich and anything Fox
#birds fic talk#starwars#starwars clone wars#fox#clone commanders#commander fox#clone commander cody#codywan#ao3#darth vader#anakin skywalker#starwars original trilogy#Palpatine#Palpatine dies#eldrich jedi stuff#fanfiction#archive of our own
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Saturday afternoon review. Another glorious episode. The intro of their fur child. Kojo-Chen-Bradford baha A pup we all know and love. Also that we hope to get to see in S6. This is a very solid Tim backstory ep I’m excited. I’ll delve little more into the actual ep than normal. Just because it’s so tied into everything in this ep. Especially Tim’s past. I always love delving into his past. As I always tell my friend D, When I get into Tim's past I go off a lot haha I can't help it I relate so much to him. So bear with me while I rant off about him in this one. He is a subject I am very passionate about. But let’s get this ep started.
2x14 Casualties
We start our episode with our fav canine. Destroyer of chew toys Mr. Kojo. He really is a beautiful dog. The dog lover in me adores him so much. Jackson is awoken by this sweet boy and honestly handles it better than expected haha Lucy clearly has gotten him for post DOD reasons. Smart on her end. I know my dog has helped me a ton emotionally. I totally understand why she did this.
I think Jackson is very aware of reasoning and doesn’t push it. Look how cute this dog is I can not. Also how happy Lucy is to have him. She’s literally beaming and so adorable with him. Another reason I don’t think Jackson says anything to Lucy. He isn’t happy about it but won’t fight her on it either. Such a good friend putting her ahead of his discomfort about this. He knows how much she has been through so he's not going to tell her no...Oh the power Lucy Chen holds over the men her life ha
Lucy tells Tim about Kojo and he instantly thinks it’s a mistake. Discouraging her owning him. (Of course he does). Lucy is her sassy self and tells him she didn’t remember asking him. LOL Tim tells her tough. He’s there to teach her how to succeed. That adding a dog into the mix is only going to distract her. Lucy shows him a picture of Kojo. Says what if he is cute and snuggly?
You can see Tim also thinks he’s cute and snuggly when she shows him the pic haha but says that’s not the point he’s trying to make. Can tell he loves Kojo but isn’t going to give her that satisfaction right now. Lucy is too damn happy about her new pup to let Tim ruin it. He continues his interrogation and asks who’s watching him while she’s at work? Lucy replies she paid a neighbor let him out. Then asks if Jackson is ok with it? Lucy being clueless (which is a rarity for her as we all know) replies 'Why wouldn’t he be?'
First off I always love when we get tall and smol shots. They make my soul so very happy. Their height difference always gets me in the feels in a way I can not describe. This whole scene cracks me up though. Both trying so hard to top the other with who's right. It’s what they do and they do it so damn well.
It’s so cute how Tim defends himself about dogs when Lucy says he doesn't like them. ‘Wrong. I love dogs.’ LOL He is definitely not wrong about the responsibility part. They are a lot especially for a rookie trying to survive her training. Lucy mocks him and says he’s about to go off on a ‘But you were when you were my age?’ rant. Tim then does just that haha Our marriage moment of the episode.
Telling her all he’s done at her age. How he already did 2 tours in Afghanistan and Iraq, Second in charge of his squad of ten soldiers. Lucy is not indulging him this time, scoffs loudly and calls him a show off haha You know he heard her but says ‘What was that?‘ Her face in those two last gifs. Be more married you two please.
They knock on the door of their call. Someone has reported a peeping Tom. They head back with the husband to their pool area. He says his wife likes to tan in the morning. A drone has been watching her the last few mornings. Tim says they can put out an alert but they’re tricky to track down.
The wife comes in and and is instantly checking Tim out. I can’t say I blame her. The man is sinfully delicious especially in uniform. She shamelessly flirty with him. He could not be cuter being embarrassed about it. That smile of his as his reaction. He’s always so caught off guard when women hit on him. Lucy’s face during the whole thing is hilarious. She’s so awkward and uncomfortable as this goes down. His polite ‘ma’am ‘ and shyness we rarely see in him. *fans self* Can’t blame a girl for trying LMAO
Lucy gets a call from her apt about Kojo shortly after they return to the station. Tim says they’re not going unless it’s a crime scene. It kinda is...One of her apt. Lucy opens the door and we see the destruction the poor boy has caused. Lucy clearly has no control over this sweet angel. He just jumps up on her when she arrives. Clearly so stressed being alone. He wants her attention. Kojo won’t get down until Tim shouts a firm command at him to sit and he does…Oh my...
Tim barking out orders like that shouldn’t be so hot and yet here we are. I am a puddle. This man does things to me I can't properly put into words haha Also his sexy and confident ‘Come on.’ afterwards. Lucy girl, it’s a miracle you get any work done around this man LOL Kojo you just met your dad and you have no idea. They go through the destruction that is her apt. Tim basically beaming with an ‘I told you so.’ energy as they explore the wreckage.
He is so pleased with himself. They enter Jackson's room and it is trashed. He is at the height of his smugness at this point. He starts taking pics of her and the damage to Jackson's room. These two and their pics of one another I love it so much. Tim says ‘I don’t have to say anything do I?’ Poor Lucy.. ‘I rather you didn’t…’ Already feeling the massive guilt for Kojo destroying Jackson's room the most.
After they leave their fur baby, Lucy and Tim join in on a suspect Nolan is chasing. He was sharing a shady SRO with the man who was found killed earlier. He took off and they end up catching him in an ally. It’s here we find out he and Tim have a history. The shock on Tim’s face gets me. There’s so much going on in that look that we don’t understand right now. Eric is conveying so much in just this small window.
We rejoin them at the station booking him. Tim looks like he's in a state of shock. Thought Mitch's life was going well post-service. Definitely wasn't expecting him to be living on the streets. Knowing he's not in a good place is bringing back all his guilt in waves. There is so much Tim is carrying in these interactions with Mitch. He asks what he's even being charged with? Lucy tells him resisting arrest to begin with. The DA will sort out the rest.
Mitch is all over Tim about what’s going on. He tells him he can’t violate the victims privacy. Mitch then pieces together his friend Joe is dead. Tim refuses to give him anymore info. Says detectives will be by shortly to talk to him. He looks so damn distraught walking away from the holding cell. Lucy points out the obvious tension between them. Tim lets her know exactly what their history is. I’m so proud of him for not brushing her off or being angry with her for asking. He’s just defeated and tells her why.
Like he wants to share this emotional burden with her instead of holding onto it solo. How far we've come. Truly. When just Isabel's name would set him off for most of their shift. Now he just tells her when she asks him. Telling Lucy things is a safe place for him at this point in their relationship. It’s a beautiful thing to watch him not even fight that. To let her know with no pretense. Allowing her to know something from his military past is huge. Something he keeps quite guarded. Watching him feeling comfortable enough to share with her. My heart. I'm not crying. You are.
Tim watches Armstrong and Nolan interrogate Mitch. The emotions in his eyes as he does is killing me. You can feel his guilt through the screen. There seems to be more than just Mitch's guilt there to me. But we will touch on that later....Nolan lets him know Joe had his neck snapped. It seemed like a professional. Mitch tells them he didn’t kill him. That Joe came to him about finding a lot of money. Pallets of cash in the millions. Found it in a building with a bunch of weaponry. Being guarded by heavy duty guys. Lots of machinery too.
Mitch says he and Joe were tight cause they were both vets. That’s why he shared the cash. But he begged him not to go back there for any more. Mitch says he feel guilty. Wishing he would’ve gone with him, because Joe would’ve gone with him. We go back to Tim and see more guilt flitting across his handsome face. The weight of what he is carrying is so evident. Kills me to watch it him bearing it alone. Harper comes in and tells them all that money is counterfeit. Really good but fake none the less. They figure out the machinery could’ve been printers from Mitch. Armstrong decides to get a search warrant and go to the building Joe found.
Naturally when they make it to the warehouse it’s empty. They ask Tim if he still believes his army buddies story? He says yes. That they must’ve cleared out of here after they killed Joe. Nolan finds some evidence. It’s linking them back to a security guy who was “fixing” a camera at their crime scene. They were about to run his face off his body cam when Grey calls them back to the station. Says they are to leave that area immediately.
Once they’re back Grey says their search warrant sent an alarm all the way up the food chain. Telling them to stop. That the path they’re on isn’t allowed for their investigation any longer. Tim asks what if it’s the path that leads them to his killer? Grey looks conflicted. Harper asks what they’re really into? He says he doesn’t know and tried to push to find out. All he knows is it’s non-negotiable. They all look very frustrated especially Tim. Grey tells them to take the night to reset. Tim goes off saying this isn't right. Armstrong says no it's not but it's a direct order.
Harper looks at Tim and he knows what he needs to do. Earlier in the episode we learned about LA Clear. Used to prevent blue on blue situations. It’s the best way for them to find out who is behind all this. What higher up agency is preventing them from investigating further. Only higher up officers can use it. i.e. Tim. They were told at the beginning of the ep the feds were in town for something. Sounds like this could be it. Harper asks what Tim thinks. He says this is clearly a federal operation and they don’t have enough information to proceed.
Tim asks Lucy how they get more clarity on a federal operation? She proudly produces the right answer and says LA Clear. He tries to get them all to step outside while he calls. Lucy being her sassy self says not a chance. Her wifey look is so cute I can not. You know he loves it when she’s fresh with him. Tim having to answer his personal security questions is too damn funny. Lucy is enjoying the hell out of this. His answers are so sporadic and funny. 'Lady Marmalade' and 'Xanadu' LOL He gets off the phone says they’ll get back to them within an hour.
Tim goes to see Mitch. Tells him he’s free to go. Naturally he wants more info on the case. Tim tells him they haven’t found anything yet. The money is gone. They’re working late on it though. Lets him know he just needs to go home. Then realizes how insensitive that is. Mitch tells him just to find his killer. That he served his country with honor. He deserves as much. You know that's hitting Tim right in the gut.
The ever present guilt on his face with Mitch hurts to watch. There’s an undercurrent of something else going on with this whole thing for Tim. More than just what happened with Mitch coming to the surface. It’s coloring everything he’s doing and saying in this episode since Mitch showed up. He gets the call from LA Clear and tells Mitch to take care of himself.
They find out it’s a defense intelligence agency OP. Harper says that’s national security. Nolan asks if they told him anything else? Tim says just a contact name. Colonel Norman Jangus. Nolan asks what a National security agency is doing printing counterfeit money for? Harper chimes in and says this is bigger than they thought. That they should take the night like Grey said. Tim says an off the books op isn’t great on a good day and today definitely isn't that.
Nolan gets a visitor. It’s Colonel Jangus. Tells him he is DIA, but his team works in the shadows. Does things people don’t want to admit to. John asks why he came to him? This is a great part and accurate. Says he’s the weak link. Lists why above. He’s not wrong those three are certified bad asses and John is well John LOL sorry dude. I'm so mean to Nolan I know ha I do like him but he is the weak link out of the four of them.
Tells him you always push on the weak link. Wants him to relay something to the other three. That it was a mistake to call LA Clear, to leave it alone. Nolan tells him they just want Joe’s murderer that’s it. He leaves with telling him every war has its casualties. That if they don’t stop he’ll end up being their next one.
Harper, Tim and Lucy show up lurking in the shadows. They were expecting him to show at Nolan’s. Do love them all in black street clothes. Looking ever bit the bad asses they were just explained as earlier. Tim was able to get a tracker on his car while Jangus rambled on. Tim says now they can follow him wherever he goes. Lucy is ready to go when Tim tries to stop her. (Why he think's he'll win this fight I do not know) No way in hell she was going to let him do this alone. She’s his partner through and through.
Harper telling them they’re more likely to survive the storm if this goes wrong than her and Nolan. She has a golden ticket and Tim has unblemished record. Says they don’t even need a reason to fire them as rookies. Lucy replies like the BAMF she is ‘ I’ve been buried alive by a serial killer. This rabbit hole doesn’t scare me.’ God I love her. Her resolve is rock solid. Nolan’s reply pales in comparison tbh LOL That unshakeable drive is one of the reasons why Tim falls for her. He doesn’t fight her any further. He's just hopes Jangus leads them to the money.
Now comes one of my favorite parts of the entire episode. Also another iconic OTP line stemming from it. They pull up together in Tim’s truck (LOVE them riding together) Lucy wastes zero time asking about Mitch’s leg. Just like earlier he doesn’t fight her on it. Doesn’t shut her out like he used to. Not even a little. I can not emphasize enough how huge this is for him. The beautiful place he has gotten to with her. This is confession time right now for him. He'd been letting it build up all day. Now he was letting the damn loose with her. Makes me so happy to watch his growth. I never tire of watching her chip at his wall one section at a time. It’s about to have another piece break off and shatter to the ground.
There is so much to love about this scene. I love her challenging him to open about this. It’s been so obviously eating at him all day. I'm just like him where I need my anxiety off loaded by someone I trust or I'll self destruct. It's clear he needs it off his chest. Lucy knows this. Knows him and it's why it's the first thing she asks when they're parked. They have a moment alone. She is going to take advantage of that. Lucy reads Tim like a book and knows he needs to talk about it. I've said this a lot but I am a lot like Tim. The more I analyze him the more that fact becomes true. I get his mentality towards things.
Where you think everything is your responsibility or your fault when things go wrong. Because when you grow up in a volatile household like he did (As did I) it was. A mistake was the worst thing you could do. So it's beaten into you that its your fault and you're given no grace by those around you. It's almost like a reflexive shame you feel when you make a mistake. It's how it is for me. I know it is for him too. So why would you give yourself any grace even when its warranted? When you are like this you need that 'Lucy' to unburden you. To have that safe space to off load that burden. To let you know not everything is your fault.
Lucy is that person for Tim and has been for quite some time. He confesses his sin to her. Like it’s a dark part of his soul he’s expecting to repel her. News flash it does not. She loves every part of this man especially the damaged parts. What he finds as absolutely shameful Lucy sees as something redeeming and wonderful. You can see above how much he is beating himself up over it. Even as he speaks the words he's chiding himself. The way his eyes dart around and how can't face her. He'a so ashamed of himself for not being by the book. To him he slipped up and it cost Mitch his leg. That's unforgivable in his book. He's so hard on himself. I relate so much it makes me wanna cry for him. Because I know that moral pressure.
I love her little smile before she tells him 'It's the most Tim Bradford thing she’s ever heard.' Because it really is. She just knows him so well. Lucy wants desperately for him to cut himself a break. To lower his high standards of himself just a bit. He won't but damn if she won't try to to change his POV on this. The reason she says that line is she KNOWS the depth of which he beats himself up for things. This is the type of situation where he is going to fault himself and flog himself mentally over it until someone stops him. i.e. Lucy.
I empathize with this on a deep level. I know that guilt driven anxiety you get when you feel you’ve wronged someone. It consumes you and feels like that feeling is bottomless. Lucy is very aware he will destroy himself over this. The reaction on his face below when she tells him it wasn't his fault. That he showed humility. Gets me right in the gut. Telling him that it’s nothing to feel guilty about is everything to him. Tim can't believe she's absolving him for this. Not only doing that but commending him for what he did. By praising him for that humility he showed Mitch.
I want to delve into his reaction above a little more for a couple reasons. One. Once again what Tim sees as weakness Lucy views as a strength. Knowing he is wracked with guilt over this. Trying to give him absolution for it. His sunshine human is striving to let him know not EVERYTHING is his fault. As much as he would like to think so. Beautiful thing is Lucy being in his life has lightened that emotional load he carries. Whether he realizes it or not she's shouldering part of it now.
Two. I said earlier there was an undercurrent of something else coloring Tim’s guilt in this episode. Something unspoken in the way he was carrying that guilt. Like it was more than just Mitch's guilt he was lugging around. I know he’s comparing what happened to Mitch to what happened with Lucy. By not being by the book he put Lucy in danger. The guilt about Mitch has also brought up the burden he still inflicts upon himself. Which is what happened to her in 2x11. There is some deep subtext in this scene. The way he looks at her when she says he doesn’t need to feel guilty. It's very telling to me.
In a way she is absolving him of what happened with Caleb. Because the situations are similar, in the fact that Tim wasn't by the book and something bad came of it. Lucy does this without even knowing she is doing so. Because in her mind she never blamed him. Doesn't even know he's added that to his emotional load. For Tim her acceptance of what happened with Mitch is hitting close to home with him. It feels like she is also absolving him of his immense amount of guilt he still feels about Caleb. It’s not something they’ve talked about yet. It’s coming but I felt this scene was a good precursor to that. Lucy reminding him not everything is on him like he thinks it is.
Even though it seems to him he's been absolved of both things he still defaults to being a stickler. That is his default mode. He just can't help himself. Letting her know ‘Rules matter boot. ‘ You can see the glimmer of tears in his eyes when he says this. Still feeling unworthy of her kindness and understanding of what he thinks he’s done not only to Mitch but to her. Lucy once again having that sassy smile asking him ‘Then what the hell are you doing out here? Sweetly calling him out for being a living and breathing contradiction.
The way he looks at her and says ‘Some things matter more.’ *heart clutch* Eric and his wonderfully expressive face. We are lucky to have him everyone. He is a blessing to have as our Tim Bradford. By saying this he is saying she matters more. That what they're currently doing matters more. Tim showing Lucy his moral compass for Mitch and Joe means more. I’ve said this before but I feel Lucy is never more attracted to Tim than when his moral compass is on fire.
It’s a raging inferno in this episode to find Joe’s killer. That bending the rules a bit to do the right thing means more. to him. That doing the right thing and the easy thing are rarely the same. Her respect and honestly love for him grows for him in this scene. As his does for hers with the previous moment. It's a slow climb to the top with them but what a view it is when we get there. It's so worth the wait.
I friggin love this shot of them. Forever adore how in sync they are in the field. All dressed in their black ops gear. Sexy Af watching them be poetry in motion together. The aesthetic is very pleasing to the eye. Watching them doing an off the book ops together. It ticks a box for me I love. They decide they need to make sure those pallets are actually the money first. Once they do that they can get Joe’s killer during the arrest. Harper asks how they’re gonna do this? Tim says no idea. LOL
Tim goes off to check it by himself. He’s so tall and you can see that as he ducks under a semi to check the container. Sexy af how tall he is to me. I would say I’m sorry but let’s not lie shall we? Ha Tim gets caught confirming the pallet has the money and sees the rest have been caught too .You can see the panic on his face when he sees Lucy has been caught. Jangus rants that he warned them and they didn’t listen. Harper then signals Angela with her sniper rifle. Trained right on Norman.
They’re at a stalemate with this. Tim wants to negotiate a settlement. I love how Tim takes control of this whole situation. Sexy af. Saying all they want is Joe’s Killer. If they give him up they walk away. Norman considers this. Then asks about the money. Tim says 'Not our problem.' Lucy pipes up and Tim looks right at her and repeats himself. Now that she’s in danger he’s not taking any more risks. That game is over. He’s gonna break one more rule tonight to keep her safe. Letting the money go.
I love him so much. If bailing on the money keeps her safe and gets them their killer it’s a win win for him. The way he stares the Colonel down as he decides. *Oh my lord* Causing me repeated ovary explosion in this one. Protective Tim is one of my fav Tim flavors haha He’s got me going more in this episode than normal. I would say I’m sorry but I’m very much not. LOL
It works and they give up one of their men as the killer. The plan worked for the most part...They didn't get everything they wanted but getting Joe's killer was the most important. It gets back to Grey and he does some rule breaking of his own. Just accepting their wild unrealistic story of how they found Joe’s killer just walking the docks. Says the paper work better be spotless on this. Harper smiles and says yes sir. This is an excellent episode all around.
Next morning Jackson wakes up and notices Kojo is gone. Lucy says she’s really not ready for a dog yet. (Or his new owner heh) That he is gone. Lucy continues on to apologize for getting him without asking his input. That she was going to pay to replace all his things. How sorry she was about all his stuff. Jackson quickly breaks and is sweet and says he did like Kojo but hopes he went to a good home. Lucy smiles and says he did.
I want to talk a little bit about Tim taking Kojo. The amount this man cares about not only Lucy but animals is prominent in this moment. He knew how much this dog meant to Lucy therefore he was important to Tim. Also taking him so she could come visit him and have access whenever she wanted. The depth of caring this man shows for her in his actions are unreal. They legit became co-parents to this dog in this episode and we all loved it. They own a dog together long before they were together. Makes me so happy I can not.
We then get this GLORIOUS shot of Tim walking Kojo. Tim looking fine as hell walking his new fur baby. Basically a model walking down the street. That sweet smile on his face as he looks down at him. He loves this dog so much already. Tim meets up with Mitch and does something I know Lucy would be beaming over. He put in a good word to get him a live in guard job. Tells him it’s not a handout. That it’s a job and a roof over his head. Mitch thanks him and he hugs Tim. He looks like he’s gonna cry. My boy. Mitch can still see the lingering guilt in his eyes.
Tells Tim ‘It’s not your fault you know?’ That what happened to him is nobodies fault. Tim is grateful for his words. Getting forgiveness for a weight he’s been carrying around for far too long. Such a good way to end the episode. Tim wipes a tear from his eye and looks down at Kojo. Tells him ‘Not a word’ LOL I love this man so much and how much he’s grown. Makes me want to cry. Damn good episode holy moly.
As always thank you to everyone who like/comment/reblog. You all make my whole day with them. I enjoy doing these so much and you make it all worth while :)
No non chenford notes this ep was pretty intertwined. See you all in 2x15 :)
#Caitlin rewatches the Rookie#chenford#chenford hiatus#summer rewatch#s2#2x14 Casualties#The rookie 2x14#tim bradford#lucy chen#tim x lucy#lucy x tim#eric winter#melissa o'neil#otp: doing my job#otp: you know me so well. too well#otp: some things matter more#waiting on s6#the rookie
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Am I back quicker than the last time? Why Yes, Yes I am :)
Here comes another part and I'm gonna be honest. I'm enjoying this story and I think I might stretch it into some more parts. Can I get opinions on this? Would you guys like me to continue or end it in the next part? Thinking of posting some Head-cannons for Katsuki's past and your relationship/daily life if anyone's interested. Trying not to give away story spoilers with those.
Part Four: Now that Bakugo has settled into your home it's time to start the shenanigan's. A surprise visit! where will Katsuki and reader end up?
Warnings: SFW, shenanigan's mostly.
Taglist: @lunrai @nonomesupposedto @j-brielmalfoy @bitchimaghost2 @traumamakesmefunnier @izukusgirlfriend @chevalrie
The streams of sunlight peered through the curtains like golden rays, bouncing around the room. Bouncing around right into your eye sockets and earning your groan as you flopped an arm over the afflicted area. After a few moments of contemplating falling back into your lovely dream world the light so rudely ripped you out of, it was determined it just wasn't happening. Lowering your arm revealed your narrowed eyes as you stared at the ceiling, brain slowly coming back into functionality.
Those brownies your friend had brought to class didn't have a "secret ingredient" in them did they?
If that's the case, you sure went on quite a trip to hallucinate your cat as a handsome, sarcastic and snappy hybrid human.
Sitting up slowly you peered around the bed for the hallucination, only to find the rise and fall of the fur ball you knew and loved laying snuggly against your hip. Running your fingers over his soft coat, you chuckled to yourself lightly while making a mental note to ask your friends where they got the stuff. Totally for research purposes, not because you'd be interested in seeing those crimson eyes narrowed down at you once again…
Leaving the warm embrace of your bed, the kitchen glowed softly from the morning sun as you rubbed the sleep out of your eye. The sound of brewing coffee filled the air as it bubbled and spit out of the spout into your favorite cup. You leaned against the counter with your arms crossed while observing the living space and kitchen together.
There were so signs the previous night had occurred at all. Kitchen was spotless, the blankets you had both been cuddling under while watching your show were neatly folded over the back of the couch and not a spec of dust from any of the objects he had thrown from the drawers and cupboards remained.
The chime from the coffee maker brought you out of your thoughts as your fingers curled around the handle. After the liquid inside was to your liking you brought it up to your lips and took a long sip. Eyes closed as you savored the flavor and thought about your day. Your day as just a normal college student deep in debt, and your pissed off, (Putting this lightly) Normal cat.
The End.
Thank you everyone for all your support! Turns out Bakugo wasn't real! :) He was just a figmet of our imagination… nothing more to see here…..
SIKE!
I'm kidding. Can you imagine I ended all that with "Just kidding! We were just reallllly high and imagined a himbo cat man!" Please don't hate me :'D
Back to our regularly scheduled fan-fic:
Your peaceful morning was cut short by a grunt, followed by a bump to your side making you stumble and barely hold your grip to the cup of liquid gold. Your eyes snapped open and found purchase on the reason for your rude interruption.
Beside you was an ash blonde with even messier hair than previous, clearly from the bed he had been sleeping in the night before. He had the basketball shorts you had gifted him hanging extremely low on his hips, showing off the curves and lines of his chiseled chest and stomach since he had apparently forgone the shirt at sometime during his sleep. Nestled in his messy hair, his pointed ears were drooped slightly, his tail that poked out just above his shorts hanging limply behind him. His jaw dropped to reveal his extra sharp canines in the largest yawn you've ever seen.
"You only made enough for you? Some host you are."
His already raspy voice was even lower with the lack of use and threw you for a loop. Well there goes that theory. The cat man really exists, he lives in your apartment and bitches about you not making him coffee.
The cup in your hand was snatched into his as he brought it to his nose despite your protests. After a few test sniffs and a hesitant taste test, the liquid was drained in seconds. The empty mug was thrust back into your hands and he nodded once.
"I'll take another just like that."
With his parting words he crossed back into the living room and collapsed onto the couch with a groan, the only thing visible of him were the tips of his spiked out hair and the ears that sat inside.
Was he serious?
"Bakugo."
From what little of him you could see, his ear twitched in response but no words left him.
"Bakugo." You tried again a little more firmly, his ear twitching again with yet another non response.
"KAT-Suki!"
You growled which finally garnished a response. His ears flattened against his head and he turned his head so his vermillion colored eyes were visible just above the couch's back rest. His gaze almost nervous as he tracked your movements.
"Do I look like a maid to you?"
He shook his head slowly and you nodded in satisfaction. "Then what, in your right mind makes you think… that you can snatch the nectar of the gods that wakes me up in the morning and demand more like I'm some common servant?"
His eyes narrowed slowly as you waited for a response with hands on your hips. His voice grumbled lowly as didn't move from the couch and you leaned forward, cupping your hand around an ear for dramatic effect. "What was that? Speak into my good ear."
"Would you please make me a cup?" He finally spoke just loud enough that you huffed in response.
"Was it that hard to ask politely instead of demand like a toddler?"
His little "Yes." was low enough you thought he didn't intend for you to hear it so you decided to let it go and instead of brewing your one cup machine once again you reached up into the cupboard above the stove. Inside was a brand new small coffee maker that only made a couple cups your parents had gifted you upon moving into the small apartment. Since it was just you living here the fact of making several cups at a time for it to grow cold or stale was not appealing, so you had splurged on a single cup maker to just produce a new cup as you desired without waste.
Now with an extra body around here apparently, this seemed the more feasible option as you spooned the grains into the filter. You shuffled around the kitchen on the intention of producing breakfast while the gurgling coffee pot set to work. A simple breakfast for two was all you had the energy for at current since SOMEBODY, not to name any names… Bakugo… Drank your wake up juice.
During your time in the kitchen you could feel a pair of eyes boring into your back, watching your every movement. Knowing full well who they belonged to, you plated the simple meal and placed it at the table. Fixing up two cups this time instead of just your own, you finally met the eyes of your impatient stalker and waved him over. He stood soundlessly and crossed over quickly as he took his chair and almost gave a little bounce of excitement. You cocked a brow and his small smile dropped into a scowl at being caught.
His eyes scanned the meal before peeking over at you shoving a piece of egg into your mouth, eyes unfocused onto nothing in particular while you chewed lazily. His narrowed eyes softened slowly as he watched the sunlight hit your skin just right, adding an almost angelic glow to the tone. They followed the shape of your face, the length of your hair and landed on the beautiful color that sat in your irises. He found them watching him mixed with a curious expression and he jumped slightly, looking away with a soft heat in his face.
Ordinarily he would groom himself to stave off the embarrassed feeling, however in this form he had no such ability so he chose to pick up a scrambled egg with his fingers and pop it into his mouth.
He paused a moment and stood quickly to dig into the fridge as you watched. He returned with a small red bottle that you had purchased upon noting his love of the spicier ingredients you had added for his food and his alone. Returning to his spot, he began spiraling the sauce all over his breakfast and you cleared your throat.
"You want a little egg with your hot sauce?"
He gave you an unimpressed glare before slamming the bottle down and tearing into the meal once again with his fingers. Resting your fist against your cheek and tilting your head in amusement.
"Do you not know how to use chopsticks?"
He paused while holding a piece of bacon up to his lips, a look of offense crossing his features. "Of course I do!"
Tiling your head the other way you lifted your pair and clicked them together once. "Then why don't you use them instead of making a mess?"
His gaze flicked between your fingers and his own utensils before scoffing. "Because I don't need them."
Setting yours down beside the plate you let a smirk cross your lips, lacing your fingers together as you observed his state of mess. Sauce crept up his fingers to his knuckles and also smeared around his perfectly shaped pink lips, he had somehow gotten a little in his hair but that was neither here nor there. He almost reminded you of a toddler eating spaghetti.
"So you can't is what you're saying?" You pursed your lips in faux contemplation, knowing full well what you were dragging out.
"I can use them just fucking fine!"
He snapped before dropping the piece he held between his fingers, gaze dropping down to the object in question. He inhaled before picking them up and held them in-between his fingers, lifting them up to show you proudly. You covered your mouth to hide your snicker as you watched the pieces sit awkwardly in his large hands, most definitely not in the correct position.
"So show me up then." You bit your lip to hold back further giggles as he clicked his tongue. "I fuckin' will."
He lowered them and attempted to grab a larger egg, the ends of the sticks crossing or missing completely. Cocking a brow you watched as he struggled and growled lowly in frustration.
Picking back up your pair you placed them into proper position and cleared your throat to get his attention. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I don't need your fuckin' help! I'm just fine."
Nodding you returned to eating your own meal, though throughout you could catch him stealing glances at your hand, switching his sticks into better position and taking testing clicks to make sure he was using them properly. After a few adjustments he finally picked up one of his sausages successfully and he grinned after taking a triumphant bite.
"See? Pro material."
You coughed up a laugh while chewing on a piece of bacon, slapping your chest to dislodge the item while his face turned to one of concern. "I'm fine." You managed out before bursting out laughing once again.
He huffed, returning to finish his meal as you finally drank the last of your long awaited coffee. After the meal was done you ran the dishes through the sink and put them in the strainer, observing as Bakugo took residence in his spot on the couch. He had found one of his plastic ball toys that held a bell inside and held it between his thumb and pointer finger. He gave it a quick shake before tossing it up and down a few times.
"Bakugo." You called as the ball landed back into his palm for the fifth time. "I am assuming you're going to be spending more time in your human form?"
He gave his broad shoulders a shrug, your eyes wandering the lines that made up his muscles before you shook yourself out of a trance that was sure to be noticed before long. "I don't see why not. If I don't use my human form for some time I get this cramped feeling and it's like an itch you can't scratch. Same goes for if I stay in this form for too long. Since you know though, I probably wont need to hide as much."
Nodding you fished a piece of paper off the pad you had stowed on top of the fridge. You used the pen attached to jot down some things as the pair of ever watching eyes followed your movements in curiosity. "Why do you ask?" He finally asked after you didn't follow up your question with any others for a few moments.
"Well if you're going to be staying in your human form we're going to need to pick up a few things for you. Also… Since you're not just a cat anymore… You're a whole roommate now so we may have to talk about you taking on a job in the future to help with bills. You ate a lot as a cat, I can only imagine as a grown man…"
He huffed and let the ball he had been tossing fall to the ground with a loud twinkle of the bell. "A job?" You nodded while bringing over the notepad and falling down into the spot beside him.
His glance landed on the paper and began reading what you had written down. Over his years with his original family, he had picked up words and their meaning from the times he would sit with the man of the house who loved reading novels in the evening time. Though he really learned to read when his wife's sister had fallen behind on hard times and had asked them to take care of her niece for the summer while she got back on her feet.
The girl was only seven and had taken a special liking to the temperamental cat, and he surprisingly to her. At bedtime she would read a "Bedtime" story to him and always drug him along for her homework sessions, so he had gotten his general reading lessons from a seven year old. They did a lot together, tea parties where Mr. Suki would sit with a pretty pink bow attached to his collar and a party cowboy hat nestled between his ears begrudgingly as he sat at the tiny plastic table. Coloring on the floor, watching "Scary" movies in the dark with blankies wrapped around them. She was truly his best friend for the longest time. Though when it came time for her to return home with her mother when the snow touched the ground for the first time that year. He had moped around the house for some time after, even as she would visit from time to time it became fewer and far between. The news of the wife's pregnancy would break only a few weeks after their niece's departure. He had been so excited, he would get a live in best friend just like the little girl!
How wrong he was…
He shook his head to bring himself back out of his memories as he found himself looking down at you, who was clearly waiting for some answer to a question he had not heard.
"What?"
"I asked if you wanted to come with to get some new clothes. I don't have a lot but we could find you some basics for now. I have a bag of my ex's old things you could go through to see if you like anything or if they'll fit in the meantime."
He blinked and watched your face light up in excitement as you discussed going out with him to do something as simple as shopping. He shrugged once again and gave a "Sure." that lit up your beautiful face even more and made his own heat up.
You hopped out of your seat announcing you were going to change and grab the bag for him to sort through so he could change as well. He leaned back into the couch as his eyes scanned the area around him. He would have to get used to being back in his human form once again. Living with his old family, he would only change when he knew the wife and husband would be out for some time. He had learned to cook via trial and error while watching them since the husband owned a restaurant and would make gourmet style foods even at home. The chopsticks he only knew about in theory, never actually having anyone to teach him how to properly use them before.
Your return from the hall way had his face heating as he scanned your outfit for the day. The garments you had chosen fit your frame very well, accentuating every curve and shape you had, which had him feeling things he had never experienced in his time on this planet.
"This is the bag, there's quite a bit in here actually. I didn't think he left so much here." You had dropped the bag and knelt beside it to dig a few pieces out. "He was smaller than you though so I'm not sure if these are going to be a tight fit or too small period."
You left him to dig through the bag, setting items that interested him to the side and tossing the ones that he could determine would definitely not fit him or he just had zero interest in. You sat cross legged on the couch as you watched him pick at each item with interest, catching on to his little tells. His tail would flick if he was disgusted by something and would set the item in the discard pile. On the other hand, his ears would give the slightest twitch if he found something he liked.
He finally had more in the discard pile than the keep by the time he had dug everything out and sat with his eyes on you, almost as if asking for directions. You scooped up the items he didn't want and shoved them back into the bag while instructing him to pick a pair of pants and a shirt to go change into so you both could travel into town. Once the bag was packed you smacked your hand against your forehead in realization.
Kirishima had your car.
A low groan left your throat just as Bakugo emerged from the bathroom. He had lost his ears and tail, after noting your curious expression he grumbled something about the pants not fitting around his tail comfortably. He raised his face just a tad and took an inhale, as if sensing your distress.
"What's wrong?" You rubbed the back of your neck in embarassment, "I forgot my car broke down and Kirishima has it. You didn't want him to drop it off yesterday."
He nodded and as if fate would have it his head immediately snapped to the door just before a loud knock sounded throughout the apartment.
Bakugo's nose wrinkled just as it did when you came home from school after catching a whiff of something with his heightened sense of smell you clearly could not.
You stood and crossed to peep through the small hole, finding a shining smile on the other side, the red head waiting patiently at the door. Unlocking the deadbolt and throwing the door open you returned his bright smile.
"Kiri!"
He let out the most boyish laugh and picked you up in a bear hug, burring his face into your shoulder. A low growl sounded from behind you and you peeped over the opposite side to see your roommate standing with the darkest expression on his face you had seen yet.
The redhead holding you lifted his own head, "Aw shit I didn't realize you still had company. My fault… Wait… Katsuki?"
"Shitty hair."
The large redhead promptly dropped you and charged for the blonde standing in the living room, looking ready to bolt. He wrapped his large arms around the smaller man and picked him off his feet to hold him close. "I fucking missed you dude!
Bakugo groaned while pushing at the smiling man's face. "Get off me! You fuckn' stink!"
Kirishima dropped him with a pout and mumbling something about being a good boy and bathing this morning. You snorted while shutting the door and observing the reunited friends. Crazy that your best friend just so happened to be your cat's best friend to boot.
"Wait… How did you two meet?" Kirishima's pointer flicked between the both of you, a dumbfounded look on his face.
"Remember when I told you about the night I found a sick cat in an alley and he adopted me?" He nodded in response and you pointed at the brooding blonde who had taken to straitening his messy hair into it's normal state.
"Wait.. Katsuki is Bakugo? How can he be a cat?" His face contorted into a clearly fake confusion and Bakugo rolled his eyes. "Don't play dumb, she knows."
Kirishima's jaw fell slack as you nodded to confirm then he pointed to himself and leaning over to whisper not so subtlety to Bakugo. "Does she know about…" Bakugo nodded and wrinkled his nose, turning his face away as if to escape the smell.
Kirishima shined the brightest smile before the floppiest dark ears fell out of his hair and floofiest tail began wagging behind him showing his pure excitement. "I'm so glad I don't have to hide with you anymore!"
He lifted you into his arms and nuzzled his face into your neck while his soft ears tapped against your face and earning giggles from you.
"Oi! Put her down! She's going to stink again and I'll have to fix it!" The big puppy's ears drooped even further and held you close. "But she's so warm and sweet smelling."
Your cat's ears and tail appeared, fur bristling as a low growl sounded in his throat. "Put. Her. Down. Now!"
Your eyes raised to Kirishima's wide ones, lowering you to the ground slowly as his tail slapped against the floor in disappointment. You brushed your fingers against his dark ear, his tail slapping at your back and you chuckled. "Don't mind him, he's always a meanie."
Strong arms ripped you away from the dog hybrid, holding you against a solid chest. Your eyes raised to find narrowed vermillion, his nose twitching in annoyance before burring into your throat just as your best friend had. After a through scenting once again you finally huffed and pushed his face back. "Alright enough Bakugo!"
The cat furrowed his brows at you before shooting a warning glance at Kirishima and releasing you from your confines.
"So anyway. Did you bring my car back?" You questioned the onlooking redhead who nodded, his ears and tail retreating once again out of habit. "I fixed the alternator and she fires up right away now. I did take the liberty of giving it a tune up and changing your oil. It should run much smoother now."
You pouted while crossing arms over your chest. "You didn't have to do all that! I'll have to pay you back for everything!" He shook his head and gave you a stern look, "Nah, I can't leave my best friend without transportation when I can afford to help out. No need to pay me back I won't accept it."
Sighing deeply, you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly. "Thank you so much, you don't know how much this means to me!"
You were tugged back by the tail of your shirt before the redhead could reciprocate. "Oi, that's enough of that." Cocking a brow at the bristling blonde who had returned to his all human form as well.
"Where were you two headed to anyway?" Kirishima asked to clear the obvious tense atmosphere which broke you away from the intense stare off with Bakugo.
"Ah, uh we were going to grab Bakugo some clothes since he'll be using his human form more now that I know. I only have a few clothes left here by dipshit and he only liked a few of them. I figured he'd need something that fits him and of his own."
Kirishima nodded before whipping out his wallet, "Do you mind if I come along? I'll help pay." You waived your hands around in protest, "You already fixed my car, you don't need to continue spending money on me!" He shook his head and indicated your roommate with his wallet before putting it back into his rear pocket.
"Katsuki is my other best bud. I'm not going to leave him without either, I'll take both of you in my truck and we'll grab some essentials and clothes for him. Speaking of, does he have shoes?"
You paused, looking down at Katsuki's bare feet for a moment realizing that it had never even crossed your mind that you didn't own a pair of shoes that would fit the man. Any of your shoes would be extremely too small. Shaking your head he nodded and disappeared out the door. He returned with a box and offered it to Bakugo who took it with a wary glance.
"I bought these not too long ago and they were the wrong size, if memory serves they should be your size. If you like them you can keep them, otherwise we can find you a pair you do like." Bakugo flipped the lid open and found a pair of expensive name branded shoes, checking the size he nodded and slipped them on with a pair of socks from the bag.
You all piled up into Kirishima's truck as he began recounting the full story of how the two Hybrids had met. The red head grew up with his parents who were full hybrids and they owned a chain of sucessful businesses which is why he was so well off. As hybrids themselves and had access to means, they had taken the opportunity to help those who were in hiding or did not have anything near what they did. A foundation was set up and during one of their give aways to those who needed it Kirishima had met a dirty, ash blonde teenager around his age who had just lost his home. Intially he had attempted to help the boy who called himself Katsuki however his pride had stepped in the way and had fought any assistance offered.
After months of talking and spending time together they became friends which Bakugo adamantly denied. Kirishima offered him a place to stay under the conditions that Bakugo would have to learn how to intergrate into human society which did not set well with the still pissed off teen who had just been burned by his "family." Katsuki had stopped showing up to their meetings, no longer reachable at their usual hangouts and practically disappeared as if he had never exsisted. It had hurt that his best friend had exited his life so deeply, he had searched and searched to no avail. Kirishima enrolled at college to get his mind off of his missing friend, further his education and met little ol' you.
The three of you spent the day helping Bakugo pick up essentials such as bathing products, tooth brush, etc. He got his own socks, undergarments and sleepwear which he indicated the sleep shorts he had worn that first night were comfortable for sleeping so Kirishima grabbed him a few pairs. You had stopped at several stores and had to intervene a few times when Katsuki got a little too bristly with the sales representatives. There were threats of a certain spray bottle, taking away his favorite twinkle ball and throwing away all his hot sauce before he finally got the memo.
Currently you were walking up the boardwalk of a strip-mall with bags adorning your arms because even though you were there for Bakugo, Kirishima had taken to spoiling you as well and bought whatever your eyes had laid on. You finally had to tell him to stop firmly or the trip would be over promptly, to which he finally listened like a scolded puppy.
You hummed happily while waltzing along, Kirishima and Bakugo walking a few feet behind you shoulder to shoulder as they both watched with happiness in their guts.
"So, is she your mate?" Kirishima finally broke the silence, maintain a low tone as to avoid you catching onto the sensitive topic.
"What the fuck?" Bakugo snapped lowly, eyes darting between you and the large redhead. "She's not my mate!"
His friend snorted with a large grin. "Then why were you so worked up over me scenting her? You wouldn't mind if I take her for my mate then?"
A low tone of warning sounded from the blonde, his fist curling around the man's collar. Kirishima showed his palms immediately with an apologetic smile.
"I'm joking Katsuki. I was just proving a point."
"What are you two doing?" You interrupted as both heads snapped towards you, Bakugo dropped the collar and stepped back.
"Nothing!" He snapped before striding forward. Kirishima chuckled as you followed closely behind to find out what got under your cat's fur, rubbing at the back of his neck where his shirt collar had rubbed into the skin.
"He's got it bad."
The three of you finished your purchases and returned to your small apartment where Kirishima bid his goodbyes. He pulled Bakugo aside for a brief moment before giving you the biggest hug and taking his leave and once again you were alone with your temperamental hybrid roommate.
You took the opportunity to clear out the closet in your spare bedroom so Bakugo had a place to keep his new things. Bakugo on the other hand had taken to making lunch since he declared he was hungry immediately upon the door shutting behind the red headed hybrid. You had told him he had thumbs now so he had no excuse as to why he couldn't get his own food. After a brief stare off (that you won) he began working on putting together something edible.
Returning to the kitchen you were hit with the most savory aroma and a plate shoved into your hands. "Here. Lunch is done." Your eyes met the blondes as you noted his soft tone, much lighter than it had been previously. "Thank you." You flashed him a bright smile, his face heating up.
"Oh you're flushed, maybe you should get away from the stove." Setting your plate down you raised your hand to feel his forehead with the back of your hand. He flushed even harder and sputtered as he attempted to make an excuse.
"Quit touching me dammit! I'm fine!" Puffing out your cheeks you turned with a huff and he released his own breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Why the hell did you garnish that reaction out of him?
You took a bite of the meal before you and groaned at the amazing mix of flavors bursting on your tongue. Your smug roommate held his jaw in his palm while watching you closely. You raised your chopsticks in salute before indicating with them to his own. "You going to eat?"
His smug look dropped just like his gaze to the utensils. "Oh fuck off." He grumbled before placing them in the proper spot once more, stealing quick glances at yours once again before he grabbed a piece of chicken perfectly. His smug look back on his lips at how quick he had picked up the skill while sticking it in his mouth.
Dishes were made quick work with the extra help, now that it was late in the evening after all the errands you ran it was time to discuss sleeping arrangements. The first night you had left him curled up on the couch since he had fallen asleep during the final movie. You had wrapped him in the blanket and he must've joined you later back in his feline form however now that things were different, things would have to change.
Flipping on the light switch inside the spare bedroom you stepped aside to let him inside. "Well this can be your room. I went ahead cleaned the closet out for you ealier so you can arrange everything the way you want it."
He cocked a brow while crossing his arms over his broad chest. The dark fabric stretched across to show the lines of his body even more which had you turning your face away as it heated hotter than the stove.
"No."
You snapped your gaze back to him. "What do you mean no?"
He shrugged while leaning against the door frame. "I said exactly what I mean. No. I've slept in your bed for how long now, why would that suddenly change?"
Your lips thinned into a line as he cocked a brow asking you to challenge him. "Because before you were… just a cat and now… You're… Not?"
His brows furrowed, "Just a cat?"
Chewing your lip you nodded, "I didn't know you could become… well like that and it's different."
He dropped his arms to begin moving towards you with a purpose, your body moving back until your knees hit the bed and fell back onto your ass. His arms caged you on either side of your hips, fists supporting him on the plush surface. He leaned in so close the tips of your noses brushed softly, "Are you saying this because I'm a man?"
Your breath caught as eyes locked, gulping before responding with a soft "Yes." A slow smirk crossed his lips as your face heated in embarrassment from his proximity. "Aren't you my fiancé?" Your face turned sour in realization of his teasing, pushing against his shoulders with your palms he chuckled while allowing you to shove him back.
You had choice words for him under your breath as he followed closely behind, chuckling the entire way. "Come back here I was joking." You shook your head as you rounded the couch in the attempts to get away from him.
"No you're an ass!" He snorted and chuckled a bit harder. "Come here, I'm a cat this is a fun game for me."
You huffed as you picked up the pace and squealed when he decided to forgo following you around the furniture and easily hopped over the back of the couch. Making a bolt for your bedroom you could hear his quick footsteps behind, calling your name. You had almost made it to the door when you were yanked up into the air, you squeaked and kicked as he chuckled lowly into your ear.
"Bakugo put me down dammit!" His arms constricted and held you tightly as his nose brushed along the back of your neck.
"No. Mine."
You stopped struggling, attempting to look back at him and confirm what you had heard. "What did you say?"
He shook his head, "I said No, fuck off." You huffed and crossed your arms, now looking more like the pissed off feline when he didn't get his favorite treats. His arm hooked under your knees and carried you bridal style into the bedroom before flopping you down on the soft mattress. "Stay." He demanded before exiting the room and disappearing into the spare.
Not to be one to be told what to do you hopped out of the bed in order to complete your nightly routine. You dug out a pair of shorts and your favorite sleep shirt from the dresser and made quick work changing out of your day clothes. You were in the midst of dealing with your hair when the bossy feline returned to the room now in his own comfortable outfit. He donned a new pair of the shorts he had chosen and some band tee with a skull on it. It happened to be the only shirt he absolutely demanded.
Eyeing the fact you had not followed directions his lip curled in annoyance. "The fuck? I told you to stay!" You placed your hands on your hips while mocking his tone. "I'm not a dog Bakugo, you don't give me orders. This is my house."
He rolled his eyes and scooped you up over his shoulder as you protested and wiggled in his grasp. "Sit still dammit!" He huffed before unceremoniously dropping you on your rear in bed. "Now scoot. This is my side." He shooed you with his hand and you shot him a look. With no indication you were going to move he finally huffed and used one hand to shove you over easily. Defeated you laid down and crossed your arms, Bakugo on the other hand was smug and content like the cat he was. HIs arms snaked around your waist and yanked you against his chest.
"Will you stop manhandling me?" You huffed as he chuckled, his warm breath hitting the back of your neck. "You used to pick me up and carry me around whenever you felt like it. How do you like it?"
Turning from him you attempted to squirm out of his grasp. "God dammit get back here!" His arms squeezed around your waist as he murmured your name against your ear. "What?"
"Thank you for today." His voice had gone gravelly with exhaustion, to which you had noticed was the only time he would apologize or give his gratitude verbally.
"You're welcome Bakugo."
"Katsuki."
"Hm?" You turned over just enough to see his serene face that had burried itself between your shoulder blades.
"Call me Katsuki."
"Okay." You turned in his arms as he nuzzled himself into your stomach now, your fingers running through his soft locks. His ears had returned along with his tail now that he was in his comfort zone the latter curling showing his contentment in this moment.
The days that followed of the weekend took some getting used to since you now had a whole other person living inside your home. You now had two meals to prepare, wait for someone to get out of the restroom and don't get you started on bathing.
The day after your shopping spree you had offered the shower to Katsuki who had looked at you as if you had grown a second head. "I clean myself." He had argued and even as you pointed out he was no longer a cat who could just lick himself clean, he promptly shifted into his cat form and began licking himself dramatically to spite you.
Sporting a mischievous grin you had picked up the now struggling feline and brought him over to the sink and filled it up with water.
"Either you bathe yourself in the shower or I bathe you now this way, your choice Kitty boy."
A brief stare off had ensued and once again emerging the victor he finally gave the briefest of nods so you released him onto the counter. Hopping down he changed mid jump and stood to his full height, glaring down at you while you gave nothing but a triumphant smirk.
"You want to try that again while I'm in this form food giver?" He curled his lip into a sly grin, revealing just one of his canines and you immediately dropped yours.
"No. Go take a shower, to quote my favorite cat. 'You stink.' "
His grin fell from his face and was immedaitely replaced with a scowl, you bit the inside of your cheek to refrain from smiling as he stomped away. He had grabbed a towel from the hall closet and slammed the bathroom door when you lost it. Wiping a tear and giving a little victory dance you returned to what you had been doing prior to the conversation.
The days you had been given off after finals were coming to a close and you would be returning back to school very shortly. Now that Katsuki was not a cat you could just leave food and water for, a plan of action had to be taken.
Did he want to get a job? Would he even have enough social skills for that since he had spent most of his life as a cat? Or would he be interested in going to school like you? These were the questions that plauged you as you lounged on the couch with the object of your worries resting his head against your legs. When your fingers stilled in his hair, deep in thought he cracked an eye open to watch as you chewed your lip.
HIs hand raised to catch your jaw, his rough thumb catching the fat of your lower lip and gently yanking it from the grip of your teeth. The action startled you, immediately earning your attention to his face. His vermillion eyes blinked slowly as he rasped "Don't chew on your lip. It's a bad habit."
Heat filled your face at the simple action as his hand fell back to rest on his chest. His eyes clothes once more slowly with his relaxed face, not a frown line or furrowed brow in sight. His other hand raised to grip your wrist and gave it just a slight shake before dropping back with the other once again. A smile you couldn't fight even if you wanted to filled up your face and you began threading your fingers through his soft locks once again. A low rumble you recognized as his purr penetrating the air.
"Katsuki." You began, tone soft as not to ruin the moment.
He hummed in response, leaning his head back just a bit to allow you more access to his ears for scratchies.
"What do you want in life?"
He finally cracked an eye, brows furrowing now as he gauged your expression. "What do you mean by that?"
You began scratching his ear furthest from you while contemplating your next words. "Do you, want to work? Would you be interested in going to school like I do to further education and get a good job one day? Become an artist or lawyer? I'm just interested in what you want to do since you're not stuck in your animal form any longer."
He mulled your words for a bit before shrugging his shoulders. "I guess I've never thought about it. All I've ever known is either living in a home, being fed my meals until it was ripped from me. Then living on the street I was hateful and bitter. I wanted nothing to do with humans or anyone really, then when shitty hair was trying to make me integrate and move on with my life? I shut down and just left."
He ran a hand over his face, you waited patiently knowing this was a hurtful subject for him when he lowered his hand and those beautiful eyes met yours.
"When you found me I had almost given up. I truly thought I was going to die. I had been yelling at strangers for hours hoping someone would help me, and you did. Nursing me back to health when you didn't have to, opening your home and putting up with my antics gave me what little faith I had back."
Tears brimmed your waterline at his statements, had you not found him or taken the time to help would he have passed in that alley? Alone, cold and hurt?
It squeezed your chest too much for you to even think about.
"Why are you asking anyway? Don't cry dummy." He brushed your tears away with the rough pad of his thumb as you sniffled to stop the tears from falling.
"I have to go back to school tomorrow and I didn't want to just leave you here alone to be bored every day. So I figured if you wanted to get a job or go to school to pass time we could talk with Kirishima and see if we could get you some papers or an ID since he mentioned he works with Hybrids like you who lived most of your life on the animal side and don't have birth records."
His gaze shifted from your face onto the wall for a few moments. He inhaled and exhaled a big sigh before he rolled his head back towards you.
"I want to go to school with you."
You smiled wide while scratching his ear once more. "What do you want to study?" His face dropped into a scowl, "I have to study something?"
You nodded with a curious expression, "What did you think school was?"
He crossed his arms with a scoff and an eye roll. "Apparently a place of torture by the way you complain about it."
You snorted and smacked his forehead with the tips of your fingers lightly for his teasing. He growled and rubbed the afflicted area, "I don't know. Can't I decide later?"
You nodded and pulled out your phone to shoot Kirishima a quick question about how to go about getting Katsuki his paperwork for school.
"Can't I just lay around the house all day like I used to?" He pouted those perfect full lips and you rolled your eyes at his musings. "No Katsuki, I told you already that you've proven to eat your share and them some of food. We've got to make some extra money somewhere to put food on the table. So either you go to school and we'll struggle through until we can get our dream jobs or you pick up a job somewhere. Capiche?"
He huffed but nodded and you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead where you had tapped him. His eyes went as wide as saucers and shot up. You stood from the couch as your phone began vibrating and swiped the answer button. Walking away chatting with apparently Kirishima who had decided to call back instead of text you left him dumbfounded on the couch, mouth gaping like a fish.
His hand raised to his forehead just over the spot as his face heated hotter than the surface of the sun. How could you earn these reactions from him for just a simple act you've done a hundred times in his cat form? His sharp gaze followed you as you paced back and forth with the conversation, laughing and smiling brightly at something your friend had said on the other side of the line. He curled back into the blanket with the fabric draped over his head so just his face peeked out as he continued to observe you.
Ever since the red head had stupidly brought up the conversation of "Mates" he had dumb thoughts running through his head.
You wouldn't make a great mate. No, you'd actually be the perfect mate dammit. You're sweet, actually a good cook even though you complain about it. You're extremely caring and go out of your way to help others even when you don't have to. Not to mention you're extremely sexy but that's the bonus.
The fact that he was big time attracted to you ran through his mind way too much for his liking.
The biggest plus? You're a cat person. Or more so an animal lover in general.
He huffed and pulled the fabric around him a bit tighter. His gaze falling along your curves as he watched you continue to pace with the conversation, your hand flailing as you attempted to get some point across.
He was going to do it. He was going to ask you to be his.
"Kirishima! I'm not discussing that with you!" Your sudden outburst and visible flustered expression caught his interest to that he tuned his sensitive ears on the conversation.
"You're lying to yourself if you're denying those sparks. I could see the way you looked at him the other day."
You squeaked and peeked over at Katsuki, hiding under the mass of blanket pretending to sleep in order to continue being his nosey self. You lowered your voice in vain and dashed away to your bedroom. He peeked an eye open upon hearing the door shut behind you and angled his ears in your direction to continue listening.
"I did not give him any special looks Eji. If anything it's wonder. He was my house cat and now he's a person! He's brash and rude, demanding… but he can be sweet, when he wants to. He acts like I'm an inconvenience but turns around and cuddles up to me. He's the hottest fucking man I've ever met in my god damned life and I swear if he walks around here without a shirt on again I'm going to fold!"
Katsuki snorted as he heard Kirishima loose it, loud laughs and embarrassed noises from you. "What was that last part?"
"Fucking forget it. I don't have feelings for my cat."
Katsuki's ears drooped with your final words, burring himself into the blanket further as he felt a pain in his chest he couldn't explain away. Why did that hurt so much? He tuned out the rest of the conversation, completely uninterested any longer.
So much for that.
Oop sorry to hit you with that angst. :| Stay tuned for the next part :)
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I really really enjoy ageswap AUs and would love to take a crack at one myself honestly. It's fun seeing different ideas and takes on things, and I like seeing kid Reigen being a little shit. So I keep thinking about how Serizawa in canon is essentially what Shigeo would be like had he not had Reigen to help him out as a kid, and so in an ageswap au I can see Shigeo ending up a hikikomori, never leaving his room/apartment for anything other than perhaps the barest necessities.
Perhaps one time on a short, midnight run to the local 24/7 convenience store to stock up on food for the next few weeks, Shigeo sees something, just close enough to notice the movement out of the corner of his eye. Some kid with a mop of blond hair turned a dull silver in the pale moonlight and luminescent street lamps lurking around alleyways armed with a bag of salt, saying something about melting evil spirits.
It's an odd sight, but it's none of his business. He wasn't expecting anyone out at this hour, which is why he went out for food at this time, so he moves to leave, just go back home and not go out for the next long, long while.
And then an actual evil spirit shows up, making Shigeo's hair stand on end from the sudden burst of spiritual energy, and the kid makes a startled noise that catches his attention. There's not a lick of psychic energy in that kid, and there's a rather nasty spirit looming over him. It's not like Shigeo can just leave him be, the table salt the kid is violently throwing isn't even doing anything. He could get hurt.
The spirit ends up exorcized, perhaps a bit more explosively than Shigeo would have liked but it's been a long time since he used his powers. Of course this catches the kid's attention, and when said kid turns around to notice this haggard looking man in pajamas at 1 AM with convenience store bags and standing near the entrance to a sketchy alleyway the kid decides that clearly the best course of action is to run directly up to him and start chattering about "Did you do that?! Are you a psychic?!" Shigeo tries making a run for it but this is a man who barely leaves his apartment and hasn't exercised since he was like 13 or 14 for PE classes so the kid catches up embarrassingly quickly.
The kid enthusiastically introduces himself as Reigen Arataka; Rising Star of the Psychic World and soon to be Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century. The kid, Reigen, goes on and on about how he was looking around for an evil spirit he's heard about from classmates at Salt Middle and from gossiping housewives he's passed by, and obviously since spirits are more active at night it's a great idea to go looking then.
And since Shigeo's a psychic, that means he has to teach this kid how to use psychic powers. Obviously.
Shigeo is not thrilled at the idea. Using his powers right then was a one time deal and he's not going to use them ever again because he'll explode and hurt everyone and-
But Reigen's not going to take no for an answer, he gives Shigeo a card for a sketchy looking business called Spirits & Such, run by one Kurata Tome. Reigen says that's where he's working after school and on weekends, and that he'll be taking Shigeo there the next day. Somehow, Reigen manages to get Shigeo's name and address from him before prancing off into the night like it's a totally normal thing for a what, 13?? year old to be doing. Shigeo goes home for the night, that was way too much interaction for him for the next decade. And it's not like that kid will actually remember this and show up at his apartment, right?
Shigeo wakes up to insistent rings of the doorbell some time in the afternoon, and he's content to just not answer but damn that is loud and persistent and just wont stop ringing so he begrudgingly cracks the door open to find Reigen in all his like 5'1" glory ready to drag Shigeo out of his apartment and to Spirits & Such, calling him Shishou all the while.
So it turns out this Kurata person recognizes his name as that kid who refused to join her Telepathy Club in Middle School, which is awkward. Shigeo's not quite sure how he got here, getting a job and a makeover even (Kurata insisted she cut his hair rather than let Reigen handle the scissors) but Reigen's persistent enough that he finds himself falling more into a routine working at S&S, and it's... it's nice, actually. He's finding his anxieties quelling and himself relaxing more, and talking with Kurata and Reigen isn't all that bad. He's getting himself back on his feet. Reigen is impressive with how he speaks with customers and a part of Shigeo wishes he could do that, wishes he could speak so clearly and understand people so easily. He's working on it, bit by bit.
And then he finds himself questioning his life choices because of a spirit haunting an all-girl's high school, shutting down a cult and gaining a sentient fart cloud as a companion, running into a TV celebrity who happens to also be an esper, and a whole lot of other things go down that leaves Shigeo's head spinning.
#mp100#mp100 ageswap#kageyama shigeo#reigen arataka#kurata tome#might as well tag her too even tho she didnt get as much attention this post rip#phantom bunnies#id love to try writing this as a proper fic sometime#im just still plotting out more details at the moment#i thought it may be nice to share my thoughts for the start though#feel free to add on to this and or send your own ideas and such through the askbox#i love hearing other peoples ideas its why i keep searching for posts on this haha
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Saiki Kusco would have the absolute worse time of his life sitting at the same table as L and Light on like a desert outing.
Like this idea has me literally vibrating, shaking like a purring cat.
Short write-up thoughts in italics!
My name is Saiki Kusco and I'm a PSI user
I accidentally got involved with a weirder bunch then normal, and if you've been keeping track of my story that should say something.
"What kind of desert did you want, on me." L says dryly
Light pulls a menu to his face "I'm not sure yet"
From a normal humans perspective this is a totally normal gathering of college students, but not for a PSI user l, I see, feel and hear things a little differently then others. Most importantly I can hear their thoughts as clearly as if they were speaking them
"Dammit this is clearly another test to see if I am Kira!"
Did I mention I happened to be sitting with the biggest serial killer of all time, almost disturbing enough to skip out on the free coffee jelly...almost
"This shop is known for their Apple Turnovers, yes L I can deduce your whole plan, Gods of Death love apples, so if I order the apple dish I am Kira, but if I purposely order something else to avoid suspicion it be a clue as well wouldn't it! Lucky me I have a plan!"
This man is giving me a serious migraine and the creepy one with the bags around his eyes is just as bad.
"Light Yagami I know your smart enough to deduce the ploy with the apple dish, you don't realize the fact your "not sure" about your order makes you a half percent more suspicious by the second, Light Yagami would know what to order before he walked in, the apple dish obviously it's a one in a lifetime opportunity to eat a desert so highly rated. Only if Light Yagimi was Kira would he hesitate."
Good grief why was I even invited, I telepathic broadcast my order, a coffee jelly.
"Really?" Light asks "Did you know this place is known for their apple desert you should really get one of them."
"This is exactly why I suggested Saiki come along, one person not ordering the signature is odd, two means that YOU miscalculated L!
Don't use me in your plan you egotistical bastard.
#death note#the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki kusuo#saiki k#saiki no psi nan#i could continue but its 7min till midnight
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Oh say more about Rojascorp queen.......
I am going to try and articulate my feelings on Rojascorp in a way that is coherent and intelligent (honestly those words have never been used to describe my writing in my entire life) BUT here goes.
What I think I really love about Rojascorp is the tension derived from the dynamic of "I love you, I hate you, I will always be a part of you" and the way that those phrases act in a fluid state throughout the course of their decades long relationship.
I think that dynamic is very much heightened by the fact that the bond between Lena and Andrea occurs in their teenage and early adulthood. It feels like a rite of passage as a queer woman to have a homoerotic friendship with someone in your teenage years that simultaneously destroys you and shapes the way you view all of your future relationships. If I can push a little further and consider the topography of Lena's life, Andrea enters at a period where she has first lost her mother but not yet had her relationship with Lex distorted by his evildoing. This means that she would (if we are to just engage with them hypothetically as romantic partners/girlfriends/whatever), likely represent a first heartbreak and first true betrayal for Lena. There is something so uniquely tactile with the combination of first love and first heartbreak, especially for a character like Lena and I find it totally fascinating! Much the same could be said about Rhaenicent.
I also think a parallel that you could draw between Rhaenicent and Rojascorp is the way that class and rank could act as further strains on a budding romantic relationship (beyond just the boilerplate misogyny and homophobia). For Alicent and Rhaenyra the restriction is very clear, they are royals who need heirs. To engage in a relationship with another woman would disrupt the social fabric in a way so devastating that they could never recover. The way these women contend with this fate is one of the main strands of the show. Rhaenyra is able to find companionship with a man and Alicent, unable to do so in a similar capacity, retreats further into her religious zealotry and role as a mother (I LOVE show!alicent, please don't get me wrong, but I think it's hard to deny the way that her religion offers a clear escape and in many ways a form of self-punishment -- I could go on and on about Rhaenicent, I love them. BUT I don't think that is what you were after)
Where this gets a little more tricky to see clearly, in part because of the CW's awful writing and in part because of the very American romanticized ideal of a self-made millionaire/billionaire, is with Lena. If we are to believe that Lena is the sole inheritor of an aristocratic legacy as a billionaire, that imposes an entirely different set of social constraints on who she could involve herself with romantically. The CW (in my opinion) does a very bad job of portraying Lena as a wealthy person (her clothes, her offices, just the general ways she lives her life are so horribly distorted from the true level of wealth she is meant to have). But if we are to even bring a fraction of the physics that apply to the normal billionaire class, you again encounter the same issue: you need an heir. Just for reference, if you look at a list of the top 10 wealthiest women, all of them (sans the Waltons for hopefully pretty obvious reasons) have children who could act as dynastic inheritors. This would further complicate the potential for a romantic relationship with a woman. Although Andrea is likely of the same class (we get hints of it when we see her with her dad and obviously she's at the same Andover/Exeter/Trinity-coded boarding school), she is a woman which I would argue imposes the exact same restrictions as it does on Rhaenyra/Alicent, especially if we are going to dive into the WASP vibes that I think are implied with Lillian/just the American aristocratic class in general. This would heighten the taboo nature of the relationship, and make the realization of the weight of queerness all the more impactful (maybe I'm just too far into my reread of Oranges forgive me if this is not making any sense).
I think these two layers of first love/heartbreak and first bite of (for lack of more eloquent wording) the forbidden fruit, are so compelling and would be so informative about Lena as a character if they were applied. Her cynicism and general guardedness would have been seeds sewn not only by her mother's death but by the subsequent tragedies and betrayals she felt with her first romantic partner. Her overreaction and decision to create a tool that would force people to tell the truth, and only the truth, would hold so much more weight if paired with a B-plot that introduced her early heartbreak and parallels to Kara's betrayal. I am a horrible fiction writer, but if I were ever to write a character study of Lena in the form of a ficlet, Andrea would have to be a part of it purely as there is just so much to explore with her as a character alone and in Lena's early adulthood.
(One last thing then I will shut up I promise haha)
In a meta sense, I think what becomes clear to me is that Andrea seems to demonstrate how not canonizing supercorp was just as much about the "corp" as it was about the "super". I think I was always under the impression that the CW kept from canonizing supercorp as it would "endanger" (sorry, I hope you get my point here) their titular character. The risk to the network was in making their main character queer, not in making Lena queer. I think Andrea really offered them an easy out in this regard. Supercorp was well established as possible among the fans, and Lena had broken up with James for a number of episodes. Inserting a new romantic pairing would be easy and introducing Andrea as a former fling would be an easy way to make Lena queer (and hopefully appease fans [I know, I know. But let's think like a showrunner here]) but still make her unavailable for pairing with Kara. Andrea's lover could have easily been swapped with a brother, paralleling Lena's own fractured relationship with Lex. Lena would do anything for Lex, just as Andrea would do anything for her brother including betraying her girlhood fling. I guess in that sense it felt like such a natural way to simultaneously please the network and the fans who (obviously, rightfully) were frustrated at the overall romantic coding of two ostensibly straight women. Alex or Sam could have also presented viable options, but I think neither fit as smoothly into the position of "Lena's-fling-turned-ex-turned-fling-and-guess-what-she's-now-evil". I was really peripherally tuned into the show/drama pre-2020 so obviously I could be missing something but I guess that felt like a very obvious missed opportunity. The only thing I can really conclude is that they valued Lena not being queer just as much as Kara not being queer (maybe two queer female couples was too much? I'm not sure).
TLDR: I love supercorp with my whole heart AND I think Rojascorp is an incredible pairing and dynamic to explore. I think they have a lot of fanon parallels to Alicent and Rhaenyra (I could go on and on about Rhaenicent/HotD/ASOIAF but I think this is too long of an answer already, haha). There are a few Rojascorp fics/fic writers that I cling to with my entire heart and soul, I love you guys <3
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I was honestly today-years-old when I realised the post-Impel Down outfit isn't necessarily a dress shirt & slacks combination.
Don't get me wrong, I do like a good D&S combo? But a black dress shirt with grey slacks and a green cravat were a choice*.
I think, in the manga, the collar is perennially drawn as the style a pressed dressed shirt would have, but also the way it is like vest lapels on my dearly beloved figure (see below).
Further points**:
What I assumed to be the shoulder seam isn't, in fact, the shoulder seam. The edge goes all the way around and does not connect to the sleeve.
The cloth folds around the armpit do not match up in the way they would if they were meant to be continuous fabric
On that note, notice the difference in fold size, suggesting there's a difference in fabric thickness
The figure's actual arm joint matches up with where the shirt seam would be, which is neat from a construction standpoint. And you can see how it continuous neatly across that joint as you'd expect if both sides are meant to be the same fabric. Thus strengthening my first point.
But then he did tuck it into his pants like you would a shirt, which is... a choice.
On a final note, totally missed opportunity for an absolutely excellent statement belt? I am hating on this one so much. I forgive the manga/anime because it would be a pain to draw, but may I raise you:
Or, for those less adventurous days:
No, I don't have a thousand-and-one opinions about his clothing. I am completely normal about the man.
*Poor Croco is probably colour blind and clearly Robin isn't heckling him into changing the way Shivs used to
**Courtesy of me being as about the poor figure as a 10-year-old with a new Barbie
#sir crocodile#one piece crocodile#crocodile one piece#one piece sir crocodile#sir crocodile one piece#crocodile#dilfodile#crocaine#buggy thoughts#one piece#one piece figures#one piece characters#op crocodile#crocodile op
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