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jungle-angel · 7 months

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Seeing Spots: Part 1 (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett are surprised beyond words when Royal brings home an early Christmas present for the two of you

Tagging: @desert-fern Fern my friend, I made good on my promise last night and here it is (lol).

You and Rhett were all too happy to be walking around the ranch on such a crisp day. The snow had begun to fall, almost completely blanketing the land in its frosty, wintery glory. You weren't too huge of a fan of having the cattle out in the field all day, but they desperately needed to graze before the hands took them all in for the night while the same went for the horses.

"Gonna be a Vikings' winter darlin," Rhett remarked feeding one of the mares a carrot from the kitchen fridge.

"Ugh," you groaned. "Don't remind me."

"Cows ain't gonna be the issue either it's the damn horses," Rhett added. "Can't get'em in the barn all at once, they spook during snowstorms..."

"You know what we need?" you asked.

"A fuckin drink," Rhett chuckled.

"No," you laughed. "We need a horse dog."

"We've got Diesel though," Rhett said.

"Rottweilers are cattle dogs Rhett."

"And Ruby."

"Rhett," you said giving him the side eye look. "Ruby's practically a lapdog."

"Hey I once saw said lapdog come runnin back with a dead bird in her mouth and drop it at Dad's feet," Rhett pointed out. "Cockers are bird dogs, fight me on it."

You laughed and shook your head. You couldn't remember how many times Cecelia's little squish nosed cocker spaniel had come running back to the house with a bird to drop on the front porch, annoying the hell out of Royal who thought it was the cats.

You heard the crunch and snap of frozen gravel a minute later and saw Royal pulling the truck up the driveway and Ruby barking in the upstairs window. Rhett noticed the sneaky grin on his father's face and the laugh that followed, knowing instantly that Royal was up to something.

"Dad what'd you do?" Rhett questioned.

"Nothin son, nothin," Royal insisted.

"Don't gimme that look Dad," Rhett told him. "Either ya'll did something to piss Ma off or ya'll beat the shit outta Perry again."

"Nah Perry's still in jail, he ain't gettin out Amy's twenty one," Royal chuckled. "I was gonna save it for Christmas but I figured I'd better not."

You and Rhett looked at each other, scrunching your eyebrows with curiosity at what your father-in-law could have possibly gotten you.

Royal opened the back door to the truck and to your astonishment, out jumped two Dalmatians, a male and a female with the most gorgeous black and white coats you had ever seen. Your jaws dropped when they came running right to you, putting their paws up and licking your faces as you and Rhett scritched their ears.

"Dad where the hell did you find these two?" Rhett asked, giving the male his full share of ear scritches.

"Found'em downtown at the shelter," Royal answered. "Billy said he went up to the res to go see Shania's family and they were just wanderin around."

"Lemme guess," Rhett said. "Mrs. Burch made a big stink about'em?"

"Fuckin bitch threatened to have'em put down if she found'em in her yard," Royal spat. "She called and complained to Joy about it, but ya'll know her."

Rhett chuckled a little as the male let out a high pitched whine, giving Rhett his paw. "Well," he said. "They'll have a good home here."

"That's exactly why I got'em," Royal explained. "It's you and (y/n) in dog form."

Rhett laughed again and hugged his father. "Thanks Dad," he said.

"Not a worry son," Royal told him. "They're gonna need names, just so you know."

Rhett instantly began to remember the days when he was a small child, the tough days when Cecelia would have to go to Casper to take care of her mother, leaving Rhett to stay home with Royal. Royal had unfortunately not been the most attentive, having to deal with Perry's behavioral problems both at home and at school, leaving Rhett in the care of Grandpa River and Oma Heidi, his grandparents. Rhett remembered those cold winter days when Oma Heidi would make him a cozy spot in her basement and let him watch movies on the weekends, the woodstove going while he was snuggled amongst all the blankets and pillows she had made and some she had brought with her from Switzerland. Suddenly, the memory of one of his favorite films sprang into his mind and so too did the perfect names for your new companions.

"Remember when I was real little and Oma Heidi would let me watch all those Disney movies in her basement?" Rhett asked him.

"Yeah ya'll watched A Hundred And One Dalmatians until the damn tape broke," Royal laughed.

Rhett smiled and bit his lip.

"The hell's that look for?" Royal asked him.

"I've got the perfect names for'em," Rhett chuckled.

You cast that same look at your husband, knowing that Amy would love them too. And so it was, your newfound friends were named Pongo and Perdita by Rhett, their names springing from the childhood memories he held near and dear to him.

Very quickly the two had proved their worth on the ranch, guiding the horses back into the barn at night amidst the howling wind and snow, calming them too when they would get spooked by the loud winds or the snapping of the timbers in the cold. At night, you and Rhett were all too glad to have them with you, Royal, Cecelia, Amy, Hannah and your twin boys.

Those nights were spent by the fireplace in your living room, the fire crackling away while Rhett, Royal, Rip Wheeler, Kayce and John Dutton and two of your friends from the res, Wes Redwood and his father Russel and their families, gathered in your home to banish the winter blues. One night while you and Cecelia were clearing away the dishes, the boys had all begun to sing around the fire while Pongo and Perdy jumped in with them, their howls throwing everyone into a fit of laughter. Some mornings you would awake to find your two spotted friends either in Amy's room, Hannah's room or in the boys' nursery, safely protecting them while they slept.

And you couldn't have asked for a better pair than that.

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #amy abbott #royal x cecelia

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thewanderer-000 · 5 months

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Grandpa

Music Sunday

Tagged by @cassietrn @cloudofbutterflies92 @carlosoliveiraa @simplegenius042 I can't remember who has tagged me in a music thing, this was something I wrote that had music kinda involved. My severe ADHD itdn't focused at the moment lol or hasn't been focused for a long while, actually it's a bit of a roller-coaster in the creative department lol

Deputy Penelope Thompson sat tying her shoe getting ready to leave after her one of her many flings with Jacob. Penelope couldn't help it but hum the song she had stuck in her head, Jacob looked at her wondering what was the song. It sounded familiar but he couldn't place it for the life of him, definitely wasn't something he's heard in long, long time.

"Did daddies really never go away?

Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days

Whoa, whoa, grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days" Penelope sang as she fastened her bullet proof vest, she heard me roll on to my side to hear her better.

"Hm, what is that?" I asked, Penelope looked confused like she forgot what she was singing. She pulled a t-shirt over covering her vest, Pen looked around my office room like she'd find the name here. Cute, she's kinda forgetful.

"I don't remember the name but the tune and some lyrics are in my head at the moment" she says have finally given up on remembering the song and artist.

"Pen, you know you looked cute trying to find the answer in this room, still waking up angel" I tease, she gave an eye roll and turned away.

"Whatever, big talk from a man sitting naked in bed still" I swat at her ass, Penelope giggled, I pulled her by the pants pocket to sit on my bed.

"How about you sing more of that song, well, what you remember?" She looked at me annoyed but also like she was trying to focus on the lyrics.

"Uh, that's all I remember, unfortunately" Penelope assured me with a little smirk on her lips, lips that I wanted to kiss, so I did. She immediately pulled away.

"I have to go, Eli has me busy with the resistance, remember" I gather her in my arms and nod no as I continue to keep her.

"Mmm, Jacob. Mmm-I, mm-have-to-mmm-Ja-" I have her on my lap and she doesn't try to leave again, I have her where I want. Til she pulled away quickly with a little excited look on her face as she nestled into me.

"Hey, what-"

"It's a Judds song, uh- Grandpa! You don'tknow how long that was plaguing me not remembering the artist and song" she said happily, relief on her face.

"Do you fall in love and stay?" I sing remembering that one part of the song, Penelope rolled her eyes and laughed.

"Shut up. You're cute, you know that?" She giggled and kissed my forehead and tried to leave again.

"Not happening. I worked so hard and come to find out I had time to lay back for a day or so you are staying here" I say holding her to me, she laughed and lay against me.

"Oh, well if that's how I get a naked Jacob why not say sooner" she said slipping her hands under her clothes to take off her bullet proof vest. I let her then she got it off and tossed it away, and got comfortable with me.

"Hm, you like this old naked bod?" I question, Penelope softly smacked my arm, and made a noise that I chuckled at.

"Don't say a derogatory word about my babe" she said and looked at me with little angry eyes, and I laughed at her cute face.

"You're sweet on me, I think too long in this shit pit of a bunker may have warped your lovely brain there darlin'" I teased, and she bite me but it was hot, so I slap her beautiful butt, she stopped to laugh.

"I don't think so" she just kissed my face a moment and lay back down, cuddling me, enjoying our time together.

"But I do have to go get someone to cover my shift if I'm going to be here with you, instead of occupying the shooting range" I sigh but smile and release Penelope, but not before trying to keep her on top of me. She kisses my forehead, her hands holding me still and then push me into the bed as she jumps off me.

"I'll be back Big Daddy Jake Cakes" Penelope says casually before she leaves my room making my face & ears hot and beet red. This woman will be the death of me, but I can't wait for her to get back.

#Penelope Thompson x Jacob Seed #Penelope Thompson #Jacob Seed #FarCry5 #Far Cry 5 #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #I love calling Jacob Big Daddy Jake Cakes

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aroace-poly-show · 6 months

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also a thing for you if you ever want to ramble about hw- what's emu's story for this? how did she get into illustration, and how did she meet the troupe?

RAUGH I ALWAYS WANT TO RAMBLE AND IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS TY FOR ASKING!!!! also took a while this time my bad man. the route my bus takes has very very shit internet so i couldn’t continue my draft during my ride 💔

anywayyy. good lord this is fucking long. im sorry.

for emu, i’m still figuring stuff out with her, but i’ve been thinking about her a lot more recently, and so far what i’ve got is that she has a little bundle of issues including grief over her grandpa, toxic positivity and not letting herself feel negative emotions properly, some internalized hatred of herself and how childish she is following an argument w shosuke, and generally feeling kinda lost, like the rest of hw, after wonder stage closed bc she doesn’t know what to do w/o shows. yknow.

so like. she still has her whole thing w/ her grandpa. and she while she wasn’t doing the *best* she wasn’t doing that bad in the mental health department. still wasn’t letting herself like. grieve properly. but she wasn’t the worst. she performed a lot on wonder stage and knew that the stage was in danger of being closed down, so she tried really hard to keep it from happening. but the actors for wonder stage began to leave as time went on and the ones who stayed didn’t really get why she was so persistent in keeping this stage open when the others in the park were better and shit. and she didn’t have much help. so unfortunately despite her best efforts wonder stage was kinda doomed for closure. butttt she’s not giving up yet. so she tries to convince her brothers to not close it, or at least to just give her some more time. which Does Not Go Well. shosuke gets real frustrated with her and starts yelling and shit. and while keisuke shuts him down once he gets too heated. well. it’s kinda too late. with what he said about her being childish and demanding that she just grow up already and stuff like that, my girl takes that to heart. and then with the official closure of wonder stage…yeah…she’s not doing the best…

emu’s grief here is made worse w/ the wonder stage closure. cause like. that was her and her grandpa’s favorite stage. girl feels like she failed him. she loved that stage. she loved doing shows there. it was something she had to remind her of her grandpa. and now it’s closed. :(

since then she’s been. different. like it’s just barely noticeable to a lot of people but she’s definitely changed. she smiles and acts cheery and seems like her usual self but like. her smile isn’t quite the same. she’s not quite as talkative. she avoids her brothers a lot more. and her brothers have noticed btw and they both feel AWFUL. especially shosuke. they done fucked up and they know it.

also like technically she could keep doing shows, after all theres the other stages in pheonix wonderland, and she has experience in doing shows + is related to the people who literally own the place so it wouldn’t be hard for her to join one of those stages. but she doesn’t bc after all that, she thinks her goal of just wanting to bring smiles to people is childish. shows make her so so happy but she thinks it’s immature and naive of her to still want to pursue that, especially considering she failed last time. it’s a silly and childish path to pursue, and she needs to pull her head out of the clouds and grow up already, like her brother says. so despite loving shows with all her heart, she gives up on doing them. but since shows are so important to her, she doesn’t rlly know what to do without them, so that’s where that feeling lost stuff comes in. yknow.

for her art, i just think she enjoyed art in general, and with her grief and the wonder stage closure it helped her cope. i have a very specific idea in my head of her style. but i cant remember the artist here on tumblr that i think she does art like. if i can remember their name i will though. i might actually do a post dedicated to what i think her art style is like….

not set in stone just yet, but what i’m thinking for the original meet up is that she meets nene first. nene does music and emu finds it, and it gives her some inspiration for some art. she posts it and credits nene’s music as what inspired her, and nene is so fucking honored. through some light encouragement from rui nene gets the courage to dm emu to tell her thank you, and they start chatting!! they get along pretty well and emu starts making art for nene’s music. eventually rui has the idea to start animating them, so they can make music videos for the songs, and boom hw gets its beginnings online.

this happens before wonder stage closure btw. when it does close, emu disappears from their group chat for a bit. she comes back like nothing happens and while she doesn’t tell them what happened, they both notice she doesn’t talk about what shows shes doing anymore, or shows in general. nene and rui are both very sad at this btw. seeing emu have so much love for shows and be able to talk about them like she did was really nice, so to see her stop with that and seemingly not enjoying shows anymore after something happened, just like they did, it sucks. :(

anyway i think my timeline is like. during nene’s last year of middle school when she transfers to home schooling, she starts doing music -> everything i just mentioned here happens -> eventually they meet tsukasa, and he joins the group -> hollow ☆ wonderland does its thing as a group for a while -> main story shit happens. yeah. 👍

uhhhh. dear god i’m so bad at explaining my thoughst. augh. i hope this made some amount of sense. and that i wasn’t too repetitive lsajdkhfgyfdhsj. anyway miscellaneous emu thingies now.

like i mentioned, wonder stage hasn’t been replaced yet, it’s just closed down and sectioned off. so emu still visits it all the time. there is nothing being done to maintain it. so it is absolutely unsafe. but does emu care. no. girlie wants to disappear and while she’s not *planning* on dying, if she had to die anywhere she wouldn’t mind if it was at wonder stage. she draws there a lot.

a lot of her drawings are traditional!! with lots of bright colors and crayons and colored pencils. she has lots of fun drawing.

this applies to non-au emu as well but she has gifted stickers to all her friends. nene’s synthesizer is covered in them.

wonder stage was closed off at sunset. btw. just to give her another reason to hate sunsets.

#asks #hollow ☆ wonderland #i dont have as many miscellaneous things for her unfortunately. i am thinking stuff up though #jesus fucking christ this is long #oh my god #im unwell about them all if you couldn’t tell. dear lord.

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liquidstar · 2 years

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And I finally finished up this batch of OCs too!!! The members of the Gladiatoria guild! Again click the pics for a better view :p

Gladiatoria, also known as the warrior’s guild, is almost completely comprised of the flashiest glory-seeking types, so you can imagine they’re fairly competitive, making them another formidable rival guild for the main cast. In fact, Gladiatoria is currently ranked as the #1 guild, even though it’s relatively new. Most likely because of the incredibly strict (to put it lightly) regiment of the guildmaster, Mars. It really takes a certain type of person to not be chewed out in this rigorous process. How long is this system really sustainable though?

Anyway, just like with Pandemonium, I’ll put some individual character info and close-ups under the cut!

Name: Mars

Name Origin: The planet named after the Roman God of war

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 71

Guild rank: Guildmaster

Weapon: Spear

Ethos (Power): Goliath

Flaw power is based on: Straight up abusive

Notes: Literally the world’s worst grandpa. Still bitter about shit that happened like 40 years ago

Name: Antares

Name Origin: The star “antares“ which name literally means “like ares” or, more aptly, “like mars”. It’s one of the most likely stars to go supernova

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 18

Guild rank: 4 star

Weapon: Three section staff

Ethos (Power): Charred azure

Flaw power is based on: Rage

Notes: Mar’s grandson. My brother said he looks like he’d be voiced by Bakugou unfortunately

Name: Alphard

Name Origin: The star alphard, literally meaning “the individual,“ it’s the brightest star in Hydra and sometimes called “lonely alphard.”

Pronouns: They/them

Age: 19

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Hook swords

Ethos (Power): Personify

Flaw power is based on: People-pleasing

Notes: Are thousands of shallow relationships a replacement for one meaningful one?

Name: Suhail

Name Origin: From the star whose full name is technically “al Suhail al Wazn” which means “Smooth plain of the weight” referring to the sails of the argo navis

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 19

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Throwing stars

Ethos (Power): Detonation

Flaw power is based on: Emotional

Notes: Probably the easiest person to talk to in the guild despite the blast-induced tinnitus

Name: Solarium/Sol

Name Origin: A defunct constellation whose name means “sun dial”

Pronouns: He/they

Age: 21

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Jian sword

Ethos (Power): Solar blaze

Flaw power is based on: Ostentatious

Notes: Based his entire personality on being a prettyboy

Name: Hypatia

Name Origin: An exoplanet named after the ancient philosopher Hypatia

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 29

Guild rank: 4 star

Weapon: Whip

Ethos (Power): Abrasion

Flaw power is based on: Condescension

Notes: She couldn’t look uncool if she tried

Name: Dia

Name Origin: A moon of Jupiter whose name means “Divine” (Though derived from a different god, Zues/Jupiter in this case)

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 25

Guild rank: 5 star

Weapon: Wind-And-Fire wheels

Ethos (Power): Consequence

Flaw power is based on: Unyielding

Notes: Also Antares’s sister, and by extent Mar’s granddaughter.

Name: Tiaki

Name Origin: A star in Grus, the crane constellation

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 27

Guild rank: 5 star

Weapon: Chigiriki

Ethos (Power): Calamity

Flaw power is based on: Callous

Notes: He’s really just here to have a blast, he straight up does not care about anything else

Name: Harriot

Name Origin: An exoplanet named for the person who first drew pictures of the moon through a telescope. More importantly it sounds like “hare”

Pronouns: They/she

Age: 18

Guild rank: 2 star

Weapon: Metal sole boots

Ethos (Power): Barge

Flaw power is based on: Impatient

Notes: They probably takes things just a bit too seriously, but she’s a noobie after all.

Name: Vespa

Name Origin: A former name of Musca Borealis, “Vespa” means “Wasp”

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 23

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Stingers

Ethos (Power): Ionize

Flaw power is based on: Vainglorious

Notes: She thinks she’s the main character of life just because she has cool flashy powers and heterochromia

#finn's ocs #finn's art #oc references #i did a few sort of new things w my style in this set so i hope it looks okay!#stuff like adding those motion lines or the way id color the sort of definition lines or drew some of the lips #sort of just experimenting a bit to make things more lively <3 #im sooo tired and im posting these at 3am so i hope ppl will still see them........ ive been working on this set for like #3 months? thats in between stuff obviously. esp artfight. but still #BUT this means i have a total of 69/136 characters done. THATS MORE THAN HALFWAY!!#AND its the funny sex number. as if things couldnt get any better!#but in all seriousness hi i llove ocposting and thank you to all those who indulge me lol

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its-to-the-death · 5 months

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Bracket E thoughts:

"Brand New Day" and "Alive" are both very good, but I'm a sucker for Anthony Warlow's Hyde. He just sounds so happy to unleash his inner evil! :)

"Philistine" fucking slaps, and as much as I love "Snuff Out the Light," I want to make everyone appreciate this rockin' number as much as I do. She spends the entire song ripping Travis apart, pointing out how his vengeance doesn't make him noble, his anger doesn't make him cool, and he's a pervy otaku. She rhymes aeternum with sternum. Having listened to both versions, I think the English version is better in the vocals because they're clearer, but the Japanese version has a kickass climax at 3:15.

I'm a perpetual fan of GLaDOS' songs, and I really enjoy the thinly veiled spite in "Still Alive."

"Mean Green Mother From Outer Space" is a fun song, but I am a self-admitted sucker for Joey Richter being a hammy villain in "Wagon on Fire".

Further research has indicated "Grand Ceremony" is indicative of the pompousness and fakeness of Manley, who is universally regarded as a prick. I don't know this game, but I can definitely get that vibe from this one.

"In the Dark of the Night" is always a classic, but I voted for "A Million Gruesome Ways to Die" because it's hilarious to me that Barnaby is threatening to kill the player in all sorts of gruesome ways the same way you'd offer a bunch of options to a really picky customer at a restaurant. He's just trying to be helpful, he's so enthusiastic about it!

Dawn M Bennett my beloved makes this modern-day hypocritical dirty cowgirl seem unironically cool every time she sings. Also the Banzai Blasters apparently just fucking shot her parents to death which is some fucking whiplash from "Great at Crime," to say the least. Anyway go listen to Zora's surprise musical backstory.

This might just be because I'm not an Ace Attorney fan, but I didn't really get a lot out of Distant Traces of Beauty" in terms of villainy? Like from what I've read it makes sense in context but it just doesn't give me the villain vibes I was hoping for. Also I have to give points to "I'm a Professional" for being made up entirely on the spot.

SO PREPARE FOR THE COUP OF THE CENTURY! BE PREPARED FOR THE MURKIEST SCAM--

Holy shit that's Captain Marvel's actress? How and why the fuck is she rocking that song so well??? Anyway vote for "Black Sheep," a.k.a the much-needed "fuck you Scott" song.

Ok I submitted "Grandpa's Going to Sue the Pants Off of Santa," but...it's not a good song. It's really not. And even without knowing Les Mis that well, Alun Armstrong is doing such a good job of getting across who Thénardier is by being such a delightful scumbag.

I already can tell "Slipping" is going to win, which is fair, but I needed to vote for "What You Feel" because it is a bop.

As several people have pointed out, "That's Not How the Story Goes" is not really a villain song so much as a song lamenting the horror of the world they live in which happens to feature Count Olaf. Since the villain is listed as Olaf and not The Narrative Itself, I voted for "The Whole Being Dead Thing," which is also a very good song in a completely opposite direction from its opponent.

Holy fuck, why is "Where There's A Whip, There's A Way" so good. Why do the orcs harmonize so well. What the shit.

Have I mentioned that I love Queen Latifah's singing? Because I love her singing. She is having so much fun here.

"Open Up Your Eyes" is a pretty good villain song in an unfortunately mediocre movie that tells me a lot about who the villain is and why she villains, while "You Will Remember" veered kind of too hard into generic rock song territory. Like, I know it's supposed to be an allusion to Ember's backstory, but that backstory wasn't even in the show itself...

Oh yeah and also the person who uploaded that video apparently committed a shooting, which isn't relevant to this bracket, but was a big surprise when I scrolled down to the comments.

Some good opinions 👍

#pulling from the pot of asks #villain song showdown

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berestweys · 2 years

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Kinnporsche Rewatch - Episode 12

Summary: Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too So I stayed in the darkness with you

Or, alternatively, for people who still have their wits about them (not me): Some boys fuck up and other boys fuck.

Favorite Line: “If you’re feeling sad it means it’s important.”

Porsche’s Wacky Antics: Arm and Porsche together again! CODE RED we must spy on Kinn immediately to make sure he’s not cheating, using Arm’s Super Secret Spyware. Uh oh, CODE BLACK Arm you gotta go catch them red-handed! … Uh oh this is... not cheating but. Uh oh. Elsewhere, he moves Chay into the Main Family house, moves him back into Porsche and Chay’s house, and we already know because this is a rewatch that in short order he’s going to move Chay back into the Main Family house.

Why is Chay crying? He’s sad he’s about to break Porsche’s heart by not going to his Music Academy University interview. Come ON kid.

Woe is Big: Still dead. Still no wake. Poor Big.

Tankhun Highlight: Tankhun has disappeared from my eyeballs. Disappointing.

A Woman Speaks: University student asks Chay if he’s here for his interview. When he says no, she goes and starts greeting other students.

What’s Pete eating, and who prepared it for him? Pete doesn’t eat anything. Of the two of them, Vegas is the only one eating. 🍑 He savors it.

Vegas Report: Vegas and his assortment of wide leg pants emphasizes how pocket-sized he is. I would like to pat him on the head. Right as his big pet is recovering and regaining his spark, Vegas’ littlest pet is sick and he fails his dad again. “Everything my dad gives me to do is important,” and Vegas failed in keeping any of the pets foisted on him by his stylish fuck of a father alive. His life is pathetic, and Macau is the same. Being born into the Minor Family is a Series of Unfortunate Events.

Shipping Activities

KinnPorsche: Oh nooooo Porsche’s spying reveals Kinn was behind the debt to force Porsche to take the bodyguard job. People in love don’t lie to each other, Kinn! He was following Korn’s orders and he didn’t know Porsche then. He promises he’ll do better & help Porsche find any answer he wants. He waits until Porsche’s body language indicates permission to touch, and they are such dumbasses with the constant lying and mistrust (it’s hilarious I love it) but they also demonstrate respect for each other? Kinn’s excited to be a domestic goddess at Porsche and Chay’s house – isn’t bread and water a delicious snack? (From a purely Watsonian perspective, these dudes are obsessed with eating bread.) They talk about who has the best home and Kinn is firm that he wants to be in whatever house has Porsche in it. Kinn supports Porsche when they go to take revenge on the dude who supposedly killed his parents, but Porsche can’t hurt someone’s grandpa. Of course he can’t. They revisit the back of Hum Bar where they first met and they start all over again, with no secrets between them (Once again, Ha!). Then there’s bug eating and this time I skipped over that shit because I can only tolerate one watch-through of bugs.

VegasPete: Okay. Okay. *cracks knuckles* Pete’s reading a book about personalities and blood types because “what else is there to do around here,” and Pete is the funniest dude on this show. He and Vegas bicker: “You’re an idiot.” “No, that’s you,” and tease: “I wish I was AB not O type. O is handsome, cool, smart and clever, though.” (It’s notable that Pete is no longer addressing him as Khun.) Apparently pets can reveal their owners’ personalities, and a hedgehog’s owner looks strong & scary but is sensitive inside. You need love, Vegas. Oops, you touched a nerve, Pete. Put your insights away. Vegas “accidentally” leaves the key to the cuffs on the bed when he runs off to save the hedgehog, and Pete’s free! He’s gonna run along home! Except… is that Vegas over there on the lawn? Is he- Is he crying? No, no, gotta go Pete. Time to hightail it out of here. But… what if Vegas is really hurting? Pete knowingly gives up his chance to escape, and when Vegas realizes he looks just as stunned as Pete. Pete shuffles closer and it’s so sad that little hedgie is gone, and Pete slowly reaches out with a gentle touch. I’m holding my breath this is Too Much. That’s all it takes for Vegas and the waterworks really begin. They have a lovely funeral for the hedgehog (This is not the time or place but WHERE IS BIG’S FUNERAL). Pete willingly follows Vegas back inside and he doesn’t know why he didn’t run. Everything Vegas loves leaves him and he’s stupid and he starts self-flagellating but Pete won’t let him. It’s okay to be sad but it’s stupid to hurt yourself. Vegas accuses Pete of thinking Vegas deserves this grief but Pete is not having that nonsense and he tells him so. Vegas regains enough composure to be cruel – he’s got insights too, Pete. He can see you like it when Vegas is “moody.” He can see behind Pete’s mask too. Don’t go around perceiving people when you can also be perceived! It’s rude! Pete tells Vegas he’s a psycho and Vegas basically responds with yeah? Well so are you. What are you gonna do about it, huh? Pete’s ready to let whatever is happening here happen, but Vegas isn’t willing to take this one thing. It has to be given, and Pete has to make a choice. He chose to stay, and now he must choose again. Vegas isn’t interested in a passive doll. So Pete Chooses. He grabs, demands, and takes. He asks. He wants, he hungers, and he chooses to give that to Vegas. He offers Vegas trust. Hip hip hooray for explicit consent!!! Between the two men hanging out in the torture bungalow, everything until now has been force and coercion, but this is shared and freely given. My screams are loud and unceasing. The focus on Pete’s tattoo! Pete handing Vegas the rope! The kiss to his bound hands! The tenderness! The unwavering eye contact! Asking for what you want and getting it! Their smiles in the afterglow: knowing and being known for the first time in their lives. I see you. I see you, too. I know you. There you are, my reflection, finally after all this time. There’s nothing more to question here, right? ... Right? The white noise surrounding me is rolling thunder and high pitched keening. I’m undone.

Do I care about KimChay yet? No. Porchay jeopardizes his future at University because of this useless fucker. Stalking him to a club does not make it better, Kim (Did he put a tracker on Chay’s phone? Did he? I will fight him. He’ll take me out with his bare hands but I will fight him.) Yeah Chay’s making some questionable choices but that’s none of Kim’s business. Chay can be an idiot without you, dude. (Oh dear. I’m rereading that and realizing my tone is not one of disinterest. Well shit. If I’ve played myself here I’m gonna be so pissed. No. Nope. I’m just gonna breeze on by that moment of self-reflection mmmkay?)

# of KimChay scenes in this episode: 1

# of KimChay scenes I watched without skipping through: 1

Kisses: Vegas and Pete consummation sensation. Porsche and Kinn smooching and eating bread. More KP smooching behind Yok’s bar.

Tits Out: Pete and Vegas, baby.

What’s Gun wearing? He left Vegas alone for five minutes, praise all the gods. Wherever he is I’m sure he looks amazing.

Serious Observations of Various Sorts: Porsche and Chay are precious together. That’s all. Watching Korn lie through his teeth without a care in the world is just *clenches fist* grrrrrrrr fun. His betta fishies in their terrible vases smashed up against each other! Gah! Tay is the ultimate cinnamon roll: too good for this world, too pure. Time ought to get his shit together and be worthy of him. Or, you know, ASK first before trying to start up a polycule. Tay is clearly over the bullshit and I support him I will buy him so much Farmhouse bread.

Have I calmed down? No, and we’re close enough to the end that I’m starting to worry I just… won’t. I know what’s coming and it does not bode well for my future peace.

Episode 1/ Episode 2/ Episode 3/ Episode 4/ Episode 5/ Episode 6/ Episode 7/ Episode 8/ Episode 9/ Episode 10/ Episode 11/ Episode 13

#kinnporsche rewatch #kinnporsche #spoilers

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cityofdreams-writing · 2 years

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Casa de Fantasmas, Casa de Memorias

Rating: E

Pairing: None

Word Count: 7.3K

Genre: Other (Horror)

Warnings: Body horror, gore, blood, mentioned death, major character death, murder, monsters, fear of the outside, and violence. I think that's it, please let me know if I missed anything.

Author: @cityofdreams-writing

Description: You are in a house full of ghosts. Unfortunately, one more joins the mix tonight.

Notes: A Halloween special for y'all, hope you enjoy it! Struggled through writer's block for this one. There is demon text in there, and it says "RUN, RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN", "RUN CHILD RUN", "DON'T STAY", "HELP ME", "STAY", and "GET ME OUT OF HERE" for those who have trouble reading it. Sorry if the ending seems a little rushed, I wanted to get this out before Halloween.

Soundtrack: None

It's 7 PM.

The clock on my bedside nightstand shows the time in big, bright red numbers.

The room is silent, except for the mechanical clicking of the clock. I really need to fix it.

The bed creaks beneath me as I sit up. I haven't gone downstairs in days, and I haven't left my bed in hours. I go to the bathroom to at least try and comb a hand through my dirt-matted and tangled hair. The mirror is filthy.

It's filled with spiderweb cracks and has grime on the surface from disuse, but it still shows me what it can.

The sight is…ugly, horrid, even, to say the least.

But I don't give a shit.

Nobody ever does, anyway, the cynical voice in my head whispers.

I walk to the stairwell, where it's entirely dark. I forgot how far down these stairs go.

Ghosts of my abuelos (grandparents) and my padres (parents) live in this home. After all, it was their home. First my abuelos owned this home and then my mom and dad. I was their only child.

I wonder what they'd think of me now, a mere kid living in an adult body, who can't pay the bills and can't even take care of themself. Who lives in darkness with dirt wreaking havoc all over their once-beautiful home. Our casa (house) has seen better days. And soon its time will come, too.

"¿Están orgullosos de mi, abuelo? ¿Abuela? ¿Están orgullosos lo que hice a su casa?" (Are you proud of me, grandpa? Grandma? Are you proud of what I did to your home?") I laugh, and the sound is foreign, almost deranged.

The ghosts have no answer, only silence. It's probably their way of saying that they're disappointed in me.

My body hurts everywhere. I've been taking longer naps than usual. My usual nap being for a day, and my longer-than-normal ones being three days on average.

I look outside my bedroom window. It's hard to believe the dismal sight outside was once a gorgeous sight. It was straight out of a fairy tale. Wild wisteria and orchids bloomed freely, along with so many other flowers of all shapes, colors and sizes.

There would be fireflies everywhere and the sunset was beautiful.

And now?

The trees make scary shadows on the ground, claws stretching into the darkness that consumes them. The only things that remain are the dead remains of flowers and ghosts of memories.

It makes one feel bitter, seeing the sight of it.

How did it get to this state, you ask?

I stopped taking care of everything, including myself. After 2020 happened, I didn't even want to get up out of bed in the morning, much less take meticulous care of all of my inherent property.

I pause. A shiver runs through my bones. Something is wrong, I can feel it. I can feel the floorboards beneath me.

They're moving. They...they're...b-breathing?

W-what's going on?

I throw something down. The echo is far away. Did the staircase get longer while I was sleeping or something? I don't remember it being so far down.

I go back to my room, where I see a rope on the floor. Ah yes. That rope has been there since I tried to hang myself on September 3, 2021.

I pick it up with a robotic motion. Damn, even moving seems foreign to me now.

I lurch back to the stairwell, tying one end to the railing and throwing the other down. I have no choice but to climb down, into unknown territory.

The going is slow and torturous. I take shaking breaths with every pull. I finally reach the bottom, cautiously toeing at the ground to make sure it's...well...not gonna eat me or something. Literally, anything is possible, since the house has lived in a state of ruin for nearly three years now.

I put my feet on the ground, then fumble for a light switch. Surprisingly it works, albeit very faint light emits from the lone lightbulb on the ceiling.

I gasp a little at the state of the once colorful walls, now bleached and grime climbing the surfaces.

The floor isn't much better, as a few critters scuttle across it, the light being too much for them.

I grimace. Just how long has it been since I cleaned this place?

The doors are barely seen through all the sludge on the walls. I can just barely see the door that says "cocina" (kitchen).

A slight vibration is felt under the floorboards. My hands tremble and I can feel my heart thud loudly under my chest.

My foot hits a loose one and I wince, but gasp, realizing that this one can be pulled out. I pull and tug at it, and it finally comes off. I push it aside, and there's something...rising and falling...?

A small...creature? It seems to be sleeping; I don't know what to do.

Suddenly, two red eyes open from the darkness.

"AAAAH!" I shriek and scramble backward, falling on my ass as I do so. The small creature rises out of the empty gap on the floor. It's like some sort of...furball? It's all black, with red eyes and an unsettling smile. The teeth are sharp and pointed, perfect for cutting flesh.

I almost smile, but then am stopped when suddenly floorboards explode in front of my feet and the breathing is getting louder...

R̸̨͎̭̝̙̝͎͂̀̆̒̓̓̄͆͂͂̈́̚̚͜U̷̲̜̾̉͌́͐ͅN̷̨̙̫̜̟͚̞̜̭̊̅̅͆͌͊̀̕͘͜͝,̷͓̬̮̪̮̳̗̬̱̭͕̲̠̾͛̏͆̀̓̍̆̕͜͠ ̶̨̙̜͎͎͇̭̻͙̝̥͒̇̊͂̃̾̈́̅̅̊͐̈́͆́͆Ŗ̶̹̤͙̥̠̗̠̜̉̿͋U̵̜͎̤͆͗̈́̋̂̓̿͂̍̇͐͘͘͘͘N̶̥̭̩̍̄̎̓̔̀̃͗̎̆͛̄̌̄͝ ̵̧̨̞̣̙̬͔̥͔̻̇͋̂̃͂͑͗̑͋̚̚ͅW̷̧͉̝̗̹̥̮͚̖̩̰͖̓H̷͙̜̍̾̈́͝Į̷̧̳͈̱̦̫̩̖̤͕͎͇̅̍͜ͅĻ̸̧̰̣͚̫́̉͐̉̀́̏̈́͜Ë̶̡̧̡͇̙̺̥̯͉̩̥̪́̇̄̿́̈͝ ̷̡̲͚͓̠̈͐́̈́̓͊̈̄̀̌̏̚͘͝Ý̴̬͔̪͎̜̥̙̔̑͌̉͋̀͒͠͝O̸̰̩̝͇̮̱̤̹̳̜͓͈͚͑͜ͅÛ̵̡͈̰͚̀̏̎̆ ̴͇̣̟̬̎̒̎͗͊͠S̶̢͓̰̙̭̲̓̇͗̏̽̊͛́̇̂͌̏̕͘͝T̷̢̧̡̟͕͛̒͒̎̏͂̍̀̊̀̾I̸̭̻͛͒͑͊̽̆͛̀͗̍̽̅͘̚͠L̶̡̼̀̎͋͐̄̀̂͂̅͂̆̐̚̕͠ͅL̴̢̙̙̟̘͉̩͇͔̠͓͚̤͕̄͗̉̈́͐̀̀̐̀̂̚͘̚̕͜ ̸̡͎͚̩̙̥͇̗͙̞͈͕̬̝̖̂̄̔̑̍̋͆͌͐̈́͊͝C̸͈͇͈̹͉̘̦̯͓͖̖͔͇͑̽̄̎͛͆̽́̿̅̕Ȧ̵͎̮̗͍̬̘̙̂N̴͉̞̜̲̮̪̤̫͚̲͌̊̾̈́̆̈́̚͘ͅ

R̷̛̮̥̻͍̪̱̩̯̉̊̈́͗̂̌̈́̂̃͐͗̍͝U̵͉̳̟̓͋̄͒̾̈̓̽̽̀̕͝͝ͅN̷̨͈̣̞͇͂̎̄̓̂̽̒̃̓̀͝ ̴̢̢̛̫̙̖̩̻͍͎̹͔̗̄͆́͑̃̽́̓͜C̸̺͇̘̞̱̠̮̫̳͆͑͑̈́̋̽̈͆́̀͂̍͜͠H̴̨͔̮̱̭̝̯̼̓͛͐̓͐̄͐͆͐̚ͅI��͚̲̼̳̱͈̭̰̣͈̠̙̎͂̀̈́̌͋̐̇̚͝L̸̡̤̭͇͙̔̓̽̀̊̚͝D̴̨̯͍̮̥̮̺͕͚̼̼̳̿̒͊ ̵̛̺͙͇͇̲̜̦̥͍̮̍̏͐̃͑͊̋̂̉͠͝R̸̢̼͖̗͚̹̪͕̞͔̗̞͊̋͆̏͝͝ͅỨ̸͙̯̝̓͂̈́͑͊̈͆̀͌̾̕N̷̛͉̿̒͂͑̊̕̚

D̵̛̳̳̣̝̱͕͍̤̂̈͑̈́̽̕Ở̸̪̹͒̈̃̀̅͑̋̎̏̚̚͠N̶̡̡̨̰̱̜͚̳̂͆͘͘͜'̶̧̧̤̗̠͎̲̝̬̗̟̠̟̜͗̉T̶̗͎̥̼̯̰͎̦͉̘̳͔̮̉̄̀̀̑̋̀̏͋̍̂ ̵̢̧̦͉̩̯͚͔̟̈́͌̀̆͐͐̓̕͝ͅS̷̳̬̯͆͌͌T̷̢͍̺̘̣̳̯͍͉̭̹̽̈́͌̎̔̔̕Ạ̵̹͖̰̣̲̖̗͔̐̐̄̈́̌̆̌̚͠Y̶̹͚̒̈

This is what it whispers in my ear. And then...

H̶̼̱̜̥̼̺̠̑͜͜͜E̵̱͉̻͌͝L̴̨̰͚̤̖̭͖̞͉̝̩̹͗̃͆̏̏͝P̷̡̛̰̹͍̹̗̣̯͈͙̙͒̾̄̈̚͜͜͝͝ ̵̨̹̯̣̰̹͙͓͉͙͇̬̀͛͆͜͜͝͝M̸̰͓̮̺̹̖͚̬͑́͂̽̿͒͒Ȩ̸̟͕̭̬͔̫̩̘̼̯͐̍͑̂̏̉͜͝

Ş̸̤̜̊̽̈̍̒ͅͅͅT̶̢̧̨̛̼͉̭̙͓̫̝̞̺̈́̇̏̉͆̇͊̊̇̑͘͝͝Ą̵̺̩̰̬͉̮́̅̔́̕Ỹ̵̡̧̡̡̙͕̣̖̥̠̳͍͉̭̔͊̈͐͒͋́͠ͅ

G̵̨̜̬͈̻̜̹̦̭̺͕̺͕͇̓̆̎͜E̶̡̥̟̻̟͍͉̣͆͆̓͋́ͅT̴̡͖̻̤̖̗̥̀̌̓̔̽́̄ͅ ̶̡̖̥̫̩̜̱̪̣̓̎͌̓́͝M̷͈̯̳̣̾̀̇Ę̸̲͕̦͚͗͆̂̂́̽͘ ̸̡̛̖̝͚͙̮̦̪͍̜̳͑͐̎͌̋̅͘͜Ó̶̡̡̢̻̻͙̠̦̰͕̺̯͍̜̿̒̎̾̂͌̉͝ͅU̶̧̡̯̫̖̯̠͕̮̙̱̿͜Ţ̷͎̘͖̺̗͇̓̉̾̈́́̂̋͘͝͝ ̷̧̨͖͇̯̝͎̠̠̫͉̙̫͋̉̿̚͠O̸̧̖̤͚̤̫͙͐͝F̵̠̝̱̝̰͛̓͘͜ ̸̨̫̘̫͖̮͈̯͑͌́͂̋͌͑̽̄̽̀̐̋̕͜͜͝ͅH̸̢̼̪̤̟̯̫̲͓̻̑̾̾̃͑̃̋ͅẼ̸̡͔̣̤̝́̓̎̔̑̓̉͒̃̌̇̾̕͝R̷̦̺̎́͌È̵̛̫͒̓̄̓̓͆̒̽̂ ̵̫̭͉̙̻͓͍̇̀̒̈́̔̽̓̑̉̎P̷̖̌̾ͅL̵͚̾̀̐́E̴̡̞̟̱̿́̓̐̒͆̏̚͘͝Ă̴̝̯̲͈̻̲̥̣͙͖͆̊S̴̰̳͍̰͔̹͖̉̆̈́̑́͋̋͑͝ͅȨ̷̢̱̖͈̰̰̱̼̞̩̣͔͗͛̂̅ ̶͓̤̰̺͙̪͎̭̹͔͒͜

It seems like it needs help. It probably needs a friend. That's all. M-maybe...?

Suddenly more start crawling out of the cracks in the floorboard, making me scramble back until they form a humanoid shape. I scramble hurriedly for my phone, shining it on the figure.

"¿A-abuela...?"

The sight chills me to the bone. It's utterly horrifying, so much so it looks unreal.

My grandmother's face turns a full 180 degrees, and her eyes are melted in and drooping. The skin sags on her face, making her look nothing like the beautiful woman she was. Her mouth is permanently stretched in a horrifying smile. She doesn't have any teeth, so all I can see is her gaping jaw. Her clothes are in tatters, muddy and faded.

A god-awful feeling tells me I should run.

I quickly get up and start running, my shrieks high-pitched and bloodcurdling in the silence.

That was the last thing the ghosts in the casa ever heard.

#King's fics #tw horror #tw blood #tw violence #tw murder #tw death #horror #tw death mention #major character death #tw major character death #horror fic #tw body horror #monsters #trypophobia

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the-letter-horror-lover · 2 years

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Boruto: The End Of Shinobi by LadybugMarinette174

Anime » Naruto Rated: T, English, Humor & Adventure, Words: 480, Favs: 1, Follows: 1, Published: May 16, 2018

HI HI MINASAN, HOW IS EVERYONE TODAY. I've just released my new AMV of Miraculous Ladybug. I drew the characters myself. I hoped you enjoy this fan fiction I am about to present to you, oh and also there are some new characters I put in there. Just to make the Boruto Series more better than what it is now. Ok thanks bye.

P.S This is a Prologue, so the story is a short one. (more like a starter pack)

"Boruto Uzumaki, huh." Zuko smirked, "How annoying, just another nuisance standing in my way."

Boruto said nothing, just waited and listened to Zuko in silence.

Zuko glared at him in confusion,"If I was you, I would take my leave now and never look back unless you want to meet your father and Sensei after I slaughtered them."

Boruto still continued to say nothing, except tied his old Konoha headband on his head, and got up off the ground. Standing his ground for what he believed in.

"You may have taken my father away… You may have taken Sasuke Sensei away… You may have taken everything I ever loved away from me. But just know…" Boruto took a deep breathe and looked Zuko straight in the eye and said,"… But you'll never take away my Shinobi way."

Zuko clapped and laughed," Hahahahah hahahaha He finally speaks." Zuko smirked,"How unfortunate, you will die just like the rest of the hokages did before you. And I will do the honour of killing you, son of the seventh, grandson of the fourth, now another dead body to get rid of, hahahah hahahah."

"Shut up."

"What." Zuko mocked,"What did you say. I couldn't quite catch that. What did you say." Zuko said sarcastically as if he wanted to anger the fatherless boy.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Boruto unlocked his byakugon, and a new jutsu that he has never unlocked before. "You don't know shit about me , my father or my grandpa, you don't know shit."

"I'm done talking to you, I gave you an option and you rejected it. The only option now is..."

"Death."

And at that stage, both Boruto and Zuko commenced a fight that will be the start of the fifth ninja world war.

But let's rewind it back to the start, back to when there was a Seventh Hokage, back to where there was my mysterious Sasuke sensei, back to where everything Boruto loved, was still alive and well.

This is the story of a boy named Boruto Uzumaki. And this is the life he has chosen to carry out to the end. This is Boruto Uzumaki.

Thanks everyone for reading the prolongue of my story. I hope you have enjoyed it and I hope to see you all reading the next chapter in a couple of days or weeks.

#boruto fanfiction

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softgrungeprophet · 2 years

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i’ve watched a lot of futurama in the last week and i have thoughts about this comedy show .... i think i can confidently say season “7″ —aka season 6A aka the first full season on comedy central—was not that great.

i found it repetitive and dull compared to the pre-CC (aka Fox) episodes and relying too heavily on gimmicks and empty catchphrases from previous seasons. the jokes were half as funny and that's even if you DON'T take into account the show's persistently bad attitude toward fat people and trans women, which is definitely my biggest criticism of the show as a whole having watched over 100 episodes in a week, and which was definitely plenty strong in season 6A/7/whatever

(clearly i have nothing better to do with my time but lol) it’s so glaring how even shows that are like... progressive or whatever... always still go for like... fat people, trans people (anyone dmab especially), and sex workers as fodder for “humor.” like Shut The Fuck Up and tell a real joke dumbass

also the weird feminism jokes.... mostly those are confusing more than they are offensive, in both trying to present women as people with intelligence and capability and also playing into stereotypes. they're not eye candy! but make sure they have visible cleavage and/or get naked. they aren't stupid! but here are all the stupid feminists who loooove shoes and shopping. it's like whiplash! and honestly as often happens they’re close to something on the cis feminists’ obsession w/ wombs and vaginas and whatever but as always they never hit on the actual issues w/ modern white feminism lol

other than that i think a lot of it holds up, especially in the first five seasons, and a lot of the social commentary is unfortunately still relevant 90% of the time, and the show is remarkably deft at combining pathos and emotion with humor. like

at the same time sometimes the fryxleela stuff is actually kind of confusing, because they will end an episode with them declaring their love after deliberating for a while, they’ll even like, be on a date or Officially Making Out and then the next episode it will be as if that never happened and leela hates fry again and doesn’t want to see his face????? it’s weird but i guess that’s probably a symptom of being a cable TV animated sitcom where canonicity is typically based on humor rather than stringent timelines of occurrences.

anyway despite the fact that i found season “7″ aka 6A lackluster, and considering it’s a comedy show of the sort where canon = whatever makes for the best punchline (well... usually) so sometimes it has contradictory moments, its continuity is actually surprisingly consistent... especially in terms of character design. even random one-off characters who show up years later are still like... on-model and in-character.... it’s almost like (i assume) having a show bible is useful. like, man, after reading marvel comics for a few years and seeing things like chris claremont going “wyatt has a sister right? what’s her name? well now it’s wynona.” oops now wyatt has two sisters! also an uncle or something because we forgot his grandpa was dead and also forgot his grandpa’s name and also we thought he was his dad—well anyway, new family members! after reading all that— it’s weird to watch a show where fry’s mom looks the same in flashbacks in season 7 or her first appearance and where background characters don’t suddenly have new names........

thinking about how in spidey and agent venom comics flash’s sister was turned from the auburn-haired leather jacket wearing dangly-earring wearing stubborn woman she was in the 90s into, in the 2000s, a blonde permed housewife with no personality or character, cause no one gave half enough of a shit to read her two prior appearances and you know no one at marvel gives a flying fuck about continuity for their ~oh so serious~ comics lmao

anyway

my takeaway is that futurama has more rigorous continuity checks than all of marvel, which, tbh, not that surprising

also i think bender is probably not straight (insert joke about bending here) and you could probably write a goddamn essay about hyperperformative masculinity in the show in general but specifically as it pertains to bender, overcompensation, his (occasionally stalker-level) obsession with masculine role models such as elzar and calculon, his defensiveness when it comes to his sexuality and the perceived thought that someone MIGHT be calling him gay, as well as his initial shame in interests such as cooking and i guess you could also take into account the olympics sex change episode (boy in recent context that episode was A Lot) as a facet of his ... idk... feminine side

obviously liking cooking doesn’t make someone gay (or bi or whatever) but i think it’s just a detail that in the context is one more little thing to think about.

also the susan “boil” joke was stupid and unfunny. tedious, even.

#nadia rambles #also hermes' wife is tall and beautiful #that's ME being gay

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hangezoeenthusiast · 3 years

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God(hcs)

c!multiple x god!reader

notes: the reader will be the god of death to make it a little bit more spicy :). c!punz’s pronouns are he/they, i’m not sure about the others, but i know theirs. also why does ranboo take away my gender? /j

word count: 1,672

warnings: arson, violence, cursing, yelling, mention of death, voices in technos part, spoilers for wilbur if you haven’t watch tommy’s lore stream, revival for wilbur, making a religion, time travel, egg, prison, stealing, anarchy, playful name calling

Sapnap

so obviously y’all would be a great match :)

you have creative mode, so when sap would ask you to give him a lighter and tnt, you would GLADLY give it

also, can we talk about him being a nether hybrid

fire squared

like fires left and right, hide your mom and your children in your house lol /j

but besides the whole arson thing, you favor him above anyone else on the server

like if he asks for diamond blocks, well here’s a whole inventory of it, also, here’s some ancient debris and some netherite

if someone asked, you would probably grant them with poison and curses, just because you can’t be “unloyal” to snapchat

wouldn’t be lonely anymore

Dreamwastaken

this duo is less chaotic, but chaotic enough where people avoid you

he still asks you for stuff, but most of the time, you don’t give him it because he annoys you too much about giving stuff

“hey y/n/n, can i pretty please get some emerald blocks.”

“nope bitch, get it yourself.”

but sometimes, you grant him some op shit, when it’s your good day

“because i’m being nice, here’s some diamond, now, don’t ask me again you little piss baby.”

“shut your trap y/n.”

“or what homeless teletubby, what are you going to do to a god like me?”

“you hang out with technoblade to much.”

Georgenotfound

maybe the least chaotic duo

you guys keep on relaxing and relaxing until the point where you don’t do anything

he barely asks you for anything, but only when it’s really really important, like a house or build

especially when he was building his little cottagecore house, he needed your godly presence to help

“y/n, what should the roof be made of?”

“i suggest brick, it makes it more aestheticy if that makes any sense.”

also barely any drama or tea with you guys

never arguing and never betraying each other is a must

Tubbo

also another least chaotic duo

literally help him with his bee farm, he will (platonically) love you forever

gotta be close to ranboo, that’s the rule

gives him SO much stuff, he’s a precious boi 🙄

also gotta be close to tommy, but not as much unfortunately

you help him pick out things for builds, like what material clashes with another, etc

“do you think that the wool and the netherite blocks look good together y/n?”

“nah, what i suggest is the wool with the gold, it looks perfect.”

sometiems, gotta put him in check because he gets a little ego built up

you definitely yank his horn a little too hard because of your IMMENSE STRENGTH

“OW, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT Y/N.”

“calm down sunny, you were just getting a bit over your head a little.”

Tommyinnit

chaotic duo like sapnap

snaps at anyone who annoys you and vice versa

you give him EVERYTHING, obviously except op and creative

he tries to persuade you to do something, but dreamxd wouldn’t allow it, since he is the main boss

“come on y/n, give me op.”

“no tommy, xd will kick my ass.”

“pweaseee.”

“no.”

you would DEFINITELY help him with the Big Innit Hotel, making the whole layout and color palette.

both of you have an intense hatred for ranboo, since he “stole” tubbo away from tommy

Ranboo

least involved in everything

just stay in the tundra and drink some tea, and you’re good for all of your life

helps him get netherite all the time so your boii can get the good stuff 😬

when he mines to get diamonds, he literally prays to you

“y/n, if you’re listening, please give me a 6 vein, i desperately need it for my collection of diamond blocks.”

and THERE IT IS

more than a 6 vein actually, a 12 vein

guess he needs to pray to you more

daily tea sessions, to talk about the good stuff, and NO, and i repeat NO skipping

threatening to flick water on him check ✅

Wilbur Soot

literally you spoil him

not to be angsty, but when he died and lost his last canon life, you revived him instead of Dream

now he’s practically at your knees

like he’s thinks that he owes you, but actually that’s the opposite

he was revived because you were lonely, and wanted your best friend back :(

prays to you when he goes to bed

“hey y/n, hope you’re having a great day, (platonically) love you.”

“love you too mortal.”

sometimes, to be at the peak of godness, you shower upon wilbur as gold to symbolize blessings, like zeus did before

“omg y/n, what are you doing?”

“i’m trying to bless you, shut up bitch.”

just saying, he would make a religion about you :/

Karl Jacobs

omg don’t get me started on this

first, you wouldn’t codone him going back in time

he would definitely forget your name a lot, so that’s why you hated it

“hey karl, how are you doing?”

“i’m sorry, but do i know you?”

ANGST IS TOO MUCH FOR ME

you were definitely the one to push him towards sapnap and quackity

this is also another spoiled boi

give him the entire world while you’re at it pwease

he wants a few diamonds, nope, give him a chest full of them

Quackity

why are there so much chaotic duos in here?

literally chaos times infinity

energy to the max

literally, did you take an energy drink

grants him every wish he can randomly think off

“can i get a bucket with lava and a fish in it?”

“weird choice, but ok man.”

gotta be close to sap and karl or he isn’t your friend anymore /j

helps with las nevadas a lot, and definitely tries to rig the machines so you get money

“hey big q, i got 10,000 dollars.”

“that’s impossible... y/n, did you cheat?”

“nooo 😊”

help him preen his wings, and he goes “I LOVE YOU, MWAH MWAH.” obviously in his mind 🙄

Awesamdude

definitely helps him maintain the prison

you both love setting up red stone contraptions and pistons and all that giz

“hey sam, do you know where the redstone torches are?”

“yeah, there behind the pistons in the back.”

also you helped build the prison, since he could do that by himself

“are you sure that lava wall will work y/n, your calculations seem inaccurate.”

“i’m sure sam, this will add some more security to this goddamn server.”

nerd squared lol

BadBoyHalo

wouldn’t condone the egg

you warned him multiple times to get away from its grasp, but most of the times he’ll decline

“i won’t y/n, the egg is the future.”

he still, even after all the advancements, even after everything, he tries to ask you to join the eggpire

“come on y/n, you’ll like being with us.”

“i don’t wanna be on a stupid egg side, like let me crack the egg, i wanna eat it and turn it into a omelette.”

he doesn’t like that joke :(

but before he discovered the egg, both of you were joint at the hip

sight seeing was a must

languages being thrown around everywhere, since you were the little language muffin

Punz

steals stuff from everyone

hide your stuff, because the punzo-y/n team is unstoppable

definitely they can be really stubborn and indecisive

like one day, he will be like, “i need gold blocks.” and the next, “nevermind, i need netherite actually.”

like hon, stop switching

also anarchy buddies

burning down forests and buildings are your guys’s specialty

when you give him gold when they doesn’t ask, his heart goes brrr and his brain goes, “pog pog, they’re so cool, lets hug them.”

Technoblade

now this is the most deadly duo in the entire Dream Smp

better not piss you guys off 😐

he’s the Blood God, and you’re the God/Goddess/God being of Death

so if some occasion where you need to battle someone, like Techno’s enemies, *clears throat and murmurs Quackity*, you will obviously back your boy up :)

help him with enchanting and potions and he’s set for life

also you got have to be close to the great Philza Minecraft since him and Techno are buddy buddy

anarchy squared

helps with the voices since you have some of your own

“so what you’re saying is that i need to pay attention to them?”

“yeah, when i first learned that the voices were in my head, i tried to ignore them, but that sucked. so what i did was try to distract myself with various tasks, and that sucked.”

“so what do i do, you’re saying that i should listen to them, but how do i do that when they literally shout at me.”

“just embrace it, obviously when they do their little chant of blood for the blood god, you have to ignore them.”

“you suck at advice.”

Philza Minecraft

so since both of you resemble death, him being the Angel of Death and you being the God/Goddess/God being of Death, y’all are fucking best friends, platonic soulmates if you will

death squared

watch out, because if you piss them off, prepare to d-

gotta be close to Ranboo and Techno, and obviously others who he platonically likes

he doesn’t need to ask you for stuff, he’s the fricking Angel of Death, but he will ask you to preen his wings :D

“ow, not there y/n.”

“oh shut up grandpa, let me do it.”

“I’M NOT OLD DUMBASS.”

Dream XD

two gods at once, damn there is so much chaos

left and right, you guys are noticed by everyone, like purrrr

y’all would be in some fancy shit, to show your power

you would get jealous of him hanging out with george

“why are you jealous y/n?”

“you’re hanging out with george to much, hang out with me please :(.”

gifts are a must, even though both of you have access to creative

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momolady · 3 years

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Drider Boyfriend: Kerekes

I’ve got a few nursery rhyme based stories coming up, starting here! I’m sure you’ll be able to guess the basis for this story.

Female Main Character x Male Monster

There are cows as far as the eye can see, in the barn, in the field, ranging prizewinners to prize breeders. All my life, I have been surrounded by cows. Not that I mind - I often prefer them to people. I have raised many cows on my family’s dairy farm, and our products are used in the Miror royal palace, make delicacies in Pirlipat, and grace the homes of many people.

Muffet Farms is known far and wide as the best dairy in all of Miror. It was started when Grandpa Horner was kicked by one of the royal farm’s cows, working in the palace dairy. As payment for the accident, he was given the cow that had injured him, and rather than butchering the cow for meat, like most would assume, Grandpa Horner began his dairy farm. He was just sixteen, and now he’s eighty and happily sits on the front porch, overlooking the farm he built with his own hands.

Like I said, I often prefer cows to people. My cows are sweet, gentle, and have the most beautiful eyes. I have raised dozens on this farm, taking care of each one until they mature to be milkers, breeders, or sold to other farms. I have a relationship with a dairy in Pirlipat who exclusively buys my cows. I thought we were on friendly terms, but I’ve come to learn the man who owns it has other things on his mind. His friendliness stems from a desire to join our two farms together by making me his wife. My mother just told me he has spoken to her and father concerning the matter.

I hate it. Mr. Porgie is a fine enough man, but he is not someone I would want to marry, and not someone I would consider husband material at all. Grandpa Horner agrees with me. He’s always been a good judge of character, even if people do consider him daft these days. He’s never liked Mr. Porgie, and often plays pranks on him when he visits the dairy.

“I’d rather you marry one of our bulls than that fool,” he grouses one day while carving a wedge of hard cheese.

“I doubt we’d have much to talk about, Grandpa. But I think me and Mr. Porgie would have even less to talk about.” I lean back in my chair, looking over the sprawling landscape of hills and valleys that runs up to the deep, lush forest of the Tulgey Wood.

“Better you marry a bull than shit.” Grandpa Horner spits.

I smirk, glad that Grandpa had the common sense to realize Mr. Porgie isn’t the man-about-down my parents think he is. I want to believe my parents are considering my best interest, but it feels like they aren’t paying close attention to Mr. Porgie at all.

“Oh dear,” Grandpa says softly. “What’s that?” He points into the distance. The lavender expanse of the horizon is now turning grey with smoke. I grow frightened. The smoke came out of nowhere, and there is so much of it already. “Is there a fire?”

“There hasn’t been a fire in Tulgey Wood since the last Jabberwocky hunt.” Grandpa’s tone is grim. He squints through his glasses as the smoke begins to turn black. “This doesn’t bode well for the critters in the woods.”

“What should we do?” I look around frantically, but Grandpa takes my arm and holds me still.

“We’re too far away to be of any help. I’m sure by now the people bordering the woods are doing what they can.”

News about the forest fire spreads quickly. Part of the Tulgey Wood has been consumed, luckily mostly rocky terrain filled with caves and sand traps, although nobody knows exactly what caused it. Unfortunately, it had also been home to a clan of driders who are now rendered homeless. “It’s so sad,” I murmur as I read the paper. “Where will they go?”

“Who knows?” my mother sighs. “Let’s just hope they don’t start coming out of the wood and start crawling all over us.”

“Mama!” I exclaim.

“We don’t want them getting our cows, do we?” my dad asks. “They’ll wrap them up and suck out their organs.”

I furrow my brows at them both. “You don’t honestly think that’s what they’ll do, right?” My parents go suspiciously silent, and I sigh heavily, deciding to leave the argument at that for now. No reason to antagonize them them until I am forced to marry Mr. Porgie. I shudder to think.

Our farm extends pretty far, and the field we let our cows graze in is one of the biggest plots of land in the kingdom. The property bordering it used to belong to an old aristocratic family, the Ganders, who has since not only lost their wealth but also their posterity, their bloodline thinned by their insistence on noble marriages. The property and land has remained empty for years, and we bought much of it to increase fields, so our fence is very close to their old estate. I avoided it as a child, assuming it was haunted. The house is so big and extravagant, or used to be before it fell into disrepair. I suppose no one has bought it because it would cost too much to renovate. Also, I suspect not many people want to live next door to a cow pasture.

But one day we receive word that someone has bought the entire Gander estate. It's all anyone can talk about. Who would purchase such a place? Who needs a building the size of a small kingdom? I’m very curious myself, and I hate to admit that I walk the calves as an excuse to take a look. I take the calves out often, and love to watch them play while I enjoy lunch or a snack. They follow me everywhere. I lead them along the fence closest to the Gander estate, and sit, letting the calves have their fun while I try to spot any activity in the house.

Near the house grows a massive Tuffet tree, whose roots push up from the ground to make perfect little seats. It sits directly in the middle of Muffet Farm and Gander Estate, so technically we co-own a tree. I perch on a root, eating my lunch as I wait to see the mysterious owners of the new estate.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, but when I turn, I don’t see anyone. I think perhaps it’s a trick of the mind, until I feel a tap on the top of my head. “Excuse me,” a voice whispers from the limbs of the Tuffet tree. “Are you a member of the Muffet clan?”

I look up into a cluster of eyes. I drop my food onto the ground and nearly fall off my seat, then trip over myself as I stand, watching as the drider descends from the limbs of the tree. He’s much bigger than I expected, at least the size of one of our cows, with a round, bulbous abdomen, striped black, yellow and orange. His human torso has similar markings, lean, slightly fuzzy, and masculine in appearance, and yellow stripes adorn his arms. He has long orange hair swept to one side, exposing a pointed ear.

“Forgive me. I did not mean to frighten you.” The drider sweeps his arm down his front. “My name is Kerekes, and I am to be your new neighbor.”

I gulp down my heart as it pounds in my throat, and I attempt to stand again without my knees knocking. “I’m Quinn Muffet,” I quaver.

Kerekes’ eyes widen, all eight of them. He has two in the expected places, two above them, and two each adorning his temples. They’re black, with an iridescent shimmer. His features are very angular, with a harshly pointed jaw, and mandibles sit on either side of his mouth.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Muffet. Perhaps you can help me set up a meeting with your family? My clan and I are moving into this estate, and we would like to be on good terms with our new neighbors.”

I gasp. “Oh! You’re from the Tulgey Wood!”

Kerekes tilts his head to the side. “I am afraid so,” he sighs dismally. “Our home was burnt, and it will be long before we can rebuild and live there again. So we gathered our resources and moved here.”

I’m still uncertain whether to be terrified or excited by Kerekes’ sudden appearance.I’ve never seen a drider in person before, so it is all new to me. I try to smile shyly, but the expression comes off awkward and contorted from uncertainty.

“I would like to meet with your family, as I know it could cause some unrest if we do not introduce ourselves. We want our stay to be as cordial as possible.” Kerekes extends his hand, motioning at the house.

I nod. “Of course!” I am almost breathless. “But I’m afraid my parents already have a bias against driders. They fear you will eat our cows.”

“That is why I wish to speak to them. We are not the sort to take what isn’t ours, and we will not hunt the livestock of our neighbors. All we ask is a place to call home.” He sounds heartbroken as he says this. “Most of my clan is frightened as it is. Most have never set foot out of the Tulgey Wood before, so this place is new and disorienting to them. We mean no harm. In fact, we would love to work with you and buy your products. The children have been so excited to see the cows up close.”

I look up at the Gander house. “Children?”

Kerekes stares up longingly to the house, tears gathering in his eyes. “There are more children in the house than adults, because of the fire.”

A chill grips my heart. “I thought the reports said that the fire wasn’t...” I stop when I see tears run down his cheeks. “I am so sorry. I would love to help, but my parents will need convincing. My grandfather will understand, I hope.”

Kerekes wipes his cheek. “Perhaps if you and your grandfather could meet us first, it will help convince the rest of your family that we mean no harm.”

“My grandfather would love that. He likes anything the size of a cow,” I try to jest, then clear my throat as the nerves return. “Is there anything you and your clan need?”

“Understanding,” he sighs. “After that, we shall see.” He extends his hand to me. His fingers and palm are extremely long, and the joints in his fingers are very pronounced. “If you and your grandfather can make it, I invite you over this evening to meet with me and my clan.”

I take hold of his hand. His fingertips prickle, but his palm is velvety. “I will try.”

“Thank you, Ms. Muffet,” he says softly. “I truly hope to be friends with you and your entire family.”

I go home and talk to Grandpa Horner about my meeting with Kerekes and the invitation he extended. Grandpa gets a look on his face, serious but intrigued. “Your mother won’t take to this,” he grumbles. “Your father, maybe, but your mother is more stubborn than him.”

“That’s why he offered to meet with us first,” I say. “So we can sway their opinion.”

“I would like to meet them,” Grandpa says thoughtfully. “And if they are going to be our neighbors, we at least need to try and be peaceful.”

That evening, Grandpa and I excuse ourselves to meet the driders at the Gander estate. At the front doors I can see a lot of repairs need to be made, but I also see bracing swathes of spider silk wrapped around the columns. The doors open, and Kerekes stands there. He puts his arm across his waist and bows. “I am glad you two could make it.”

Grandpa chuckles and nods. “Thank you for inviting us. I must say, I’m quite surprised. Never met a drider before.” He holds out his hand. “Horner Muffet.”

Kerekes shakes. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Muffet. Please come inside, and excuse the mess.”

“I’m used to barns and cows. Nothing seems messy to me anymore,” Grandpa laughs.

Kerekes turns and looks at me with a smile. “And thank you, Ms. Muffet.” He takes my hand and opens his mandibles, kissing my hand with the lips behind them. “I greatly appreciate this.”

My heart is fluttering, hammering really. I smile up shyly at him, suppressing the awkward giggle building inside me. “No need to thank me. It’s what neighbors should do.”

Grandpa whistles as he looks around. On the ceiling and floor there are driders removing fixtures and statues. They fill in the crevices with their silk, and already the ceiling is almost white from the patches. “You fellas doing the repair work all on your own?” Grandpa asks.

Kerekes stands beside Grandpa and looks around. “We don’t have much choice. Most of our resources went into buying the property. We are doing what we can to make the home habitable until we can find a way to build up our income again.”

“Was there much left in the house when you moved in?” Grandpa Horner asks.

Kerekes nods. “All the furnishings, and some clothes still hanging in closets. We’ve found hidden stashes of jewelry as well.”

“Then why not sell what you don’t need?” I suggest. “Maybe that’s something Grandpa and I could help you with.”

A nearby drider scowls at us as he passes. “Trust you with our resources?” he growls.

Kerekes holds up his hand to the drider. “These are our neighbors, and we are trying to establish trust,” he says warningly before turning to us. “But he is right. I do not know your intentions. How could we trust you not to take advantage of our need?”

“I own the most successful dairy farm in three kingdoms,” Grandpa laughs. “If I stole a coin from you, you could take a cow for each one.”

“Exactly, so why help us at all?” the other drider snaps. “Those who have more often want more.”

Kerekes gives the drider a look before turning his attention back to us. “We live simply, and do not ask for much. But our homes and lives are in peril, so you must understand why we are hesitant to trust you.”

“Here’s the way I see it, son,” Grandpa starts. “I’ll buy from you directly. I’ll offer the best price I can. Everything I buy I will go to my granddaughter here, and she will keep it or give it away. After all, she does have a future to think about.”

Kerekes looks down at me. “And you can guarantee you won’t sell it at a profit?”

“I told you - a cow for every coin stolen,” Grandpa laughs.

Kerekes continues to stare at me. His eyes are unnerving, but they are beautiful all the same. “I promise, I want to help you,” I tell him.

Kerekes looks away and down at my grandfather. “Then let’s finish this tour and discuss this further.” He holds his hand out to me again. “Come along.”

I take his hand and he leads us to the dining room, where many driders are gathered around the fireplace. “Right now, this is where we are sleeping. The other rooms are very cold, and we can’t afford lumber.” Kerekes pulls out a seat for me. “The children are still too afraid to sleep on their own. The fire was quite traumatizing for them.”

I look around in shock. There are adult driders scattered about, but also dozens of small children ranging from youths to babies. “Sorry to hear about that,” Grandpa sighs as he takes a seat. “I lost both my parents at a young age as well.”

Kerekes kneels beside me. “Our clan works as a unit, and we all take turns caring for the children. But still we have lost so many due to the fires. Our losses cannot be measured.”

“Is there anything the children need?” I ask out. “Books? Blankets?”

“Right now they need a home, and while we are working day and night to provide that, it will take time for them to feel safe in this strange new land. Right now, Ms. Muffet, they take great pleasure in watching your cows. They find them comforting.”

“You’re the cow lady!”

I jump in surprise as a voice comes from under the table, and look down to see a set of eyes blinking up at me. Kerekes reaches under the table, pulling out a small drider. “Do not frighten our company, little one.” He holds the child in his arms tenderly.

“Sorry,” she says softly.

“Go and play,” Kerekes coos to her. “Our talk is far too boring for the likes of you.” He kisses her cheek and sets her upon the table.

“But she’s the cow lady!” the girl whispers to him.

Kerekes tickles her sides. “I will introduce the cow lady later. For now, I am afraid I am talking about a boring business, my little one.” She giggles and pushes against his hands, holding onto them as he lifts her onto his back. “Forgive me, this is my niece. She’s been very attached to me since we left the Tulgey Wood.”

“Nothing to forgive,” Grandpa Horner replies. “I like seeing a close family.”

“We are all close here, which is what makes this so important,” Kerekes replies. “We want to live peacefully, Mr. Muffet, and I hope you can understand the underlying fear we have.”

“People are not kind,” Grandpa sighs heavily. “I know that fear, Mr. Kerekes.”

Grandpa and Kerekes talk business for a long while, and Grandpa offers a good sum of money for whatever the driders don’t want. As we leave for the night, I feel a tug at my skirt and look down to see Kerekes’ niece behind me. “Could you try bringing the cows closer to the fence?” she asks softly. “So we can see them better?”

Kerekes picks her off the floor. “Now, where did you come from?”

I smile at her. “I’ll try, if you’d like.”

“I would!” she exclaims.

“Then I will do my best to lead them to the fence tomorrow.” My heart pulses as I look to Kerekes, who has the sweetest smile on his face.

As Grandpa and I leave, he gives me a nudge. “I saw the way you looked at him. You're just like your uncle,” he teases.

“Uncle Jack?” I ask.

“He always preferred the company of anything other than a human,” he laughs.

“But how did I look at Kerekes?”

Grandpa Horner sighs. “Like you’re smitten. You almost had hearts in your eyes.”

I frown, but I can’t deny what he said is partially true. Kerekes is quite handsome, but I doubt he sees me the same way. “I just want to help him, that’s all.”

“Sure, darling,” Grandpa laughs. “I’m sure you do.”

The next day, as I take the calves out, I lead them to the fence again. I look up at the house as I sit down under the Tuffet tree, hoping the children are looking out to see the calves. I lean back against the tree and when I look up, Kerekes is in the branches. I jump up as he comes down. “I hope I didn’t scare you again,” he says.

“A little,” I laugh. “What are you doing here again?”

He lands beside me and smiles. “I wanted to talk to you again.”

My heart leaps and I smile awkwardly. “What about?”

His smile matches mine as he chuckles shyly. “Whatever comes up.” He offers his hand to me. “If you’d like, that is.”

I place my palm in his. “I’d like that very much.”

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tsvkishma · 3 years

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you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?

series: my hero academia / boku no hero academia

pairings: katsuki bakugo x reader

length: 5k words

warnings: swearing, mentions of making out (w/ a minor), breach of privacy??

tags: secret relationship, enemies to lovers, high school AU, reader-insert

summary: the mutual agreement between you and your bf to keep your relationship on the DL is about to be ruined when he makes the stupid mistake to leave his phone on the table for the whole class to see

author’s note: i’m so sorry! i really tried to make it gender neutral, but it was female leaning... i apologize! i’m still pretty new to writing dis homie so please be lenient when it comes to character accuracy lol. i also apologize for the messy, unstructured writing. also thank u to bae @izvkos for proofreading!

Just as you were getting ready to doze off, the school bell rang, startling you and making you jerk up from your comfortable position on the desk with your head in your arms. Some of your classmates got up to stretch, since it was the break time between classes. Unfortunately, it had only been the end of third period and you had a long school day to go through. You let out a low groan of disappointment. I guess I’ll have to keep myself awake just a little bit longer.

To be honest, you didn’t mean to stay up all night... it was just that you couldn’t help binge-watching your favorite show last night. You convinced yourself that you were only going to watch one episode before you went to sleep... then one lead to two... then three... and then before you knew it, the birds started chirping. But, hey! It wasn’t your fault that it was so addicting!

“Oi.”

You look up to see Bakugo peering over you with his hands in his pockets and a smirk on his face, “Tch, you don’t look so good today. Didn’t get enough sleep? How are you gonna be a pro hero with those bad habits of yours?”

You scoffed, “Oh, fuck off. Sorry I don’t go to sleep at 8 every night… grandpa.”

“Yeah, yeah. Make fun of me all you want, but who’s gonna be laughing when you fail your exams next week. I see you dozing off in class, you act like Aizawa-sensei doesn’t even notice,” Bakugo grunts.

You coo, “Awe, is blasty-boy watching me during class? I didn’t know you were this deeply in love with me! So cute.”

His face went red for a moment before his usual angry expression returned, “I DON’T HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU DAMMIT! I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR STUPID CRAP LIKE THAT!”

“Y/n! Stop teasing Bakugo like that! You know he can’t handle it...” Mina chimed in, joining the fun.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HANDLE IT?! ” screamed Bakugo.

“Quiet down back there.,” threatened Cementoss as he entered the class to prepare his next lesson.

You and Mina were just laughing at your classmate screaming his head off, it was always an amusing sight if anything. Even though Bakugo denies having a crush on you, it wasn’t true. And you knew that. He had a fat crush on you, but it was more than that! He was your boyfriend.

You guys had kept your relationship on the down-low for about a month now, your relationship only became official about a week ago, but you guys had been going on dates prior. Bakugo wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you know, to protect his ego or whatever since there has always been a rivalry between the two of you and everyone in Class 1-A was painfully aware of it. He was too proud to let anyone know that he fell for someone he once vouched as his enemy.

There was always constant bickering between the two of you. Whether it be something minute or something that you would argue over for a couple of days. It’s not like the arguments were unintentional because they were started just to spite the other. Bickering would start about each other’s fighting technique in battle or even accusing the other of stealing their food from the shared fridge in the dorms.

The rest of your class was so sick and tired of the ongoing feud so one day, they set out a plan (led by Kaminari and Kirishima) to lock you two in a room just to sort out your differences. They set a date where they would trick you two into thinking that there was a class activity that everyone had to attend, but it would just be you two to show up and you would smash the beef between you two, and BOOM! Problem solved.

Just as the day came for the plan, something was weirdly off about you two. The morning of, you two both came into class at the same time and it was dead silent between you two. No bickering, no petty comments, and no evil stares. As more and more people were arriving, they would immediately notice the weird tension in the air. It was strangely quiet, not just because you and Bakugo were silent, but because everyone else was too. The thought of you guys not constantly at each other’s necks that morning sort of put off the rest of the class. It felt weird to talk over the dead silence when they were so used to your guys’ voices as ambiance while they were in conversation.

As the day went on, nothing changed and you guys were still silent and ignoring each other. Obviously, everyone was suspicious about what exactly happened between you two to make you ignore one another. There was no way that you guys were angry at each other because when you were, both of you made it clear by arguing and yelling loudly.

However, before anyone had the chance to ask why you guys were so quiet, Bakugo decided to approach you for the first time between class periods. At this point, the class was back to normal and having regular conversations with one another during break time, but all of their eyes were on you two, and their voices hushed to pay attention to the tense interaction shared between you two.

“Oi. Let’s talk,” said Bakugo bluntly.

You looked up at his crimson red eyes for a second before looking away as if his presence wasn’t even there. At this point, you didn’t know what to say to him, yet. This fired up Bakugo because within a second he started yelling again.

“HEY DUMBASS! YOU DON’T GET TO IGNORE ME LIKE THAT!” he screamed.

You turned to meet his glare annoyed, “Oh, shut the fuck up. I don’t owe you shit. Leave me alone.”

He tested, “The fuck did you say to me, idiot?!”

“Fuck off, dipshit, all you ever wanna do is yell! And might I add- you do it loudly. Are you such a fucking grandpa that you can’t even hear yourself speak? Can you ever jjust shut. the. fuck. UP!” you yelled back.

The arguing continued and the rest of Class 1-A continued with their previous conversations after seeing you guys back to normal. The tension between you guys soon left their minds as they continued with the rest of their day. Unbeknownst to them, the night before you two were arguing like usual in the kitchen area of the dorms before Bakugo made his first move on you.

The argument started with you getting angry at Bakugo for making a mess on the counter after spilling some of his water. It was late at night and no one else was around and you two happened to wake up around the same time to get a drink of water.

“You idiot, clean up your fucking mess. You spilled it all over the counter,” you said as you gestured to the spilled water.

“Tch. I didn’t spill shit. If it bothers you so much, why don’t you go clean it up yourself?” he groaned as he leaned against the counter.

Appalled, you grabbed the roll of paper towels and threw it at his head. He was caught off guard as the roll of paper hit his forehead. It fell and rolled out onto the floor. Now, he was truly annoyed.

“Fuck was that for, huh?!” he said staring at you, smoke practically coming out of his ears.

You laughed, “Just giving you a hand since it seemed like you were too fucking lazy to grab the paper towels yourself. Seems like the grandpa’s getting too old to do stuff for himself, boohoo.”

He growled, rage evident in his face. You laughed to yourself looking away from his face. The next thing you knew, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you against the fridge behind you. You were pinned by his big, rough hands and he was closer to your face than usual, yet still enraged.

You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but it was useless, “Let go of me, idiot! You need to learn how to take a fucking joke.”

He didn’t respond, but he kept his eyes on your face. You tried moving away, but now his grip on your shoulders tightened, making your breath hitch.

“What the fuck is your problem? You want me to say sorry or something? Did the paper towel knock the fucking sense out of you? Let me go!” you argued.

“What happened to all your fucking hero training? Can’t get out of my grip, huh? How pathetic,” he growled in a low tone.

You felt his eyes piercing into your own and it was making you a little bit uncomfortable. He’s never been physical with you, even with the constant bickering between you guys. This was a side of him you’ve never seen.

You started, “Look, did I hurt your feelings or something? Did I hit you really hard on the head? There’s no point in holding me against the fridge. Plus, the handle is kind of hurting my back-”

“Shut up,” he stated plainly.

He looked away, avoiding eye contact with you. Okay.... suspicious much...

You tried moving once again, then he pulled you up from the fridge only to slam you back against it, but this time harder.

“Why can’t you just fucking stay still?!” he started yelling.

“Ow! Because you’re being a fucking weirdo! There’s something fucking wrong with you, it’s starting to creep me out! What the fuck are your intentions anyway, huh?!” you argued back.

His calmness fading, he yelled back, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! ALL YOU EVER DO IS GET ON MY FUCKING NERVES LIKE YOU KNOW EVERY FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD!”

His face was inching closer and closer to your face with each word pouring from his mouth. You smirked at this.

You laughed, teasing, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”

He immediately froze after hearing that sentence spill from your mouth and avoided eye contact yet again. Oddly enough, he returned to his calmer self... If you didn’t know any better, it was obvious that that sentence held some truth with him.

“Look just-”

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours. Your eyes shot wide open at the shock of the situation. Bakugo Katsuki fucking kissed you... Bakugo Katsuki. The Bakugo Katsuki who always argued with you. The Bakugo Katsuki who always got on your nerves. THAT Bakugo Katsuki.

Taking you away from your thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss. He examined your face for your reaction, but you were frozen in place with your eyes shot wide open. You didn’t know what to do, as if you were a computer and you were going through some code that you weren’t programmed to handle. He looked away and scoffed at himself, mumbling.

“Of course, she didn’t fucking like that, idiot...” he mumbled.

His grip on you loosened and his hands were brought to his side and he couldn’t bear to look at you in the face again. Breaking from your frozen state, you focused your eyes on him. He pulled his face away from your point of view and was scratching his neck in embarrassment and you could notice the light blush spread on his cheeks. You felt a little tug on your heart that you’ve never felt before when looking at him. At that moment, he was just so freaking cute.

Mentally telling yourself that you’re gonna regret this later, you grabbed his face in your hands and pulled him closer to you again. Your lips locked with his and you closed your eyes to bask in the moment. Only this time, Bakugo’s eyes were shot wide open, but only for a second. Relief soon spread across his face and his eyes rested on your waist, pulling you closer.

Both of you guys wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever, the rivalry between you two completely non-existent. As all good things must come to an end, you pulled away from him and your eyes made contact for a second before you both looked away, blushing. Realization soon hit you and you didn’t know what to do next.

“I-”

“Uh-”

You guys stuttered at the same time, making eye contact for a second before looking away. The atmosphere between the two of you was confusing. Before you could think of another thing to say, he spoke up first.

“Good night,” he said.

He walked away swiftly and turned the corner to the hallway towards his dorm. You stood for a few seconds not knowing what to think. You released the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in and proceeded to walk towards your dorm room. Leaving the kitchen a bit of a mess for the night.

The next day it was Kaminari who was blamed for leaving the paper towel on the floor and some spilled water on the counter. Poor boy.

Now, the relationship that you had with ‘blasty-boy’ would probably seem complicated and confusing in the eyes of others, but you two were pretty content with where you guys were at. There was an unspoken agreement that you would keep your relationship under wraps. You knew how Bakugo always tried to upkeep his ego of being the best. You’ve always assumed that he didn’t want anyone to know he had a soft spot for you. And you didn’t necessarily mind not sharing your relationship out in the open, anyway. I mean, you guys only just made your relationship official, but it was a little hard to keep your mouth shut when you desperately wanted to gush about him with the other girls of Class 1-A.

Although, you guys have managed to maintain the rivalry between you guys in front of the others. It’s not like you guys were faking it, though. Only now, you guys saw it as fun, meaningless banter and meant nothing by it. The few times that you’ve got to spend with Bakugo alone were completely different from when you would be with him as a group.

On one of your more recent dates, he invited you to watch a movie in his dorm room and he was so adamant about keeping you close to him throughout the movie. At one point in the night, you tried to get up to use the restroom real quick and his arm around your waist pulled you back down, making you fall onto his lap and you stared up at him. He ignored you and stared at the laptop screen.

“Uh... I need to go pee. Let me go, please?” you smiled up at him.

He gave you a glance and reverted his stare to the screen again, “No.”

“What do you mean no? I drank so much water because the popcorn was too salty... come on. You want me to pee on you or something?” you joked.

He laughed, “So, what if I do?”

You sat up and his gaze finally met yours and his signature smirk was plastered on his face.

You grabbed one of his pillows and hit him with it, “Ew, you’re so fucking gross! I’m going.”

He laughed and finally allowed you to leave, but rest assured, he snuggled up with you when you came back.

Right now, you were hanging with the rest of your class in the common room. On Fridays, you guys all agreed to a movie night after a long week of classes. You were sitting with the rest of the girls, settled between Momo and Mina. The movie hasn’t started yet since everyone was starting to get comfortable and settled in. A few of your classmates were grabbing popcorn and other snacks in the kitchen while the rest of you guys were just chatting. Somehow, the conversation between the girls evolved into talking about relationships.

“Oh my god! There was this really cute guy that I accidentally bumped into at lunch and apparently he’s a third-year! I hope I bump into him again, he was seriously cute,” gushed Mina.

“That’s so cute, Mina! I wish I had, like, ANY romantic interactions. My life’s so boring...” groaned Ochaco.

“Same,” said Hagakure.

The rest of the girls sort of nodded in agreement, but you just sat there sipping your juice pouch loudly.

“Y/n? You’re awfully quiet,” teased Tsu as she nudged you with her elbow.

“Well, I mean-”

“What are you ladies talking about over here, huh?” said Denki as he and the other boys inched closer to the girls to join their conversation.

Momo spoke up, “Seems like Y/n over here has a crush!”

You covered your face in embarrassment, “No I do not! It’s... uh... look we’re just... talking?”

Kirishima teased, “Awe so who’s the lucky individual?”

“Yeah, I wanna know who captured our Y/n’s heart,” laughed Sero.

“It’s no one...” you said after trying to recover after digging yourself in a deeper hole.

“Hey, Bakugo. How do you feel about Y/n’s new crush, huh? Maybe your love for her isn’t reciprocated after all...” started Kaminari before Bakugo stood from his seat on the couch and grabbed his shirt to intimidate him.

He growled, “I don’t have a crush on Y/n. How many times do I have to tell you idiots that?!”

“You’re just jealous that Y/n’s significant other is probably hotter than you!” laughed Mina.

Visibly annoyed at the situation, Bakugo walks away rolling his eyes and mumbling, “Tch. Can’t believe I go to school with a bunch of idiots...”

“Awe, can’t take it anymore? Your love for me is so strong that it pains you to listen to this conversation, huh, Bakugo?” you teased.

“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom,” he said plainly.

The rest of your classmates on the couch got a laugh in before the topic of your potential significant other died down into smaller topics within different people. Those who were in the kitchen preparing the snacks for everyone finally came back and everyone was finding their seats around the TV and your boyfriend had yet to come back.

You pulled out your phone to text him and right as you did, Iida turned off the lights.

“Yo, Y/n. Turn off your phone it’s too bright and the movie’s about to start,” nudged Mina.

You apologized, “Sorry. I’ll turn it off in a minute I just need to text someone.”

You pulled up your boyfriend’s text log and typed in a message for him:

yo blasty boy why arent u back from the bathroom the movies starting

...also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle (lowkey of course hehe)

After sending those two messages, you put away your phone in your pocket. Everyone was concentrated on the movie and you set your attention on the TV screen until...

PING PING

A phone on the coffee table lit up brightly while making two loud notification pings. Everyone lost focus on the movie and looked over at the phone on the table. No doubt that it was your grandpa of a boyfriend’s phone pinging. Before you could do something, Kirishima grabbed it.

“Who the hell didn’t turn off their ringer? And why is it so damn loud..” laughed Sero.

Kirishima’s eyes scanned his phone for a quick second before his eyes widened and he covered his mouth in surprise.

“Holy shit! Bakugo has a girlfriend!” yelled Kirishima.

You couldn’t help but cover your face in your blanket... Bakugo was about to be so mad at you. Your secret would be out and honestly, you were glad, but you know that your boyfriend didn’t want anyone to find out anytime soon. At least, not like this.

Everyone turned to Kirishima, suddenly losing interest in the movie playing in front of them.

“Oh my god, you’re joking!” squealed Yaoyorozu.

Ojiro claimed, “There’s no way that Bakugo has a girlfriend. Not that hothead.”

“Bro, I’m not joking! And guess what... it’s someone in this room!” exclaimed Kirishima.

Everyone starts looking around the class, silently accusing their classmates of being the culprit.

“Look what they said: ‘also i saved u a seat next to me so we can cuddle‘! Someone better start speaking upppppp!” said Kaminari teasingly as he got the phone from the red-haired boy.

“So, who is it?” grinned Ochako.

Sero peeked at the phone in Kirishima’s hands, “There’s no name, it just says ‘dumbass’. That’s so like Bakugo.”

You sighed in relief. You didn’t know that Bakugo didn’t have your contact as your actual name.

“G-guys! I don’t think Kacchan would want us to go through his phone...” protested Midoriya.

“Midoriya is right! This is not respectful behavior, we should respect our classmate’s privacy,” Iida said matter-of-factly.

Kaminari replied, “Aw, come on you guys are no fun! It’s harmless, anyway! If it really is someone in our class, we were bound to find out! It’s inevitable!”

You grab the phone from him and said, “Wow, Kaminari, I didn’t know you had the vocabulary capacity for the word inevitable! Now, let me see this...”

Lo and behold, your messages were shown on the screen under the name ‘dumbass’. You tried to analyze the situation and how you could use this small sliver of anonymity to your advantage. You concluded that just trying to play off the situation would be the best thing to do-

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s that as Bakugo’s wallpaper?” said Mina as she slowly grabbed the phone from your hands.

Right then, a horror scene played out right in front of your eyes. As everyone was standing crowded around the phone (whether they agreed with peering through your boyfriend’s phone or not), they were looking at the brightly-lit device in the pink girl’s hands and she deleted the notifications to show his very-telling wallpaper… you could say there was a slight miscalculation in your plan as you failed to notice earlier that his wallpaper was the two of you... making out.

You couldn’t bear to look at what was on his phone as everyone let out their gasps. It was too embarrassing, everyone seeing such an intimate moment on your boyfriend’s phone. Bakugo had taken that picture on a whim one night when you two were having one of your movie nights. When he did that, you were shocked because there was no way that Bakugo took pictures of himself ever. Honestly, you were shocked to see that he knew how to take a selfie. Nonetheless, you peeked through your fingers at the phone in Mina’s hand just for a bit.

To your surprise, he set the wallpaper to LIVE MODE. Live mode...... Everyone was watching you guys make out in action like it was a fucking movie.

That motherfucker...

The silence of realization was then disrupted as the girls let out their squeals and the whole class was causing a commotion while the boys high-fived each other as if they won a competition or something. Everyone was up and moving, a strong contrast from them mere minutes ago when they were lounging around on the couch and floor. Sero was shaking your shoulders as you covered your face in your hands. Your face was heating up from all the embarrassment and you couldn’t bear to look at any of your classmates after what they just witnessed.

You didn’t know what to think. Half of you were completely embarrassed that your friends just saw you in an embarrassing scenario and half of you were angry at Bakugo because this was all his fault! Who the fuck puts such an intimate moment as their wallpaper?! Why not something cute? And of course, it had to be a live photo…

You finally peered through your hands again to see the scene in front of you. Mina was laughing so hard on the couch that she was on the verge of tears.

“I CAN’T BREATHE! NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD I EVER EXPECT THIS SHIT!” she cried.

Most of the boys were still jumping up and down like some monkeys due to the sheer excitement and energy in the room. Uraraka walked up to you and smiled widely while placing her hands firmly on your shoulders.

“Wow! Who would’ve thought that you and Bakugo were a thing! I honestly didn’t see that coming… sorry that we all had to find out that way. I was a little too absorbed in the excitement to consider how you felt,” said the round-faced girl.

With your face still red, you said, “Don’t worry about it… it was bound to happen soon enough, right? Although, now I’m a little embarrassed, but I guess I’m kind of relieved that I don’t have to put much effort into hiding our relationship anymore.”

Yaoyorozu chimed in, “Honestly, this is more entertaining than the movie we were just watching!”

You laughed along with the other girls who were nearby. On the other side of the room, the boys were making a train throughout the room and singing.

“Uh, y/n,” interrupted Asui, “Look.”

The man-of-the-hour walked in the room with his hands in his pockets with his usual grumpy expression. He stopped to examine the room and stared quietly at the energetic group of boys.

He scoffed, “What are you nerds doing? Why aren’t you guys watching the fucking movie, huh?”

He looked around the room until his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away, which caught his attention. Your mind was racing a mile a minute trying to think of an excuse. Your gaze averted to the ground, but you could hear his footsteps heading your way.

“Since when did your socks suddenly get so interesting that you can’t look me in the eyes?” teased Bakugo.

He brought his hand up to your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze. His playful smirk instantly dropped once he saw your expression. Your eyes were borderline teary and seemed lost, like a sad puppy.

He whispered so that only you could hear, “Baby… what’s up?”

You wanted to give in to his touch at that very moment and run into his arms, but you resisted because you knew that it would be too selfish given how you just broke your guys’ agreement. You didn’t deserve to be in his embrace right now, he was seconds away from finding out that your guys’ secret came out accidentally all because you sent a random text. You pulled your face away from his grip and moved away from him.

“W-wait, what-” he started.

“HEYYYYYYYYYYY, BAKUBRO!” said Kaminari and he wrapped an arm around him (much to Bakugo’s dismay), “How come you didn’t tell your buddies that you had a soft side to you, huh?”

Bakugo grunted, “What the fuck are you going on about?”

Kirishima chimed, “You know, you shouldn’t leave your phone out in the open like that… it makes you vulnerable!”

Still confused he said, ”Did worms get in your brains? We’ve been only one day off from school and you start lacking common sense?”

To his surprise, you walk up with his phone in your hand while keeping eye contact, unlike earlier.

“Sherlock, I thought you would’ve connected the dots by now,” you sighed, with a tinge of sadness behind it, “Your wallpaper… really?”

You hold up the phone up to his face and his reaction was almost humorous to you. His eyes widened and his face was painted with a light tint of pink.

For the first time in your life, you witnessed your boyfriend at a loss for words. The rest of your class watched the whole interaction and some restrained laughs were let out and they were all back to square one, laughing like maniacs. You were about to join in and laugh with them when you realized again what the situation at hand was. You were scared of how Bakugo would react since this would be the first rift in your relationship and you didn’t want to have a genuine argument with him, especially with how angry he could get. Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands grasp yours and you look up to see your boyfriend smiling at you.

“I-”

Before you could say a single word, he hauls you on his shoulder, and you yelp in surprise. You don’t know how you ended up in this position, but now you’re dangling off of him and now you’re staring at the ground. (Also, his face was dangerously close to your ass, but you didn’t mention it.) He starts walking away and away from the commotion towards his dorm room. Before you can protest, he leans his head on your body causing you to freeze up. You could feel his warmth from his body heat against your shirt.

“You know… I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you,” he says quietly.

Your brain took time to process that sentence… was Bakugo actually not mad? Most importantly, who knew such sweet words could come out of his mouth? You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief and you relaxed a bit.

Wanting to tease him, you said, “Sorry, you were too quiet. Could you repeat that again?”

He groaned, “I said… I’m not mad at you, I could never be.”

You giggled, “I know. I heard you the first time, but I thought my ears were deceiving me… Katsuki Bakugo is saying something nice for once? Whatttt…”

He shook you a little, “Forget it. You didn’t hear anything.”

Raising yourself a little, you patted your boyfriend on the head, “Nope. Remembering that phrase forever and ever.”

“Whatever.”

You smiled, “Whatever!”

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 3 years

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another helping of living w/ bakugou thoughts:

pls i am so sorry, i feel like i bombard y’all with these constantly, but u don’t understand, he literally lives in my brain full time

- if you’re rolling your sleeves up, to wash your hands before dinner, he’ll whack your hands away and do it himself. very much “you’re takin’ too long, idiot. i wanna eat already. let me do it.”,, don’t be fooled tho, you could do it in 2.5 seconds and he’d still open his mouth. bc it has absolutely nothing to do with u and everything to do with him wanting to be close to you

-ik he watches the mha equivalent of the history channel. i just know it. dude is a grandpa at heart, n im so confident he would 100% sit down and watch a 3 hr docu on like, old weaponry or some nerdy shit

-bakugou is annoyingly arrogant, but only about things that don’t matter. like, he’ll fully sit in front of you and tell you he’s stronger/faster/smarter in passing conversation,, but when he does actually impressive shit??? the man clams up. absolutely clams up the second you praise him, trying to brush off whatever ridiculous feat he just pulled to protect u with a “It’s not that big a deal, shut up about it already, dumbass.”

- pls mans is an absolute simp. u ask him to do something and he’s on his feet in a second. ofc he’s complaining but he’s also then following that up by doing things you didn’t even ask him to do. fan behavior honestly.

-when you’ve had a bad day, he’ll make u food and throw blankets in the dryer for u. don’t expect much verbal comforting from him, bc obviously, but he’s pretty good with actions. you always feel a little warmer after he’s wrapped you in a blanket n fed you something ungodly spicy

- i have absolutely no basis for this but ik he secretly watches kids movies. like, if it’s animated then he’s there. ofc no one is allowed to find out about this ‘embarrassing’ behavior tho, except maybe you. maybe. if you accidentally happen to see it bc he’d never tell u himself.

- he’s a beast to wake up in the morning, but he’s a lot more easy to convince if u pet his hair. or rub his back/shoulders. maybe even kiss his neck. look, u cannot tell me that he doesn’t want to be absolutely coddled in the morning- especially when he can get away with it so easily.

-bakugou always pulls ur legs into his lap if u sit down next to him. pls he’s so weird, he’ll just like, tap his fingers on ur calves absentmindedly while he’s watching tv

-he probably created a playlist of songs ur ‘allowed’ to play around him. meaning, it’s only the songs on ur phone that he likes 🙄

-bakugou always takes his work phone calls outside. like if his phone rings he’ll just stand up n walk tf out the door to take it. even if it’s cold. u ask him once about it n he just “Work stays at work. This is my fuckin’ home. Now shut up about it already.”

-you’ve never once seen this man wearing socks around the house. don’t ask me, i cannot explain this whatsoever, but i just kno this man walks around constantly barefoot 🤢🤮 unfortunately.

-he’s like, the most functional person ever in almost every aspect, but the stuff katsuki is bad at?? pls he is hopelessly bad. like, lets say art stuff. omg he just doesnt have the patience for it, okay, so say goodbye to any dreams of cute lil couple’s crafts. like, he’ll sit there while u do yours, but his will look like utter shit

- during the week, katsuki is either at work, training, or at home. pls, he works so hard during the day that i highly doubt he’s anything but an absolute homebody during the work week.

- bakugou gets pissy if u re-arrange any of the furniture on a whim. pls he likes comfort and familiarity n if he stubs his toe on the stupid coffee table one more fucking time, he’s going to scream

-its a rare occurance,, especially bc of the crazy hours he works,, but bakugou rlly likes making dinner for u to come home to. he just likes to feel like he’s taking care of u tbh

-he still goes to bed at like 8:30. or thats what u think, but rlly he just goes to sit in your room and have some time to himself for a bit. as much as he loves u, he prob still needs some alone time to recharge

-bakugou takes meticulous care of any plants u have in the house. like he’ll water them on a strict-ass schedule, n preen them when necessary. pls the way he’ll curse them out if they even dare to wilt under his care?? very much “What the hell, you bitch? ‘m doin’ everything fuckin’ perfect! Grow already!”

-katsuki is such a little bitch when he’s sick. he’ll be running like a 103 temp, brain literally melting, and still trying to get up and work out. the only way u can get him to chill the hell out is if u take a nap with him. ofc that means u always get sick too,, but hey- lil sacrifices right??

-he never lets you get the door. like, if there’s a knock n neither of u knows who it could be,, pls he’s on his feet so fast. waving u away n looking thru the keyhole w/ sm suspicion

-he has his spot on the couch, n u will not find him sitting anywhere else. like, that’s his spot. u better pray for anybody who mistakenly takes it

-bakugou doesn’t like dirt or grime, so he won’t allow you or himself, to sit on your bed with clothes that have been outside. like, even if you’re just sitting on top of the covers, he’s gonna throw a fit and demand you change your clothes first bc “No way in hell am I gonna let your dumbass dirty up my bed.”

-katsuki rlly likes when it storms outside. he’ll go sit in front of the window and watch the rain, sipping on a warm drink while he waits for more thunder.

-living with bakugou is incredibly frustrating, bc he’ll just show up with new skills all of the goddamn time. like you’ll be like, “hmm i’d love to remodel the bathroom someday”,, and the very next weekend bakugou is meticulously re-tiling the bathroom floor by hand, probably also painting the walls in a new color, maybe even installing a new sink just to spruce it up. n then he’ll just present the entirely new, upgraded room with such weird nonchalance that it pisses u off. pls and if you watch him while he does these little projects, with all the weird precision and skill he suddenly gains?? pls you’re sure he must be possessed by the ghost of a craftsman

- when he hangs out with the bakusquad, he’ll drag you along every time. he expects you to sit with him the entire time and act as a social buffer?? basically, someone’ll ask him a question, one he deems stupid and therefore not worth answering, and bakugou will just look at you expectantly. he’ll just stare at you blankly, hardly even blinking until you pick up the slack and answer for him. you call him out on this many times, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t change anything. he does this over and over and over again

-bakugou gets really unsettled when you guys fight. like, he can’t sleep and he’s snapping at everybody, and is somehow more aggressive than usual. he always wants to just make up already, but the pride in the way won’t allow it

-he’s a weird stickler about intended furniture functionality?? like, the table is for eating, and the couch is for watching tv, and then only way you’re gonna get him to mix the two is if you ask him rlly rlly nicely

-finally- i have no basis for this one, but ik it in my heart: bakugou has a very intense fight with your thermostat nearly every single day. he swears up and down that it never ‘behaves’ for him, but every time you check it, it’s working perfectly fine

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