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homiesexual-or-homosexual · 2 years

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Battle of the Bands - Chapter 9

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Genre: Chrissy doesn’t die and Eddie graduates, lil bit of a slow burn, fluff, eventual smut

Warnings: Hawkins residents, some disgruntled man on the side of the road, drug use (weed)

Word Count: 3K

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So that’s exactly what you did. You packed a good sized suitcase, good for a week of clothes and some extra things you think you’d want to bring along (extra blankets, pjs, maybe a stuffed animal or two). You’d also decided to bring along your bass, electric guitar, and the journal you’d drafted/write a couple songs on, both for the band and yourself. Don’t forget your favorite pillow!!

Your mom has also helped your map out the way to Hawkins, ending at the general area around the address Eddie had given you. It didn’t seem too hard, as long as you kept the map nearby. Afterwards, your mom and siblings had bid you goodbye, reassuring you that if your friends called for anything, your mom would tell them you were away somewhere for the next week or so. You’d also given her the phone number Eddie gave you, telling you to call her once you got there, or if it was too late, to call her tomorrow. You said you would, and off you went.

Kiss cassette in. Hands on the steering wheel. Thirty or so minutes later and you were cruising through the heart of Hawkins. It seemed like a nice little town, alive with life. A lot of people were out and about. Couldn’t blame them. It was a nice day outside. Speaking of a lot of people, you decided to ask a little, old man sitting by an ice cream parlor where Eddie Munson lived. You’d never seen anyone’s demeanor change so fast. What once was a nice old man, turned angry and offended. He gave you a short “The trailer park” and sent you on your way. Sheesh. What’s up his butt today??

So you were left to drive around some more until you saw a slightly run down sign that read “Forest Hills Trailer Park.” And you turned in there, spotting a much nicer looking couple sitting outsider of their own trailer. You pulled up beside them and ask where Eddie Munson lived. Their faces just brightened up. They gave you simple directions. You thanked them and were on your way. You followed them, and soon pulled up to a longer trailer house, Eddie’s van and two other cars. You very obviously didn’t recognize the other cars, nor did you know that Eddie had any plans today, not that you told him you were coming over in the first place. So you killed your van, carrying only your keys up to the door just in case. The closer you got to the door, the more the voices inside got louder. They seemed a mixture of angry and amused. There were a lot of different voices inside, so many, so loud that you couldn’t even hear Eddie if he was inside. Your anxiety started settling in as you overthought what you were doing and suddenly started hoping that you got the right house, even though Eddie’s van was parked just behind you.

Taking in a big, hopefully calming breath, you knocked loudly on Eddie’s door. The voices went quiet and heavy footsteps grew closer to the front door. The wooden door swung open and a frustrated Eddie stood a few steps above you, the screen door separating you both. As you two made eye contact, the frustration left Eddie’s face, surprise and excitement replaced it.

“Y/N!!”

He practically swings the screen door open your way, barely missing your body. He’s ushering you in, moving so fast that you have barely enough time to register your surroundings, and the people inside. You can only register the hand that excitedly pats around your back.

“Guys!” Eddie stands you in the center of the room. “This is Y/n! I met her at Battle of the Bands!!”

You glance at the kids in the room. There’s a bunch of kids settled all around the living room, all around the coffee table in the center of the living room. They all had the same shirt on, a baseball shirt with black sleeves, with a red demon in the center, a flaming sword on the left and a spiked ball attached to a wooden stick by a chain on the right. The words “Hellfire Club” were above them. The coffee table had a lot of things on it, some looked like dice, and other looked like figurines. Papers and pencils were scattered, but it seemed like an organized mess. You also recognized three of the boys from Corroded Coffin. The other three you didn’t recognize.

“Y/n, that’s Dustin,” He said to a curly haired boy that sat beside the head of the table. He had a baseball cap on and a cute little smile on his face.

“That’s Mike,” He pointed out a boy beside Dustin. He was much skinnier than Dustin, with dark brown curly hair and tired but entertained expression on his face.

“And that’s Lucas,” He pointed to a darker skinned boy. He gave you a small wave.

These three seemed a lot younger than you, maybe freshmen in high school. But they all seemed like a lovely bunch!

All the boys gave a chorus of waves and “hello”s in response to the introductions Eddie gave.

“Do you want anything?” Eddie asked, moving himself beside you. He seemed eagered to get back to whatever he was doing, but also eagered to get you settled comfortably.

“No, I’m good,” You smile at him. “But thank you.”

“Okay! Well come-come-come-,” He beckons you to follow him.

You follow Eddie, watching as he settled behind the wall of binders and papers built. He beckons you beside him with a pat on the ground. As everyone gets settled, Eddie explains what’s going on with what they’re doing, DnD, and before you know it, he’s leapt back in to his game, conducting the story and responding to his player’s tactics. While the kids make decisions, Eddie leans back against the couch and into you, quietly explaining to you what they’re doing and how their decisions could impact what’s going on. He even has you two lean into his papers and binders, pointing out things, occasionally a little smirk on his face when he points to something on one of the papers in front of him.

DnD goes well into the night, and as it progresses, it seems you and Eddie inch closer and closer together to the point where your shoulders almost touch and your thighs occasionally graze each other, depending on how you’re sitting. Soon, the kids start getting tired and one by one, Corroded Coffin leaves and a man comes by to pick up the kids, taking them home after they help Eddie clean up the table. And once everyone is gone, Eddie’s on you like leaves on a tree. He’s hugging you and swinging you both around excitedly. The metalhead follows you excitedly to your van, picking up your suitcase as your grab your small bag and your extra blankets and favorite pillow. And he insists that you sleep in his room and he’s gladly take the couch if you weren’t comfortable with him sleeping in the bed with you, and you have no choice really. He places your suitcase in his room and him having you sit on his bed so you can decided if you want to sleep on his bed or not. It’s pretty comfortable, not gonna lie. So you decided to sleep on his bed.

“Eddie-Eddie,” The man is excitedly pacing his room, making sure it’s clean and he doesn’t have any dirty dishes or half smoked cigarettes laying around, but he pauses at your face.

“Yes?”

“It’s your bed,” You start off. “You can sleep on it with me.”

“Are you sure? Are you one hundred percent sure? We can like sleep under separate blankets or place a couple pillows between us if that makes you comfortable,” Eddie rambles, pausing so he can get your answer.

“If that would make you feel better, we can have a couple pillows between us, but really,” You talk with your hands. “We don’t need to do that.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

It’s like something had been lifted from Eddie’s shoulders. That was one less thing he’d have to worry about. He knew he liked to cuddle in his sleep, if his pillows could talk they’d agree. So he wouldn’t have to worry about invading to your side of the bed passed the pillow barrier.

As Eddie finishes last minute stress cleaning, you stare at his room, finally getting a glance into the Munson household. There’s posters and papers covering all four walls of his room, a mixture of stapled, push pinned, and tabled up onto the walls. His floor is a dark brown carpet. His bed is placed against his wall, just above his door. He has a bedside table against the bed, it has a single drawer on it. There’s a mirror above it, and his guitar you recognized from Battle of the Bands just beside the mirror. He’s got a bookshelf beside his guitar, filled with trinkets and books and supposed journals. He’s also got an amp below his guitar, cords crowded it’s space and around. And across this side of the room sits a small, simple desk and with a simple but comfortable looking chair. The desk has a lamp on it and it’s filled with papers, pencils and more journals. But all in all, it’s a nice room that screams “Eddie Munson” and it has plenty of floor space for his, probably, stress pacing like he’s doing right now.

“Hey,” Eddie interrupts your gawking and you meet his expectant gaze. “I’ll be back. Feel free to change into your pj’s. I’m just going to the kitchen real quick. I’ll close the door and knock when I come back, okay?”

“Okay,” You smile at him.

You watch him leave, and Eddie closes the door as he leaves.

You change into your pj’s, a tank top and some sleep short shorts that you had a feeling you’d be pulling down the rest of the night so your ass wasn’t on, accidental, full display. You go through your suitcase, fishing out your favorite blanket, favorite stuffed animal and your pillow. You place them atop your suitcase just as Eddie does as promised, giving a small knock to his bedroom door before entering.

“You can come in!” You tell him.

Eddie comes in a little cautiously, like he’s shy but he grows more confident when he sees you settled comfortably on his bedroom floor.

“Oh? What’s this??” Eddie grabs your stuffed animal, eyeing you to make sure it was okay.

“That’s my wolf stuffed animal,” You tell him, fiddling with your fingers. “I can’t sleep without him.”

Eddie can only smile, helping you up off his floor and handing your wolf stuffed animal back. He grabs and throws your pillow and blanket onto the bed, hopefully throwing out the signals that “me casa, su casa.” He also decided to settle on his floor, leaning against the side of his bed. You settle beside him, your stuffed animal in your lap. You watch as he fishes a joint and lighter from the drawer in his bedside table. He lights it, giving it the few starter puffs it needs before taking a full hit of the joint. He hands it to you.

“So Mr. Munson,” You take your own hit of the joint before passing it back. “Whatcha been doing since you’ve been back? Give me all the Munson details.”

"Well, I went back to work," He pauses as he takes another hit. "I work at an auto repair shop in town. It's kinda dirty but it pays well. That and I've been hanging out with the kids you saw tonight. Seems like they really missed me while we were gone. But they couldn't believe I met a girl while I was there. You should've seen their faces when you first walked in."

Eddie laughs a little to himself, taking another hit as he rambles on.

"So those are the kids you mentioned over the phone?" You ask, getting a little more comfy on the carpet floor as you fully lean back against Eddie's bed.

"Oh yeah!" He passes you the joint. "I'm sure you were a little surprised when I mentioned them."

"Just a little."

You pause a bit, wafting away some smoke as you go to ask one of the many questions that bonk around in your brain.

"Is it just you that lives here or...?” You trail off a bit, not wanting to say anything awkward or uncomfortable.

"No, my uncle lives here too," Eddie answers, taking the joint back as you hand it to him. "He works nights a plant just outside of Hawkins. He's usually back early in the morning."

You nod, watching as Eddie brings the joint back up to his lips. His rings catch your eyes, as they often do, as the light above shines off of them. His hair is a little messy, small strands sticking out of his black mane, and his eyes are starting to look a little red around the edge. His cheeks look a little flushed, and you can't help but notice the heat in the room. And you're so focused on the way Eddie looks that you almost miss his sentence.

"Huh?"

Eddie only chuckles a bit, a plume of smoke leaving his lips, "I can show you around Hawkins tomorrow, if you'd like?"

"Of course! That's one of the many reasons I came here," You tell him, taking the joint as he offers it to you once again.

"Many reasons?" His eyebrows are raised in curiosity. "Mind naming a few?"

"Oh you know," You start off. "I just met like this pretty cool guy at this cool competition thing for bands all around the country. He played guitar so that like added to his coolness. And he was like super nice and he even gave me his number so I could call him when I got home."

"He sounds pretty cool," Eddie tells you as he watches you take another hit of his joint.

Eddie can't help but watch you. Watching your slender fingers bring the joint up to your pink, red tinted lips. You looked very pretty tonight, more than normal. Maybe it was the weed in his system, or the fact that both of you had practically hotboxed his room. Or maybe it was that tank top you were in, no bra underneath. But the fact that you halfway to being as high as a kite, your nipples were soft and didn’t poke through the shirt one bit. But Eddie guessed that was a good think, he didn’t need a full hard-on pressing against the zipper of his jeans.

He realizes he’s staring, and you’re staring back, holding the joint out towards him. You’re smiling a soft smile, and he returns one of his own, taking the joint. He realizes the heat from the joint is hotter than it’s supposed to be, and when he looks at it, it’s practically burned down to his fingertips.

“So,” Eddie paused, stumping out the remnants of the joint before fishing another pre-rolled one from his drawer and lighting it. “You’re turn. Tell me about your home life now that you’re back home.”

“Oh well. First, I have two younger siblings and they were very excited that I was back and like, never left my side. They even helped me unpack. My mom was also very excited that I was back home. She may or may not have tried to eavesdrop on our conversation when I called. The questions were like never ending after that called end. Oh and Ozzy, my cat. He was very happy that I was back home. He’s been meowing at me non-stop and has been sleeping behind me legs like every night,” You whip your head at him, remembering something. “Didn’t you say you help take care of the neighborhood cats???”

Eddie laughs at your suddenly change in topic, “Yeah, but they come out in the early morning and evening during the summer. Maybe we’ll be able to see them tomorrow.”

“Okay!”

“You work?”

“Not yet,” You answer. “But we have a local guitar shop in my town that I want to work at, so sometime when I get back I’m gonna apply.”

“Fun fun,” Eddie’s starting to feel the buzz of the weed, so he looks over at you after you trailed off a bit and sees you staring blankly at the wall in front of you two. He decides that this joint will be the last.

“You okay?” He asks, setting a hand on your lower thigh.

“Yeah,” You look between him and his hand on your thigh, relishing in how warm it was.

“Wanna come up on the bed?” Eddie offers, joint between his lips. “It’s a little more comfy than the floor.”

“Sure!”

“What side do you want?”

“Inside!” You answer, already crawling onto your chosen side, setting your wolf stuffed animal to the side.

Eddie laughs a bit to himself and at you, shaking his head in endearment.

As soon as you two settle, it’s like you were released from whatever trance the weed had places you in. Because as soon as Eddie gets comfortable on the bed and on his longer of pillows, you’ve eageredly settled down beside him on the pillow he was laying on. And you’re talking about everything and anything on your mind. Small family stories, stories from your time in high school, stories about you and your friends that were in the band with you, you even tell him where you got Ozzie.

“You found him under the hood of your car?”

“In the middle of winter!!” You tell him, eyes wide as you turn your head to look at him.

Eddie, not as high as you, can’t help but notice how close your faces are. But he tries to not think so hard about it.

“Are you comfy?? You still have your jeans on??” You ask.

“Oh…,” Eddie looks at his body, not covered by the blanket, and he’s indeed still dressed from the day. “Yeah. I should change.”

You watch as he gets up, but you look back up at the ceiling as he starts to pull his shirt off. And after what feels like forever, Eddie’s crawling back into bed beside you, this time under the blankets.

“Can I have another hit?” You gesture towards the joint he’s been hogging since he lit it.

“You sure?” He asks. “You’re pretty high already, sweet cheeks.”

“Just one more,” You ask. “Please?”

“Alright, one more,” Eddie hands you the joint. “But then no more, cause it’s getting past your bedtime.”

“Who says I have a bedtime?” You jab at him, scrunching your eyebrows at him as you take a hit.

“Me, honey.”

You stick your tongue out at him before taking another quick hit before Eddie can snatch the joint from your hands.

Eddie takes a hit, watching as you settle into the bed. Your eyes droop a bit. Eddie talks quietly, about his journey through his last year of high school and Hellfire. But he talks about the happier memories, relieving you of the bad ones.

The deep lull of his voice practically rocks you into dream land, as well as the relaxed state the weed had put you in. Before you know it, you’re off to sleep, hands over your stomach as your breathing deepens.

Eddie noticed your state, stubbing out his joint on the ashtray that sits on the bedside table. He closes the open drawer and shifts a bit, laying one arm on his stomach and another behind his head. And soon enough, due to the weight and warmth next to him, Eddie’s off to dreamland himself.

So soon to sleep, Eddie misses the front door open. And the footsteps that lead to his room. And the way his bedroom door creaks open, an older man peeking in to check on Eddie, spotting the unfamiliar girl beside his nephew. He shrugs, knowing if she were here longer than tonight, he’d meet her soon.

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coreytravelogue · 8 months

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Ode To My Travel Companions

It has been awhile since I have wrote in here, I did write something awhile back but decided not to post it as it was laced with the kind of emotion I don't like putting here all that much. While I know I have broken the internal rule of keeping my demons away from this blog multiple times I still try to abide by it.

Tomorrow marks the 9 year anniversary of my trip to Europe and I know what you are thinking. For fuck sakes Corey enough with talking about Europe 9 years ago. One year from now will be 10 years since maybe celebrate it then, and how about a novel idea of doing another trip. You are right and all in due time.

I wanted to write at least something for August and the idea came when my jacket's zipper broke. For a moment I got really depressed because this jacket is more than just an ordinary jacket this jacket is my travel jacket. After the initial worry of losing my jacket was overtaken with sheesh Corey just replace the zipper but it got me thinking of the 4 items I take with me on just about every trip and how much they mean to me and feel like this August would be a good time to pay homage to them because they all come with a backstory and oddly enough a very similar backstory at least in theme. Of course they are all linked through travel but linked in what they meant to me at the start and how it evolved. Lets start my 2 most obvious companions.

in 2012 and 2013 I often attended a live podcast called Geeks VS Nerds, during the intermission they had a raffle. I started to notice that they never mixed up the bowl before picking from it so I decided to spend 20 bucks on tickets right before the raffle and I was winning every time. It became a thing till they figured out how I won of course. Most of the stuff I won I gave to my friends at Nerd HQ as a way to level out my karma plus most of the stuff I didn't want anyway. However one of if not the biggest prizes I won was a hand sown version of the Jayne hat, the hat on the left side of the picture.

For those who like me at the time I didn't know what a Jayne hat is it comes from the show FireFly, a show I am not much of a fan of outside of what the meaning of the hat or what it meant for me.

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At first I did not want the hat, what would I do with hat like that that barely keeps my head warm and from a show I didn't care for? I even tried to give it away to a friend of mine, Dani. However Dani didn't feel comfortable taking it. I would like to think she instinctively thought that me and this hat should not be separated and that life had bigger plans for me and it than with her but chances are she probably didn't want the hat either.

Not long after that though I decided to travel to Europe and it didn't take long for me to figure out what I could use this hat for. I love the movie Amelie and always found the gnome around the world thing was a neat thing and thought why not do that but with hat. I was the only one I knew with that hat, everyone knew I had that hat and I hate taking selfies of myself so this was a best of both worlds.

However a few months before the trip I realized that I should buy a back up, just incase I lose the one I had and that is where the Jayne hat not he right side of the picture came from as I bought that one at a comic book store a month or so before the Europe.

The rest is pretty much history with my 2 Jayne hats, they have accompanied me in just about every place I have ever been to except Whitehorse because I for some stupid reason forgot to bring them. They are a staple of my travels and at times what drives my travels. I do not know if travel feels the same without those two with me.

This picture has a lot of history behind it and always makes me a little emotional, it looks like just a typical photo and it is but is more I know what I was thinking and feeling at that moment and no one could know it unless I told you. I won't tell you today but I also show this picture because you see the last two items I wish to pay homage to; my travel jacket and my messenger bag.

A month or so before I went on my trip my parents visited me in Vancouver for the last time and decided they wanted to buy me my travel supplies to make sure I was prepared. We went to a store called Atmosphere and I needed a jacket. The thing is I only had a jean jacket which is good for summer but not for winter and I had a winter jacket which is only good for winter obviously. I was going to be traveling in September, October and half of November. I needed a jacket that was light enough to not smother me during the late period of summer but warm enough to get me through all of fall. Of all the jackets the store help shown me it was that jacket that seemed right to me. I can't really remember why but I know the biggest selling point was inner pockets. It's hard to find that in jackets anymore but it is very important to me especially during traveling front pockets are easily pick pocketed however inner jacket pockets lower that risk at least a little bit. I know that was the biggest selling point of the jacket. I am pretty sure I didn't want it because it was too expensive and I didn't like my parents buying this stuff for me but they didn't care. So the jacket was mine and has remained mine ever since. Unlike the other 3 items I use this jacket the most and all through the year or at least when the weather is fine for it and given it is Vancouver this much of the year. Like my hats I can see myself ever not having the jacket in my life though I know of all of my items this jacket will be the first go given how much I have used it and much wear and tear is on it already. When it is no longer useable I will still keep it with me, in fact I may even want to be buried in it if it makes environmental sense. That is how much I love it and how much it means to me.

Lastly is my messenger bag. As I mentioned I was a part of a group called Nerd HQ and during my time there some of us did something called craft exchange where it was nearly a secret Santa. I suck at crafts but I thought it would be a good way to make pies for someone. I made 2 pies for one person but someone ho was my friend Tara's friend made me this messenger's bag. I feel so ashamed of myself now but at first I didn't like it. Like with the hat I thought what the hell would I use this bag for? There is no buttons or anything it looked like it had no real practical use. it took my friend Tara to sit me down and give me a well deserved tongue lashing to realize it is the thought that counts and you should be grateful someone put this much effort into something like this for you. She could not be more right, it did not take long for me to warm up to it and again once it became obvious I was going to Europe this messenger's bag immediately had a use and that bag became absolutely invaluable to me. I had a camping backpack but that is too large and bulky to bring everywhere I needed something compact, light and portable to carry stuff and that bag was absolutely perfect in so many ways. Perfect size to carry vinyl records and it had 2 inner pockets, one for my iPad and another was originally for my phone but over time became became the battery pocket. I cannot stress how much I love this bag now. It is also the most fragile though so I only use for travel.

So those are my four travel companions. 4 that have accompanied me on most if not all of my travels in the past 9 years and I hope for the next 9, 18 or 30 years. Doubtful but I will cross that bridge when I get there. They are and remain important pieces to me and my life.

They are constant reminders that sometimes you need to give something/someone a chance to reveal it's worth or you will miss out on so much. Sometimes what you want is not exactly what you need. I don't know if I will ever learn that lesson fully and it will always wind up hurting me.

So with that what is next. I plan on going to Edmonton and Victoria in October, I know yawn but you can't imagine how hard, expensive and stressful it is to travel right now. I could give you a story as to why but I am waiting till the trip that has given me grief is happening occurs to tell it.

There is of course another trip to Newfoundland but that is nothing new either. I know I have promised to do lots of travel over the years but there are a lot of underlining as well as obvious reasons as to why I haven't. Barring something seriously bad happening to the world and/or me I will be traveling in 2024 and it will be somewhere different, unique and/or fun. The plan is Japan, to burn all of my leave split between Newfoundland in December if I am still in Vancouver next year and Japan in November when I turn 40. If I am living in Newfoundland at that time then I am spending as much of my leave time as I can on Japan and leave a little time off for Christmas.

If not Japan, then Australia if affordable (which the tin of itself is doubtful) and if neither of those places are doable or affordable I am going back to Europe again because even though I have been to many of the places there at least twice I know I will have fun there and it would feel even sweeter to be back there 10 years later but I do want it to be Japan. Japan has always been #1 on my list but I never did. There is no better time than now or next year to finally see that place to cap off what has been period of highs and lows for me in my life that is my 30s. Till the next time shazbot nanu nanu.

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daddyissuesmademe · 4 years

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A/N: Okay so I know I was supposed to upload yesterday but long story short, universe said “no❤” Lots of period pain, family issues and minor accident later, I am posting this today. It’s my first time writing any kind of fanfiction content and it had to be smut. LMAO the audacity sheesh. Anyway, this is not good writing.(3/10. would not recommend) but if you do read feel free to point out mistakes and give me more writing tips. I want to write more and I already have a few ideas and plots.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Word Count: 2608

Warning: Curse words and filthy sex with a side of feels. bruh Jason Todd tied on a fucking chair. That’s right. YOu know rough stuff and 3 AM horny.

Requested: yep, sorta tweaked it. Hope you still like it dear anon :)

Summary: Jason Todd wanted to be in this position, tied up and teased. Wanted to be taken care of in his own way that involves dirty talking, chairs, aphrodisiacs and a lot of sex.You are just the person who is going to take care of him ;)

“You do realize that once we do this, there is no going back to normal”

“Baby, there has never been anything normal about us” and with knowing smirk Jason tipped his shot glass filled with sketchy alien aphrodisiacs in your direction and gulped it all at once.

You followed shortly after and everything that followed was blur or rather a bliss, you couldn’t tell. The aphrodisiacs had worked, maybe a little too well. With the newfound strength, you pushed Jason back in a nearby chair.

“Sit. Stay” you commanded. Fastening the pre-existent chains on the said chair, the urge to rip off not only your own clothes but Jason’s as well was stronger than ever.

You stood in front of him, his eyes raked over your poised body wanting nothing but to touch you and fuck you till you collapsed. You could see the lust in his eyes and you wanted nothing more than to act out all his fantasies but this was about him.

You leaned in and rested your face on his forehead, lips barely touching. He leaned in to close the gap but you stepped back just to be out of his reach. How he’d strain his whole body against the chair to kiss you but you didn’t want that, no. You wanted raw emotion, needy moans and most of all, him. You held his chin and made him look up at you.

“Let me make you feel good baby.” You whispered in his ear and tugged on his earlobe making him let out a grunt. You pulled away with a smirk on your face climbing onto his lap and wasting no time, you attached lips to his. You were used to this, the rush and aggression that often left you wanting for more. The way he’d claim your mouth with his tongue and make you feel so weak just like that. Your hand found its way into his hair and tugged it back making him moan and giving you the time to bite down on his lip. The other hand started exploring his broad chest which was already straining against the button down he wore. Letting go of each others lips, panting for air you worked on his shirt too aroused to think right, you ripped it open. You spread both your hands on his broad chest and let your hands explore the known scars. Your mouth now attached to his jaw, sucking on his sweet spot making him roll his eyes to the back of his head with soft whimpers. You moved down to his Adam’s apple. Grazing the sensitive skin with your teeth. He was breathing heavy, his gruff voice barley above a whisper. Without wasting a second, you attached your lips to his nipples

You could feel his cock straining against the rough material of his jeans and right onto your pussy.

“Don’t fucking tease me, baby girl” Jason growled and let his head fall back on the head rest of the chair. He loved the feeling of your pussy. No matter where or how it was. He wanted you, all of you.

You lifted your face off his chest to look at your work. Satisfied with wet mess on his right peck.

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” you grinned and started sucking on his collarbone leaving marks.

“Shut up” he managed to mummer out between the wave of pleasure he was experiencing. You could feel him vibrating, leaving his collarbone you trailed your tongue from his neck to cheekbones, your hands held his face as an attempt to resist his movement, your mouth trailed along his sharp features, leaving open mouthed kisses along the left side of his face and stopped right at the corner of his mouth, with such innocence you could only whisper 2 words “Make me.”

Jason felt those two words go right to his cock. Not only he was hard, his cock was throbbing. His dominant side wanted to break the restraints and fuck you on that chair. His hands trembling to feel your body against him so he could hold you down and shove his cock right in your pussy. The thoughts made his cock leak and way you kept grinding down on his hard on made him want it more.

You knew Jason and his alpha nature and also knew that the restraints would not hold him down. But you also knew how badly Jason would want to punish you for being a brat and that’s exactly what you did.

Whilst Jason was in his thought you got up from his lap, already missing the feel of your favourite spot and took a step back from him only to be met by a gorgeous sight.

You let your eyes wonder from top to bottom. Jason was in restraints. His raven hair was matted across his stunning face. You could see the marks you left on his body, going from his chest to collarbone to jaw. His lips, swollen and slightly apart, breathing heavy. His chest was heaving and glistened with sweat and your saliva. But what made you want to throw your control out of the window was his cock. Oh, sweet lord, you could never get used to how big he was and how you loved it when he used your holes, all of them knowing that he hits just the right spots. You could see the wet spot on his dark jeans. His pre cum, and you fucking loved it. He had let you put him in that position because he trusts you to take care of him and that’s what you had planned.

He whined at the lost contact. He was angry. The best kind of angry. The kind where he’d fuck you till you passed out.

“Once I am out of this chair you are going to regret this. I am going to fucking ruin you.” He growled out.

“Oh, I am sure I will.” You winked at him, clearly enjoying the show. You took a few steps back and stumbled on the coffee table. Perfect.

“Eyes on me, Todd” You said in a sultry voice and sat on the edge of the table. You knew his gaze would never leave you but damn he loved when you were vocal.

You slowly removed the t shirt you had been wearing only to show Jason what you’d been wearing under for all this time. It was a red silk set that matched his vigilante colours. The groan that left his body was an approval to you. Adding a bit more to the already sex laden air, you spread your legs. You were wet, cross that, dripping. The red silk had turned dark.

“Fucking hell” Jason swore. “You are dripping” he stated with a teasing voice. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you already are fucking dripping”

“Let’s fix that then, shall we?” with Jason’s head jerked. Finally, he was going to feel you against him but he was wrong and so fucking glad about it. What he saw was mesmerizing, you spread apart your legs and removed your bra letting it fall on the floor. You lightly grazed your nipples and they hardened instantly. Taking both your nipples between your fingers you started pulling and tugging. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back. The fact that Jason was watching made you feel hotter and you absentmindedly started moving your hips to grind down on the coffee table.

Jason was a mess. He was watching you touch yourself like he does, the way your eyes roll into the back of your head and the goose bumps you get under his touch. He wanted you, so badly. He wanted to be the one who put you in the hazy pleasure stage.

“Don’t fucking touch what’s not yours” His voice boomed through the room and you snapped out of your aroused state. You looked at the glorious needy mess that he was. Instead of replying to his comment you took your hand off your nipple and stuck two fingers in your mouth looking directly into his eyes. You heard him swear softly. The act had done a number on him.

Making sure to never break the eye contact you gently dragged your wet spit covered fingers across your body and stopped right on your pussy. Not being touched and the aphrodisiacs had made you so sensitive that bit down on your lip. You wanted to acknowledge Jason and his desperation to touch himself and you but you were so lost in your own world.

Your muscle memory kicked in, you spread your legs farther, slowly moving your fingers along your clit. The soft whimpers you let out of your mouth made Jason squirm on his chair. Wanting more you slipped the fingers in your dripping pussy. You felt your walls close on your two fingers but they weren’t enough. You started pumping yourself, fucking yourself in front of him, for him. Your body knew what you needed; two fingers became three. You were used to Jason’s cock but your three fingers plummeting in and out of you drove you over the edge and that’s when you felt it.

“FUCK FUCK JASON FUCK” you moaned his name as you felt your walls clench, you pinched your swollen nipples as your breathing got heavier. Just like a rush you let go. Moaning his name in a daze and still fingering your pussy through the first of many orgasms on the night.

Jason watched. He watched you finger yourself like he did, he watched you cum while you moaned his name like a prayer. He has smelled the air, the sweet scent of you making him loose his mind. He was on the verge of sobbing hell. Begging for a taste of you. But he knew if he gave in, you’d keep him there for hours.

“Look what a mess you made” he hissed at the sudden contact. Without a second thought you had taken his swollen tip in your mouth. Jason moaned, and the sounds he made were a melody to your ears. There was no way you could have fit all his 9 inches in your throat but you cleaned him up. Feeling your mouth on him, he started to thrust upwards in your throat but you let him go with a pop.

“You filthy brat, so needy so fucking needy, all it took were three fingers for you cum like that, huh? Like a fucking whore, but that wasn’t enough for you was it? You want more, don’t you?” with each passing word you started coming down from your high and wanting Jason more than ever. “Next time you cum moaning out my name, it better be when I’m fucking you into oblivion.”

You don’t remember walking towards him or undoing his belt but you do remember his cock, how he had cum undone.

He wanted more and seeing you spread out on your knees with strings of saliva and his cum dripping from your swollen lips made his cock twitch.

“I love the sounds you make for me, Babyboy but what I love more is you thinking you are in-charge here” you got off your knees and took off your last piece of clothing.

“I give orders around here honey and I decide how I get you fuck you” and straddled him again, he opened his mouth to retort back at you but you were quick to stuff his pretty mouth with your soaked panties. He moaned at the taste. So obscene, so raw and to add to his overflow to pleasure you started grinding your wet cunt against him. Your hole was so wet a proper angle would have had you impaled on his cock.

“Such pretty noises put a pornstar to shame Jason.” With very word you kept grinding on him, harder and faster.

“You know what I want Jason?” you looked him in the eye with lust and need “I want you to stretch me out, until I can’t take it anymore. I want you to fuck me like you hate me” He couldn’t take it anymore, he was babbling with your panties in his mouth, he thrusted into you, at least he tried to. A few tears slipped as he knew you had the control.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full Jay, you want to cum, don’t you? You want me to take care you, right baby?” You cooed at him. One last time before you’d your control slip.

He nodded at you with his eyes brimming with tears and he shook beneath you.

“Mine”

You let go. Raising yourself and lining your dripping cunt with his still hard cock, you slammed onto him. The impact was a bliss, both of you were moaning. He felt so good, so big inside you. You loved how he stretched you out so nice. Jason fucking sent it. He was on cloud 9. Never had he ever came in his pants and never he thought he could cum this fast but the way you arched your back and gave a full display of your sweaty tits, oh how he wanted to suck on them and he did. With your panties still in his mouth he tasted your hard and swollen nipple mixed with your juices.

His mouth on yours made you weak and the way you called out his name and how he was so desperate for you made you bounce harder on him. You were both so overstimulated and wanted a release,

“Such a good boy for me, hMPH FUCK” Your hands in his hair pushing him into your chest. “So close fuck Jason what a fucking sight” words didn’t make sense to you. All you knew was how fucked out Jason looked under you and how you were going to cum. And you body followed right after as you let your second orgasm take over and fell apart right on his cock still inside your pussy.

You felt the aphrodisiatic high leave your body but Jason wasn’t done. He fucked you through your orgasm. He felt your body go limp and fucking went for it. Thrusting upward into your gripping pussy that as spread over him. He was going to break you into two. You knew it. He knew it. Putting your hands on his shoulder for support you let him torture your leaky cunt.

“fuck fuck fuck “you swore with each thrust “Just like that fuck, yes Jason. oh fuck, fuck.” His thrusts stronger than ever and his cock pulsing, waiting to release. You were sure his cock was messing with your brain because the only words you could say were “fuck” “Jason” and “harder” he was close and your words were an encouragement to him.

“Cum inside me. Fucking shit Jason, fill me up” you screamed one last time and he did, like a good boy he had cum for you.

You were both panting, the aphrodisiacs out of your systems were overtaken by soreness and tired.

You were resting your head shoulder and he was resting his on yours. You used your whatsoever left energy to unchain Jason and he immediately put his hands on your hips, feeling you up and down. You were both breathing heavily and on the verge of passing out on that same chair. Yet you were still trying to come off the roller coaster and get normal.

But then you remembered, nothing has ever been normal with you and with that last thought on your sound mind, you drifted to a peaceful slumber.

#jason todd smut #jason todd x reader #jason todd x reader smut #nfsw jason todd #red hood x reader #red hood smut #jason todd one shot #dc

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id-rather-be-an-outsider · 2 years

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Self Ship Prompt!!

• I was tagged by @pr1ncessm00n 💕 tysm for tagging me! I’m very excited to do this uwu

• modern!au for this ship bc canon universe is too depressing to have a relationship w Porco in 😭💔

1. your anime self ship in person

Porco Galliard aka Papi Porco 😩🥵🤯😍

2. your ship name

Pormile doesn’t look right, so EmiCo it is!

3. what do you call each other?

That’s a good question! I think for me, I’d call Porco: Porco, Pock, Pocky, Pockyboi, Babe, Baby, Hottie, Cutie, Hotman (bc ATLA ofc uwu), and probably a bunch of different things when he’d try to get on my nerves (think: Fucker, Asshat, Fucknuggets etc) LMAO

I think Porco would call me Emile, Emi, E, Mamas, Baby, Mommy, Cutie, Babygirl, Babe, Hottie, etc and the same nicknames for when I’m getting on his nerves 😇

4. who confessed first?

In general, I’m SUPER shy when it comes to crushes and stuff, so he’d definitely be the one to ask me out, but I would reciprocate whatever energy he gave because how could I NOT like him back? He’s beautiful 😩💕 Any first steps would almost certainly be initiated by him because I’m too pussy to be that forward.

In reference to the L-word, I have a rule of not confessing first. Not out of pride, but because I never want to pressure anyone into saying it when they’re not comfortable doing so, so even though I would be READY to say it first, I would wait for him. BUT, I have a feeling that he would end up saying it when he’s frustrated about me NOT saying it, or if something happens to me he might say it then. I feel like we might end up playing the long game on that one for no reason, though, and that would be annoying LOL

5. how long have you been together?

SHEESH forEVER! or if we haven’t been together for that long, it at least feels like we’ve been together forever. We’d get comfortable around each other quick, and I think because we’d be kindred spirits, we would know each other’s souls uwu 💕

6. are you affectionate?

HELL YEA! I’m a slut for cuddles and hand-holding, long hugs etc. I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder, so physical touch of any kind helps me to stay calm and keep my constantly racing thoughts from going out of control.

Porco is DEFINITELY someone to be affectionate. I think he loves it, and enjoys having a hand on my knee, my calve, thigh, just wherever is easiest, and I think he relishes in PDA - even more so if he’s ever feeling jealous because this is PORCO we’re talking about lol. Cuddling at night for sure, among other things 👀 long story short: Porco’s a fiend okay? okay 🥵

7. living together/married?

living together! not married yet - we plan to eventually but for now we’re just cruising, we’re comfortable :)

8. kids:

none yet! when we get married, we’re probably just gonna spend the first couple years having fun and enjoying our time alone together, but Porco’s relationship with his brother made kids SUPER important for him. When we DO take that leap, we’ll have one biological child, and adopt another one when we feel ready to handle two kids at once. they’ll both be girls, because let’s be honest, Porco would be the BEST dad for girls and their Uncle Marcel would come over all the time! Besides, Porco NEEDS girls, because they would teach him some important lessons about life.

9. what your friend group looks like

I’m a Paradis kid in this ship, so you know all of our lovely cadets would be my friends, but Jean, Ymir and Historia would be my closest friends from the bunch. Porco’s friends would be the Warriors and Candidates, of course. Of his friends, I think I would be closest to Marcel, Pieck and Colt, and of my friends, I think Ymir and Jean would get the closest to Porco, but he would still be pretty popular all around.

10. how you each get along with your friends

I think we would get along with each other’s friends swimmingly! Porco is a caring, friendly person (to everyone but Reiner, which while not fair, is understandable in the series) who likes to have fun and is fiercely loyal to his friends, and I think that introducing him to all my Paradis buddies would mean he was instantly liked by everyone. I can only hope that all of his friends would like me, but seeing how they’re all so nice, I definitely would like all of them. Marcel would already know me before Porco introduced me to the group because he can’t exactly spend time with me at his dorm (pre-move-in) without his brother knowing, and eventually the three of us would have an apartment together, possibly adding Pieck along the way. Pieck, being one of Porco’s best friends, as well as a good judge of character, would probably attach herself to me from the very start, seeing my anxiety and how much I care about Porco and deciding she wanted to be my friend, and I think Colt and I would find we have a lot in common. As for my friends, I think Ymir and Porco would bond over them both being so close to me, and them both having small girlfriends they need to protect… plus all the double dates would force them to break the ice pretty quick. Jean and Porco would get along well from having complementary dispositions. They’d definitely have more in common than they would think at first glance, and I’d like to think that if Marcel wasn’t the best man at our wedding, Jean would be.

11. night in or night out

Both! I love adventuring, but I’m also content with a movie night, and Porco would be the same way. We’d probably start most of our dates out on the town or somewhere, then finish them at home cuddled up on the couch :)

12. your favorite date day/night

I think my favorite date would probably be traveling. I’ve always wanted to visit Morocco and Tunisia to see what kind of world my ancestors lived in, Ireland to find my family castle, Egypt to study (I’m super into Egyptology), France for the food and family history, England, Scotland, Sweden, the Czech Republic and Slovakia, because I have ethnic ties there, and I think Porco would enjoy it, too. Of course, we would also go wherever his ethnic road map lead us, as it’s only fitting. I think just the two of us exploring the world and our history together would be magical, and if we were ever to have a surprise (👀💍👀🍼👀) it would happen on one of those trips!

BLANK FORM:

1. your anime self ship in person

2. your ship name

3. what do you call each other?

4. who confessed first?

5. how long have you been together?

6. are you affectionate?

7. living together/married?

8. kids:

9. what your friend group looks like

10. how you each get along with your friends

11. night in or night out

12. your favorite date day/night

fun fact: my kitty is laying on my lap as I finish this (sitting on the TOILET, no less) and she looks very precious and is purring sm it is adorable but also gross at the same time bc ma’am I was TRYING to take a DUMP

I thoroughly enjoyed indulging myself in this, thanks again @pr1ncessm00n for tagging me! 🥺💕 I’m so glad Tumblr lead me to you! Self-shipping ftw!

I nominate @lucypcvensie @spacetalbot @jihannieart and @bigfatpickle333 🌸 good luck! 🌸

#outsider rambles #get to know me #tag games #aot challenge #self ship challenge #porco galliard #aot porco

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heyheshi · 4 years

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Mirror Selfies, Fake Hickeys, and Cheetos... And Lots of Make Out Sheesh

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written and uploaded: August 27, 2020

🦋 - fluff

🌙 - angst...? Idek now honestly lmao

💎 - smut, well just lots of make out sheesh

Please like and reblog! Also please don't post my writings anywhere!

Have y'all heard "Half The World Away"? This piece could have been a song fic since it's about being best friends but I've already wrote like half of this when I got the idea and this is in your POV so I'll be doing a song fic soon! And it's about HTWA! in Harry's POV on my 2nd month!

Masterlist

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You checked out your outfit one last time in front of your full body mirror - smoothing out those little wrinkles and making sure that your chosen clothes emphasizes your body in the most flattering way. My butt's poppin!, you thought to yourself.

The attire of your choice wasn't entirely revealing, wearing a white sailor pants with eight gold buttons in front - four on each sides, a sheer laced white sleeveless bodysuit that plunges just enough to show a bit of your cleavage, and white pumps. You look elegant in your opinion but not elegant enough to not get hit on in a club.

You're not trying to empress anyone but you also don't wanna look like you just got out of bed on your cousin's party. You decided not to wear any makeup - just some eyeliner and lip gloss, your hair parted in the middle in a low tight ponytail. You added a few gold accessories to accent everything.

You're sure that the club's packed and you're gonna get sweaty, you don't want any makeup to ruin your white clothes. Keeping your fingers crossed that you can keep everything clean and intact throughout the night.

Natural and elegant. Keep it natural and elegant, your mums words keeps replaying in your head.

You took your phone out from your purse that's laying on the dresser - opening the camera app and posing for a couple of mirror shots but only having three of your favorite - one doing a very cheeky pose by smiling big at the mirror while winking, your other hand doing the 'gun'; one looking sweet and shy, looking at the mirror with your eyes wide while holding a strand of your hair as if you're a child being handed your favorite sweet treat; and one looking sexy and seductive, putting your pointer finger on your lip as if biting on it as you look straight into the camera through your mirror.

Giggling to yourself after checking out the photos, you opened the messages app next and clicked on your conversation with your best friend Harry.

"Think it passed the "okay" looking?", you typed...

And sent!

You found him attractive but vowed to not cross any lines but you're feeling extra brave tonight so you also sent him the one where you looked really really hot - in your opinion.

Honestly, you'd say you're tall but not tall enough to rock a sailor pants the way Harry does but to your surprise, you looked rather ravishing tonight.

Your best friend of 2 years gifted you these pants as a joke as you always teased him about wearing one so one night he brought you these pants and said, "you better at least look okay in it" but now jokes on him. You thought that those three pictures will do the honors of mocking him.

As you're locking your front door, you hear your phone notification - a new message from "Sugar Baby :<", an inside joke that you used as Harry's contact name.

"Who was I kidding, you look good in anything. Take care and don't forget our plans tomorrow!", the message said, quickly responding with two frog emojis, you locked your phone.

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The club really is packed but your cousin had this private booth for everyone so it's all good. You partied like a college student with your cousin and her other friends, managing to not ruin your clothes despite of everyone's clumsiness.

You don't remember much besides drinking and dancing and talking and laughing and kissing this guy - Austin. He was one of those guys that looks like they modeled for some clothing magazine - an underwear apparel perhaps.

It didn't get far with Austin, you mostly just danced and made out but you're also not sure since you're too drunk to comprehend anything. The last thing you remember was you saying goodbye to your cousin and Austin getting you a cab then you're back to your house.

You didn't remember if you paid the driver more than the real rate but you didn't care, you're too excited to try this hairstyle you saw on one of your cousin's friend.

Opening your front door and locking it after you got in, you kicked off your heels and got a bottled water on the fridge to bring to your room. Everything looks blurry but the digital clock on your bedside table reads 2:13 AM.

The last thing you remember was removing your almost non-existent makeup after changing your clothes and sitting on your dresser.

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You woke up on your bed feeling light-headed but at the same time feeling like you have 10 pounds of rock on top of it. You noticed that you're laying on your bed wearing your worn out college shirt, some underwear and a tiny pair of shorts. Your blinds shut all the way and your clock reading 9:48 AM.

Freaking out, you remembered your plans with your best friend today. Scrambling out of your bed to your bathroom, you brushed your teeth and washed your face thanking the heavens for giving you enough time to change out of your clothes last night - which is now on your hamper near your bathroom door - and cleaning your face properly.

You also noticed that your hair is properly styled - your hair's upper half's sectioned into three then braided to meet in the middle, while the half down's curled into waves.

You left the bathroom and went to your dresser to check your phone. You saw that your hair curler is still plugged but turned off - quickly unplugging it - and your other hair styling supplies laid on your dresser.

You head is still pounding as you look through your messages and missed calls. None of them from "Sugar Baby :<". Sighing, you racked your mind as much as you can to remember why your hair is styled this way and why hasn't your best friend called, maybe he got called in the studio last-minute, your mind told you.

Shaking your head, you slowly opened your door to strut down to your kitchen to eat some breakfast and take some Advil to at least ease your headache.

You were about to put some cereal on your bowl when Harry appeared out of nowhere startling you, a few bits of your corn flakes now scattered on your table.

"Mornin' sleepy head", Harry chuckles, greeting you with a teasing smile as if to mock you for mocking him last night when you're the one who's hammered right now. You looked at him with scarred eyes then pulling your eyebrows together as if questioning him.

"You gave me a spare key, remember. Knew you'd be hung over so I didn't woke you up, just let myself in. Was in the washroom when you got down.", he said answering your unvoiced question, "oh I also got you some waffles from your favorite diner, it's in the living room.", you only smiled at him as a sign of gratitude.

You started cleaning up your mess when you heard him speak once again, "wild night huh?", Harry teases you.

You looked up to meet his eyes, "Huh? What're you talking 'bout?", you asked in your morning voice, only having to talk right now for the first time.

"Huh? What are you talking about?", Harry failed miserably on trying to copy your voice, you only laughed at him. "C'mon love, don't be shy now!", he added.

You shake your head at him and looked down, "I really don't know what you're talking about...", you kept your head down as your tried to think of everything that happened last night that might connect to what Harry was saying.

"So you're telling me nobody tried to hit on you with THAT outfit last night?", he joked.

"Uh well someone did but nothing happened, I swear, so please just tell me what is it. My head hurts when I try to think."

Harry took his phone from his pocket and gave it to you, the camera app opened. You can see your tired looking face on the screen, "look at your neck, you got three.", Harry explained.

Trying to find what he's talking about, you moved your hair away from your neck and saw it. Three bruises on your neck, a hickey perhaps? One below your right ear, one just above your left collarbone, and one in the middle of your neck.

"Oh...", was the only thing you said as you further examined the bruises and giving the phone back to Harry. You're sure that Austin didn't leave a mark then you realized something.

At first it looked like a love mark but when you looked closely to it, you'd realize that it's a burn - your hair curler burn. After realizing it, the events after you went home last night came rushing back making you hold your head.

You remember everything from changing your clothes, to removing your make up, to sitting on your dresser and clumsily trying this hair style you saw on the party and managing to burn yourself more than usual as you curl your hair, then going to bed after you gave up by turning off the curler.

Looking back at it, your hair style and burns doesn't look that awful for some drunk fella doing it. And for some reason, you don't want to tell your best friend the truth so you just shrugged it off as you finished cleaning up your mess.

You can feel his eyes burning on your neck as you rounded the table and giving him a hug, "thank you for the food.", you said and went to plop down on your couch in the living room, leaving H astounded and confused.

You started opening the take out boxes that contains your waffles and some other breakfast as Harry opened your T.V. and launched Netflix.

The silence was nice for your head with only a few laughs here and there as you both watched and eat some breakfast but Harry was unusually very quiet, not making any remarks at all.

You decided to ask him later and finished off your food, Harry already done with his a few minutes ago. You stood up the couch and took your trash to the kitchen then taking some pain reliever for your head before going back to the living room.

When you went back to Harry, he was just looking absent-mindedly on the television so you sat really close to him and took his right arm so you can tuck yourself beside him, bringing back his arms but this time around your body.

"What's the matter?", you asked as you looked up at him, the medicine already taking its effect making you less dizzy.

"Just tired love.", he said not looking down at you. You only nodded and never thought much about it and looked back to the show you both were watching while caressing his hands that's laying near your tummy.

A few more minutes on the movie, you called out his name, "Harry, I can tell something's bothering you...", you whispered.

Harry being Harry, whipped his head so fast that your lips accidentally touched in a peck. Sighing, he moved his head away from yours, "later.", was the only thing he said, not giving you any explanation.

You knew that the sigh wasn't because of the accidental kiss. You've shared a kiss or two before when you were both drunk or accidentally kissed like this so it wasn't new but it didn't stop you from running your tongue throughout your lower lips when he wasn't looking.

He was acting really strange. He's always really affectionate and flirty when it comes towards you so - always mocking you or telling you jokes and distracting you most of the time by tickling you as you cuddle with him - so you know that something's bothering him right now.

He looked at you when you started to move away from him, only for you to straddle his lap and hug him, something you usually do when he's feeling down.

Yes, it doesn't look like something best friends would do but you both became really comfortable enough around each other to do this.

The show long forgotten as you tended your Harry, running your hands through his hair as you pecked his hairline repeatedly. Harry had his head on your neck as he holds you tight against his body, his two big hands covering almost all of your back.

You don't know how much time has passed but you didn't mind until you felt Harry's hand going at the back of your neck, finger tips felt like he's tickling your skin but you didn't make a huge deal out of it.

Your legs now feeling a bit numb so you adjusted yourself on his lap, Harry's head snapping back to you, "stop moving, Y/N.", he said sternly and you whispered an apology. You knew how much he hated it when you two cuddled and you can't stop moving.

He just put his head back to your neck again and for a few minutes everything is peaceful until you felt ticklish on the spot where Harry's head's placed but you refrained from moving, not wanting to upset him any further.

The movement was barely there for a few minutes until you can firmly feel his lips kissing and licking your neck, "H-harry, wh-what are you d-doing?", you tried to push him away but he only hold you closer, your moans threatening to spill as he continues his movements.

You then felt him suck and bit on your neck, a movement you knew will give you a mark - Harry's mark, and then you realized that where he's doing it is the spot where you burned yourself.

You cannot stop yourself from finally gripping his hair to push his head more towards your neck, both of you moaning a bit.

"What're we doing?", you panted heavily as Harry moved his head, probably heading towards your other burn below your ear.

His mouth working deliciously on your skin making your stomach churn and making you grind on him in return, moaning in delight.

"I'm just making sure that those marks are now MY marks.", Harry looked up to you with droopy eyes then went back to marking you.

"I- bu-", you couldn't form any coherent word, let alone a sentence so you just let your best friend mark you as much as he wanted.

You know it's wrong and that you vowed not to cross any line but his lips just felt too good on your skin to stop it.

You gripped his hair tightly making Harry moan as he marked you on the thrid spot, the middle of your neck, one of your sweet spots - and you think Harry noticed as your moans and whimpers of his name got louder making him suck harder.

You grounded you hips on his, feeling him get hard. You yanked his hair away from your neck and met his lips in a hot steamy kiss. His hands now on your hips, helping you move your hips against his.

Moans, pants and whimpers was all you can hear around the living room until you pulled away.

"I- Harry what are we thinking?!", your frustration is heard and can be seen on your face, your lips swollen and your neck red and starting to bruise from Harry's earlier assault.

Harry throw his head back on the couch, "fuck! 'M so sorry love! I- I always- fuck! I just, was so jealous of the guy I couldn't contain my possessiveness and you're not even mine!"

You only looked at him surprised, "I-", you didn't finish your sentence as you went back to kiss him again which took Harry by surprise but eagerly kissed you back.

"It was a burn.", you panted against Harry's lips.

He pulled away, looking at you confused, "what?".

"Nothing happened last night, we only made out, it wasn't hickeys, it was hair curler burns...", you explained blushing.

He put his hands on your arms, caressing it lightly, "why didn't you tell me?"

"Dunno", you shrugged, "guess I wanted to know how you'd react, make you jealous maybe...", you looked down ashamed of yourself, feeling so small under his gaze.

Harry only laughed as he run his fingers along his marks, "well it worked. Got really jealous, love.", he said and angled your face to meet his eyes. "Liked you since forever and I was jealous, thought he got to take THAT outfit off of you last night...", Harry murmured, his ears looking red out of embarrassment making you feel a bit better.

"Liked you since forever too... and good thing I went home alone, huh?", you teased Harry, ruffling his hair a bit and putting both of your hands on his shirt clad chest.

"He still got to kiss you..."

"Well then guess you got a lot of making up to do!", with that you kissed him again, hungrily. Until he pulled away.

"Cheetos.", Harry said then went back to kissing you again but you're too confused to continue.

"H, what?"

"Those three pictures last night...", he kissed down your neck as he continued, "Cheetos, salsa-queso for the one where you looked cute and cheesy...", slowly going back up, "the sweetos Cheetos - the cinnamon sugar puff ones - for the one where you looked like a child...", he pulled away at last making you breathe out finally, "and flamin hot Cheetos for the one where you looked really sexy.", Harry smiled cheekily at you as you pondered on what he said.

"You couldn't have thought of something better to compare me to, huh?", you laughed at him but you think it's sweet, really.

Harry played with the tips of your hair and said, "I bet you fifty bucks that you sent that last picture just to seduce me."

"Well Mister Styles you're right!", you laughed, "why? Are you mad?"

"Mad? That outfit made me lose control, really thankfully it led to this."

You pecked his lips once more, "hmmm, you're right... so what now...?"

"Well for starters, you could've called me to take care of you last night...", his sweet words ran through your head until he continued, "and well you owe me...", he did this cute thinking face that you love, "you have to wear it again, this time, with ME beside you, want us to match too!", you giggled at his childishness but let him continue.

"That's just an excuse to take it off of you the next time around!", he overexaggeratedly winked at you, letting you know that he's joking - maybe not but honestly you don't mind!

You sighed then smiled, "that's it?"

"Well you do owe me a date, miss."

You removed yourself away from him and stood up, "is that so? You gotta call me SUGAR MOMMY first!", you teased him.

"Stop! Come back here!", Harry made a grabby hands at you while jutting out his lips.

"Okay, just tell me when and where!", after that words came out of your mouth, Harry quickly went to where you're standing and kissed you for a few seconds before carrying you to your bedroom where you spent the rest of the day kissing and laughing and planning for your first date. Making a mental note to buy those Cheetos to bring along to your date.

Your headache long gone and the both of you not feeling any hunger as long as you got each others lips. For the first time in months, you felt really happy, now you wouldn't be jealous of Harry being with other people, and him to you but the thought of putting your friendship with him at risk scares you to death but with him beside you, you knew that it'll all work out in the end.

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✨ Anon Playlist

For my ✨ anon, I hope it’s what you were looking for!

warning: slight timeskip!nishinoya spoilers, kissing?

gif not mine, credit to owner

A/N: I tried to make this GN! since I don’t know your pronouns, if you have any problems please let me know!

Relationship Head Cannons

Okok reading your ask I definitely had to pair you with Nishinoya!! Looking at your interests and your personality etc. I think you guys would make a lovely couple :)

He definitely met you while traveling and immediately asked you for your number (this man is so bold and shameless you cannot tell me otherwise); he was probably a little ridiculous about it and loud and he could not believe you said yes

Went from 😉😁😏 to 👁👄👁,,,😳😳😳 so fast

Called Tanaka drunk after you gave him your number talking about how you have to be the one or something cause he just got some gorgeous babe’s phone number at the bar and he’s pretty sure it’s real

Tanaka still laugh’s about it with him all the time and Noya’s always like oml haha so embarrassing😅😅 stop it dude they’re gonna think I’m a creep 🤬

Nishinoya love’s it when you get to meet his friend’s and get along with them!! It make’s his heart so full!

Double dates with Tanaka and Kiyoko!!! And Noya’s just so🤩🤩 guys guys look at my bb!!!!

omg would endlessly brag about your cocktail making skills asjjskfjnkajeke and NO ONE asked but he can’t help himself

Would shamelessly ask you to paint him and then immediately start undressing for a nude painting adjskfieurir

Would for SURE ask you to read to him and it’s one of the few times he’s actually calm, he just finds it so calming he gets to stare at you and just bask in you and how much he loves you is the real reason

Love love loves listening to you talk about your current book obsession and just finds it so cute

let’s be honest just worships the ground you walk on

LOTS of stargazing on beaches at night

He would ask you an abundance of questions about literally anything you know or love cause he’s a passionate guy, too!! You guys could definitely talk for hours and hours and never get bored of each other

And the way you listen to him while he rants about literally any and everything makes his heart practically implode

He’s so soft for you too cause he never thought someone would actually be down for his lifestyle of traveling and having a good time but you do! And you enjoy it so much :)!

PHYSICAL AFFECTION

LOVES holding your hand cause not only does it let him run around and make sure he’s not gonna lose you in the crowd but it just makes him feel so close to you? And it let’s everyone know he’s your boyfriend which he takes so much pride in pls

All in all, your guys’ relationship is just so full of fun that when you guys get to lay and look at the stars together and everything slows down for that moment, Noya knows he really loves you and couldn’t imagine finding anyone better

And what you’ve been waiting for... your playlist!

Ok, so I did my best to match your playlist to the indie vibes you mentioned and keeping it to the scenario of just laying with Noya as best as I could!

I sincerely hope you enjoy, please tell me your thoughts!! Below is the listed songs in order and my explanation for each :). And if you need anything changed, please tell me!

1. Lost in Your Love - Colyer: This song definitely is reminiscent of when you two first met, seeing you just hit him like a truck. Now, he could let literally let go of anything in his life as long as you were there with him. He’s quite definitely lost in your love (talk about devoted, sheesh).

2. My Kind of Woman - Mac DeMarco: So this is written with the intent of keeping you gender neutral since I don’t know your pronouns, so I don’t specifically take the “woman” part of this song as inspiration, but rather the idea of the love in the song if that makes sense. But if this song makes you uncomfortable please let me know and I will happily replace this song. SIMP ALERT 🚨 please Noya wishes he could dedicate this song to you with his whole heart. It’s more of him just being in complete disbelief that YOU choose to be by his side (this is a common theme here 🙄) It doesn’t matter how long you two are together he will never get over letting him be by your side

3. Nothing - Bruno Major: PLS THIS SONG IS MAKING ME SO SOFT FOR NOYA😰✋ please, this is your guys song. The epitome of just laying in each other’s presence and enjoying the warmth and conversation between you two, it’s these moments that really make Noya fall in love with you

4. Something About You - sophie meiers: Noya was definitely more nervous to ask you to be an official couple than he was saying I love you LMAO. He was just so scared to be like look I really like you, please just let me be yours and please be mine officially and let me do couple things with you and show you cool things I like (definitely came off like 💧👁u👁..... be my girlfriend? 🧍‍♂️)

5. Pluto Projector - Rex Orange County: C’mon now TELL me this ain’t you and Noya 🙄✋ your relationship is definitely always in that “honeymoon” phase, you guys are just effortlessly obsessed with each other cause not only do you have so much love to give but so does he!! And this song is just pure ~vibes~

6. Fall - Chloe x Halle: Ok, this one is mainly just for the feeling of it, but okok. You and Noya laying and looking up at the stars and it starts to rain but he just won’t get up and you guys just lay there having a laughing fit until you pull him up and make him come back to the warmth of your guys’ home. And as you’re drying each other off and you have a towel around your shoulders and your still dripping a little and you’re handing him his tea and fuck you just look so perfect he can’t help but tell you he loves you

7. Honeybee - Steam Powered Giraffe: SLOW DANCE TIME, everyone's gotta have one right? It’s more soft behavior, but this song? WHEW. Noya know’s he will forever be trapped by you and your beauty and presence but he just couldn’t care less, the things you do to him, god he swears you’re gonna kill him.

8. Intertwined - dodie: There’s no way you could mention laying with your s/o and NOT have me put this song on there, please just listen to this song you’ll understand 🙏 pure cuddly, chill vibes

9. Turning Page - Sydney Rose: stop it this song makes me cry tell me you guys aren’t laying with each other, tracing each other’s features with your fingers, memorizing every little detail there is to notice (fuck this is so intimate i-)

10. Like You Do - Joji: 🚨A LITTLE NOYA ANGST IM SORRY🚨 Noya would be a little scared his lifestyle would become too much and it’s kind of an irrational fear he has for you, but at the same time he knows that you make him so happy and you love him so much he’d be willing to even change this for you if it meant you could keep loving him like you do now.

11. Goodbye Horses - Q Lazzarus: Did someone say late night cuddly and giggly make out sesh? 😳 Noya pulling away every time just to go “oh no sir🤠!” before kissing you again ( :40 in the song, you’ll know what I’m talking about)

12. Body Language - Miki Ratsula: We get it you two 🙄✋ you like laying down and cuddling together

13. Dogs at the Beach - The Altogether: PLS this is just for vibes tbh

14. Wanna Know - Sabrina Claudio: I do feel like sometimes Noya is a very blunt guy who says it as is, and not everyone else is like that! So I’m sure sometimes he gets nervous that he’s too much for you and whether or not you love him as much as he loves you! But ultimately he knows you guys wouldn’t be where you are now if you didn’t love him (and then he immediately hates himself for even questioning your love, protect him pls)

15. Let Me Follow - Son Lux: TL;DR, all you need is each other’s love to exist and you couldn’t ask for more.

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AHHHH IT’S FINALLY HERE , I’m sorry this took so long! I was having a lot of problems with Tumblr and am a fairly new writer, I really hope you enjoyed this, please give me your feedback and thoughts! I want to make sure you got this :(

Feedback and opinions from anyone is appreciated!

request’s for playlist’s are currently closed until I finish the others, but I will make a post when they’re open again! And to all of those who have requested, they’ll be out shortly!!

-🐇out

#haikyuu playlist #haikyu requests #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#nishinoya x reader #nishinoya headcanons #matchup #Karasuno #timeskip!nishinoya #✨anon #gn!reader

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Part 22 - Oh Shit...We won...

Your POV....

I was in the air and killed the most Chitauri I could. I fought and attacked and killed. I was trained and skilled to do that. Suddenly I got shot, from behind.

"GAH !!"

I fell down to the ground. A hard landing but I still live. I stood up.

"Hey Lucie, are you okay ?", Tony asked me worried, over a communication device in my ear.

"I just got shot, from behind in my left lung.", I replied.

"Don't die ! I am coming !", he screamed.

"No. Continue fighting. I am fine."

"Are you kidding ? You got shot in an organ of yours ! Let Tony help you.", Steve said.

"I can heal myself I just need time. Continue fighting. I will survive it."

"Okay. But if you lied to us, we're gonna kick your ass.", Tony warned.

I laughed. After 10 more seconds I was healed and started to fight again. I looked at the portal and saw something big coming out of it.

"....Oh shit....", I said.

"We see it too. That thing is big as fuck...", Clint said.

"Holy shit of Odin. I am dead now.", I mumbled.

I flew in the air and killed some more Chitauri.

"Where are you guys ?", I asked.

"We are at the Grand Central Station, right infront of the building.", Steve answered.

"And I am in the air over New York at the big ugly thing.", Tony answered.

"Okay. And where is Thor ?", I asked.

"He is fighting Loki.", Natasha informed me.

"Okay. Steve I am coming to you. I see some trouble coming towards you.", I warned.

"Okay.", he responded.

I flew in their direction. I needed to dodge the flying Chitauri. I saw Loki infront of them.

"Didn't you guys tell me, like 10 seconds ago, that Thor is fighting Loki ? He just flew past me !", I yelled.

"They were fighting...", Natasha corrected.

"Well, fucking great !"

"Don't come here. Play with Stark in the air. We play on the ground.", Steve told.

"Fine !", I yelled annoyed.

We had an very interesting fight...for 15 fricking minutes... After this time Banner finally showed up.

"Tony, Banner is here.", Steve said.

"Good then tell him to suit up. I am bringing the party to you.", he replied.

"Dusk, how are you doing ?", Steve asked me.

"Doing fine...I think. I have a little too much work here... I need to kill Chitauri and save many people out of buildings...without dying...", I informed.

"You will do this. We have a party here soon.", Clint said.

"I rather have the party, than this...WAIT WHAT ?! You have a party and I have to work my ass off ?! NOT FAIR !!", I said sacastically.

"You hate us now...do you ?", Stark asked me.

"Nope. I am not the person for parties anyway.", I said.

10 Citauri surounded me now. I kicked one of the Chitauri in the nuts and the other in the chest. The others did all at the same time. I flew up and they crashed together. I summoned black flames in my hands and threw it at them. They all screamed while they burned. But I felt a little weak, now. I need to change with someone...soon.

"Guys...I need to warn you. Please warn Thor too. I won't be myself in a few minutes anymore. I will talk different, have another mood and maybe look different. Don't worry about it and don't worry about me. It's someone of me. Don't kill me. Not even hurt me. I swear I am no threat.", I informed them.

"Okay.", Steve and the others said.

'Listen Ratchel...don't attack or even try to find Loki. Kill the Chitauri and save the others, please. They need more help than we need to kick Loki's sorry ass. And after that, set me conscious again. '- You

'.....Fine. At least I can kill something with joy.'- Ratchel

'Great. I let you out now.'- You

Everything around me went black and I was unconscious. Better I was in my black void with the others.

Ratchel's POV....

As I saw the city around me in chaos, I was shocked. Everywhere, where I looked, was chaos. I saw the Chitauri running at me and I called a dagger which can also be a sword. If I press a button, while it's a dagger, it changes into a sword and the other way is the same. 6 of them were coming. I pressed the button and ran at them too. I changed my appearence to my actual body. I looked almost the same as Dest. Just the eye-, skin- and haircolour was different. (Chose on your own how she looks like.) I killed the six and suddenly all the Chitauri screamed.

"What's going on here ?!", I screamed.

"We killed one of the big Chitauri things...", Tony answered.

"Oh great...", I mumbled.

I stared up at the portal and saw more of them coming out.

"Oh Shit....", I mumbled.

Then I saw the big things.

"Oh fucking shit.", I cursed under my breath.

Then I remembered that we were outnumbered and these things have Loki as leader.

"Oh holy fucking shit....", I cursed again.

And then I remembered that it was war, we will die, Loki is an ass, we are probably wounded and exhausted and we don't have a useful army.

"Oh holy bloody fucking shit...", I mumbled again.

All the Chitauri on the ground attacked me now. I dodged and killed the first 3 with a slit open throat, the next 5 with cut away arms, the next 9 with an open stomach and the last 15 with a stab in their heads. I looked around and saw no people anywhere. Not even with my roentgen stare. I flew back to the others. They seemed fine and I searched Hulk. I found Hulk after 6 minutes.

"Hulk !", I called.

He turned around.

"I need your help to smash someone.", I said smiling.

"You friend of Lucie ?", he asked me.

"Yes I am a friend of hers."

"What you want Hulk do ?"

"You hate Loki right ?"

He nodded.

"Jump on him on Stark Tower. He will be there in 5 minutes.", I said.

"And Hulk then does what ?"

"You do what you can best. Smash him into the ground 5 or so times. Then leave him there and fight outside again. Show him no mercy."

He nodded again and smiled.

"But don't kill him, Hulk ! I still need his sorry ass ! Alive !", I screamed after him.

I took a short cut to the tower and hid in the shadows...well better said I made myself invisible. And after 2 minutes I saw with my eyes exactly what happened. Loki tried to shot the flying...something, where Natasha was on, down.

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(Too lazy to write and it's funnier if you see it, or more painful, cause you like Loki.)

Wow...that must've hurt...Welp ! I love Hulk. I have problems to hold my laugh right now...This reaction of Loki...like he forgot that he got Hulk smashed in the basis once. Well, maybe he wasn't that hard the first time. That event must be traumatizing. How he lays there and stares in shock...I can't hold it anymore. I teleported away and laughed like an idiot. I made the others see it too. Heiko laughed too. But Mimi and Destiny didn't. Destiny flinched and Mimi looked away. Sheesh... I got back to work. I suddenly heard Natasha say...

"I can close the portal."

"Then do it.", Steve said.

"No.", Tony said.

I wondered why, but I turned the communicator off. I had other things to do, like stopping the other Chitauri from exiting the portal. And then- Oh.... What the hell is this ? A bomb ? What is that what Tony has there.... I looked closer. Nope no idea...

'What's that thing Tony carries ?'- Ratchel

'It's a missile. It can destroy maybe the whole city.'- You

'Oh...shit...'- Ratchel

I stared at Tony. He overpowered his thrusters and pushed the missile with himself through the portal. They were there and after maybe 5 minutes there was a sound of an exposion. We waited 40 more seconds for Stark. I saw Natasha then closing the portal and in the last second Tony fell out. All the Chitauri were dead. Better deactivated. I teleported to the others and saw Hulk catching Tony. Thor riped off the metal mask and Tony had closed eyes. No...

"Oh Shit....", I cursed loud.

They turned around and raised their weapons.

"Hey, hey ! I am Ratchel. Lucie told you she wouldn't be herself, right ? I am the other one. I am here in peace.", I said.

They all put the weapons down again. Hulk screamed angry and suddenly Tony awoke. I jumped and was happy he was still alive.

"What the hell ?", Tony asked shocked.

Thor smiled a little smile.

"What just happened ? Please tell me nobody kissed me.", Tony said.

Steve and I answered him then.

"We won."

Tony sighed relieved.

"Alright yay ! Hurray. Good job guys."

"We're not finished yet.", I said.

They all looked at me.

'Come out again, it's over.'- Ratchel

'Alright.'- You

And around me was all black.

Your POV....

I opened my eyes. They all still stared at me.

"We need to get Loki. Before he is able to run away.", I said.

"Well then...lets go.", Tony said.

"And then we take a day off and maybe go to try Shawarma.", Tony added.

"Fine by me, now lets go.", I replied.

After 10 minutes we were there and we saw Loki crawling to the stairs to sit down. He must be exhausted. He groaned by every painful move he made. After he stopped and wanted to sit down he noticed our presence. He slowly turned around and stared at the others. I was behind them, hidden. Nobody noticed.

"If it's all the same to you, ugh, I'll have that drink now.", he said.

He looked at them with almost asking for mercy eyes. And turned fully to us around.

Thor turned to me.

"So...you were the whole time here, Dusk ?", he asked smiling.

"Yeah...", I scratched the back of my head, "I knew Loki would appear here, but not like that...."

Thor nodded.

"Luciella ?", Loki asked.

"Shut up Loki. I don't think we need to talk now.", I said coldly.

"I just wanted to apologize."

"I know Loki, but...that won't help you now. You killed, kidnapped and hurt people here. A simple apology won't undo it. And about everything else before...too."

Loki was quiet.

"So you weren't lying with you and Reindeer Games, being best friends ?", Tony asked.

"No. We were best friends. In our childhood he was for 2 years and then after 352 years he was still my friend, but now...I am not sure anymore...", I answered.

I summoned chains with cuffs and cuffed Loki. He stared at me with eyes, that showed that he was still broken as hell, maybe even more and I still saw my best friend there. Trapped in a cell, which is slowly faiding away. I gave him a cold stare. He looked away. I stood up again and turned to Tony.

"Can I use a glass and fill water in it, for the chained princess, before she whines ?", I asked.

"Sure. I have nothing against it.", Tony replied.

I nodded, went to the bar, took a glass and went off. After 5 minutes I came back with a glass of water. I went to Loki and took a sip infront of him.

"I didn't poison it, like you see. Take it, drink it, be happy and shut up.", I said.

I took his right hand and pressed it into his hand. He looked at me, then at the glass and took a sip. And then another.

"Break one of these 4 rules in the next 10 minutes and I will set the poison in the water free.", I warned him.

His eyes widened and he spit it out. I laughed.

"As soon as it touched your lips, you can't get rid of it. It will not work anymore in the next 10 minutes. Within it, the poison just waits until I set it free. Are the 10 minutes over, it disappears."

Loki stared at me in shock.

"Drink the rest, or I set it free.", I told him.

He quickly drank the whole glass empty. I reached out my hand, he gave it to me, silently. I lifted my right hand and petted his head and hair softly.

"Good boy. You are such a good God.", I said with a small smile.

He looked at me. I slapped him across the face, starting at his right cheek, he didn't say anything.

"That was for New York, worrying me, not listening to me at the Bifrost and hurting me.", I told him.

He looked at me again. I grabbed his chin, moved it slowly but forcefully to the left and kissed his right, now red cheek.

"And that for being alive.", I told him.

Part 23

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vkookjamz · 4 years

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⋆☽Kitten☾⋆

|| Prologue. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14.

| 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑡-𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 |

"𝘉-𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..?"

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

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Jungkook's POV

"Where is he?? Where the hell is Jin!?"

My voice raised with panic as I rushed through the front door of the large dorm, looking around wildly to find sight of the oldest.

Yoongi followed shortly behind me, breathing heavily through his nose with his nostrils slightly flared and his jaw clenched.

He was tired, I could tell he was. After all, the both of us hadn't stopped running the moment we got out of the car- but I couldn't let myself become exhausted so easily.

Adrenaline flooded my veins, possibly enough to fuel a pack of ravenous wolves.

"What?.."

Turning my head to the soft voice, I met eyes with y/n who was on the couch with Tae and Jimin.

The three were all bundled up on the couch watching a movie. Now all staring at me with confused expressions.

Taehyung sat up stretching out his arms letting out a tired sigh. "He left for the store about an hour after you two left- why? Did he upset you too??"

"And he's not back yet?" Yoongi questioned stepping forward looking between the two males seriously, ignoring Tae's salty remark as I grew frustrated.

"No why- wha-"

"Jungkook!- Hyung- they don't know anything"

Namjoon cut my sentence short while stepping out of Hobi's room as he spoke, Hoseok following shortly behind him leaning his shoulder against the doorframe.

"What's.. going on- is Jin okay?"

Y/n sat up more, her body turning directly to face the the four of us standing, her ears perked up in alert as she looked between Yoongi and me.

Her eyes looked so innocent, so puzzled yet concerned.

Surely she couldn't change, whoever this person was sending these threats and warnings- surely they had to be mistaken..

Namjoon glanced his eyes at me, then at her. He gave a quick side nod in direction to Hoseok's room, to which Yoongi noticed and went into with Hoseok himself.

"Yeah.. Jin's fine I just heard he was going to the store- I wanted to get back in time to ask him to get me certain things specifically-" I lied corner eyeing Joon, who gave a single nod resting his eyes shut for a moment.

"Well sheesh that sure was a dramatic way of doing it-" Jimin chuckled causing Taehyung to scrunch his nose.

I shrugged at the olders comment, watching as Tae got up heading towards the kitchen after slightly chuckling.

"Oh please you're one to talk, you literally once said we weren't friends anymore after I beat you in a game" he scoffed causing Jimin's mouth to go agape at his words.

Already knowing the twos bickering was about to start, both y/n and Namjoon rolled their eyes. With him heading back into Hoseok's room, and y/n getting up to come my way with a small cute smile.

Pursing my lips I attempted to return it as best I could, opening my mouth to speak before-

"YAH- That's because you cheated!! And you said you weren't cheating TO MY FACE. Even though you WERE" Jimin argued following Taehyung into the kitchen.

"Has it been like this all day?"

~Time Skippy~

"Hyung?? Hyung where are you it's been like 3 hours- And why do you keep sending me to voicemail?? Hello??" Jimin sighed ending his call and ran a hand through his slightly yellow blonde hair.

I felt myself tense again shaking my head, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands.

"I swear to god if anyone-"

Without notice there was a loud thud from outside the room we all were currently in, followed by sounds of staggering footsteps and heavy breaths.

Namjoon's eyes grew with panic as he stood then looking to me.

"Where's y/n-"

"In Yoongi's studio with him- it's not them-" Hoseok replied quickly.

"YAH CAN'T ANYONE IN THIS PLACE HEAR ME STRUGGLING WITH THE DOOR?!"

The yell causing everyone to flinch slightly before quickly rushing out to see, as there stood Jin.

A thin layer of sweat covered his red flushed face as he let out a tired sigh, putting a bunch of groceries onto the counter and letting the rest in his hands drop to the floor.

"JIN"

"HYUNG"

"YOU PABO"

All of us shouted simultaneously rushing towards the eldest embracing him tightly.

His eyes widened looking down at all of us then giving each of the back of our heads a rough smack as we pulled away.

"That was to whichever one of you called me pabo"

"Jin why weren't you answering your phone you had us wo-" Jin raised his hand to cut off Jimin.

"When I finished shopping I went back to my car and I had a flat tire, when I opened my trunk to get the spare it was GONE because I remember SOMEONE WANTED TO SEE IF THEY COULD FIT IN IT AND HAVE JUNGKOOK PUSH THEM DOWN THE HILL AT THE PARK"

Jin's eyes narrowed as he huffed looking between me and Tae, who sat playing with his fingers avoiding eye contact with the older as much as I did.

"If it's any consolation Tae's ass didn't fit in the tire.."

"SHUT UP-"

"Both of you shut up and let Hyung finish!" Jimin complained nudging us both.

"THEN I had to call for a tow truck but my phone died right in the middle of calling for one, so then I had to go back into the store to use their phone, so I'm sorry I had you all worried" Jin sighed.

"No no it's alright Hyung, we just thought something bad happened to you-"

"I- YAH NAMJOON-AH THAT IS BAD" Jin scolded raising his hand up as if to slap the other as he just flinched in response.

"No Hyung- we mean someone was after you- the same people who had been threatening me about y/n- they left a note that made us think they were coming for you-"

I grabbed the paper from Hoseok's grasp handing it to him. He took the letter and read over it, his brows scrunching up as he shook his head.

"When did you get this-"

"I found it outside not long after you left why?" Hoseok moved to stand beside Jin, who reached in his side pocket shakily.

He pulled out a small crumpled sheet, opening it up after handing me back the letter. Then showing it to all of us as he pursed his lips.

Looking at the letter then the paper in Jin's hand, I tilted my head repeatedly darting my eyes between the both of them.

But my eyes weren't fooling me.

They had the same hand writing.

Turning, I noticed the others around me, all had the same blank frightened expression at the writing before they all looked at me, then at Jin.

"Because whoever wrote that, signed the receipt for towing my car"

A/n: Chapter 15 will be the last daily update of "Kitten" are you ready for tomorrow? ;)

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A Day Off of Loitering and Investigation

A translation of the first chapter of Jujutsu Kaisen’s first light novel “Departing Summer and Returning Autumn” by Akutami Gege and Kitakuni Balad.

A Day Off of Loitering and Investigation

If we are talking about the few “definite things” in this modern day and age, there are only three at best.

That Mito Koumon[1] will win.

That Sazae-san[2] will air on Sunday.

And lastly, that Kugisaki Nobara’s shopping will drag on for a long time.

Because of that, when Kugisaki said, “I want to go see Ame-yoko[3],” Fushiguro had prepared himself for the outing that will surely take a long time. It would probably take around same time as when Gojou suddenly shows up on a Sunday morning and suddenly said, “Megumi, let’s go to Parque Espana[4],”.

What’s out of his prediction was that Itadori wasn’t too keen on going.

He had thought that a television-person like Itadori would show interest in famous spots like Ame-yoko, but he said:

“No, I have some place else I want to go.”

“Oh, that so. Then let’s meet up after.��

And then they all readily move on their own afterwards.

For Fushiguro who had accepted the natural fact that he would get stuck in the middle of Itadori and Kugisaki’s noisiness, it was as surprising as the fact that corbel pieces actually don’t contain that much iron.

Of course, Fushiguro also thought to make use of the situation and move alone.

He’d go home quickly - after all, he wanted to read the continuation of the book he’d bought the other day, and he also wanted to arrange his table’s drawer and his closet.

Even so, Fushiguro is a fundamentally earnest person.

A concern like: “is it alright to let Itadori, Sukuna’s host be?” kept crossing his mind no matter what.

When we’re talking about the area around Ueno and Okachimachi[5], it is a town filled with life and history.

In the hustle-bustle from the post-war market town that continued until modern day, strange ghost stories run rampant and there lies a possibility that not yet active curses are concealing themselves somewhere.

Moreover, it’s Itadori, a person whom if you let go from your sight will suddenly buy a shitty sunglasses, and who had said Tachikawa’s[6] “essentially Shinjuku”.

If Itadori, by chance, got lost and strayed until Chiyoda Ward[7], he’d just think of it as a lucky spot, and take Instagram-able photos in Masakadozuka[8].

That’s the reason why Fushiguro chose to move with Itadori, but... truth to be told, he’s very much regretting it.

“So like, Fushiguro, if you don’t have any interest in Akiba[9], why are you even coming after me?”

“Shut up, don’t think about it.”

“’Kay. I really want to go through all of Akiba at once, y’know.”

“Do you have anything you want to buy? There’s probably nothing but manga, games, and electronics there.”

“Eh, sight-seeing. Shibuya or Shinjuku is also okay, but the Akiba I saw on TV has this otherworldly feeling to it... or, more like, it gave off a theme-park kinda feel?”

“Is it?”

If you live within the metropolitan area, you probably wont feel it, but in truth Akihabara is a strange city.

The atmosphere outside the station is particularly unique. It’s filled with anime culture to the brim as a matter of course, but in any case the amount of information from the advertisements are nasty.

The overflowing signboards with smiling game characters gave the town a theme park-y impression.

If you were to give another example, then it’s the cosplayers that sometimes mix in with the tight crowd. Maids devoting themselves to attracting customers and handing out flyers. And when you think a rare foreign car is going through the streets, for some reason a giant robot’s large scale model is being transported by a truck.

Is it possible to suppress Itadori’s curiosity in such a town? Impossible.

“Darn, Fushiguro. The game centers are lining up like convenient stores.”

“That’s ‘cause it’s Akiba.”

“Darn, Fushiguro. The maid-sans kept coming enthusiastically.”

“That’s ‘cause it’s Akiba.”

“Whoa! Fushiguro! Is that an ecchi game? Isn’t that a billboard for an ecchi game? Uwaah, is it okay, that kind of huge billboard... Oh no, I’m still a minor, will I get scolded?”

“Shut up!”

It’s a fundamentally noisy city, but for Fushiguro, Itadori’s three times noisier.

There’s still a few hours until the meet up with Kugisaki.

If he thought about that, Fushiguro’s head ached. Unknowing of Fushiguro’s feelings, Itadori was nonchalant, without a care in the world.

“I’m glad Fushiguro’s with me. This area’s so messy I’d get lost.

”It’s better than Shinjuku.”

“Don’t force that Tokyo-sense on me. Vending machines where you can use electronic money on every door, Pepper-kun[10] in front of shops, a city on this level’s only Tokyo, you know?”

“No, there really aren’t that much Pepper-kun.”

“In Sendai, you can only see it in ‘Man-made Onsen, Toposu’[11], you know.”

“Don’t pull out local shop names like it’s natural. Where the hell’s that?”

“In super sentou[12].”

“Pepper-kun being in super sentou feels more culturally advanced, ain’t it.”

“Well, well, well, anyways, rather than alone, being together with someone who’s knowledgeable about the area’s definitely more reassuring. I’m still not good with subways even now, after all.”

“There shouldn’t be anyone getting lost around the Yamanote-sen[13].”

“Aah, there it is, the Tokyoite-sense. Naturally coming out like that.”

“In reality, you don’t get lost that much anyways, do you. ‘Cause you went here and there day after day.”

“Ah, Fushiguro. Let’s eat kebab, kebab.”

“Continue the conversation, damn it.”

Fushiguro had felt that Itadori and Gojou’s rhythm are quite similar, but now that he’s by himself talking with only Itadori, that feeling only grew stronger.

After all, conversational catch-ball with Itadori is, at most, on the level of dodge ball. For Gojou, it’s more on the level of hitting-only golf, or a batting center[14].

Come to think of it, today he hasn’t seen Gojou in the dorms nor school. It’s up to him where he wanted to be during his day-off, but now that Fushiguro thought about it, Gojou really is a mystery.

As he thought such things, he let Itadori’s words in through his right ear and out through his left, going into his “gloss over” mode.

After all, it’s on almost the same frequency as the city’s noise, so if he’d just turn off his awareness he could just process it as part of the background, environment noise.

If he were to respond one by one, he’d just get tired. Nobody would tell him off even if he put his brain in energy-conserving mode, anyways.

By the way, speaking from the results, this action of his would end up making his anxiety worsen.

“...Ha?”

When he came to, Itadori was gone.

Fushiguro hurriedly turned his head, and he barely saw someone with red highlight on their hair going into the depths of a game center.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Playing a game. Ah, are you talking about the title?”

“No way in hell, you special grade idiot.”

After climbing to the fourth floor of the thin and vertically long building of the game center, Fushiguro finally found Itadori.

In the fighting game corner, going in deeper. Away from the areas where people who seemed super serious about gaming gathers, in the retro game corner where one credit to play starts from 50 yen, there he was, that Itadori.

Moreover, he’s sitting in front of an especially boring looking game machine.

As he pouted, he explained how he got there to Fushiguro.

“I mean, you know, it’s not realistic wasting hours of time just walking around outside, right. There are a lot of game centers, so I thought, why not.”

“At least say something before steering away to the side.”

“I did.”

“...”

As Fushiguro’s the one who had glossed over Itadori’s conversations, while feeling a little bit awkward he changed the subject.

“By the way, what’s this game?”

“No matter how you see it, it’s ‘Battle Corporation Warrior, Business Fighter’ isn’t it.”

“I won’t know it’s ‘Battle Corporation Warrior, Business Fighter’ no matter how I see it.”

“It’s also my first time seeing it so I’m not really sure, too.”

The game Itadori chose looked extraordinarily boring it’s miraculous.

It seemed like a fighting game, but the characters are mostly old men who looked like company employees, and everyone uses business suits properly that it’s hard to differentiate who’s who.

Even if it only costs 50 yen, Itadori’s resolution to spend money on this game is an amazing thing. Well, if he’s like this then guess he would eat Sukuna’s fingers, imprudently Fushiguro thought.

Without caring about such Fushiguro, Itadori seem to be running as usual.

He’s even looking for a competition.

“On the contrary, I’ll just ask you: you’re not going to play, Fushiguro? It’s a fighting game machine.”

“I don’t want to pay money for that kind of game.”

Even so, a fighting game machine is supposed to be played by fighting another person.

Moreover, to play an already-boring looking game like this alone just feels empty. No matter how much Fushiguro didn’t want to play, Itadori wanted to at least fight with him.

“What the heck, you’re running away? By the way, don’t tell me you’re actually bad at games, Fushiguro? You don’t have any confidence that you could win against me?”

“It’s not confidence I don’t have, it’s the will to play.”

“If you run away here it’d be treated as a loss by default, you know! Are you okay with that!?”

“Do what you like.”

“No, really, please! Then I’ll even pay for your share!”

“Are you serious? ...Sheesh.”

Losing to Itadori’s persistence, who’d even start to talk about paying - or, actually, Fushiguro just don’t want to see Itadori begging like that, so in the end he put in his own money and sat in front of the machine directly opposite to Itadori’s.

No matter what, a fighting game’s of course funner to play with two people.

As he felt deeply grateful for Fushiguro who’d finally relented, Itadori cheerfully started choosing his character.

“Then, I’ll go with ‘Company President Yamada’.”

“...Then I’ll go for ‘Chief Clerk Oosaki’.”

“What, youre going with him, the initial cursor character? Well, I guess he’d be easy to use, so it should fit a beginner like Fushiguro.”

“Didn’t you just say you’ve only seen this game for the first time?”

“Actually, before you got here, I managed to get to the third stage of the arcade mode.”

Anyways, finally the battle starts between the two of them.

“Eat this! The sure-win tactics I devised in fifteen minutes!”

“That’s a hell of a short training.”

Immediately after the battle starts, Itadori used the easy command, ‘Business Card Shuriken’ repeatedly.

The Chief Clerk Oosaki that Fushiguro controlled jumped up to dodge Yamada’s shurikens that comes in an equal intervals, surely approaching the latter. When one thought he’d turn to a strong kick after jumping in, he actually threw Yamada and forced him to the side, as he viciously beat the latter.

“Eh? Huh? Wait, wait, Fushiguro. Isn’t that a a command technique? That’s a command technique, right!?”

“...”

Small punch, small punch, medium kick, medium kick, and to top it off Fushiguro used the ‘overtime gauge’ he managed to fill with the hits, triggering a super special lethal move, ‘Overtime Rage Fist’.

Fushiguro scored a brilliant victory.

“What the hell!? ...Eh, Fushiguro, how could you use special moves? You’re good at this game?”

“No, the command chart is there above the screen.”

“So you’re cheating!”

“You’re actually not that good at games, aren’t you?”

“No, even I could win if I used commands! One more, one more!”

“The heck, this idiot actually put in multiple coins…”

Itadori who had battled it out with Fushiguro for around an hour, still lost in the end.

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They both go down until the first floor’s UFO Catcher corner and bought a cola from the vending machine, engulfed by a sense of emptiness.

The feeling of aftershock left after the heat and enthusiasm cools down look very visible on their faces.

“Aah... why did I even spend 1000 yen on that shitty game...”

Fushiguro looked at Itadori, who’s currently hanging his head, with eyes that look like they’re looking at an idiot.

“If you’re satisfied already, we’re going out. You can kill time in game centers, but they eat your money.”

“That’s true... ah!”

“What? Just because you found another shitty game, I’m not going to play with you anymore.”

“No, that’s not it, Fushiguro, look, look at that!”

Fushiguro reluctantly looked at the direction Itadori pointed with narrowed eyes.

And then, his eyes widened in surprise.

“...Gojou-sensei?”

“Right?”

Truly, on the other end of the two’s sight is Gojou Satoru.

Rather, the only person who would walk inside a dim-lighted game center wearing an all-black clothes with a black blindfold can’t be anyone other than Gojou Satoru - it’s hard to think of anyone else.

“Eh... wait, Fushiguro, what’s Gojou-sensei doing?”

“Isn’t that an UFO Catcher? The ones where you could get snacks from.”

“Why? Is there a person who wanted to eat snacks so much they’d go to a game center alone and play an UFO Catcher by themselves?”

“Don’t ask me, how the hell should I know?”

“Ah, and he’s even giving up!”

“That’s fast.”

As Gojou pouted in discontent, he walked towards the game center exit with swaying steps.

Well, it was a hard to understand action, but perhaps it’s normal coming from a hard to understand person. Fushiguro decided to stop thinking too deeply.

But Itadori just couldn’t do the same.

“Okay, let’s follow him.”

“How’d it come to that?”

Itadori started to follow Gojou who had exited the game center. Fushiguro immediately drank his leftover cola, threw it in the trash can, and followed afterwards.

“I mean, don’t he look like he’s on his off mode? I feel like I don’t know what he’s up to when he’s in holidays or when he’s free.”

“And?”

“Of course we’re going to tail him.”

“Don’t say that so naturally.”

“I mean, in reality, don’t you feel curious, too? Surprisingly I feel like I don’t know Gojou-sensei that well. Of course, if you don’t feel like coming then you can just wait.”

“...”

In any case, despite all the conflicts the two had, they finally decided to tail Gojou together.

Gojou is a dependable teacher and a shaman they respected, for sure.

However, from the eyes of Gojou’s students, his frivolous personality, busyness, appearing in unexpected places at unexpected time, personal history, thoughts, and range of behavior, all point out to him being a man full of mystery. The figure of him nonchalantly walking around town was something you don’t see everyday.

In sum, Fushiguro decided to follow his curiosity.

He’s probably also very mentally exhausted from playing a shitty game with Itadori.

In any case, the two of them started to search for the figure of Gojou they had lost sight of.

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Gojou was, surprisingly, easily found.

“Fushiguro, isn’t that Gojou-sensei?”

“...You’re right.”

The next thing they sighted was Gojou, walking around as he ate crepes.

Looking from the package, it’s from the rather famous crepe shop looking out the main street.

It’s one of those extra ones with cream, tiramisu, macaron, and even chocolate spray.

There it was, the figure of a 190 cm adult walking around as he ate crepes that look like the dreams of all children.

“That’s amazing, Fushiguro. It’s not something you can just do when you feel like doing it.”

“No, you won’t even think of doing it in the first place.”

“Is it some kind of a sorcery training?”

“If you can get stronger by doing that, everyone’s gonna just do it.”

As they keep a steady distance, the two of them tailed the adult chewing on crepes.

Even in the city full of wonders, Akihabara, the sight still look quite out of place.

After he finished eating the crepes, Gojou stopped still in front of a rather old looking store.

“...Vacuum tube specialty store.”

Fushiguro looked at the sign Itadori read with a dubious expression.

After thinking for a while, Gojou stepped into the jumbled-up looking shop.

“He went into a really maniac shop, didn’t he.”

A dubious-looking Fushiguro. On the other hand, Itadori tilted his head to the side in confusion.

“By the way, what is a vacuum tube? I’ve heard that name before, though.”

“It’s an electronic component. The ones you use in old radio or audio player.”

“Is Gojou-sensei an audio maniac?”

“No, he looked like someone who’d just use YouTube to listen to music, don’t he.”

“Aah, yeah, he does have that kind of image.”

As they spoke to each other, Gojou came out of the shore with a paper bag. It seems like he’d bought something.

“Oh no, we’re going to lose him!”

Itadori went after Gojou who had turned into an alley, and Fushiguro followed suit.

They were a little late and lost him for a while, but one minute hadn’t passed and they’ve already found the tall man clad in black in the middle of the crowd.

“There he is, Fushiguro. As expected, Gojou-sensei stand out a lot. He’s huge, after all.”

“He’s around 2 meters, after all.”

“He look like he’s really strong at basketball, don’t he?”

“I can’t imagine him playing basketball at all, though.”

“Relatable.”

As the two came into an agreement, they followed after Gojou’s steps.

Tailing someone while keeping a steady distance in Akihabara’s complicated streets is quite a hard labor.

Because he’s tall, Gojou’s steps are wide and he walks fast, it feels like you’re going to lose him when he drift into the crowd.

Next, Gojou went to a second hand audio shop and rummaged through the paper-jacketed analog recordings.

“Earlier you said some things, but don’t you think he’s actually an audio mania, Fushiguro?”

“No, I’m sure he’s not.”

“But he’s looking at Bach’s recordings!”

“Does he look like he has any interest in classical music? That person?”

“No, he look like he’d listen to alternative rock.”

“See? It’s definitely weird.”

For a while, Gojou rummaged through the recordings exhibited on a wagon, and after buying an old movie’s BGM collection long play record, he left the store.

As they tailed him, Fushiguro became more and more suspicious.

Fushiguro thought that perhaps it’s just them that had different images of Gojou and he’s actually a person with vintage hobbies in his private life, but soon he rethought and ended up with: “Nah, no way.”

After walking a bit unsteadily for a while, Gojou stopped in front of a store with a yellow signboard.

“Fushiguro, what’s that shop?”

“...Capsule toy. It’s the so-called gachapon[15] specialty store.”

“What? A gachapon specialty store? They exists?”

“They exist, that’s why it’s Akiba.”

“That so? Ah, sensei’s pulling a gacha.”

“I really don’t want to see the sight of a teacher I know rolling a 500 yen gacha. ...What kinda gacha is that?”

“Mushroom keychains, right? The real ones.”

“If he’s going to spend 500 yen anyway, couldn’t he just go to a supermarket and buy one?”

“You really don’t understand, huh, Fushiguro. It’s good because you can’t be sure of what you’ll get.”

“I don’t want to understand that in my life time.”

“Ah, sensei’s opening the capsule, I wonder what he got?”

“Looking at the lineup, isn’t it a poisonous mushroom? He looks really frustrated, after all.”

“Buhahahahaha, I guess you can’t eat that!!”

“No, you can’t eat mushrooms that come out of a capsule toy no matter what it is.”

Gojou unwillingly put the keychain in his pocket, and continued to loiter around.

When you thought he went to a computer store just to hold a mouse, he moved into an electronic store and tried on an electronic massager on his shoulder.

And when you thought he’d vanished, he’s suddenly inside a book store, free-reading a manga, and moved into a sideway to look at old games on wagon sale. He moved around according to his interests, wherever he wanted to go.

“...It doesn’t look like he has a specific purpose in mind.”

“Seems so.”

Itadori, now suddenly wearing a strength-measuring goggles toy, replied to Fushiguro’s muttering.

“Where the hell did you buy that?”

“In some second hand shop. I thought Gojou-sensei would be interested since he reads manga, too.”

“You’re really light on your wallet, aren’t you.”

“A man is a creature that uses their money when they think it’s the right time.”

“Was that shitty game earlier also ‘the right time’?”

“Ah, Gojou-sensei went inside a building. No, that’s wrong, I meant his ‘energy’ went inside the building!”

“You don’t have to correct yourself.”

“Oh no, we’re going to lose him. We’re following him, Fushiguro!”

“No, wait.”

“Gueh!”

As Itadori was about to step into the building, Fushiguro pulled his parka’s hood to stop him. It’s a very dangerous act, so don’t imitate him.

“You wanna kill me or something!? What’s wrong, we’re already this far in and you want to stop tailing him halfway?”

“You... don’t you see the building’s signboard?”

“Eh? ...... Eh!?”

Itadori looked up as he was told.

Reading the signboard written in a pop font, his expression turned into that of a flustered one.

――Angel Maid Cafe, “SHOW WARU☆Cupid”[16]

The rather maniac cafe located in the second floor of the building.

No, it’s not like it’s an indecent store or something. It’s an ordinary cafe with maids serving the customers, that’s all.

Even so, for normal people, it’s the kind of shop that needs a lot of courage to go in to. It’s even worse for boys in their puberty.

“...... As expected this place’s a bit... no, even for Gojou-sensei’s level, this kind of place is really surprising.”

“Hey, his aim is probably this.”

The thing Fushiguro pointed towards was a poster on the wall. It advertised something like: “Authentic French technique! Exquisite pancakes that makes even patissiers groan!”

Indeed, that could be it, Itadori also nodded in agreement.

“This is definitely his aim, for sure. How much sweets is he planning to eat, anyways?”

“When he’s busy, Gojou-sensei tend to eat more sweets like these, after all...”

“Alright, now that the mystery’s solved, let’s stop tailing him. I mean, it’s embarrassing having to go in to a place like this.”

“That’s a clever decision for you.”

“――Welcome, Masters!”

“Eh?”

A cheerful voice filled with business enthusiasm jumped out from behind them.

It was a veteran maid who had thought of them as - and admittedly they do look the part - ‘customers who are hesitating whether or not to come in to the cafe’ called them out, looking to make them the cafe’s source of income.

That’s right. Neither Itadori’s genius physical senses nor Fushiguro’s polished curse presence-sensing abilities could catch on the maid’s presence.

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‘Did I do something bad in my past life?’, Fushiguro thought.

While looking on in blank surprise, he was pulled into the maid cafe together with Itadori.

As they were brought in, they were made to wear angel wings and halo made of plastic and wire, said to ‘let them feel heaven when they’re here’. Both his outside appearance and his mental condition is dead.

On the other hand...

“For first-time customers, we recommend the Precious Set - Mellow-mellow A~” [17]

“Eh... I see. Well, I guess for the first time it’s better to just leave it up to the staff. We’ll get two of the Precious Sets. With extra melancholy.”

“Understood, Mastereincarnation☆”[18]

“Eh, what’s with that cool sounding word. Is it German?”

“It’s English☆”

“So it’s English!”

Just like that, Itadori’s already talking normally with the maid.

Naturally cheerful people... or, more like, those with party-people tendencies, and people with positive, bright vibes usually do well in places like this.

On the other hand, earnest-by-nature people like Fushiguro have the most difficulty in situations like this.

Fushiguro could feel his heart dying by the second just by looking at the fact that he’s currently sitting across Itadori, wearing a pair of angel wings and halo.

“And hey, Fushiguro, it’s about the crucial thing, but...”

“What?”

“As expected, seems like sensei’s aim was the pancake.”

“......... Yeah...”

The most important part of this investigation, Gojou, had especially sat down on the seat by the window where you can only see the neighboring building, and has since started his tea time, eating the pancake in grace.

He wore the angel cosplay very naturally as if it was his uniform, yet the way he sipped his cappuccino look like he was from a hard-boiled novel. The way he made himself ‘at home’ was in a different dimension when compared to first-time customers like Itadori and Fushiguro.

On the other hand, even taking into account the fact that Fushiguro is still a beginner, he’s almost on his limit. If he could, he’d leave this place even a second faster.

“Oi. Now that we know Gojou-sensei’s true aim, if you’re satisfied then let’s get out of here.”

“Eeh, but I ordered already.”

“Just pay for it and get out.”

“But it’s not good if the food we ordered go to waste, right?”

“...Well, that’s true, but...”

Fushiguro wanted to leave the cafe even if it meant paying for nothing, but he’s a kind person in nature, so when he’s told something like that, he just couldn’t complain.

On the other hand, his eyes that look like the deepest gulf peeking into the night, started to look duller and duller. Once again, Fushiguro attempted to turn off his awareness.

Numbness is a safety device for the living. He must protect his heart at all costs - or else, it wouldn’t be strange for a curse to be born.

It was a stark contrast to Itadori, who, despite being restless, look like he’s excited to try out an attraction in a theme park.

However, the maid cafe’s true baptism starts from here.

“Here’s Precious Set - Mellow-mellow A~”

The true form of Precious Set that one couldn’t ever guess from the menu at all is actually an ordinary looking omurice[19].

On top of the plate was a panda drawn with ketchup - and, it’s most probably a coincidence, but it look like Panda-senpai so much that Fushiguro’s heart ached.

On the empty spaces in the plate was written words like ‘Precious...! Makes me feel frazzled...!’, but the only one actually frazzled here is Fushiguro.

On the other hand, Itadori’s already completely adapted to the situation.

“Well then, I’m going to ask for Masters to add on even more melancholy on the dish~”

“What should I do to add on the melancholy?”

“Please tell me one precious, melancholic, and emotionally moving scene from your favorite anime! If you can make me feel melancholic without telling me the title, you pass~”

“Eeh. Dang, it’s kinda hard to choose. ...Ah, then that one where the main character is a boy who really admires heroes.”

“Me too, I watch that, too. It’s one of my favorites~”

“There’s this character with an inferiority complex towards his father... and then there’s the scene where he remembered that he wanted to become a hero, and he finally used the ‘left hand’ that he never used. I like that one.”

“Ah~ That’s a definitive episode, that one. But the scene choice is too cliche, so try another one!”

“Ah, then another anime. The main character lives in the ninja village. At first he got ostracized by his friends, but then he grew up and there’s this scene where he’s finally recognized as a proper ninja and got tossed up high in the air by his comrades...”

“Ah~ that’s a really emotional scene, isn’t it~”

“And the part where the teacher, who was his only ally, looked at him and got moved to tears... it’s definitely something you can’t miss.”

“Ah~ you’re going in really on point, aren’t you~”

“The part where they said, ‘Right now, there’s a hero in front of me’, right?”

“I understand, I understand so well~~~~ That’s super extra melancholic, and because I feel hit right on the heart should I add on a topping for you?”

“Ah, so it’s that kind of system?”

“It’s a 400 yen a la carte menu, ‘Melancholy Potato’ add-on~”

“Wahh, that makes no sense――! So much carbohydrate!”

“Well then, let’s say it together: Emo――i!”[20]

“Emo――i!”

In a rather messy fashion, the potato was added on on top of the plate.

It’s definitely got that ‘refrigerated food’ feel, but it seems for an a la carte it goes for 400 yen. When you’re having fun you stop caring about such things, but Fushiguro was so bothered he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help but to get bothered about various things.

And when he thought so, the tip of the blade is now aimed at him.

“This Master, too, together~!”

“Come on, Fushiguro, there’s topping there, too!”

“Okay, e――moi!”

“E――moi!”

“...”

Fushiguro didn’t reply. However, the event continued.

“Well, now that we have added on the topping, let’s take a cheki[21] with the dish. Okay, come closer, come closer~”

“Eh, there’s that kind of thing in this cafe?”

“Because it’s the Preciouse Set.”

“Heeh, I don’t understand at all but I see!”

“There’s this heavenly-feel, right?

“I dunno, is there? Might be.”

“...”

“Well then, excuse me for sitting beside you~”

“Eh, aren’t you too close? I’m a bit embarrassed about these kinds of things.”

“You have to experience this kind of embarrassment to be an adult, you know~”

“Is that true?”

“Yup, it is~ Here goes, cheki☆”

“Che-cheki!”

“...”

“Thank you very much~”

“Oh darn, this is so embarrasing! Wah, my face’s so hot! It feels like I just paid off a really important thing! Am I okay? I’m still a minor!”

“Kyaa~ You’re so innocent it’s cute~ Well then, the Master over there, let’s go.”

“After all, the type of closeness is different to that of a folk dance. Fushiguro, be careful! You’ll get embarrassed! Super embarrassed!”

“Please prepare for taking the cheki~!”

“Fushiguro, it’s gonna start.”

“........................ No.”

Echoed a fragile, feeble, delicate voice like that of a dying duck.

“............ I’m......... okay......”

Fushiguro has finally reached his limits.

✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈«

“Aah, I unexpectedly ate a lot. But the taste’s kind of ordinary, wasn’t it.”

“The inside of my mouth’s dried because of all the potatoes.”

Thirty minutes passed.

Fushiguro and Itadori safely got out of heaven that took 500 yen to go in to.

“Fushiguro, I got the cheki we took earlier, you want it?”

“The next time you joke like that, I’m going to jam in paprika up your nose.”

“Isn’t it just something you don’t like! No, I understand, I understand that’s the limit to your harassment!”

“There’s a temple near Kanda. We’re going to burn the photos there.”

“Does it have to be in a temple!?”

“The only thing to do to cursed pictures is burning it for offering.”

“I’m sorry, okay! I didn’t know you were in that much pain!”

From Itadori’s perspective, Fushiguro always looked like he’s in a bad mood, but today, once again he got a look at ‘an actually angry Fushiguro’.

Now that it’s become like this, even Itadori couldn’t get into his usual rhythm.

A bit awkwardly, he thought of how to continue the conversation as he scratched his cheek - and then finally he decided to go back to the start of everything.

“B-by the way, in the end we lost Gojou-sensei, huh.”

“Yeah, but who cares about that.”

“Wa-waah, I wonder where he went......”

“What’s this about me?”

““Uwaaaaah!?””

The person who stepped into their somewhat awkward atmosphere in a suprising timing was Gojou, appearing from behind them.

Moreover――

“Go-Gojou-sensei! Since when were you behind us...... huh? Kugisaki’s here, too? Why?”

“Don’t ‘why’ me, you ass.”

Behind Gojou, Kugisaki shows up in a bad mood... or rather, full of malice and resentment.

For Itadori, it would be that another angry classmate shows up.

“Eeh... Even Kugisaki’s in a bad mood.”

“Of course I’d be. Because you guys loitered around Gojou-sensei, we...”

“Oh, come to think of it, Gojou-sensei, is it your day off today?”

“Don’t ignore me, you!”

Sensing that Kugisaki would complain in a more assertive fashion than Fushiguro, Itadori quite bluntly changed the subject.

Although, in the end, the subject didn’t change.

“No, I’m working as usual.”

“Eh? But you ate crepes and walked around town...”

“If you’re as busy as me, you wouldn’t have time to walk around town and making rediscoveries if not as you work, y’know. I might look like that but I’m actually doing my job.”

“And that is?”

“Looking for a dungeon.”

“...... Dungeon?”

“To use a different term, I’m looking for a nice cursed spot that could be used by the first years to acquire experience. In other words, I’m doing preliminary inspection.”

“.........Yes?”

The memories from when he’d first transferred to the Curse Technical College resurfaced on the back of Itadori’s mind.

That day, they were going to sight-see Tokyo, but in the end they had to participate in a curse exorcism recreation in an abandoned building.

Gojou continued indifferently.

“That maid cafe’s neighboring building’s mostly empty of tenants, but a strange rumor seems to have shown up on the internet, you see. And, because of the old record shop with quite a long history rented the place, the curse story’s credibility went up.”

“Ahh, that’s why you kept looking at the window despite there being nothing to see but the building.”

“Then, this is supposed to be a task for another day, but in a happy coincidence, the three first years are all present, so... ‘This is nice, I’ll just have them challenge it today!’, I thought.”

“Eh... eh!?”

“Don’t worry. I’ve moved around the amp abandoned in the building, played recordings like what’s written on the rumors, and other stuff to provoke the cursed spirit. So, you guys will be able to meet a very lively cursed spirit no problem!”

“......... Eeh...”

Itadori immediately moved his gaze towards Kugisaki.

He finally understood the reason for her face full of resentment.

In contrast, Fushiguro looked sharp and firm.

“Alright, we’re going.”

“Wh-why are you so eager!?”

“I feel much better doing this than going to a game center or a maid cafe.”

“Eh, what, you guys went to a maid cafe? Forget Itadori, but you too, Fushiguro? You look composed but you’re actually a lecher, huh, all of you!”

“It was inevitable.”

“What do you mean, forget about me!?”

“Who cares, let’s go.”

“That’s why I’m asking, why are you already in battle mode, Fushiguro!?”

“’Cause Megumi didn’t get the chance to show his abilities in the abandoned building the other day, he’s still all about it.”

“I’m not all about that.”

“No, your face clearly looks like you’re all about it.”

“You’re actually the type to hold a grudge for a long time, aren’t you.”

“Well then everyone, be careful on the way. I’m going to go eat age-manjuu[16].”

“You’re still going to eat!?”

“Let’s just go.”

“Don’t ‘let’s go’ me! Shit, good bye, my day off――――!”

“My Ame-yoko―――!”

From a day off gone wrong, being able to get in touch with a shaman’s ‘usual atmosphere’ helped Fushiguro recover quite a bit.

On the other hand, there are Itadori who had his satisfying holiday cut off, and Kugisaki who’d missed eating Ame-yoko’s specialty, Hyakka-en’s fruits[22].

Gojou saw off the three, noisily heading to exorcise the cursed spirit, with his usual light smile.

“Hm?”

Something fell off from Itadori’s pocket. What is it? Gojou tilted his head in question as he picked it up.

And the next moment, he burst into a laugh.

“Mm, hahahahahahahahahaha!”

Gojou couldn’t stop laughing as the image leapt into his sight.

“Ku, kukuku......... Aren’t they actually having the time of their life, those youngsters.”

80% of his smile was due to the strangeness.

20% of it was due to the pleasantness.

It was said that for some time, Gojou laughed with the picture of Itadori and Fushiguro with a maid wearing angel wings in hand.

Megumi-sama ♥ ♥ Please come again!!

Notes

(p.s. I'm not very sure about some of these, please do tell me if I got anything wrong.)

[1] Mito Koumon is the titular character (also a real person, his other name is Tokugawa Mitsukuni) of a period drama. Each episode always end with Mito Koumon, in a disguise, winning in a brawl against bad guys.

[2] Sazae-san is the name of an anime that has aired every Sunday since 1946 in Japan.

[3] Ame-yoko is an area in Tokyo famous for its shopping districts.

[4] Parque Espana is a Spanish theme park in Japan.

[5] Ueno and Okachimachi is also area in Tokyo.

[6] Tachikawa is a town in Okachimachi.

[7] Chiyoda ward is a special ward located in central Tokyo.

[8] Masakadozuka is the tomb of a beheaded hero.

[9] Akiba is the short term for Akihabara.

[10] Pepper-kun is a really famous robot from Japan.

[11] Onsen is a hot spring.

[12] Super sentou: sentou means a public bath, but in super sentou they have much more facilities than a simple bath, like sweets shops, terrace, and rest areas.

[13] Yamanote-sen is a railway loop line in Tokyo. It goes through famous places like Shibuya, Shinjuku, and Ikebukuro.

[14] It's a place with a ball machine (like Mechamaru during the baseball event) that you use to just... hit balls with a bat.

[15] That small machine you put in money and roll to get some surprises. Some of them are really expensive...

[16] SHOW悪 is, I think, a pun on 性悪 (shouwaru) = ill-natured.

[17] 尊みセット・エモエモ A. I'm not sure how to translate this (this whole maid cafe sequence is giving me a headache), but 尊い (toutoi) means precious. It's usually an otaku language when one talks about their favorite characters. エモ (emo or emoi) means emotional or melancholic. It's also usually used as an otaku language.

[18] かしこまリィンカネーション☆　= Understood-reincarnation. How am I supposed to make this work.

[19] Omelette rice.

[20] I give up. It's emoi. It's just emoi.

[21] Cheki is those polaroid pictures you take with idols, usually.

[22] Hyakka-en is a fruit store that's apparently very famous. Kind of expensive (but fruits are expensive in general in Japan), and for older fruits they chop it up and place it on a stick.

Honestly the novel is a treasure chest full of cute moments and amazing characterization information. I really love it - it’s probably my best buy. If you love Jujutsu Kaisen, you should really buy the book!

By the way, they’re going to release a second light novel soon.

#jujutsu kaisen #translation #light novel translation #fushiguro megumi #itadori yuuji #kugisaki nobara #gojou satoru

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arsonistslut · 3 years

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Chapter 9: Reminders of Tragedy

"Hey, Jane!"

"Hey, Ingrid! How is my favorite person in the world?"

Jane's girlfriend of a good 9 years now happily walked over and kissed her on the cheek, beaming as she always seemed to do whenever she looked at her lover.

"Amazing now that you're here. Hey, you wanna go to that party Randy's having at his house tomorrow?"

"He's having a party? I didn't figure him the partying type."

"Despite the whole business parents thing, he is a real party animal. Hey, you know what's weird about the party?"

"What is?"

"He invited that Jeff guy there..y'know, that creep with the Conduct Disorder?"

She gestured to the tall, dark clothed young adult that sat alone at a lunch table nearby, playing with a switchblade.

"Hey, I remember him being pretty nice.."

"Remember him? You two date at some point?"

"We did, actually, wayyyy back."

Jane smirked when she saw the look of surprise and pride on Ingrid's face when she realized she guessed right.

"What was he like?"

"He was a sweetheart. Cheesy, but a sweetheart. Hell, even cheesier than me."

"Jane, you've carved our names into multiple trees. There's no out-cheesing that."

"Oh, you wouldn't believe how we met, either. My dad was out mowing the lawn, and he accidentally ran over a rock and it hit Jeff in the head."

"Oof, that sounds bad.."

"I visited him in the hospital with my parents one time, and I will never forget what he said to me as a pick-up line."

"What did he say?"

Jane cleared her throat, before trying her darndest to do an impression of a young Jeff.

"Did you come from heaven? Because you look like an angel!"

Ingrid couldn't help but let out a giggle as she quickly pulled Jane into her arms.

"Aww, that sounds so cute!"

"It was!"

Jeff himself was hearing this conversation from afar, the little tricks he played with his knife not an adequate distraction from the constant reminder of what could've been.

"I don't think he handled our breakup too well..nobody really wanted to treat him as anything other than a freak after his diagnosis went public. One time, I heard him ranting to his brother about how it was hypocritical of the school to do a health topic on depression when they wouldn't stop judging him for his CD."

"Sheesh, it sounds like he's been through a lot..poor kid could use a friend."

"It doesn't really look like he wants any. Liu isn't sitting with him..that's weird, Liu always sits with him."

"Prolly had an argument or something, you know siblings."

"Yeah.."

The day continued without incident, Jeffrey getting home at the same time as usual..yet his mind was not thinking about the party, or school, he was thinking about Jane and Ingrid. Why was Jane so special that she had everything she wanted in life and not him? What crime did he commit that landed him with absent parents, demonization from his peers, and a fucking smile cut into his face? That love, that relationship they had..Jeff came to the conclusion that it was something to be destroyed.

Liu, meanwhile, was..struggling with something. Something he never expected would be a problem in his life. Lately, he began having these thoughts..these violent, awful, intrusive thoughts, thoughts that seemed to be begging to be spoken aloud, the actions they describe seeming to grow more and more appealing as time passed.

Kill Randy.

Maim Keith.

Skin Troy like the cattle he is.

Maybe if he gave the thoughts an identity, they'd be easier to handle, he thought as he thought of a name for these urges..one stood out from the others. Not at all goofy, but not as laughably edgy as the other options.

Chapter 10: Enter Sully

Liu ended up speaking to Sully for the entire night..and even into the morning. When Jeff woke up the next morning, he could already hear Liu downstairs talking with..someone.

"It's sad, really..so concerned about themselves..no time spared for you."

"I-I guess..but they've got more important things to worry about.."

"Child, they do not have a thought in them about you. They're all self centered egomaniacs that would rather get pushed around by a genetic failure of a human rather than do anything about their situation!"

"That's not true, Sully! You're lying!"

A horrible growl soon came from the room.

"We are friends, child! Friends do not lie to each other, do they?"

"I..I guess not..goodbye for now, Sully."

"Where are you going?"

"I..I need some time to think."

Liu got back up, jumping from fear when he saw his brother staring at him.

"Holy shit, Jeff! You scared me!"

"I bet."

Awkward silence soon filled the dining room where they stood.

"Hey, Jeff...?"

"What?"

"I'm..sorry about punching you, and saying all that shit about you. I shouldn't have done that."

"No shit, Sherlock."

The elder brother turned around and began walking back up to his room, but not before his brother called out to him.

"Hey..is there any way I could make things up between us?"

"You could make things up by not betraying my trust again. You're all I've got, Liu..don't pull a Jane and fuck it up for me."

Liu always did question that grudge Jeff held for his ex, after all, he chatted with her in the past, and it always seemed like she genuinely enjoyed what her and Jeff had, and she always felt bad for leaving him like that. Hell, it sounded like it was as painful for her to leave him as it was for him to find out that his girlfriend left him. He was tempted to point that out, but he feared ruining things with his brother again.

"Alright.."

Chapter 11: A Hell of A Party

When Jane and Ingrid rounded the corner home, they found..a disturbing sight. A dead raccoon laying in the middle of the street, it's guts ripped out of it's body and thrown aside, Jeff gleefully pawing through the freshly murdered animal, childishly gawking and giggling over the corpse.

"Hey, Jeffrey! What happened here, what the fuck did you do?!"

Ingrid cried out to the blood-soaked kid, who looked up at her, confusion riddling his bloodied face.

"I killed a raccoon. It's not like anyone's gonna miss it."

"Why, you little-"

Ingrid slapped Jeffrey right across the face, knocking him to the ground as Jane held her girlfriend back and tried to keep the situation from escalating any further.

"What the hell was that for?!"

"You killed a helpless animal, you freak!!"

"I oughta kill you next, you piece of-"

Woods choked on his own spittle as he made his threat, never having been particularly..elegant with his words.

"Oh, really?! I'll kick your teeth down your fucking throat!"

"I swear to God, I'll strangle you with your own fucking intestines!!"

When Jeff reached for his switchblade, Jane panicked and grabbed her lover's hand, running off with her as Woods continued to scream at them.

"Your last words better be some Mark Twain shit, because it's going on your tombstone!! You hear me?!"

That experience was all on Jane's mind as she watched Jeff steadily get more and more wasted by the bonfire outside as time went on, at least, what glimpses she could catch of him when she wasn't busy dancing with the other students. Randy was also outside, reluctantly playing Truth Or Dare with the others as well as his increasingly hot and bothered enemy.

"Ok, Jeff!"

"Whaddup, baby?~"

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare, hit me with the worst ya got!"

"Slow dance with Randy."

"What the-no! I'm straight as a arrow, dude!"

"So is spaghetti until it gets wet~"

"Jeff, never say that again."

"C'mooooon, do the dare, ya pussy~ I don't bite!~"

Woods took his time getting up, but still had enough cognitive function to put on Grover Washington Jr's "Just The Two Of Us", to try and improve the mood, but Randy still wasn't having any of it. In a last ditch effort to try and seduce Randy, Jeffrey just..up and took his shirt off. That'll get things going, right? No, it didn't. Despite some swooning from some of his classmates, Randy himself didn't want any part of this. He was a few drinks deep as well, so in a drunken haze, he grabbed one of the bottles of booze they had, took a running start, and smashed it right over Jeff's head. The problem with that is that they were only a couple feet away from a bonfire, so when Jeff stumbled backward, he fell right into it, the alcohol on his exposed flesh quickly igniting. He quickly burst into flames, screaming and running off as the fire quickly seared his body, every remaining nerve ending he had that wasn't burnt away shocking his body with waves of pain. He could feel his scalp burning up once his hair was scorched away, finally finding solace in a nearby puddle that put out the flames. Jeff could see his life flashing before his eyes..his family, his brother..that was all he could see. As Randy and the other students' screams of horror faded away, Woods silently cursed himself for not doing anything more with his life..a single bloody tear rolled down his face as he shut his eyes for what he believed would be the last time.

Chapter 12: The End Of The Beginning

Suddenly..he was in some sort of void. The ground beneath him was black as pitch, and footsteps began to grow ever closer to him. When Jeff looked to see who was approaching, he found no earthly being waiting for his attention. When he laid his eyes on whatever approached, the previously totally dark void began to turn a sickly red. What stood before him was a monster unlike any other, an otherwordly monster many believed to be a mere tall tale.

HE COMES.

#creepypasta #jeffery woods #liu woods #sully #zalgo #tw violence #tw animal moidah #tw jeff fucking burns

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tiriansjewel · 3 years

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JATP One Year Tag Game

rules: answer these ten questions and tag ten people you’ve met because of jatp.

I was tagged by the lovely @nuandia and I’m very excited about this little game! And I can’t believe it’s been a year, sheesh.

1. Favorite scene

it’s gotta be the last scene of the show, I was a teary-eyed mess when they got into that glowing hug and they were all crying and just happy to be with each other and they deserved that happiness so much, I love them :,)

2. Favorite character when you started the show?

Alex, no question. The anxious gay experience and the dry humor got me attached real quickly.

3. Favorite character now?

…it’s still Alex. Although shipping peterpatter definitely gave me a huge soft spot for Reggie as well, so we’ll count him too.

4. Favorite ship when you started the show?

I was a big lalex shipper at the start and they are why I started writing jatp fic.

5. Favorite ship now?

Julie/Carrie or jewelry. Let it be known that I did not write a 10k word fic of their backstory for nothing, I love them and the friends to enemies to lovers energy. It’s so good.

6. Favorite song when you started the show?

hmm it was probably stand tall? Again for the emotions.

7. Favorite song now?

now or never, the 90s start of pop punk vibes really fit with my music taste well so it’s the one song i still listen to pretty regularly.

8. Month I first watched jatp?

October of 2020. Which is almost a year ago. Yikes.

9. Favorite thing about the fandom?

Honestly all the people I’ve met and become true friends with. Like even beyond jatp these people are my friends and that makes me very happy. Also the amount of creativity everyone has? I’ve never seen so much fic and art and giffing for a show like this before, and other shows have been way more popular too… so that’s really cool.

10. Favorite thing about the show as a whole?

Oh god, the themes. The themes of grief and loss and love and how music connects people really spoke to me and still do. The characters are brilliant and human, I love how natural the gay representation was as well.

Okay so I’m sure I’ll tag people who have already been tagged so just,,, ignore that lol: @theanarik @daintyduck99 @psyduckappears @sunsetcurveofficial @allisonreynlds @sunnysbright @merihn @dirtycandies @mxniatrax @authentic-gillespie

#jatp #taggie tags

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ambidextrousarcher · 3 years

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Sarcastic StarBharat Reviews-Episode 22: In which horny deer rishis set off a chain of events.

Hello everyone! I’m back after a VERY long hiatus, had some real life issues to deal with, along with the aggravation of changing an url and some online drama too. And I’m right in time for Diwali, too, yay! Happy Diwali, people! Also Happy Children’s day!

Tagging my usual taglist: @ambitiousandcunning @medhasree @shaonharryandpannisim @hermioneaubreymiachase @hindumyththoughts @chaanv @ratnas-musings @whydoyoucareaboutmyusername @justahappyreindeer @milesbianmorales @allegoriesinmediasres @pratigyakrishnaki @iamnotthat @adishaktis @ratnas-musings. Enjoy your day, everyone!

Review is under the cut.

PS: Nila updates- The Sarcastic StarBharat review of episode 18 is missing from my blog for some reason, I’ll reupload it. Also, for anyone who’s listening to my song covers, the next items are Karam Ki Talwar from Arjun the Warrior Prince, Moh Moh Ke Dhage from Dum Laga Ke Haisha and Jo Beji Thi Dua, from Shangai.

Okay. Rehash is in order, along with some new nicknames. Till the last episode, Madri has reached Hastinapur, the precap of the last episode makes it clear that this is the episode with horny deer rishis.

I had made a numbering mistake in counting the number of canon fails, my bad, so, as of now, we’re at canon fail #49.

Here’s the nickname rehash and additions to be made-

1. Bhishm-Mr. Paragon of Perfection

2. Dhritrashtra- Mr. Drama Queen (Honorary mention-DisasterRashtra, courtesy of @iamnotthat)

3. Pandu-Honey Boy/Lord of Cheesy Lines

4. Gandhari-Ms. Always Patnidharma

5. Shakuni-Mr. Ominous Music/Mr. Annoying Poseur

6. Karn-Mr. Glitterwash

7. Kunti-Ms. Melodrama/Lady of Cheesy Lines

8. Amba (deceased)-Psycho Princess

9. Satyavati-Psycho Mum

10. Vichitraveerya (deceased)-Drunk Kid

Here are the new additions:

11. Vidur (finally)- Picking the line where he likens himself to a thorn during Pandu’s coronation, he’s Mr. Weepy Thorn.

12. Madri-Ms. Smarmy Tears

13. Krishn-(Parody version, anyway, also, FINALLY) Mr. Excess Gyaandaan.

Now, let’s get to business.

Alright, so, last episode, Gandhari was told that Drama Queen wants her in his chambers. Being the aadarsh, Ms. Always Patnidharma that she is, she goes immediately, and that’s where today’s episode of choice begins.

She stumbles in and stutters out her usual ‘Husband?’ (International viewers, please note, Hotstar has rolled out the English subtitles for your most unfavorite show. It translates ‘Arya’ as Lord, but I’m keeping the ‘husband’ variation, because no.)

Anyway. He shushes her. ‘Don’t say anything, Gandhari, just listen. The mind is so weird, isn’t it?’ Okay…why this sudden volte face? Ah, he’s trying to apologise, I guess? He says that he was absorbed in his negative emotions of hurt, grief and jealousy, but when no news of Honey Boy came from the battlefield, he realized that he still worries and cares for his little brother, and that he was merely unfortunate, not conspired against, concluding that he was unjust to Honey Boy. O…kay? Should I count this as a canon fail? Canon Dhritrashtra can be two-faced, so eh, leave it.

Ms. Patnidharma is shaking her head next to him, because of course, she’s that much of a doormat. ‘I was unfair to you too. I had rejected you, Gandhari, but if I realise my mistake, will you accept me?’ Ah. I see what this is. Anvil-shadowing. Just before Pandu ‘loses’ his ability to ‘be a husband’ Drama Queen and Patnidharma make up with each other. Newsflash, writers: Nothing is this clean cut.

Of course, that was precisely the opening Ms. Patnidharma was waiting for, so she feels her husband up as they hug. Drama Queen’s heart, apparently, very anomalously, is overflowing with happiness, now that he has unloaded his weakness onto Patnidharma, or so he says. Don’t believe him, though, don’t be the naïve idiot Patnidharma is, because that weakness of his wreaks bloody wrecking ball havoc in the future.

‘So what if I don’t become the King?’ Excuse me. I just choked on my water. What’s up with this volte-face? Just what? ‘I have more respect here than the King himself!’ I think I’m gonna count this as canon fail #50 because nah, he ain’t gonna say this in any adaptation that’s sane. And of course, since he’s randy too, it seems, he goes ‘When you give me a son, he’ll be the eldest son and King after Pandu. I’ll also get the pleasure of being a King. Will you give me the gift of such a talented son?’ Ah. So that’s what the volte-face is for. Canon fail #50 cancelled. Drama Queen would say anything at all to get his way, that’s right. Patnidharma, predictably, goes all gushy. ‘Yes, husband, for your sake, I’ll go to the portals of Yamlok themselves!’ Ah, sheesh, sometimes, watching this show makes me think that I should projectile-yeet myself to Yamlok.

He laughs. ‘When the time comes,’ he says, ‘we’ll go to the portals of death together, Gandhari.’ Well, that, at least, is true. He continues that they still have many happy moments to experience. She nods, melting into his embrace.

Scene changes to a green vista, the whickering of horses heard. Madri, henceforth known as Ms. Smarmy Tears, is laughing, Ms. Melodrama being stony faced and stoic. (That’s a change, though the music manages to make even THAT dramatic) The camera focuses on a deer, and Smarmy asks Honey Boy to stop, because it’s a beautiful deer. Okay…I know what’s coming up next. Anvil-shadowing, anyone? I realise it was very long ago when we were introduced to Ms. Melodrama, but I’ll give you a short rehash. She was introduced saving a deer from hunters. Anyone got the hint? It’s an obvious ‘Madri is an evil witch!’ gambit. Please do not take it. I know that in canon, Kunti and Madri probably had a fractious relationship given the whole fracas over the boon, but I refuse to believe Madri would be this transparently biatch-y.

And…bingo! Smarmy says that the deer is absolutely unique, and follows it up with a request for its skin. Melodrama, of course, is having none of it. She passionately launches into defence of the deer’s children who’d be orphaned, basically echoing her very first piece of dialogue on this show. Do you think there’s a chance that they dubbed it in? I mean…I wouldn’t be able to say that twice with a straight face. But, whatever gives, I guess. Fawn get orphaned often, goes Smarmy. It’s not like I’m asking you for the position of the Queen, can’t you do this much for me? Since StarB has a thing of making women either bitches or doormat ditches, its Honey Boy who cuts in. ‘Speak of good things alone.’ Did this guy get a theology class between the ‘war’ and this moment? ‘I’ll get the deer for you, the rest of you please stay here.’ And then the show takes yet another opportunity to set Melodrama as good and Smarmy as bad, as Melodrama tries to give Smarmy a moral lesson about abstaining from killing for no reason, and Smarmy going all casteist (not sure if that’s the right word, since afaik Kunti’s maternal family are also Kshatriyas? Yadava is not one family. It’s an entire dynasty.) And here’s canon fail #50 and #51. #50 is the fact that Pandu, in canon, hunts the deer because he wants to. Madri has nothing to do with it in the text. #51 because the jibe about Yadavs being shepherds that Madri makes smacks of a misconception about politics in the MBH. The idea of ‘Yadavas’ being shepherds is present because of the lore of Krishn and Balaram in Gokul. While I’m sure there might be some branches of the family that may dabble in those pursuits, typically, considering the social structure of that time, Kunti’s family is of quite royal pedigree.

The scene switches to Honey Boy looking for deer, listening attentively to the rustling leaves. Really, this question goes for canon too, haven’t these guys learnt a thing at all from the whole Dashrath/Sravan Kumar fracas? That it is TOTALLY not a good idea to just randomly shoot in a random forest, anyone? At least sight the prey a little, no?

Regardless, he shoots an arrow, the tell-tale thunk is heard, followed by a human scream (the typically serial-ish ‘nahi, nahi!’ aka ‘no, no!’). Alarmed, he sets off in pursuit of the sound. The camera focuses on a bloody arrow then showing us a rishi and a rishin. ‘Maharishi Kidam?’ exclaims Pandu. ‘It was you?’ ‘What have you done? You shot an arrow without recognizing me! I was dallying (read: deer hanky-panky-ing) with my wife in the form of a deer, and you shot an arrow without considering that the grace and the form of the deer could only mean it is such?’ Okay, for all that I want to call this canon fail #52, I’ll be honest…because such a scene, at least one of Pandu killing Kidama when he’s in sexual congress with his wife in the form of a deer does happen. Sometimes, *sigh* canon itself is quite strange.

But…in the whole of this thing, I have an observation to make, a few questions to ask, in the context of this serial:

1. Madri saw only one deer? What was the deer rishi doing, a deer mating ritual of some sort? Where was the wife then?

2. Does what he said mean that there might be…other rishis doing deer hanky panky?

3. Kidama was a rishi, right? He’d have figured out Pandu wants the ‘deer’ when he saw them and vanished? He could have, IDK, sprinted off real quick, or turned back into human, or just vanished once more. Why escalate it this much?

Honey Boy is very contrite and begs for forgiveness. Canon fail #53. In canon, he basically goes, well, Kings hunt deer, why cry about it? (That is, the dialogue given to Madri to establish her as ‘bad’) The deer rishi brings up the Dashrath point I gave above and says that Honey Boy’s crime can’t be pardoned, that he shouldn’t have killed a man in congress with his wife, so he curses him that he’ll die the moment he’ll have congress with any woman. Canon fail #54. The original curse specifies ‘his loved one’ not any random woman.

Cue dramatic panoramic shot and dramatic title bgm. Honey Boy is in tears. The rishi dies.

Scene changes and we’re back in Hastina, where the court fool is entering. He says he has a lot of questions. Mr. Weepy Thorn prompts him to ask his questions. So there’s this long drawn out riddle session that’s set up to predict that Gandhari is pregnant, and Drama Queen will be experiencing the love of a son soon. There’s happiness all round, lots of hugs too. Of course, this show takes no rest from anvil shadowing either, so exactly at this moment enters Honey Boy with his wives. Honey Boy is welcomed with joy and immediately apprised of the news. In his head, the dying deer rishi’s words echo, even as his wives smile by his side. (Ah, apparently, there’s anvil juxtaposition, too! Whee!)

Anyway. Satyavati notices he ain’t looking happy and she asks him if he got what she said. He manages to sponge her off, hug his brother and congratulate him. When he does that, Annoying Poseur closes his eye.

As he ascends the throne, deer rishi’s words come back to him, asking what kind of a King he is. Honey Boy refrains from climbing the final stair, turning. He says that he has something of great importance to announce, confessing that he has killed Kidama and is no longer worthy of being a King.

His announcement is met with shock all around, as he renounces the throne of Hastina. Cue dramatic title bgm again. Camera focuses on Satyavati (who’s quite less psycho nowadays), then panning one by one to Drama Queen, Paragon of Perfection, Smarmy, Melodrama, Patnidharma, Ambika, Ambalika, a grinning Poseur (both eyes open), back to Honey boy and Mr. Paragon as he drops his angvastr limply.

Scene changes as Mr. Perfection walks inside Honey Boy’s chambers and they have an argument about his responsibilities. Honey Boy puts forward that for all that Satyavati wants a worthy King, he is no longer worthy, that even Indra renounced heaven for the killing of a sage and meditated for eons, that mere charity and abstinence as suggested by Mr. Thorn and Kripacharya won’t be enough. He continues that the duty of a King, the man who holds the royal scepter is to dispense justice to his people. He asks who would mete justice out on a King? The camera pans out to Mr. Perfection, standing mute, ending the episode.

Alright, this whole thing is canon fail #55. Pandu does not go back to Hastina, he sets out immediately to atone. Also #56, his wives know everything as he does. He doesn’t keep it hidden from them.

Precap: ‘But the crime was ours’ says Smarmy. ‘the punishment, however, has to be borne by our yet unborn children!’ ‘You can’t ever have children.’ Announces Honey Boy, going on to inform them of the curse.

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