#and the kid is genuinely shocked and in awe because he didn’t think he would come

[kingkatsuki]

Could you imagine Bakugou getting a letter from a kid while he’s at his agency? And like he only ends up getting it by accident because usually his team deal with his fan mail and reply with generic responses, add a printed signature at the footer and sometimes if people are lucky a signed photograph.

But this particular morning he’s running late into the office because getting up on this bitter winter morning was difficult, he’s striding into the building and manages to pick up a pile of mail for him at reception that he thinks is important. Finally taking a seat behind his desk as he opens the bright red letter on top, as he realises that it’s in fact from a fan.

And as he reads the letter he finds himself smiling down at it softly as it talks about how Dynamight is his favourite hero, that he hopes one day he’ll have a quirk as strong and powerful as him, but for now he’s quirkless. Going on to talk about his school and how he’s getting bullied, but if he had a quirk as good as his favourite Pro he’d be strong enough to fight back. And the letter ends with the kid asking Dynamight if he’ll come to his school for a show and tell this Friday because he can’t think of anything cooler than Dynamight.

And there’s just something about this story that resonates with Bakugou, and hits a little too close to home. Smiling softly as a picture drops out from behind the letter, a colourful drawing of what he assumes is him and the kid. A crude stick figure with chunky green gauntlets that look more like watermelons as he shoots explosions into the sky. Picking up the phone in his office as he asks his receptionist to cancel his plans for the Friday that week.

And it starts Bakugou actually opening his fan mail himself, of course he can’t get to all of it— but he tries. He instructs his team to deliver it into his office so he can read through as much as he can.

#… and this is exactly how he ends up getting a letter from us #that probably includes some risqué pictures #but he definitely messages us back👀😂😂😂 #no but seriously just imagine him showing up??? #and the kid is genuinely shocked and in awe because he didn’t think he would come #and all the other kids were making fun out of him because there’s no way Dynamight is coming for a random ass kid #but he does… #and the kid had just prepared to do show and tell with his Dynamight action figure #but now he’s got the real fucking thing??? #and imagine Bakugou in his 40s and suddenly this kid is fresh out of school with a strong quirk and wants to be his sidekick? #I’ll sob #soft bakugou

[thefrontofmymind]

Over The Balcony Wall (matty healy x reader)

a/n: hey yall i apologise i kinda half arsed this, but in return i promise more shit coming probably friday okay any feedback is greatly appreciated kisses xxxx

PROMPT: Flirting from hotel balconies

WARNINGS: tiny mention of alcohol consumption, also reader is very often on the brink of a panic attack lol (aren't we all?)

You’d been at your wits end with work. With being pulled left and right by everyone around you, the seemingly endless hours, and the pressure of single handedly organising successful project after successful project, you were due for a break and your supervisor thought the same thing. You managed to scrounge for a ten-day holiday in Barcelona, with not a single thought of logging in to your email or opening your laptop.

At first you were concerned you’d be lonely–you hadn’t spent so long alone, in a city where you didn’t know a soul, but as you settled, you realised it was better to relish in the quiet, there was no one around so you didn’t feel the need to keep up any expectation of you, and you could simply be.

Your days were spent lounging at the hotel pool, going between reading the small collection of novels you’d brought with you, and cooling off by floating in the water–eyes closed and breathing even.

You spent most nights in your room. After dinner at whatever restaurant the hotel reception would recommend to you that night, you’d make your way back and take in the city skyline on your balcony; you could spend hours just people-watching from your fifth-floor haven.

It was on your seventh night that your silent sanctuary was corrupted. As the sun was setting–quite late since it was Spain in the middle of summer–you could hear music–a guitar playing–from the balcony next to you. You couldn’t quite put your finger on the song–you’re pretty sure you’d heard it before, and it all-but entranced you. Note after note, it was methodical, and a little repetitive, but you couldn’t help but listen to it. There was a few minutes of fiddling, and you could hear the player ‘um’ing and ‘ah’ing from over the privacy wall that separated your two balconies, and you could smell cigarette smoke as well. 

There was a lull of no music, no sounds of someone deep in thought, and before your brain could catch up to what your mouth was doing, you spoke. “You’re very good at that.”

There was a moment of silence before you got an answer. A moment of kicking yourself, because who just speaks to a stranger over a balcony wall and compliments their guitar playing?

“Me?” The voice asked. An English accent, northern, you’d say.

You cringed at the interaction before you, certainly out of the ordinary. “Yes, you. You’re a very good guitar player.”

Maybe it was the couple cocktails you’d had with dinner that gave you the confidence, but it seemed to work in your favour. You heard a chuckle before receiving a reply. “Thanks, I’d like to hope I’m good at it, ‘ts kinda part of my job to be good at music-y things.”

There was a hesitation in the man’s comment, like he was unsure if he should be telling you anything about him. Though you couldn’t blame him, you were the weirdo who began speaking to him from the next balcony over at a random hotel in Barcelona. But there was a certain magnetism to the whole situation, you didn’t want to stop talking, maybe it was boredom, or loneliness, you weren’t sure.

You felt unease, like you’d struck a nerve there, and you weren’t quite sure what to say.

“I’m a singer in a band,” he continued. “And I play guitar.”

“Anything I would’ve heard?” You tried to place the voice, trying to think if you’d heard him before, though you were coming up blank.

“We’ve had a bit of radio play,” he said, and you could hear the smirk as he spoke–you theorised he was downgrading just a touch. “And…we’ve won a couple BRITs too…”

You were in shock. “No kidding! Who are you?” you asked with a genuine mixture of humour, awe and inquisitiveness. You didn’t mean to pry, and there wasn’t that sinking feeling that you’d overstepped a line with what you said, but the faceless voice didn’t reply–at least not after letting out a small chuckle under his breath. “Hellooo? You still with me?”

“Yeah, yeah, um-” He took a breath, while you held yours in anticipation, with an added twinge of fear that you’d committed a social faux pas. “Why don’t you come over? So we can get to know each other?”

There was an air about the way he said it–there was certain entitlement, like he knew you would say yes. And you just couldn’t let this complete stranger win this game. This unspoken game.

“I don’t know…” you began. “I’ve had a bit to drink, don’t think I can’t smell the weed, it wouldn’t be right.”

Again, silence. It seemed to be his specialty. You heard him shuffle in the chair you assumed he was sitting in–most definitely a carbon copy of the one you’d gotten comfortable in.

“No, yeah–you’re right. I wouldn’t want to go about something if you weren’t comfortable…” he trailed off.

There was a sense of awkwardness–and right after you thought you’d settled into a semblance of a groove with the mysterious man next door.

“Can I play you something?” He said, tapping on his guitar, making the strings vibrate slightly. “Anything except country, okay?”

You let out a giggle–since when did you giggle? “Okay…” You thought for a jiffy. “Gimme some Wonderwall.”

“Oh, god-um-okay,” you could hear the smile in his voice. He fiddled for a second, finding the right chords, before he started. And he didn’t stop filling each and every one your requests–intermediately interrupted by questions back and forth between the two of you, that could very easily turn into a sleep-deprived tangent about anything from the current socio-political climate, to what breakfast cereal was the ultimate superior choice–until the sun began to creep up over the horizon, a perfect view from your balconies. You bid each other goodnight as the sky began to wake up to a tinge of light blue.

You woke up well past midday, and hungry. You dreaded the thought of properly waking up, getting ready, and going out to find somewhere with something that resembled breakfast food at this hour. So you decided on the next best thing, and within half an hour you’d at least showered, put on clothes that you could argue were “daytime clothes”, and sat yourself at a table in the restaurant attached to the hotel lobby–an intensely British establishment, made purely for tourists who missed the majorly under seasoned tastes of home.

It was only as you basked in the warmth of your English Breakfast tea and took in the smells of your traditional fry-up, that you put your finger on the uneasy feeling you were experiencing–from the moment you stepped out of your room and walked past the door next to yours–you felt exposed. You didn’t realise how much you enjoyed the anonymity of the night before, you didn’t know your conversation partner, and he didn’t know you, hell, you didn’t even know each other’s names, for Pete’s sake.

You could feel your breathing begin to get more and more shallow the longer you sat at that table alone. You were alone in the restaurant–bar the waitstaff and a group of five men at a table across the room who kept very much to themselves, all adorning either sunglasses, baseball caps, or drawn up hoodies. You couldn’t help but wonder as you took quick glances at them, were they famous or something?

You didn’t want to dwell on it, as you felt your heartbeat rise now, and you knew the situation wouldn’t end up pretty if you didn’t get out of there now. 

You were glad there was an option to charge your bill to your room, so you were able to book it out of there without having to wait around for a waiter to give you the bill, then charge it, before returning your card back to you.

Your vision didn’t falter from right ahead of you all the way to your room; out of the restaurant, through the lobby, in the elevator–you thanked whoever was in charge of the universe that you were alone during that portion of your trip–and down the hall until you were finally in your room.

You flopped facedown on your messy, unmade bed, when a sudden thought came to you–and you felt foolish that it didn’t dawn on you sooner.

If those guys were famous, would it be plausible that they were perhaps in a BRIT-winning band? Could one of them have been the man you spent the previous night talking to? You couldn’t recognise a voice, they were speaking to each other in hushed voices.

The air around you felt so, so thick, and hot; it was slowly suffocating you. You quickly rushed to your balcony–the scene of last night’s crime–and finally took a deep breath of the fresh air, draped in sunrays. It was as you began to calm yourself, that you could hear shuffling on the other side of that thin concrete wall.

“You alright over there?” You didn’t know what was to unfold. How would you explain your sudden fear of meeting your mystery man in person?

“Yeah, just a bit hungover, I think,” you joked, and you sighed in relief when you hear a laugh from next to you.

“Well I was thinking.” He paused for a second, seemingly trying to find the right words–you often did the same. “I’m feeling pretty ordinary, and I was going to just order some room service and chuck a film on-” You could see where this was going. “And I was wondering if you’d care to join me-I’ll even let you pick the film.”

You could hear the smile in his voice, and you weren’t sure if that’s what did it, or a sudden–but more and more familiar–wave of courage that washed over you, and the feeling that you just had to get to know the strange you’d yet to lay your eyes on, but in no time at all you’d found yourself agreeing, and you were knocking on the hotel door next to yours.

You felt your heartbeat hitch in your throat as the door handle began turning–everything felt like it was in slow motion. When your eyes met the chocolate ones on the other side of the door, you practically melted. You couldn’t have imagined what he looked like–if you tried, you wouldn’t have gotten close. He had a warm smile across his face, and he was dressed simply in a pair of jeans and a graphic t-shirt of some band you hadn’t heard of.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Matty.”

#matty healy x reader #matty healy fluff #matty healy blurb #matty healy imagine

[galaxymagitech]

Don’t know if anyone still cares about spoilers for this, but…

SPOILERS FOR TEEN TITANS (2003)

So I finished TT03 season 2. And cried. I was NOT expecting a teenager to die. When Terra defeated Robin, I thought “this can only end in a last-minute heroic sacrifice.” But it still took me by surprise that she was actually just gone. They make her a gravestone and she never comes back as Terra. It was shocking.

I tend to see most characters in the most sympathetic way possible, and that applies to Terra too. She did terrible things and she knows it. She made really bad, perhaps irredeemable, mistakes. But she also didn’t deserve the way her story went. Doing bad things and experiencing bad things don’t cancel each other out. Being hurt doesn’t justify hurting people, although you can certainly experience empathy for someone like that. But also—just because someone, especially a 15/16-year-old teenager, hurts people doesn’t mean it isn’t sad when they get hurt too.

Looking back on Terra’s story, I don’t know what the Teen Titans could have done differently. Fixing one mistake would’ve just delayed the inevitable. Slade was cunning enough to manipulate Terra and unlike Robin she didn’t have an established support system—Slade got to her before she could build one and undermined all her successive efforts. Terra says she’s looking for control, but I don’t think she’s right about herself. If she wanted control then she would’ve left Slade as soon as she got control over her powers. I think she was looking for safety and she considered herself a threat. She wanted to feel protected and secure, after so long on her own, and Slade offered her the opportunity to take the storm inside of her and channel it outwards. He offered her a place she didn’t have to fight him for, and Terra had never had that before. The Teen Titans couldn’t give her what she needed—and neither would Slade, but you can see why she thought he would. And Terra keeps repeating that she’s in control, that she wants this, as if trying to convince herself, and it was honestly horrifying to me.

I don’t want to take away Terra’s agency here. She was manipulated, but she still chose to betray the Titans. She isn’t a good person. But I don’t think she’s a bad person either. It’s not a dichotomy, it’s a sliding scale. She was just a person and she was trying but it wasn’t enough.

And Terra was a kid. She was a teenager who was lost and confused and scared and made the choices that seemed best to her in the moment. She changed her mind again and again. She gave up the best thing she ever had. In another world, she could’ve been happy. She could’ve even been “good,” maybe not in the profoundly heroic person at heart way, but in the “doing good things” way. If Terra hadn’t had out of control superpowers, if Slade hadn’t noticed her, Terra wouldn’t have turned “bad.” If she’d gotten a normal life, she wouldn’t have been “bad.” Terra was just as deserving of a good life as a normal person.

So I found myself with literal tears in my eyes over an animated TV show, because it just sucked so much that Terra’s story ended up like this and this was way darker and more horrifying than I expected.

Some of this goes for the comics character too. I think she’s genuinely a bad person in the comics, and a lot less sympathetic. But also—without getting into the specifics—her life really sucked. She did bad things and bad things happened to her. Deathstroke manipulated her, and although it was clear that she’d kill people/be evil on her own, the way her story went was really sad. And of course she’s still responsible for her own evil actions, but…any time you’ve got a teenager whose life is like that, whose mind is so messed up that killing people seems like a good idea, it doesn’t matter where the blame is assigned—it’s a tragedy.

I can’t help but have sympathy for Terra, in both forms. Because no matter how awful she was or how many cruel things she did, she was a kid and her story was sad.

(Me: Terra is a kid! 15 or 16 years old! A kid!!

Also Me: I’m…practically an adult.)

#teen titans #teen titans (2003) #cartoons #terra #tara markov #slade wilson #meta #fan analysis #dcu #dc

[guess-my-next-obsession]

August — Chapter Four

pairing: frankie morales x f!ofc (rebecca herrera)

warnings: NSFW 18+, protected sex, loss of virginity, secret relationship, age gap relationship, risk of getting caught and all that jazz

words: 4.5k

series masterlist

“Sam—“ Becca held her hand out as though to stop him from thinking, her face full of worry, pale as a ghost as she watched her cousin staring at her and her secret lover.

“Oh ho ho ho!” He covered his mouth with his hand, laughing in shock at the pair—caught red handed.

“Sam, please,” she stepped forward, Frankie walking with her even though he felt paralyzed with anxiety.

“You…and Frankie? How? When? Why?” He continued chuckling as he watched her turn to Frabkie, eyes desperately searching his for advice on what to say.

“Listen, Sam, I know you probably think I’m some awful guy—“

“What? No.” He chuckled sincerely and stepped closer to the two of them. “I like you man, I’m just…with Becca!? I’m gonna keep your secret, Bex, I just…my cousin? You have seen her in the morning, right?”

“Wait, so you’re not going to tell everybody?” She asked, ignoring his insulting questioning along with Frankie. Sam shook his head and chuckled again.

“Fuck no! Your romantic life is none of my business. Besides, this is a big land for you, ‘cuz. A pilot! I would’ve thought you’d be fucking a busboy or a little nerd or something.” He stepped back and shook his head, looking at the two of you with amusement. “Man, never woulda called it. How fun.”

“So you don’t think they’ll take it well?” Becca couldn’t help but seize the opportunity and ask her older, much more experienced cousin for his opinion.

“My dad would be fine with it, I think.” He shrugged, and Frankie began to play over the scenario in his mind. Of course, only the worst case scenario seemed to be imaginable at the moment. “But your parents? Your mom would kill Frankie and your dad would kill you.”

“Right…” She nodded, swallowing thickly. She was fine with getting disowned, or at least that’s what she told herself, but the last thing she wanted was for anyone to look at Frankie in a bad light. He was good. A good man who only ever seemed to care and spread love around like it was easy. He didn’t deserve to be ridiculed and insulted by her overprotective mother and father.

“Well, this has been a real treat. Frankie, my guy, I don’t see it. But you seem happy.” Frankie gave him a forced smile, nodding at him in hopes he’d leave. “And Bex, good on you, kid. Who woulda thought you had it in ya?”

“Okay, Sam. You can go now.” She rolled her eyes and rubbed her temples, watching as he walked past them and into a dive bar. Once they were alone again, she face planted against Frankie’s chest, groaning. Frankie leaned down and placed a kiss onto the top of her head.

“Yeah, that was rough.” He rubbed her back, fighting back a chuckle that had only just come to surface. “But, silver lining…someone knows now. And he reacted—well, he reacted like expected, but not poorly.”

“He has two brain cells! Of course he didn’t care!” She groaned again, making him laugh as he hugged her close, swaying her as he surveyed their surroundings. Becca lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest, frowning at him. “I don’t want my parents to hate you.”

“They don’t.” He furrowed his brows and took in the genuine concern in her eyes, holding her face in his hands. “Hey, they’re not going to find out. Okay? We can tell them when we’re ready.”

“And what happens if I’m never ready?” She asked, Frankie being left clueless for once. He took his time looking at her—so young, so much to still learn, so much she felt she still owed the world.

For a moment, it all almost felt wrong, just because of the sheer amount of life he’d gotten to experience. He knew at his age that none of it really mattered—her family reacting poorly or well. Her life was her own to do whatever she wanted with it, but she just didn’t know that quite yet.

“Then I guess it’ll just be our secret—and Sam’s.” He forced a chuckle and smile onto his face even though the thought of their inevitable demise had already began to do its damage. With a soft sigh, he threw his arm over Becca’s shoulders and turned her around. “Come on, let’s head back.”

“Do you—nevermind.” Becca chuckled as Frankie pulled into the driveway, the two of them sharing an uncharacteristic silence, but not hating it. Frankie parked the car and looked over at her, the only light on her face coming from the porch all the way up the driveway.

God, he thought she was angel. He thought it when they first met at the bar, thought it when he found out she was his friend’s niece, and had been thinking it every minute since. Her olive-toned skin seemed radiant even in the darkness of the car, her hazel brown eyes like pools of honey every time she did him the honor of looking his way. He reached his hand over to cup her cheek before remembering where they were, pulling it back to his lap.

“Do I what?” He settled on, hoping the softness in his tone conveyed his admiration for her. Becca sighed and shrugged, shaking her head with a chuckle. “Tell me.”

“Do you think, and obviously it’s totally understandable if you don’t want to, especially given everything with Sam and, I mean, my mother would actually kill you if she found us—“

“Miss Herrera, I’m going to need you to spit it out.” He teased, watching as she chuckled at her own word-vomit.

“Do you think I could sneak into your room tonight?” She watched as he stared at her blankly, her teeth bared in a wince as she took his silence for rejection. “Nevermind, I just…I hate knowing that you’re just upstairs, which is basically just on the other side of the wall when—it’s okay. It’s impractical. So many things could go wrong—“

“Becca, of course you can. Though, I think it’ll be easier if I sneak into your room.” He reached over, not much care left in him anymore, and held her face in his hand. His eyes flickered from hers to the soft, blurred red pout of her lips, almost losing it completely and kissing her. “I…only care about being caught anymore because I know how it would affect your relationship with your parents. I don’t want you thinking that I care about anyone finding out, because…I don’t. I’m not ashamed of you, not…you’re not something I would ever want to hide. So, please don’t ever think that I’d ever turn down the chance for you to sneak into my bed or vice versa, querida.”

“Am I overthinking everything…with my parents?” She asked in a croaked whisper. Frankie sighed and removed his hands from her face.

“Baby, that’s not what I wanted you to take away from what I said.” He chuckled and tilted his head back against the headrest, hand raking over his face.

“I’m sorry—“

“Becca, you don’t—“ He sighed, frustrated with her inability to grasp that she wasn’t an inconvenience to him. “I just…you’re always so concerned with everyone else, with how they view you. I wish you’d stop caring about everyone else and start caring about yourself. Because the only thing I’ve ever witnessed you doing for yourself is sneaking around with me, and even that…”

“I wasn’t raised to think of myself. I wouldn’t even know what it looks like.” She sighed, hit in the stomach by his words. He was right, and although she’d never thought it herself, it was the blatant truth. She was a pleaser, through and through—even, and mostly so, when it offered no benefit to her.

She didn’t live with her parents any longer. Didn’t rely on them for cash or stability. Didn’t rely on them for emotional support—clearly. So, for what reason did she feel so selflessly devoted to being the “dream daughter”? Why was she here—with this dream of a man that somehow was a part of her reality—yet still so concerned with the possibility of being caught. Why did she even care if they were caught?

“You know what?” She turned to him with her bottom lip between her teeth, hesitant but finally realizing just how free she was. “Who cares?”

“Huh?” He furrowed his brows and smiled at her in confusion, having no idea what she was about to say given his lack of insight into her inner epiphany. Becca reached over and pulled his face to hers, her tongue slipping past his lips and into his mouth. Frankie took only a second to gather his wits before he was gripping her hip and kissing her back just as hungrily. In between kisses, he tried to remind her of their surroundings, though he could hardly think straight himself. “We…need…to…we…inside…let’s—“

“Shh,” she hushed his lips with her own, her hand migrating down his chest to his bulge, earning a gasped moan when she palmed him through his jeans.

“Cariño…we’re going to get caught,” he mumbled against her neck as his lips travelled to her pulse, nipping at the skin while she continued to stroke him through his denim.

“I don’t really care anymore,” she moaned, instantly feeling his teeth and lips sucking and biting her neck, surely leaving a hickey. “Frankie…I want to fuck you. Take me inside and fuck me…”

“Baby…” He grumbled as he tried to keep hold of what little reason he had left in his lust-flooded brain. Before she could open her mouth to beg again for what she desperately desired and more than deserved, a knock sounded on her window, the two of them jumping apart. Sam stood on the other side of her door, careful to not look inside. “Jesus!”

“Sam!” She shouted as she rolled her window down, her heart thumping in her chest at the jump scare. Her cousin finally turned and chuckled when he took in her frightened look, gesturing at the house.

“You guys gonna come inside or?” He watched as Frankie nodded, wiping her lipstick off his mouth before turning off the car. Becca glared at her cousin and stepped out of the vehicle, shoving him once she was standing. “Hey! I’m doing you a favor! You think if your mom came out here for her nightly smoke and saw that she’d be as calm as your favorite cousin?”

“First off, you’re not my favorite cousin! None of my cousins are my favorite! You guys are all awful.” Frankie grinned in amusement as he walked around the car, keeping his hand on the small of her back as she shouted and pointed her finger in his face, Sam seemingly not much caring about the attack given his relaxed smile. “Secondly, my mom smokes?! Thirdly, I was in the middle of something, asshole!”

“Yeah, I had the misfortune of witnessing.” He chuckled and swatted her finger away like a fly. Before Becca could open her mouth to curse him out again, Frankie chuckled and placed his hand over it, knowing the look on her eyes meant nothing good.

“Alright, fighter. I think you blew off enough steam for one night. Let’s go inside.” Frankie ordered and Becca begrudgingly obeyed him, though she felt she still had enough irritation built up in her to curse her cousin out for at least a century.

Sam chuckled from behind the couple as he watched them slowly start to distance themselves physically the closer that they got to the front door. It made him feel a bit bad for his cousin—the feeling strange and foreign given their usual not-so-closeness.

He admittedly held a lot of the blame for their family’s view of the twenty-four year-old, his jokes at her expense and nicknames surely not helping at the very minimum. But it was like he couldn’t see just how sad she’d been until she saw her happy for once. Though he couldn’t change the way everyone saw her overnight, he decided that he’d do everything he could to help the kid woman out.

As soon as Becca stepped inside, she was greeted by her nosier than usual mother.

“You’re home early.” She followed Becca further inside the house, Frankie and Sam in tow as they all walked to the kitchen.

“It was dead.” Becca smirked in both amusement and disbelief at her mother’s quick interrogation, looking at both Sam and Frankie for confirmation that it was actually happening.

“I thought you weren’t going out to see anybody.” She countered, earning a scoffed laugh from her daughter as she poured herself a glass of water.

“Jesus! I wasn’t.” Becca shook her head and lifted her glass to her lips, eyes shouting at Frankie to say something and change the subject.

“Uh, what did you guys get up to? Did the twins figure everything out?” Frankie asked her mother, successfully pulling her attention to him.

“Oh, we just watched a movie and drank some wine—hey, I think you…have something…um, is that—is that red lipstick?” She squinted as she pointed at Frankie’s neck, his heartbeat racing as he reached up to where she was pointing, covering the spot. Becca quickly turned around and tried to wipe off the remaining red that covered her kiss-bitten lips.

“Uh, yeah. I found them on their way to the bars and brought them with me to the strip-club. One of the dancers must’ve gotten handsy since he’s so handsome, ya know.” Sam interjected with his best performance, Becca and Frankie groaning internally at his lack of acting skills.

“You took my little girl into a strip club?” She scolded her nephew, swatting his arm before turning to Frankie and doing the same. “And you let him!”

“She’s not a kid, auntie. Look at her. Too many wrinkles for a kid.” Oh, Sam. Becca turned around, holding her hand with smudged red pigment behind her back as she shrugged.

“I…like naked ladies, what can I say?” She gave her mother an awkward grin, Frankie failing to hold in his amusement at her delivery, snickering and choking on his chuckles as he tried to calm them. Earning another glare from her mother, he straightened his grin and stood at attention, nodding as though to say he’d be on his best behavior.

“You’re never going out with either of them again. Perverts.” She tugged her daughter along with her upstairs to her bedroom, mumbling on about how tomorrow night she and her father were going out on a date and she needed input on which dress to wear. The topic was both boring and relieving. If her mother so quickly moved on from the previous subject, it meant she believed it—which meant her and Frankie were still in the clear for the evening. “Now, I was thinking this one, but…your dad likes me in red, so maybe this one?”

“I think dad would like you in anything, mom.” You sat down on the floor of her walk-in closet, half listening and responding to her, half caught reliving the sinful memories of Frankie and her in his backseat.

The evening seemed to go on much later than all the others, her parents not making their way to bed until 1 am, her uncle doing the same after having stolen Frankie away for a couple hours.

At last, around 3 am, it was all clear for Frankie to sneak out of his room and down to Becca’s. He poked his head out into the dark hallway and quietly closed the door behind him, tiptoeing to Becca’s door. It squeaked as he opened it, making him wince as he squeezed through the crack and closed it again. A lamp flicked on behind him at the sound of the door closing, Becca having woken up from an accidental nap while waiting for him. She sat up and leaned back against the headboard, rubbing her eyes to clear his vision.

“Were you asleep? I’m sorry,” he frowned as he walked over to her bed, surprised by the disorder of the room, but finding it endearing nonetheless. Becca shook her head adamantly and accepted him as he walked to the other side of the bed and sat down beside her. Becca wasted no time in climbing onto his lap, his hands rubbing up and down her sides as the pair took each other in. Her hands held his face as though he was as delicate as a rose, her eyes darting between his. Frankie’s lips curled up a bit under her intense admiration, his voice as soft as a whisper when he spoke again. “Are you…tired?”

“No,” she responded quickly, shaking her head. One of Frankie’s hands slid over the cotton of her pajama shorts at her hip to the swell of her ass, gripping it softly. “Never too tired for you.”

“Baby girl, I want you so bad,” he admitted in a pained sigh, leaning in to rest his forehead against hers, Becca’s core working against the hardness in his sweats. Frankie shivered at the sensation, fingers gripping her tighter to help move her against him. Neither could contain their soft moans of satisfaction as she sped up against him, desperate for release. He was going to to stop her and remind her that she could have the real thing if she wanted it, but decided that she deserved to use him however she wanted, as long as she wanted, over and over until she’d had enough. “Fuck, querida…take what you need.” He breathed out as Becca kept going, his eyes trained on her as she began to crumble, her hips stuttering to a halt once she’d reached her ecstasy. Her lips crashed against his as she rode it out, his hands running up and down her back soothingly. “Lay down for me.”

“I…might need a bit of reassurance.” She admitted as she laid down, the reality that she was about to do something she’d never done before finally hitting her. She knew that everyone’s first time was different, and most of her friends said it wasn’t as awful as the movies made it out to be, but she couldn’t help but wonder if it was going to hurt and how bad. She’d seen his size, and it was impressive. Surely it was going to hurt—

“Becca.”

She’d been stuck in her head for minutes.

“Becca, we don’t have to.” He looked concerned as he hovered over her, his eyes taking in every bit of panic that covered her face. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, baby. We can stop now—“

“No.” She shook her head and reached for his face. “I want to. I really want to. I just…I’m scared of it hurting. I know it’s exaggerated in the movies but…it seems a little scary to do something for the first time and not know what it’s going to feel like.”

“Well, we can work up to it. How’s that? And if it ever stops feeling good, just tell me and I’ll stop.” He earned a smile from her, her head nodding in agreement as her heart skipped in her chest.

He was such a dream.

Frankie leaned down and kissed her slowly, lips gentle against hers before picking up in hunger and speed, his free hand running up and down her outer thigh as it wrapped around his hip. Becca lowered her hands to her hips, tugging her sleep shorts and panties down her thighs until Frankie stepped in and took them off the rest of the way. He sat back on his ankles and tugged his t-shirt off while she did the same, her entire body bare and on full display in the dim light, sprawled out beneath him for the first time ever. Her chocolate brown hair laid in messy waves over her pillow, her smile wide as she watched him through the valley of her open thighs.

“Do you have any idea of how fucking…beautiful you are? I can’t…can’t fucking think straight looking at you.” He leaned down and kissed her knees, mumbling in a whisper against her skin. Becca shivered at the sensation of his beard as his lips kissed down the inside of her thighs, closer and closer to where she craved him most. “You’re such an angel, cariño…can’t believe you’re real.”

“Frankie, baby, fuck…” She breathed out and ran her fingers through his hair, bringing her eyes to watch him as he kissed her clit a few times. When his tongue swiped over her wetness, she nearly shouted his name, quickly covering her mouth with her hand to prevent it.

“Feel good, baby?” He smirked, chuckling against her before getting back to work. Becca chuckled and rolled her eyes, surprising even herself at her sensitivity to every one of his touches. “You know I’d love to hear you, but I’m pretty confident no one else in this house would feel the same. Can you stay quiet for me?”

“I’m trying,” she chuckled and frowned at him playfully, scratching his scalp lightly. Frankie chuckled back and kissed her inner thigh, pulling his mouth away after deciding it may be too much for right now. He didn’t move far, keeping his head between her thighs as he brought his index finger to her wetness, swiping up and down her slit until she was arching her back. “Please, do something…”

“Okay, remember. If it hurts—“

“I got it. Now finger me.” She cut him off, making him grin at her neediness. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he pressed inside of her, earning a sigh of relief as she clenched around him. “Okay…that’s not bad at all.”

“It’s just a finger, querida.” He kissed her thigh and curled his digit up against her spongey ceiling, watching as she arched her back and let a moan slip out. “Shhhh, gonna get us caught.”

“That felt good.” She praised in a whisper, moaning quieter when he did it again…and again, until he added another finger and kept going. It was a struggle being brought to the cliff of euphoria over and over and having to remain quiet—especially when she finally was pushed over into bliss.

Becca bit her hand as she shook for him, his fingers successfully bringing her to her second orgasm of the night. He couldn’t help but beam in pride at his ability to make her feel good, smirking like a champion when he crawled back up her body to kiss her through her bliss.

“I’m ready.” She breathed out, eyes fluttering open as she held his face, smiling and flushed. “I want you.”

“Okay, baby.” He nodded and leaned in for another peck before climbing out of bed and stripping out of his sweats. Becca bit her lip as she took him in—it was a beautiful sight, his tanned body walking across the room to his sweats, grabbing a condom and walking back. Their eyes met and both of them blushed, smiling as they watched him fumble with the wrapper. “Been a while.”

“I was gonna say…came awfully prepared.” She joked, biting her lip again when she watched him roll it on over his length.

“I went out and got these the other day, sweetheart. No need to get all jealous,” he teased, climbing onto the mattress and resting between her legs. Becca furrowed her brows as he ran the tip of his protected length across her slit, both faces turning serious as the contact. “Talk to me, okay? Let me know how you’re feeling.”

“Okay,” She nodded, reaching for his face. Frankie leaned down and allowed her to hold him as he carefully pressed in, her slick warm and tight as he slipped sank into her deeper. His brows furrowed at the pleasure, worried he might be the one to end up being too loud.

“Fuck,” he shivered as he was completely sheathed in her, his eyes moving from where they were connected to hers, studying her carefully. “You okay?”

“It feels…amazing,” she breathed out, near tears at the sensation of being completely filled by him. It was better than she could’ve ever dreamed, no doubt due to his ability to take his time in getting her ready. “Please keep going.”

“I’m not going to last long at all, baby. Feels so fucking good,” he warned as he withdrew his length, his head falling at the sensation, eyes squeezing shut as he tried to focus on not finishing then and there. “Fuck.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m just glad to be feeling you.” She assured, lifting his head and bringing his eyes back to hers. When he pressed back inside, it was over. Her hands stroking his cheeks, her pretty face watching him as he spilled inside the condom, his moans coming out soft and pretty for her.

“Fuck, I don’t know why—that was fucking embarrassing.” He chuckled and kissed her cheek, more than a little ashamed about his quick release. Becca shook her head and furrowed her brows at him, soothing his worry that he’d fucked it up.

“No, it wasn’t. It was perfect. You felt perfect. I just wanted to feel you, get the nerves out. And it was perfect. Besides, you did make me finish twice beforehand.” She chuckled and watched as Frankie smiled more authentically, pulling out of her and laying down against her side. He would handle the condom situation in a minute—for now he just needed to be near her, to feel her existing beside him. “I like you a lot, Frankie. More than I probably should.”

“Yeah, I’ve been feeling the same.” He turned to her with a soft grin. “I’m very glad we met, even if this is a little complicated and difficult to maneuver sometimes. You’ve…really made a mark on me. I can’t…imagine a world where I won’t want to know you.”

“You’re pretty good with your words, Morales.” She teased to cover up the fact that she wanted to cry from happiness, cuddling her face into his chest, the two slipping into a peaceful quiet while they savored their last few hours of being unbothered.

When the sun began to rise, he would have to get out of her warm bed and sneak back into his room—to leave her. But they tried not to think about that as they laid together, whispering every now and again about both the deepest of thoughts and the silliest of musings.

It was temporary thing for now—their bliss—but she hoped once the trip had come to an end and they were both back in Los Angeles, it would become a permanent thing. Him in her bed, talking through the night and holding each other close. In fact, as she drifted to sleep for the first time that night at 5 am, alone and cold in her bed, that’s what she thought about. The hope and whispered promise of their future.

Permanence.

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Quaritch asks Mansk for advice on parenting

(Mansk has been looking after his lil brother Ja since the last members of there family died when Ja was 14 (from my fanfic brother mine))

I don’t know if I want to add this to my Fic later on or not, but I had this idea of Mansk and Quaritch just fondly watching Spider and Ja be total dumbasses and acting like kids.

Then Quaritch has a moment where he realises he didn’t really have anything of his own until he had spider, who he Keeps trying to claim isn’t really his.

So he realises he doesn’t want to mess spider up any more than the kid already is, and he can’t use the example his father set bc that would be awful and he doesn’t really know any good father figures to follow the examples of when it comes to his boy.

But Quaritch know that Mansk has been practically raising Ja since a few years before they went to Pandora, and even though mansk isn’t Ja’s father Quaritch knows how good of a bond the two share. He decides he wants that bond with Spider so he asks Mansk for parenting advice.

Mansk is genuinely shocked by this a takes a moment to really think about what Quaritch is asking before he explains something like this:

“I don’t know what I’m doing. Every day I wake up and I’m scared I’m gonna mess him up more than he already is. That I’m going to do something horribly wrong and he’ll never forgive me.”

“I spent years thinking what Ja needed was for me to be his father…but I was so wrong. We had a father, a really good one…but he’s gone. Ja knows that. Ja didn’t need me to be his father..he needed me to be his big brother. He needed me to stay with him they way I always had. He need that stability”

“So honestly, I don’t think I can give you the answer you want because I’m not a father, because we’re not the same people, Spider and Ja are not the same people. But I can tell you this, your gonna mess up, that’s just a fact. But your gonna learn, just like how you learned to deal with the Ja. Just like how I learned to be what Ja really needed me to be..not what I thought he needed..hell not even what I wanted to be.. I had to do what he needed me to so that we could make it to where we are.”

“You want my advice? Take it at his pace. Be what he needs you to be and forget about anything else. Don’t try to be someone else because that won’t work out. You want to be his father? Look after him, make sure he’s safe and fed. If your lucky, one day he might see you as what you want to be, one day you might realise what you were supposed to be…but until then you just gotta keep trying”

So again, I’m not sure if I would add this scene because the Fic is mainly focused on Ja and Mansk, but will pobs have lots of spider.

I just had to put this here bc I liked the idea, let me know what you thought or if you want more!

As always I hope you enjoyed❤️

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Pomegranate Ink: IV

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: You and Yuta go on a mission together. It does not go as planned.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 6.6k

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: fun fact if you look up ‘oblivious’ in the dictionary the definition is just ‘pomegranate ink Y/N’

“Aren’t we lucky? With the addition of Tullia and Yuta, we have an even number of students in our class!” Gojo said, clapping his hands. You looked over at Maki, who looked back at you, sharing your exasperation.

“You know, despite the fact that you tried to teach us calculus the other day, you’re pretty bad at math,” she said dryly.

“What do you mean?” Gojo said.

“Well, sir, there were an even number of students even before Yuta and Tullia came…” you trailed off awkwardly. Gojo faced you, nose scrunched and lips parted in shock.

“Huh?” he said, tilting his head.

“Uh, because if you add two to an even number it stays even? So if only Tullia or Yuta had come, then we would’ve had an odd number, yeah, but because both of them came it stayed even,” you said. Gojo thought about this before shrugging.

“Math is unimportant to what we’re doing today, anyways. We’ll be having a practical jujutsu class! You all will be split up into pairs to exorcise curses. The question is how do I want to split you up? I mean, we have two fresh faces, not to mention Y/N’s not that experienced yet…but then again not everyone’s compatible with everyone and I don’t need someone crying…ugh! This is so hard! Can you guys just pick?” Gojo said, throwing his hands in the air. It was probably hard for him to try and please everyone, so you resolved to do something nice for him sometime soon, to acknowledge his efforts.

You had been staring steadily at Maki, willing her to be your partner, so you nearly leapt out of your skin when you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. You whipped around to see Yuta standing there, clasping his hands in front of him and offering you a shy smile.

“Do you think we can work together?” he said. You chanced a longing glance back at Maki, who had noticed your predicament and scowled, stomping over to pair up with Tullia, and then returned your gaze to Yuta, schooling your expression into a bright grin.

“Of course!” you said.

“Are you sure? I know you probably wanted to work with one of your friends,” he said.

“I mean, I won’t lie and say I didn’t,” you muttered before hastily amending the statement, “But we’re friends, right? So of course I’m alright with being with you.”

“Okay!” he said, sounding properly excited at the turn of events. You allowed your features to relax into a gentler, warmer smile — one that was genuine this time. Working with Yuta would be alright, probably.

It was not, in fact, alright.

Yuta was the worst partner you had ever had. Gojo had dispatched the two of you to an elementary school with some cheerful final words and a warning not to die, casting a barrier that awed Yuta for a solid five minutes. You were currently waiting for him to stop staring at the sky and wondering how it was that both the absentee Gojo and the unconscious Toge had been more efficient to be with than him.

“How is it night?” Yuta said in wonder.

“It’s a barrier technique, colloquially known as a veil. It’ll prevent non-sorcerers from randomly entering the area we’re scoping out as well as hiding us from them, and it’ll also reveal any curses in the area, making it so that they’re easier to get rid of,” you said patiently, “Are you ready to go? Kids have been going missing a lot recently, and we should really exorcise this thing before more get hurt.”

“Isn’t this an elementary school, though? Why would there be a curse here?” Yuta said.

“Schools and hospitals are notorious for cursed energy. Think about it — most people hate school, and hospitals are places of grief. The amount of negativity associated with such places means that it’s easy for curses to spawn. Other spots like these include cemeteries and abandoned buildings,” you said.

“Wow,” he said, sucking in a breath, “You sure do know a lot, Y/N.”

“Thank you. Do you see over by the front door? There are three curses; I doubt they’re above grade 3, so they won’t be too difficult to get rid of. Watch, this is how you exorcise,” you said, nodding at the curses ambling towards you, “Dissection.”

Pulling out three silver-sharp needles and aiming them at the precise weak spots glowing the brightest, you let out a breath of relief as the three burst apart in sync. It would’ve been embarrassing if you had messed up after telling Yuta to watch you as an example.

“How’d you do that? Those tiny needles just killed those huge curses!” Yuta said. His adoration felt nice, and you pretended to wave him off as if it were no big deal.

“Ah, it’s not as amazing as you’re making it sound,” you said.

“Really?” he said dubiously. You gave in, deciding that the cool and collected act was more Maki’s thing, anyways.

“No!” you cheered, “I was not sure that would work! This is only my second mission, you know. Technically, it’s my third, but the first was just retrieving you, so it doesn’t count.”

“Awesome!” Yuta said before scanning the area around you, as if making sure there weren’t any more curses lying in wait.

“Yeah! The reason I can exorcise such large monsters with my little needles is because these needles have cursed energy. What’s more, because my technique allows me to see the weak spots of any given being, I can make sure to hit them right where it hurts! Or kills, in this case,” you said.

“Could you see my weak spots?” Yuta said.

“Yes,” you said, “Unless you were dead. Then I couldn’t.”

“I’m not dead,” he said, “For now.”

You frowned at the depressing reminder that if he were to slip up, he would die. Crossing your arms, you marched into the school building.

“Then obviously I can see your weak spots,” you said, “Don’t ask stupid questions.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to — you did say it already, I guess — um, I wasn’t trying to — sorry! I’m really really sorry!” he said. You looked back at him; he was shivering and cowering behind you, jumping at the creak of the floorboards under your feet. You thought it was funny that he was classified as a special-grade sorcerer. He was the strongest being this side of the barrier, and yet he was acting as if you were the only thing protecting him from the tiny curses that peeked around the corner and from inside the classrooms.

It was his presence that was scaring them all off, actually. None of them wanted to be faced with the power of a special-grade, and for all they knew, his terrified act was just that — an act. You eyed him warily, trying to determine if he was serious. Deciding that he was, you sighed and reached out to pat him on the head. He flinched away in surprise before standing uncomfortably still.

“It’s alright,” you said, “I’ll show you your weak spots once we get back, if you want.”

“Okay,” he said, hugging himself as his teeth chattered. You passed a grade four curse shaped like an oversized fly, and you could almost see his skin crawl at the sight. You stifled a laugh.

“You don’t need to worry so much. That thing can’t hurt us. It’s tiny,” you said.

“What about the curse at the end of the hallway?” he said. You paused.

“What?” you said.

“It’s been following us for a bit,” he said, “I thought you knew?”

You swore under your breath. You were not used to Yuta’s cursed signature and were therefore unable to differentiate it from other, more subtle streaks of energy. This was made worse by how overwhelmingly large his reserves were — without practice, it’d be impossible to distinguish him from the others. Screwing your eyes shut, you did your best to separate him from other. Your eyes flew open when its rough shape made itself evident.

“Crap,” you said, “Yuta, we have to run!”

You did not have to tell him twice. He took off, but unfortunately, it was in the wrong direction. You grabbed his wrist before he could get too far, dragging him along behind you as you raced towards the exit of the building. You were not the best at fighting in close quarters, and if the curse attacked before you could make it outside, then you were, for lack of a better word, fucked.

“What do we do?” he said.

“Get outside! If it attacks us while we’re in here —” you were cut off by the walls caving in. You narrowly avoided the subsequent flying rubble, letting go of Yuta to cover your head in an attempt to protect it. He stayed loyally by your side, mirroring your motions perfectly. In this way, you both were able to avoid concussions, but covering your heads meant nothing when the curse just picked you up and launched you into the air anyways.

The freefall and the air rushing through your ears was exhilarating, but the adrenaline was dampened by the fact that you were plummeting into a curse’s gaping jaw. You had no way to retaliate; twisting to see Yuta, you groaned when you realized he had gone unconscious. You reached out to grab him, holding him tightly so that he did not get hurt when you eventually landed.

As you neared the dark abyss that was the curse’s mouth, you closed your eyes, burying your face in the crook of Yuta’s neck. You could not bear to see it, actually see each glistening tooth in perfect detail, so you used him as a blindfold, waiting until the surrounding air got hot and humid before retreating from the safety of ignorance.

You were about to hit the bottom of the curse’s stomach, and you had two choices. You could break your own fall, or you could absorb the shock for Yuta, who was still blissfully unconscious. It was a split-second — if you had had time to think about it, you might’ve come up with some way that left the both of you unharmed, but there was panic in your veins, clouding your thinking even as the ground got ever closer.

You whined in pain as your left ankle took the brunt of the impact, immediately giving out. You collapsed in a heap, but that was not your concern; you were too weak to carry Yuta for any length of time, so you were forced to toss him to the ground rather than gently set him down. Thankfully, he was overall unharmed.

You could not claim the same. Massaging your ankle, you winced. It was definitely at least sprained. Nothing Shoko could not heal, but it remained that Shoko was not here, so you were essentially down for the count until you got back to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. Not for the first time, you lamented your lack of a Reversed Cursed Technique.

“Hey, special grade sorcerer,” you murmured, nudging Yuta, “Wake up.”

You thought he would startle awake, but he was quite slow about it, actually. His hand twitched first, and then his leg, and finally his eyes blinked open dreamily.

“Am I dead?” he said. You cocked your head at the odd statement.

“Nope,” you said, “Very much alive.”

“Where are we, then?” he said, sitting up and looking around. You rested your chin in your hands.

“Swallowed by that curse you sensed earlier. I’m sorry, this is all my fault. If only I had realized sooner —” you said.

“It’s not your fault. I was probably the one that messed you up, anyways,” he said. You made the choice not to tell him that he had, in fact, been the one that had messed you up. It was still your failure to carry.

“It’s fine. Once the veil comes down, Gojo and the others will come get us. We just have to wait it out until then,” you said, “How humiliating. Maki will never let me live this down. That is, once she’s done yelling at me and hovering like a mother hen.”

“Excuse me?” a soft voice said, halting your spiral of shame and disappointment.

“Who was that?” you demanded.

“Over here,” a different voice said. The two boys whose disappearance had triggered the investigation stood right across from you and Yuta, trembling with fear — or was it pain? When you narrowed your eyes, you realized that cursed energy had already taken root in their skin. You gasped.

“Oh, no,” you said, “Did the curse — did it create wounds in the two of you?”

“Yeah,” the older boy said. He was probably about nine years old, and he was better off. Infected flush curled around his arms like a tattoo, but he was not in any immediate danger. It was the younger one that concerned you. Half of his face had entirely desiccated due to the negative cursed energy in his system, and if he could not see Shoko soon, he would probably die. “Are you guys here to help us?”

“Yuta, those two, if we don’t get out of here…” you trailed off when you saw both boys looking at you curiously. You wondered if they were even aware of the predicament they were in. The youngest was no older than six, so you wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t realized yet; you weren’t sure if this made your heart ache more or less.

“What is it?” he said. You motioned him closer. He obliged, bending down so you could whisper in his ear.

“They’ll die. The younger only has a few minutes left; the older, probably a couple of hours at best,” you said.

“What?” he yelped. “No way! You have to do something!”

“I can’t!” you snapped, instantly feeling bad when his face crumpled, “Listen, I…I can’t do anything. I hurt my ankle when we fell in here, and even if I hadn’t, there’s nothing I could do from here, no attack or special move I could pull off. You have to be the one, do you understand?”

“I — I can’t, either,” he said wildly, looking around at the walls of the curse’s stomach and then at the children, who had picked up on your fright as well and were beginning to get antsy.

“Don’t you get tired of other people saving you all of the time?” you said bluntly, opening your arms and allowing the younger boy, the one who was probably only five years old, to run into them. You embraced him and tried to ignore the hideous way the curse was eating his face, his entire body alive. “Why’d you even try to be a sorcerer if all you were going to do was hide behind others?”

“I just didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore,” Yuta said. “I wanted to die. The world would be better off if I was gone if I just disappeared, but Gojo told me I’d be lonely if I did that.”

“Gojo’s usually right about these things,” you said.

“I agreed. I didn’t — I don’t want to be alone. I want to be with people! I want them to want me and rely on me. I want to believe that it’s okay for me to keep living, that there’s a reason for me to be here,” he said.

“I want you,” you said, and it felt like a different sort of confession when you said it like that, so you kept going, “I’m relying on you. All three of us are, because we’ll die if you don’t do something to help us. You’ll notice that the more often you do things like exorcise curses, the more friends you’ll make. Think about it — I’ve only been on two missions besides this one, and already, I’ve met you and Tullia. Everything that you want is in your reach, but you have to be the one that extends your hand and grabs it.”

“Miss,” the younger boy said, “Are we gonna be alright?”

You hugged him tighter, gazing at Yuta when you responded, having full faith in him even though he barely had any in himself. “We will be. My friend is going to save us.”

Yuta opened his jacket; you hoped that meant he was getting ready to fight. But he did nothing special, nothing fancy, nothing special-grade worthy. He just put a ring on his finger, staring at it before nodding firmly.

“Come, Rika,” he said.

Your ears began to ring from the sheer amount of energy that exploded behind Yuta in that moment. The curse burst open as a larger entity formed inside of it, and as you began to fall again, you wished that things would go your way for once — because Rika’s rescue would mean little if you were lying dead on the concrete sidewalk.

The back of your jacket was hooked onto something: a long, slender finger. Rika had caught you, and you repaid the favor by grabbing the two boys, who were screaming shrilly, in midair. Yuta nimbly landed on his feet and instantly rolled to disperse the shock to his joints, and Rika set you down next to him before letting out a shrieking giggle and busying herself with crushing the curse that had tried to eat all of you. It was like a game for her, and you watched in amazement for a moment.

“You need to carry them to Gojo,” you said to Yuta once you had refocused. He nodded, allowing the two boys to jump onto his back and then looking at you expectantly.

“Aren’t you coming?” he said.

“My ankle’s injured,” you said. “I can’t walk at the moment. Just go! You can come back for me.”

“What if something else comes and attacks?” he said. “I’m not leaving you!”

“Those kids are about to die, and there’s no way you can carry all of us,” you said.

“Yes, I can,” he said stubbornly, reaching down and swooping you into his arms, cradling you to his chest as he took off at a sprint.

“Yuta—!” you broke off, not even knowing how to argue with him.

“You said you wanted me. You said you were relying on me,” he reminded you, and even as his pace began to flag, his face set into a fierce scowl, “I — I won’t let you down!”

By the time he reached the veil, he was barely running, but he made it to the other side of the barrier regardless. Gojo, Maki, and Tullia were waiting there, Maki looking furious, Tullia playing on her phone, and Gojo seeming impressed.

“Give her to me,” Maki said, holding her hands out expectantly. Yuta shook his head.

“Take the kids,” he said, shrugging the two off his shoulders. Maki expertly caught them, one in each hand, “They need immediate medical attention. I’ve got her.”

Maki looked like she was going to yell at him, but then she narrowed her eyes, and you caught a flash of something like respect forming in her irises. She nodded shortly.

“Fine. But don’t think that this means you can replace me as her best friend or anything!” she said, marching into the car, which took off instantly. You would have to wait until Ijichi could return; privately, you hoped that the school reimbursed him for his gas expenses.

This left you, Gojo, and Yuta to watch Rika demolish the curses surrounding the elementary school. Yuta had set you down on a bench, though he stood behind you protectively; you supposed something you had said earlier had struck a chord in him. Gojo sat next to you, feet kicked up on the fence in front of him.

“This was my first time releasing her on purpose,” Yuta said.

“Nice job,” Gojo said, “You did excellent. This is exactly what I wanted to see when I sent you on this mission! Minus the whole Y/N-getting-hurt part. Speaking of which, Y/N, are you alright?”

“My ankle is hurt, but it shouldn’t take too much to fix. If Shoko’s overwhelmed with those two kids, it’s not a big deal. It can probably wait,” you said.

“Don’t be silly,” Gojo said, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I’ll make sure she sees you as soon as possible. Worst comes to worst, we’ll call your father —”

“Please don’t,” you begged, “It’ll just be an excuse for him to convince the Kamos that I shouldn’t be a sorcerer. They’re allowing it for now because Noritoshi’s on my side, but if they think that me continuing to go to school here will end up costing them their future heir, then they won’t hesitate to pull me out — Noritoshi or not.”

It almost felt like what you had said saddened Gojo, but if that was the truth, then he did not show it. He only squeezed your shoulder.

“Then Shoko will take care of you without complaint. She likes you, you know, so it’s not like it’ll be a burden. I think you remind her a lot of herself when she was younger,” he said.

“If only I had half the talent she does with using my Reverse Cursed Technique,” you said, shaking your head, “Then there wouldn’t be any problems.”

“There are no problems,” Gojo said, “You’re not a problem. You’re one of my students and therefore my responsibility. If that means I have to buy Shoko a new car to ensure she treats you on time, then so be it. It’s none of your concern; just focus on getting well.”

Your eyelids were beginning to droop shut. “I’m tired.”

“I can tell. You both must be; Yuta, why don’t you sit?” Gojo said.

“I’m fine,” he said. He was still feeling that rush of energy that came from a first mission, but unfortunately there was nothing resembling energy left in you. You allowed your head to rest on Gojo’s shoulder, surprised that you were met with cloth against your cheek — had he turned his Infinity off for you? You were overcome with a surge of affection for him as you let his conversation with Yuta lull you to sleep. In truth, without Gojo, you would still be locked away in some mansion. You often did not understand the man, but there were a few key details you could be certain of, the foremost being that he cared for his students more than anything. The last thought you had before the world faded into pleasant darkness was that you were grateful that you were one of that select group, one of Gojo’s beloved students, as much a member of his family as you were of your own.

When you woke up, the sun was shining through the blinds of the hospital wing. Maki was sitting in the chair beside your bed, slumped forward and snoring lightly. Your ankle felt like new as you rolled it in careful circles, which meant Shoko had seen you at some point. You pushed yourself into an upright position, careful not to make too much noise. But it didn’t matter — the rustling sound made Maki jolt to her feet, fumbling for her glasses as she tried to find the invisible threat that had made the noise. When she noticed it was just you, though, she relaxed.

“Hey,” she said. “How are you feeling?”

“Like nothing ever happened,” you answered, “Though I feel like I should be in pain. If it weren’t for Yuta, then I’d be dead, or at least those kids would. Wait, they’re not dead, right?”

“They’re fine. Everyone involved is perfectly healthy,” she assured you, “They went home late last night. With that out of the way, mind telling me exactly how you ended up in a curse’s stomach?”

You quickly summed up the events for her; she hummed in agreement and cringed as appropriate. After you were done, she considered the story.

“Well, it’s true that Yuta saved your ass, but he’s also kind of the reason you were even in the situation, so I wouldn’t say you should feel too bad about it. Neither of you should; he found his resolve and you found something to work on. You’ll just have to spend a lot of time with him so that you’re not caught off guard again,” she said.

“Probably,” you agreed, “But later. I want to hear about you now — how was your mission with Tullia?”

“It was easy,” she said with a shrug, “We had to text Kaito to figure out what her technique is, though.”

“Let’s hear it, then. What’s her technique?” you said.

“She’s immune to anything poisonous, and more than that, if she ingests it, it’ll temporarily boost her cursed energy. Which means she’s now going around chugging bottles of bleach before fights,” Maki said.

“That’s…interesting,” you said, “But isn’t it gross to just drink laundry detergent or whatever?”

“She seems to like it. According to her, Tide Pods taste like cotton candy, but she might’ve just been messing with me. If that’s the case, though, she has an impressive poker face,” Maki said.

“And what of you? You didn’t get hurt, right?” you said. Maki snorted, as if the question was the most ridiculous she had ever answered.

“No way. I’d never let a stupid curse lay its hands on me, let alone actually injure me in any way that lasts,” she said.

“You’re right. I’m sorry for assuming,” you said, a smile playing at your lips. She studied it carefully.

“You smile a lot,” she said, “I can’t figure it out. What’s the reason? You smile at Gojo. You smile at Toge, Panda, and Tullia. You smile at Yuta. You even — you even smile at me. Why?”

“I didn’t know that I had to have a reason to smile,” you said. “I just do it because I’m happy. And as for why I smile at you in specific, well, being around you makes me happy!”

“Really?” she said. It was a whole different side to her, a smaller side, a quieter one, a more vulnerable one.

“Really,” you said, “You’re my friend. My best friend.”

She thought about this, face in its stern resting position. Then, slowly, her lips curved up into a smile.

“You’re my best friend, too,” she said, smile growing wider as she said it, “Being around you makes me happy. Even though I’m probably pretty terrible at showing it.”

“You don’t have to show it,” you said, “I already know.”

“Now — now don’t go getting cocky!” she said, a flustered blush rising on her cheeks as she pointed at you accusingly, “You’re only my best friend through the process of elimination!”

“I wonder what Toge and Panda would think of that,” you said.

“Toge wouldn’t care, and Panda is mad at me at the moment, so I think he’d be happy to hear it,” she said.

“Why is he mad at you?” you said.

“I told him he smells and chased him around campus with a hose,” she said. You snickered.

“Nice. He does need a bath,” you said.

“That’s what I’m saying! Maybe if you tell him, he’ll actually do it. Out of shame or something,” she said.

“I’ll tell him if you go get me breakfast,” you said. She pretended to think about it.

“Only because you drive such a hard bargain,” she said, “I’ll be back soon. Don’t cause too much trouble.”

“I don’t ever cause trouble. I think it’s just good at finding me,” you said. There was a knock on the door, and Yuta poked his head in.

“You’re awake!” he said when he noticed you talking to Maki, “Uh, did I interrupt anything?”

“Nope, just proved Y/N’s point excellently,” Maki said, brushing past him, “Don’t get too comfortable. I’m going to return with food for her soon, and I expect you to leave then.”

“She’s beginning to like you,” you observed once the door had slammed shut behind her.

“Really? She just told me to leave once she came back,” he said, settling in the chair Maki had been in earlier.

“Exactly,” you said, “If she didn’t like you, she would’ve thrown you out the window for daring to cross her path.”

Yuta stiffened. You watched with amusement as he glanced at the window, then you, and then the window again.

“Really?” he squeaked out.

“There’s an eighty percent chance she would’ve, yes,” you said. “Don’t stress about it. Like I said, she’s warming up to you.”

He conspicuously scooted the chair away from the window. “All the same, I don’t — I don’t know if I’ll walk near her when there’s any w-windows around.”

“You can relax, you know,” you said, “We’re at the school. Nothing bad will happen to you here, and if something does happen, then Gojo’s here.”

“If you say so,” he said dubiously, “Anyways, I came here to thank you. Not for telling me to relax. For yesterday. I was freaking out, but you helped me realize what was important and why I was fighting and all of that.”

“You’re welcome, though really I should be thanking you. You saved me, and you pushed yourself beyond your limits in order to ensure that nothing happened to me while I was hurt. I’ll always be grateful, and if you ever need anything in return, then just tell me. I’ll do whatever I can to repay you,” you said.

Yuta rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “It was all Rika. I just kinda stood there.”

“Tell Rika I said thank you, too. She caught me when I was falling,” you said.

“You’re the first person she’s liked since she became a curse…though that might be because you’re the first person to acknowledge her existence,” he said.

“She’s been a curse since you both were very young, right?” you said. He nodded.

“Yes,” he said, “She died in a car crash, and all of this time, I’ve thought that she’s cursed me…but I’m beginning to think that maybe it was the other way around. Maybe it’s my fault that she’s this way.”

“I won’t lie and say it’s not possible, but I’d also recommend you don’t dwell too deeply on it. Whether your fault or hers, what matters is that she is this way, and you now have the resources and power to try and help free her. You’ll drive yourself crazy trying to figure out how you could’ve done things differently if you keep thinking about the past, though,” you said.

“That’s true,” he said, but it was obvious he was still upset about the chance that he might’ve been the one to trap Rika

“Do you want me to use my cursed technique on you now? You were asking about it earlier,” you said in an effort to distract him. He perked up at the prospect.

“If it won’t tire you out too much,” he said.

“I’m not that hurt, and I already got healed, so I’ll be fine,” you said, kicking your blanket off and swinging your legs off the side of your bed. The room was cold because of the air conditioning, and goosebumps raised on your legs and arms — the thin hospital gown that Shoko must’ve changed you into did not do much to warm you. “Dissection.”

“That sounds ominous,” he said, standing and backing up a couple of steps.

“I’m not going to hurt you. That’s just the name of the technique; most sorcerers either say the name of their technique or make a hand signal when using it, as a way to focus their energy. For instance, users of the Zenin clan’s Ten Shadows technique will make shadow puppets to summon their specific shikigami,” you said, “And Toge’s family, the Inumakis, have the snake-mouth seals around their lips and on their tongues, to signify their usage of cursed speech. It can sound childish, but it’s a great method for younger sorcerers, especially. I’m still practicing, so I usually need to say it, but once I’ve gotten stronger and developed my technique more, it’s likely I won’t need to anymore.”

“You know so much,” he said, “It’s so cool.”

“I had a lot of time on my hands when I was younger and nothing else to do but read. Plus, my family is fairly important in jujutsu society, and my fiancé is the heir to one of the Big Three clans, so I know a lot about the inner workings of such things,” you said.

“I always forget you’re engaged,” he said, “Is he nice?”

“He’s very kind,” you said, “As far as future husbands could go, it could be a lot worse. I’m glad it was him and not anyone else.”

“I see,” he said.

“Moving on,” you said, not wanting to talk about Noritoshi with Yuta for some reason, “My cursed technique actually shows both natural weak spots and fabricated ones. There’s the ones everyone has, which will be white on humans and green on curses, and then there’s places of injury. If you had sprained your ankle instead of me, for instance, that would be red. I’m not sure what injuries would look like on curses; normally, they just get exorcised, and because they’re made of cursed energy, they can use Reverse Cursed Techniques to heal instantly without any strain or difficulty.”

“Do I have any red spots?” he said.

“No red spots,” you said, “You’re perfectly healthy.”

“That’s good,” he said, sounding far more relieved than he had any right to be, considering he had probably been checked over by Shoko at least briefly. The diagnosis was not news, but maybe the second opinion was comforting or something. “Where are the weak spots that everyone has?”

“There’s a few,” you said, brushing your hand against the back of his neck, “The nape of the neck is one. Does that tickle?”

“Yeah,” he said, eyes wide, throat bobbing as he swallowed hard.

“If I were to use a cursed needle on you, right here,” you said, pressing down on a spot that made his knees buckle slightly, “You’d die. If I don’t do it on that exact spot, but somewhere near it, there’s a good chance you’d pass out; a little farther and you’ll be in pain but it’ll be livable, and so on.”

“That’s really — really lovely, Y/N,” he said, “Could you stop pressing on it? I feel odd.”

“Sure thing. That’s not the only spot, anyways. Your jaw is another one,” you said, tracing his jawbone with your fingers, “A hit to the jaw can be devastating.”

“I’ll make sure not to get hit on my jaw,” he promised, frozen in place like a statue of death.

“You do that,” you said, poking him in the forehead. His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Was that another weak spot? I didn’t feel nearly as strange when you touched it,” he said.

“No, that wasn’t. I was just trying to get you to stop being so terrified,” you said.

“You’re touching my weakest spots,” he said, “Shouldn’t I be terrified?”

“I guess that’s fair. Do you want me to stop?” you said. He shook his head.

“That wasn’t all of them, right? I want to know where they all are. Then you can stop,” he said.

“There’s one more major one,” you said, placing your hand on his chest, “Would you like to guess where?”

“My heart?” he said.

“That’s right,” you said. “It’s beating pretty fast. Did you drink coffee earlier?”

“I don’t like coffee,” he said. You frowned, crouching so that you could press your ear against his heartbeat.

“Are you sure? You should probably get it checked out, then, it’s going crazy,” you said. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he was interrupted by the door swinging open and Maki walking in with a tray of food.

“What’s all of this?” she said.

“I was showing Yuta his weak spots using my cursed technique, but then I realized he’s having heart problems!” you said.

“Really?” she said skeptically.

“Yeah,” you said, “He didn’t drink coffee, and we weren’t doing anything strenuous, so there’s not really any reason for his heart rate to be as high as it is.”

Maki raised her eyebrows at Yuta, who was staring at the floor. “Is that so? Then you had best hurry to the doctor, Yuta.”

“Let me know if everything’s alright!” you said as he shuffled out of the room. Maki stopped him, whispering something in his ear that made his face go red as he all but bolted away.

“What was that all about?” you said.

“You’re stupid,” she informed you, “He doesn’t have heart problems. He was just nervous.”

“Nervous? Why would he be nervous?” you said.

“Hm. Maybe a little imagination will do the trick. Pretend you’re standing there, and all of a sudden, a super handsome guy comes up to you and —”

“Wait,” you said, cutting her off, “For the sake of the visual, is this guy Noritoshi or not?”

“No? I said super handsome,” she said. Your jaw dropped, but she ignored it.

“Anyways, say this super handsome guy, who you kind of know — for the sake of the visual, let’s call him…Nuta — starts touching you in some very sensitive spots, like the nape of your neck and your jaw and your heart. What would you do?”

“Tell him that I’m engaged and then call Noritoshi so that he knows it wasn’t voluntary,” you said promptly. She face-palmed.

“Ugh, you are just a piece of work! Fine, no visualizing, then, I’ll just tell it to you straight! Yuta was nervous because — actually, let’s go back to the visual for a second — he was you and you were the super handsome guy!”

“Oh,” you said, “Oh.”

“Do you get it now?” she said.

“Yuta’s engaged and didn’t want to be seen as a cheater!” you said. Maki stared at you for a second before throwing a pillow at your face.

“No!” she said, “He was nervous because a pretty girl touched him for the first time in his miserable life and he doesn’t know how to act about it. Nothing to do with heart problems or engagements! Don’t take it personally — like I said, this is probably the first time he’s had a positive interaction with a female he’s not related to since he was six years old.”

“Ohhh,” you said, finally understanding what Maki had been hinting at, “No, wait, there’s no way that can be true! The whole part about him thinking I’m pretty and all of that. To hear you tell it, he has a whole crush on me or something! We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything. We’re just friends, but I think you’re pretty,” she said.

“What?” you said.

“What?” she said innocently.

“Did you just call me pretty?” you said.

“Maybe,” she said. You snatched some food from the tray she had brought you, not even pausing to see what it was before shoving it in your mouth.

“I think you’re pretty, too,” you said. She looked away in a huff.

“Shut your mouth when you chew. Goodness, how are you the one that’s going to be married to a head of a Big Three clan one day?” she said.

Despite her grumpy response, you did not miss the way she smiled when she thought you couldn’t see.

#yuuta x reader #yuuta x you #yuuta x y/n #canon au #reader insert #pomegranate ink #m1ckeyb3rry writes

[wildrangers]

The Bear Dilemma // Mason Shaw

Word Count: 3K

Summary: After receiving a job offer you couldn't refuse, you join your brother Connor Dewar in St. Paul, only to meet your shared roommate, Mason Shaw, who complicates matters.

Warnings: Cursing, resolved angst (shocking), fade to black implied smut

 “Look, I know you’re anxious but don’t worry—I made sure everyone knows you prefer to go by Baby Bear” Connor smirked, taking in your nervously tapping legs in his passenger seat.

“Con, you’re the worst but I know you didn’t do that” you replied, glaring up at him.

“How?”

“Because if any of the guys call me by that nickname, you’re going to be in a jealous snit.”

“Would not” he retorted, frowning at you. “But I achieved my goal anyway.”

“What goal?” you huffed in annoyance.

“You stopped fidgeting so damn much.”

You didn’t have anything to respond with other than to lightly squeeze his shoulder in thanks. You were anxious but definitely not about his hockey pals—you couldn’t care less about them. This was your first time living outside of The Pas and you were worried about how you’d adjust to living in a city. Connor’s house, really his teammate’s who he was renting from, was closer to the suburbs but would still be much busier than you were used to.

“Jesus, you weren’t kidding about having the cavalry over” you mumbled, taking in the nearly half dozen guys waiting on the front lawn of the house Connor parked in front of.

You got out of the car and Connor quickly made introductions: Matt, Brandon, Marco, and Brock were kindly helping you out.

“Thank you guys so much, the truck should be here in…” you trailed off, pulling out your phone to check the time “10 minutes max.”

Everyone quickly brushed off your thanks, returning to talking amongst themselves as you rolled your suitcase into the house. Connor mentioned you’d have a bedroom on the second floor, so you strolled down the long hallway off the staircase, poking your head into each room you passed to get a lay of the land and find the spare room.

There were two more doors left, directly across from each other, so you decided to try the one on the right, pushing the door open only to be greeted by surprise-widened blue eyes.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn’t think anyone else was here” you exclaimed, embarrassment flooding your body as you went to close the door again.

“No, no it’s okay, you just surprised me that’s all” the boy replied, a crooked smile on his face. “I’m Mason, you must be Y/N.”

“I am, I totally spaced about you being here over the summer too. Con mentioned it but it’s been such a hectic few days” you explained. 

“No worries, seriously” he insisted, standing up to greet you at his door. “I’m guessing you’re looking for your room? You weren’t too far off.”

You followed the direction of his head tilt towards the door across the hall. “I was so close to not having done that” you joked and he chuckled.

“Here, let me grab your suitcase. I can’t help with the boxes but I can at least take that off your hands” he insisted, his hand lightly brushing yours as he took the handle from your grasp. You did your best to ignore how the faint touch made your toes curl in your sneakers—what had happened to not caring about his hockey friends?

“Thanks, I appreciate it” you replied, following him into what would be your room for at least the next few months. “Connor mentioned you were rehabbing some kind of injury?”

“Yeah, ACL” he replied, and you noted the frustration that crossed his face. “Fourth time.”

“No shit” you answered, genuinely shocked. “Same knee?”

He briefly went over his injury history and your heart broke for him—Connor had shared how one of his teammates was having a rough time with a repeat injury but you hadn’t realized it was Mason.

“I’m so sorry, Mason, that’s awful” you replied, squeezing his arm gently. You froze there realizing what you’d done. You were a very touchy person just not usually with total strangers—but something about him reminded you of home.

“Trucks here, sis!” Connor’s voice called from downstairs and you quickly removed your hand from Mason’s arm.

“Let me know if I can help with any of your lighter stuff” Mason offered, squeezing your shoulders before returning to his own room.

***

Mason was standing in the kitchen trying to figure out what to make for dinner when he heard your key turning in the front door. He poked his head out into the hallway, “How was your first day?”

Your eyes rose to meet his and you beamed, making his stomach swoop in a way he’d been slowly adjusting to over the month or so you’d been here. “Really good actually. The commute’s not bad and everyone was so nice.”

“Awesome, I’m glad to hear it” he replied, watching as you slipped your shoes off and tucked them onto the rack you’d added to the doorway. “Want to order something in to celebrate? My treat.”

“Really? That’s so sweet, thank you” you smiled making your way to him and wrapping him in a too quick embrace. “Where’s Connor?”

“He’s over at Jenna’s tonight, so it’s just us” he replied before quickly adding, “If that’s okay?”

You chuckled, bumping your shoulder into his, “Of course it’s okay, silly. Let me go change and then we can figure out where to get food.”

A few hours later, dinner had been eaten and your legs were thrown across his lap as you watched a movie. You’d insisted on something scary, which he didn’t love, but it was your night so he was braving it.

“Mase, you hate this” you pointed out and he shrugged.

“I don’t like it but you want to watch it.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d be this stressed” you laughed lightly, reaching over to rub the tension he didn’t realize he was holding from his shoulders. “Let’s find something else.”

Mason glanced at his phone, hoping to hide some of the redness he felt flooding his face. “It’s a little after 9, don’t you have to head to bed soon?”

You sighed in response shifting so you could sit up fully and tuck your feet beneath you. “Well, aren’t you observant” you teased lightly and he gave up hiding his blush.

“Not much else to do when I’m home so much” he mumbled sadly.

“Hey, your rehab is going so well” you responded, your nimble fingers moving to the back of his neck.

“I know but it’s such a slow process and if I’m not there, I’m basically just here.”

“You do stuff with the guys.”

“I guess” he sighed before jumping when he felt you pinch his ear lobe. “Ouch, what was that for?!”

“For being a mope, Mr. Shaw.”

He opened his mouth to respond but you quickly continued, “I get it, at least as much as I can. It’s a shitty injury to come back from and you’ve already had to do this a bunch of times. But you’re making progress, the guys are there if you want them, and I am too. So, keep your head up, okay?”

Mason stared at you in wonder—how did you know exactly what to say? Without allowing himself to overthink it, he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your mouth. He pulled away to make sure he hadn’t overstepped but you quickly roped your hands through his hair, pulling him back in. He tenderly cupped your face, brushing his thumbs over the soft skin of your cheekbones. Your tongue shyly brushed against his mouth just as you both heard the front door creak open, making you jump apart.

Connor rounded the corner, “Hey bear, how’d your first day go?”

“Pretty good! It was busy though; I was just about to make my way into bed to unwind. Mason was nice enough to treat for dinner since you weren’t here.”

“It was no trouble” Mason replied, desperately hoping he appeared as calm as you somehow did as you made your way to the staircase.

“Thanks man, you’re the best. Sleep well, sis!” he called after you.

***

Your heart rate slowly returned to normal as you finished your skincare routine. You’d heard Mason pad down the hall to his room and you were gathering the courage to knock on his door. Just as you raised your fist, his door swung open, causing you both to jump.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me” he breathed out as you clutched your chest.

“Fuck, sorry I was just about to knock.”

“I was going to see if you were still awake” he admitted, his cheeks reddening in that way that made your heart soar. He opened his door wider in invitation and you sat on the edge of his bed. A somewhat awkward silence fell as you debated what to say.

“I’m sorry” he offered and your head whipped up.

“For what?”

“If I made you uncomfortable—”

You quickly pulled him down onto the bed with you, cupping his face in your hands. “If I was uncomfortable, I wouldn’t be here right now.”

“I mean, I guess but I—”

You rolled your eyes before kissing him softly. You were relieved when his hands settled on your hips, gently urging you closer to him. Safely behind his closed door, you were able to deepen the kiss how you’d wanted to in the living room. Because you weren’t uncomfortable, you were thrilled that he felt how you did.  You broke apart for air and his blue eyes met your own.

“You’re right, I should definitely talk less” he joked and you giggled, briefly ducking into the crook of his neck. “What do we do about Connor?”

“I don’t think we say anything for now, right? I mean, we don’t even know what this is” you reasoned and he nodded as your eyes met again.

“But I know what I want it to be” he whispered and traced the shape of your lips with a gentle thumb.

“Oh yeah?” you replied lightly, desperately hoping your voice was steady despite your racing pulse.

“Yeah” he smiled gently, not breaking eye contact. “I want anything and everything you’ll give me, bear.”

And that was all you needed to hear to pull him to you again.   

***

The season was in full swing and Mason attended most home games to watch from the press box while staying back to focus on rehabbing when they travelled. This schedule had left Mason and you alone for nearly a week as the team was on a roadie. Mason loved these times with you—he didn’t have to worry about keeping things out of Connor’s sight. Part of him felt guilty for hiding such a big event from his friend but he wanted to respect your wishes.  

At the moment, though, Connor was the farthest thing from his mind. It was a late Friday night and you were curled into his side on the couch, buried beneath blankets and surrounded by your favorite tealight candles following an at home dinner date.

“Do we think it’s ice cream time?” you asked, making him grin—that was your way of requesting he get up and grab some.

He jokingly pulled out his phone as if to check the time and you giggled, lightly pushing his shoulder. "Yeah, it's close enough,” he answered turning your giggle into a belly laugh that made his heart burst; he couldn’t get over how making you happy brought him such joy.

He untangled himself from your blanket cocoon, leaning down to place a kiss to your forehead before padding to the kitchen. He contemplated the freezer’s contents. “Hey bear! Do you want chocolate or cookie dough?” he called, only to be met with silence.

He waited a minute before closing the freezer and making his way back to the living room with a furrowed brow. “Bear, did you—” he began but cut himself off as he saw Connor standing next to you on the couch, confusion and hurt on his face.

“What was that you were saying, sis? That you two were just casually hanging out and I was reading into things?” Connor questioned, turning his attention to your wide eyes.

“Con, just let me—”

“No, you just lied to my face!” he argued, voice rising.

“Hey man, don’t talk to her that way” Mason stepped in, hoping to calm things down but only causing the opposite as Connor’s reddened face turned to glare at him.

“And you! I thought we were friends and this whole time you’ve been sneaking behind my back!”

“Connor, we’re adults, we’re allowed to date each other” you replied, your anger rising to meet your brother’s.

“Obviously! But to lie and hide it from me? That’s intentional and a shitty thing to do.”

“We don’t owe you an explanation!” you retorted standing up to better meet Connor’s glare.

“Would both of you take a step back? This isn’t helping anything” Mason tried, only for both of you to yell, “Stay out of it!”

“Hey!” Mason called and his raised voice seemed to shock you both into temporary silence. “I’m not staying out of it, the two of you are acting like children and I’m literally dating Y/N—this conversation involves all of us.”

“I can’t even look at you guys right now” Connor responded, storming away to his room. He returned moments later with a freshly packed bag. “I’m going to Jenna’s for tonight.”

And with that, it was just Mason and you again. A long silence filled the space between you.

“Mase, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that” you offered, your hand reaching for his. He gave it a squeeze before placing a kiss to your palm.

“I know, you two were just in bickering siblings mode. But did you want chocolate or cookie dough? I think ice cream will help us figure this out.”

***

Your leg was tapping a mile a minute as you waited for Connor to get home. You’d texted him the next morning and he’d replied rather quickly. Mason was with his trainers but you wanted to talk to your brother alone first—as much as Mason was involved, you wanted to sort things out between yourselves first to preserve the guy’s friendship. It had been your call to hide this from Connor, after all.  

The door opened and a sheepish-looking Connor soon entered the living room.

“Hi” you greeted weakly and he nodded at you before sitting beside you on the couch.

The silence dragged on until Connor finally offered, “You were right.”

“I know I am, but what about?” you replied without thinking, earning a glare.

“I was jealous that he calls you bear” he said quietly and you quickly wrapped him in a hug.

“It wasn’t supposed to happen this way, I’m sorry” you said, genuinely meaning it. “I’m not sorry that we kept it to ourselves while we figured it out but I am sorry for lying, especially last night. That was shitty of me, I just panicked.”

“I’m sorry I yelled at you” he replied and a more comfortable silence settled for a moment. “Honestly, if you’re going to end up with one of my teammates, Mason is the guy I’d pick.”

“Yeah?” you smiled and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, he’s a solid dude. When did this all start?”  

As you caught him up, time moved quickly and soon enough Mason was unlocking the front door. “Mase, we’re in here!” you called and his head nervously poked around the corner.

“Hey Dew” he greeted and you stood to give them their time. Before heading up to your room, you gave Mason a quick kiss on the cheek, whispering, “It’s okay, promise.”

***

“Are you sure this isn’t a terrible idea?” Mason asked again, making you roll your eyes.

“I’m positive” you responded, wrapping your arms around his middle and burying your face in chest. “Mini golf seems like the perfect way for you two to get competitive over nothing and erase whatever awkwardness is left.”

His laugh rumbled through his chest and you grinned. “You’re right, you’re right.”

“Duh” you replied and he lightly pushed you away. “Come on, let’s head out. Con is picking Jenna up right from practice before meeting us there.”

Several hours later, the four of you were wrapping up dinner with Connor and Mason still bickering about who played a better mini golf game. You and Jenna were basically ignoring them at this point, making plans for you to join her for a home game soon. As Jenna excused herself to use the restroom, you turned your attention to the bickering boys across the table.

Both guys’ cheeks were flushed, a dead giveaway that even though their tone was light they both cared way too much about a children’s game.

“Boys, I have an idea” you interrupted. “How about whoever brings up mini golf next has to pay for the meal? Will that get you two to talk about literally anything else?”

“Hey, this was your idea” Connor pointed out and Mason quickly jumped in. “Yeah, you literally told me a few hours ago this is what you wanted to happen.”

As Connor went to add to his friend’s point, you sighed but also felt your stomach settle. You could certainly handle them ganging up on you if it meant things were back to normal.

“Right, bear?” Connor asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“I stopped listening again and I’d say sorry but I’m not” you smirked and both guys scoffed.

“Well, we decided since mini golf was your plan to begin with, tonight’s your treat” Connor explained.

Before you could argue, Mason chimed in, “Thanks, bear!” which truly sealed your fate, tonight and beyond.

A/N: Special shout to my Shawzy anon who requsted this forever ago and was patient with me ☺️ It's different than my initial idea but I hope y'all enjoy it anyway! I'm always happy to hear any feedback 🫶🏻

(Also I fully stole the bear idea from The Bear, which you should watch okay bye)

#mason shaw #mason shaw imagine #mason shaw fic #mason shaw blurb #connor dewar #nhl fic #nhl imagine #minnesota wild #mason shaw x reader #mason shaw one shot #minnesota wild fic #minnesota wild one shot

[louisisalarrie]

I see a lot of people, including larrie, who say that L has a relationship with the kid. That he loves and protects, and I feel horrible thinking that the only relationship he has with this kid is when he shows up at the show or at Christmas

I completely understand that, and Louis is so beautiful and caring and wonderful and sweet and he of course cares about and wants to protect that child. He would absolutely feels awful about all of this happening. But I truly don’t believe he visits and hangs out with this kid in his spare time.

F is now like 9 or something, so is still very young. I highly doubt they have explained the situation to him in full, but I think it leans more to them telling F that Louis is a close friend of his mum’s or something to keep that bond close. Or he’s B’s boyfriend and he’s famous and busy all the time or something and so he can refer to him as dad when in a situation to. I genuinely don’t know how they’re navigating it with him, but with how little free time Louis gets, he’s not hanging out with that kid (if he did, it would be once in a blue moon). But not often, at least not nowadays.

Perhaps when F was far younger louis was a bit more part of his life, as we did see sometimes, but forming too much of a strong connection with a kid and leading them to believe something is true ends up heading towards a very awful situation, and more hurt in the long run. And I think Louis would rather distance himself for the sake of F, than stay so invested in his life that things go deeper.

And that kid will start asking questions. And he will end up eventually getting social media. And I think they’re gonna have to end bbg before that, and explain things in a way that would be true (perhaps most of it), but would soften the blow. And Louis being further away from that would be better for him, I think.

I dunno. Trying to communicate this all to someone would be pretty bloody difficult. But the bigger the distance between them, the less it’s gonna hurt, I think. For both of them.

But also… people who hate Louis, namely harries, use the “deadbeat dad” thing super often to try and tarnish his name. And if he didn’t want to seem like a “deadbeat dad” while continuing bbg, wouldn’t it make sense for us to get a little more content of F?

I mean… thank god we don’t. Because I’m not an advocate of anyone with a public platform posting pictures everywhere of their kid. And mgmt tried to make it look so real by doing the Insta pics and stuff, but honestly… if it was just those hospital pap pics and a couple of tweets, that would’ve been enough for the general public. It’s just they tried doubling down too hard without thinking of the long term consequences because it wasn’t meant to be long term. It was meant to end in a paternity test/custody battle. It was meant to spin louis in a good light, while still keeping him closeted.

Hell, he probably has a small amount of money in a trust for putting the kid through this. It’s suuuuuch a sticky situation now. It needed to end earlier to minimise damage to F, Louis, and his career.

Louis is a beautiful and caring human, and he will do whatever it takes to minimise the pain for F when this inevitably breaks. And I think moving away from that connection has, and is, happening.

That’s why we were all so shocked about having F in AOTV. Because F was shoved back in the public eye when it wasn’t necessary at all, and reenforced a narrative that will negatively affect him in the long run far more if it is a consistent element of his life.

Louis can still see him and have him in movies or the public eye or whatever and say how much he means to him, if they end bbg like he was actually a surrogate or he finally got a paternity test or whatever. It still works. He can show pics of F to the world if they have a bond and he wants to stay in F’s life and be honest. This shit will all spin Louis positively in the public eye also. It’s so frustrating.

#anon #answered #bbg #I hope you know what I mean #idk I’m rambling again and I know it’s a contentious topic sometimes #just… yeah #Louis doesn’t have a kid #and spend spare time relaxing and working on music and with Harry #and his friends and I’m sure his sisters too

[yourbestpalpercy]

Everest stood before Mr. Grizz, genuinely shocked he could fit in the metro. His tiny, glowing, bright white eyes stared into hers. “..Tartar, I don’t think he likes me…” Everest whispered to Tartar and stepped back.

“Oh relax, I promise you he won’t hurt you. you should probably take off the coat though…now that I notice it’s definitely made of mammal fur,” Tartar said, staring at the wolf head that made up the hood. Everest didn’t even hesitate throwing off the coat. She hated it anyway, it was so itchy!! She only kept it because she knew she wouldn’t make it down the mountain without it.

Mr. Grizz’s glare seemed to settle a little. “And you’re a real human..” Mr. Grizz reached down a sharp claw and trailed it down Everest’s nose and to her neck.

Tartar quickly pulled Everest away, “Grizzy, you’re scaring her. I do give you credit though. She’s got quite the tough exterior!” Tartar gently hit Everest on the head. “Bonk!”

“Ow-...” Everest glared slightly at Tartar. “And yes, I’m a real human…” She slowly ducked behind Tartar, trying to hide herself from Mr. Grizz’s silent glare. “Aww, she’s hiding behind me! What happened to that rough and tough personality you lead with?” A deep blue tentacle with a light green end suddenly wrapped around her and shook her lightly, pulling her out from behind Tartar. It was coming from Tartar’s back. “Wh–! How-!?” Everest kicked her legs weakly before Tartar brought her close and hugged her, “I’ve always had it! It’s one of the many things I’ve learned to hide. Messing with DNA is worth a few changes, don’t you think?”

“I wonder what would happen if you touched either the sanitized ink or the fuzzy goop…” Tartar hummed, squinting at Everest. “Hmm…oh well! We’ll answer that question later!” Tartar grinned a cruel grin.

Tartar suddenly dropped Everest, patting her on the head afterwards before the tentacle tucked back away. “Anyways! I believe Everest here will be a better addition to Kamabo and Grizzco than even we know. After all, humans are incredibly smart and crafty. Key word: Crafty. I’ll have to run a few tests though to see Everest’s full capabilities…”

“CQ!” Tartar suddenly shouted rather loudly, almost making Everest jump off the platform by accident. There was no response from the sea cucumber in case you were wondering. “CQ!!” Tartar shouted again, even louder this time. Everest now covered her ears. Mr. Grizz only folded his ears down. “CQ!!!” Still no response from the sea cucumber.

Tartar groaned and unscrewed his face to pull out a strange device. Just as he pressed the main button, he froze. Everest just…sat there, a little disgusted. Everest slowly looked up at Mr. Grizz and pointed at Tartar, “Is he…?” Mr. Grizz only nodded silently.

“Skkkrkkgrrk! AW-WEEE- AW-WEEE- RREEGEGEGGEGE– Aw wee awee…!” Tartar stood there, completely still as these strange noises poured out from him. “Are we sure he’s..” “Yes, he’s perfectly fine, he’s just buffering a little. He’s a 12,000 year old AI. He has these little buffering periods very, very often. We’re- I’m planning on giving him an upgrade soon. Don’t tell him I said that though, he can’t hear me like this and I want it to remain a surprise.”

Everest approached Tartar and waved her hand near his face, “Don’t give him more things to register!” Mr. Grizz hissed rather roughly, lightly tapping Everest on the head with his claw.

“How long will it take for him to come back online?” Everest asked, now staring at Tartar’s dead eyes. “A little while, kid. Believe me, I’m used to this,” Mr. Grizz said with a bit of a chuckle in his voice.

“Now then,” He placed a sharp paw on Everest’s shoulder. “You’re going to tell me the exact mountain you and your cult stayed on. I’m wiping them out before they can harm the last mammals left over…” Mr. Grizz hissed, glaring down at Everest. “Uhm- I don’t think Tartar would appreciate that…” Everest responded. “He can handle it for a bit, but if you’re that worried, I’ll spare some of them…” Mr. Grizz made sure to stay sounding cold.

“Uhm..okay, fine, it was Mount Everest, my mother believed I would become the new chieftain, hence naming me Everest. Regardless, it’s not too high up, just when you start seeing Pallas Cats…” Everest stepped away from Mr. Grizz as Tartar finally came back online.

His device buzzed as a holographic screen appeared in front of him. There was a small, deep blue sea cucumber on some train controls. “Hey Tartar,” He pulled a lever above him, causing a loud horn to sound, “I’ve got another octarian coming your way…already preparing tests and-.”

Tartar cut him off, “Let it go, I need tests for something else. Or, more importantly…someone else!” That tentacle came back and grabbed Everest, pulling her into view of the sea cucumber.

Despite the sea cucumber’s lack of facial features, Everest could clearly see the confusion and shock appear on their face. “Is that–?”

“Yes! Yes it is! Her name’s Everest, CQ! Regardless, I need a few tests for her. Nothing ink related, humans don’t have ink. I’m not having her collect Thangs…” Everest wondered if CQ(?) could see how done she was with Tartar holding her using his tentacle.

“Well- that’s pretty much impossible. My tests are made for octarians! Not…not extinct creatures..” CQ gestured to Tartar and then Everest.

“Simple, she can use her golfclub to attack. Just set her up against…uh…oh,” In that moment, Tartar realized that all the ‘enemies’ for the tests were solely susceptible to ink.

“Ha! You’re just as unprepared!” CQ teased Tartar, a little harshly.

Slowly, Tartar looked around the screen at Mr. Grizz, “No, I don’t do ‘tests’. And I doubt the salmonids are going to let a bear anywhere near them. I’m kind of a grizzly bear, y’know, the main predator for Salmon? Maybe you can talk to Smollusk-...no, no, also impossible, maybe even more so because his “enemies” are digital.

Everest suddenly huffed and wiggled her arms free, over Tartar’s tentacle, “Or maybe I can just fight the octarians!? I’m not susceptible to ink!”

“Aw, and what do you think you’ll do to them?” Tartar said, almost in a mocking tone.

“HEAD TRAUMA! Just like I did to you earlier with my golf club!” Finally, Everest slipped through Tartar’s grasp as he let her go and hid the tentacle.

“Oh. Well, I suppose that would work. Hm, alrighty then. CQ, please start preparing the tests, over and out!” Before CQ could argue, Tartar pressed the button again and tucked away the remote.

Finally, everything was calming down a little.

Everest just sighed, rubbing her temples. “Is that everything? Are we done here…?”

Everest asked before a card was given to her.

“Almost, Everest. I nearly forgot, you’ll need these things to get around the Deep Sea Metro,” Everest took the card from Tartar and stared at its details.

“And this is…?” Everest looked at Tartar before a secondary object was handed to her, a hand held machine.

“Your CQ-80 and a CQ Card,” Tartar then added with a scoff and a sideways glance, “They’re so bad…” Everest stared at the objects silently as Tartar continued, “Guard them with your lizzife, because if you lose them, you’ll be [ERROR].”

Everest couldn’t stop herself from looking worried. That sounded…ominous…very, very ominous.

Tartar must’ve noticed her worry because he suddenly broke into loud giggles, “I’m kidding! That’s the prerecorded message for the octarians… You’ll be perfectly safe though!” Tartar gave Everest a rough pat on the head. “Now you just need to wait for CQ to arrive and hop onto Outie 5000!” Tartar tilted his head to the side, folding his hands together and smiling.

“...?”

“...?” Tartar looked a little concerned by Everest’s own concerned look, “Well- I didn’t name it! Don’t look at me!” Tartar pressed his hands to his chest before dropping them.

Mr. Grizz only rolled his eyes before taking Tartar into a base in the floor to talk to him. “I’ll assume you two are done and I’m already a little fed up. Tartar, we need to be-” Mr. Grizz’s voice cut off. He shot Everest a cold look as he slammed the lid shut.

The train slowly pulled up besides Everest, allowing her to hop on. “Uck…I have no idea why Tartar thinks this is a good idea…” CQ murmured as he came through and got Everest situated, “In fact, going to be brutally honest, I’ll be shocked if you don’t even manage to drown on the first test,” With that, CQ left to get the other people situated. And Everest? Everest felt sick to her stomach at the thought.

Glancing around, there were a few other sea creatures on the train who, for the most part, didn’t care that Everest was human.

The…jellyfish? Erm, no, the sea angels only tried to poke her from time to time.

There was a large isopod who only shrugged and said, “Well, the world is full of surprises. Humans being around still is just one of those many shocks.”

The gulper eels…made Everest nervous. She tried to avoid them as much as possible, especially when the comment, “You’re a cutie! Oh! I could just literally eat you up!” came up..multiple times.

The flashlight fish just stared with fear in their eyes.

And the blobfish (named Fredrick by my irl friend)? He literally couldn’t care less.

Everest still felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb…

“Know..exactly how…child feels…” A ghostly voice spoke, almost right behind Everest.

Everest jumped back, looking up at the roof of the train now. She nearly hit whatever it was with her golf club.

The thing above her though…it just looked like a jellyfish. Its eyes shined with tears as the lights along its body glowed softly. “Hiii….” It reached down a tendril before sniffling. “The train is…scary…” The jellyfish quivered suddenly. “Veryy very louuud…” She brought in her tendrils and whimpered softly.

Everest only tilted her head and placed her club to her side. “You’re very soft looking…” Everest mumbled before shaking her head and responding coldly, “I’m not scared of the train,” Everest glared at the blobfish to her left and then some flashlight fish and gulper eels to her right, “I’m scared of its passengers…” Everest balled her fists a little.

“hhmmmh…I’m Jelly…” Jelly reached out a shaky tendril.

“Mmh,” Everest glared at the tendril before she grabbed it and gave it a gentle shake. “I’m Everest. Named after the largest mountain in the world.”

Jelly drew her tendril back into her body, shuddering out, “Waaarm…so, so, so waaaaarm…!”

“Is…that a bad thing?” Jelly poked Everest’s head and started to feel her face. “...Yes? No? Ugh!” Everest pulled away, “Why does no one in this metro understand personal space!?”

Jelly whimpered and shuddered again, the tendril leaving, “sorrryyyy…warmth is…it’s raaare down heeerree…”

Everest just rolled her eyes, “Alright well, what stop are you getting off at?”

“Mmnmnmnmhhmmnm…” Is all that came out of Jelly’s mouth.

“Mmnmnmnmhhmmnm?” Everest struggled to copy the noise.

“Caaan’t…remmbrrr…” Jelly responded. “waaannt..to sleeeeep…nevver eber..wake up…” Jelly whispered, slowly closing her eyes.

“Oh, well, I’m getting off at…” Everest shakily used the strange device, pulling up a large map of the Metro. There had to be about a million twisting pathways, all colored various colors. It was genuinely overwhelming to look at.

“Uhhh…” Everest looked over the map with all its colors. ‘...TARTAR NEVER EXPLAINED HOW TO USE THIS STUPID DEVICE!!’ Everest tightened her grip on the machine, half tempted to smash it into the ground. “Liiine…EEEEEE???” Everest looked over at Jelly, quickly realizing she had fallen asleep.

“Oh…” Everest stared at the jelly before shaking her head and just sighing and selecting a random station. “I’ll figure it out soon…I guess…”

‘For now though, it’s time for me to fight…’

#commander tartar #oc writing #splatoon #CQ splatoon

[boston-babies]

I loved reading about them as adults! Would you ever want to write another adults drabble with them having a family dinner or something along those lines? I think it would be hilarious 😁

I do have this little Drabble written and I definitely want to write more drabbles of them as adults😂

Ryan, Brayden, Brandon, Danica and Teddy all sat around the fire pit outside while their kids were inside with you and Chris. They were all giggling while Teddys mouth hung open in shock “you really didn’t like me Nicki?” Dani rolled her eyes “don’t listen to them, when mom told us she was pregnant with you I was genuinely happy about it-“ Ryan snorted “bullshit, you panicked because you thought it was going to be a girl” Dani snapped “because you three kept teasing me about it, now shut up-“ she turned her attention back to Teddy “was I a little nervous, sure-“ Teddy laughed “because you didn’t want to share dads attention if I were a girl”

“shush, true, but shush, and it did take me a bit to get use to the idea of not being the baby anymore but once you got here, I loved you more than anything. So please don’t listen to these three jackasses when they say I didn’t like you because I do”. Brayden laughed “and now look at you, twenty one years old and a senior at Harvard Law.”

Dani laughed “Aw oh my god do you guys remember his first day of kindergarten? He was so adorable!” Ryan laughed too “with his little Captain America backpack” Teddy groaned “shut up” Brayden jumped in “no my favorite was when he had to wear his Buzz Lightyear costume every day for a year when he was in first grade” Teddy nodded as they all laughed “I hate all of you”

[kittensyoonie]

Stray Kids Reaction

Stray kids reaction to their lover being a witch!

Stray Kids X Gender Neutral Reader (no gender/pronouns mentioned at all, safe for everyone ^^)

Requested: no

Warnings: I’m an eclectic witch, so I have my own style, so I’m sorry if it doesn’t match up with yours! Crystals, candles, incense, that stuff- (not proof read, my adhd is being a bitch to me)

Bang Chan

Okay so we all know chan is the number one hype man and very open minded and caring.

So it wasn’t a shock when you told him you were a witch and he was totally chill with it, he even asked questions and did his best to learn what he needed for you.

To be honest, he loves watching you do shadow work, or just simple spells. He even likes watching you study, he’ll just sit there and watch you with loving eyes.

He’d learn the difference of candles for you, it’s your own version of flowers. You’d gift him candles all the time, and he’d always know what they’d mean.

He was ok with the fact you were protective over him spiritually, so when you’d do protection spells on him or made him take some crystals, he never minded. He knew it made you feel safer, so he’d never argue with you or stop you.

Lee Minho

Minho didn’t really care when you told him. Not in a bad way, he just didn’t really see the big deal. If that’s what you liked and identify with, okay then.

He’d listen you talk excitedly about the new tarot deck you were getting or complaining if the store didn’t have the stuff you needed. It never bothered him.

But when you came over with three collars, cages connected it with crystals inside, it made him melt.

“I wanted to protect Soonie Doongi and Dori” you claimed, which made his heart burst, not that he’d tell you.

Found the metaphysical store you took him to to be really cool, and actually started to ask to tag along.

You’d help him buy new crystals to put in the cats cages, which he really liked. Sometimes, he’d even buy some for himself.

Seo Changbin

He’s clueless, he stares at you confused trying to understand. Once you explain it though, he understands pretty fast. He even finds it cute.

He went to a metaphysical store he found online and bought you a pendant, one he knew would tell you that he loves you and protect you. (He was SO flustered giving it to you)

Also every time he sees you wearing it, he feels proud. Like genuinely—

I feel like though, doing shadow work when he’s around is going to be a pain in the ass. How dare you not pay attention to him. 😔

In awe of how much you know about the stars, he has you teach him the constellations. In fact, it was common for your dates to be picnics at night, laying on the blanket talking about the stars.

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin found out on your anniversary. Your gift to him? A hand made rosary, made with love. Literally, you made him a rosary. You even hand carved the cross.

He cried, literally he cried. It means a lot to him ok? For one, a rosary gift, for two, you made it just for him.

Sometimes he would draw or paint some of your witchcraft stuff. He drew your altar once, will use your crystals and flowers for art studies. It’s cute to be honest, and he’s happy to show you what he drew.

I think because he was introduced to it the way he was, he was honestly okay with it, and it made his heart swell time to time. He may not have believed in it, but you did. And the little things you’d do for him meant a lot, he knew you were taking care of him.

He actually would show the rosary to others, telling them you made it. He would say you’re a witch, but he’d make it clear it wasn’t a problem for him, therefore it better not be to anyone else.

Han Jisung

Basically, Jisung found out you were a witch when you insisted he’d take a bag of stones and crystals with him.

“For your anxiety, I know how scary this event is for you” you said, and he decided to take it and not argue with him.

He didn’t know if it was the bag or just a placebo affect, or you caring so much for him, but he actually felt better during the event.

He’d bombard you with questions oml, he needs to know everything. He’s very curious and wants to know everything.

Of course, you told him everything, did your best to teach him. Sometimes he’d completely forget he talked to you about something and you’d have to repeat yourself, but it’s okay, you love him.

He carry’s around the bag with him all the time now. Especially since he saw how happy it made you, it made him happy too.

Lee Felix

He was a bit confused at first, needing you to fully explain what witchcraft is. He grew up Catholic, so his idea of witchcraft is different from yours.

But once he got it, he was actually very excited. Sometimes he’d still your crystals or incense.

He’d constantly ask you what did what, but he genuinely listened and learned. He kept what you liked and didn’t like in mind.

That’s how you ended up with a crystal ball of your favorite stone, you loved it, you may have cried (they’re expensive okay-)

And of course, he’d come to you to ask which crystals he should be using or taking with him. You couldn’t tell if he liked it or was just having fun, but you happily helped.

When you gave him a turquoise cross, he happily wore it.

Kim Seungmin

He was intrigued, he’d tease you a lot for it though. But that was Seungmin, you knew not to take it to heart. And he never crossed the line.

Explaining it to him was easier than you may have thought. Because Seungmin is actually caring and could tell it meant a lot to you, and you wanted to share it.

So he’d sit and listen whenever you told him stuff or explained stuff. He took it seriously when you did, he’d take your altar seriously, your spells, because you did. If the setup was important to you, then he’d make sure to never disturb it.

If one of your favorite stones went missing or a candle broke and you were sad or upset, he’d take it seriously, because you did. As much as he teases you non stop, he also cares.

He wouldn’t really do anything himself, he doesn’t care for it personally, but he supports you.

Yang Jeongin

He was a bit sceptic at first, you had to reassure him that it wasn’t anything bad. Introducing him to it took a bit, you had to do it bit by bit.

After learning some and being introduced to it though, he was okay with it. He actually found it precious how much you like it.

He went with you to a metaphysical store to learn and understand more, and he knew accompanying you would make you happy.

He grew comfortable with it, and would sometimes spend time with you while worked, just watching you. Sometimes it helped after a stressful day.

#kpop x male reader #kpop x y/n #kpop x you #kpop x reader #stray kids x male reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x gn reader #kpop x gn reader

[inquisitorismone]

a little tiny snippet ft. hawke bringing the handers baby to the exalted council to meet varric

what it says on the tin. this is too short to post on ao3 and the longer piece gets into my complicated world state (featuring fergus cousland as the ferelden prince-consort) but i thought these first two pages were just. chef's kiss spot-on PERFECT characterization for my hawke so. have it:

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“Uncle Varric!”

Varric turned around just in time to catch the kid hurtling towards him in delight. “Hey, Junior,” he laughed. “Damn, look at you! Human kids really do grow like weeds, huh?”

Carver grinned at Varric, finally letting him go. He was newly six years old, his brown hair curling in a distinctly lopsided way that made Varric certain it had been Anders who gave him his last haircut. “I got a staff now too!” he told Varric excitedly. “Well, I had to leave it at home even though Papa said I should take it because there aren’t any Circles anymore so everyone should be able to have a new staff, but then he said I’d have to carry it myself and I’m already carrying a lot of stuff, so I couldn’t, so it’s at home.”

“Aw, that’s too bad,” said Varric, with genuine regret. “Your papa didn’t come here with you, did he?” Anders showing up to an event attended by the Divine would be downright insane, even if she was sympathetic to his cause.

But Carver shook his head. “Hawke brought me,” he said; Varric observed they still hadn’t managed to get Carver to call Hawke anything but his name. Many times when Carver was an infant Hawke and Anders had this conversation, trying to decide what he could call both of them to differentiate between the two of them; Anders landed on Papa for himself early on, eager to claim Carver as his own, but Hawke didn’t like Father and was ambivalent on other options. Eventually Carver just picked up on what Anders called him. “He said Auntie Bethy is here too,” added Carver, “I think he’s probably looking for her.”

Varric chuckled at the thought. “Well, unfortunately your aunt probably wasn’t invited to the Exalted Council. Shocked Hawke got in, actually, now that you mention it. Does he know you ran off?”

“Yeah, I think so,” said Carver innocently, and then he spun on his heel, shading his eyes with his hand and peering around the palace gardens. His face split into a grin, jumping a little bit as he pointed across the courtyard. “There he is!”

There he was indeed: speaking directly to Divine Victoria, of all people. There was a line of people behind him which Varric guessed he’d skipped entirely, and Leliana had a beneficent look on her face. Only those who knew her very well would be able to detect the hint of amusement, maybe a touch of consternation.

Hawke was clearly deep in conversation, explaining something to her animatedly with his hands. Of course Carver did not know who the Divine was: there were very few Chantry sisters left in Kirkwall, for there was nowhere left to preach. He stuck his hand in the air and jumped up and down. “HAWKE!” he shouted, waving his hand. “HAWKE!”

“Buddy,” said Varric, taking his shoulder and glancing around. “Maybe we don’t need to announce to everyone that the Champion is here.”

When he heard his son, Hawke looked up. He beamed at Carver, extricated himself from the conversation with the Divine, and sprinted over to them. “You,” he said pointedly to Carver, ruffling his curls, “need to stay with me, alright? This isn’t Hightown, you don’t know your way around.”

Carver protested, “I know Lowtown too.”

But Hawke was already grinning at Varric. “Finally,” he said. “Was wondering where I’d find the big cheese himself.”

“Oh, yeah,” Varric laughed. “Fishing in some small pools there, huh?” They embraced, and Varric added, “Good choice going directly to the Divine. Asking for a certain someone’s pardon, is that it?”

“Oh, of course not,” Hawke replied lightly, waving this off. “Me and Divine Victoria go way back. Old friends from Lothering, did you know? Well,” he amended, “maybe not friends, but she was the local Chantry girl every boy my age had his eye on.”

Except for Hawke, of course, who Varric happened to know from many late-night conversations had his eye on a blacksmith a few years too old for him. Which was perhaps a pattern, if Anders was any indication.

“Anders wanted her autograph,” Hawke added, grinning at Varric. “Ever since she disbanded the Circle he decided he’s been a devout Andrastian all along, actually.”

“Of course he is,” chuckled Varric. “How’s he doing?”

“Oh, he wanted to come.” Carver was hanging off of Hawke’s arm, on his tiptoes to survey the nobility surrounding them. “The only way I got him to stay behind was reminding him about all the poor patients at the clinic who’ll need his help.”

Varric nodded at Carver. “What’s this about a staff for the kiddo?”

Hawke grinned at Varric, then, to Carver, said, “Will you go check if there are real coins in that fountain? Or if it’s just those fake Orlesian ones? Hey,” he said, stopping Carver before he went running off. “You know what the Orlesian ones look like?”

“Yes!” said Carver, very excitedly. “Caprice coins!”

“That’s it.” He gestured to the fountain, and Carver ran off, limbs flailing. “Merrill gave it to him,” Hawke explained, to Varric. “A branch they pruned off the Vhenadahl.”

Varric’s eyebrows went up. “Did she forget about the part where that tree is sacred to the other elves in the alienage?”

“They OK’d it, apparently,” Hawke said. Behind him Varric watched as Carver knelt down on the side of the fountain, reaching into the water, wetting his entire arm up to his shoulder. “I think she meant for it as a toy, but.” He shrugged. “You should see what he can do with it. Let’s just say he’s not welcome anymore at those new classes set up by the College of Magi.”

This was a little disconcerting, but Hawke didn’t seem concerned. “You’re not worried?” he asked.

Hawke shook his head. “He’s got Anders and Merrill for teachers. They can handle it.”

There was a loud splash as Carver fell into the fountain. Hawke turned around just as Carver emerged, triumphantly holding up a coin to the sky. “It’s real coins!” he announced, very loudly.

The nobility surrounding them made various noises of disgust, but Hawke just went over and pulled his son out of the water, setting him up straight. “Well, would you look at that,” he murmured, observing the silver piece. “Must be all the dog lords who don’t know how to play a proper court game.”

In Kirkwall such slurs were common, but at the Winter Palace - surrounded by Ferelden nobility - it might not be taken so well. Sidling up next to Hawke, Varric nudged him and said, “Try for some manners, will you? I heard the Prince-Consort is here.”

Hawke made a gesture as if this were ridiculous. “I’m Fereldan, Varric, I can say that.” Then he flipped the coin over to Carver, who caught it. “You found it, so it’s yours.” Hawke winked at him. “Kirkwall rules.”

Carver fist-pumped the air in obvious delight.

#handers baby manifesto #canon #hawke

[inabarbi3world]

(These are my live reactions as I’m watching rn)

Maddie: yes because you were searching for something… what are you looking for now?

HMMMMMM IDK MADDIE WHAT COULD BUCK P O S S I B L Y BE LOOKING FOR AND “OPENING HIMSELF UP TO NEW POSSIBILITIES”

HMMMMMM I T R U L Y WONDER MHM I SURE DO

and Karen? Calling Bobby? FUCKING SLAYYYY I love that girl sm

i feel so bad for Connor- WAIT BUCK????? SPERM DONOR????? (this is a possibility Buck, you did say you wanted to do new things and new adventures but… IDK ABOUT THIS IDK HOW IT WOULD TIE INTO THE STORY WTF?) imagine he realizes that he wants to have kids with a certain… someone…? If he finds out he’s also infertile I will LITERALLY go INSANE.

LMFAOOOO “excruciatingly specific detail” sigh i love you chimney sm and Christopher with his independence- big slay

wait wtf a drunk driver… sigh. Oh hell no HE BETTER- WHAT THE FUCK HE BETTER NOT CRASH WITH CHIMEBY IN THE CAR I SWEAR TO GOD. GOOOO BUCK FUCKING GO YES I LOVE YOU SO MUCH GOOOO WHITE BOY GOOOOO

That motorcycle riding paid off damn LMFAO HE REALLY JUST… LMFAO WAIT THAT SCENE KINDA SMACKED HELP

Aw I love bobthena both melancholy and kinda happy

LMFAOOOOOO EDDIE’s DAD “I didn’t protect you enough” DAMN FUCKING RIGHT LMFAO (ok but why his dad kinda spit a bit of facts; kinda scary if he’s making sense)

oh. Wow really you caught him off guard? shocking. oop- damn that’s sad I’m sorry Connor. I- DAMN DUDE I’m so glad buck is being told this by someone SOB SOB SOB nah i think he’s gonna do it

This feels like a domestic violence scene um i don’t like this UM WHAT IN THE FUCK NAH

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girl…

Why do they keep putting Maddie through the same CALLS EVERY TIME LET THE GIRL BREATHE GODDAMN DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVE SEEING HER SHOWING HOW MUCH SHES OVERCOME BUT DAMN

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Ok.

Anyway.

Hen.

Slay. As you do always. LMFAO SAME GIRL I CANT FOLD FITTED SHEETS EITHER

YAY MORE BUCKHEN SCENES

WHY IS BUCK SO CLOSE TO THE TABLE HELP HES ADORABLE

IMFOWNDOWNXOWNXOWNXOWNDOWNSIWNDOWNXOWNDN PLEASE BUZZED HEN AND BUCK IS SOMETHING I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED PLS

yeah you better save that dog tf I genuinely- LMFAO HELP DRUNK ASFFFFFFFFF STOPPP EVEN DRUNK HEN CAN SAVE A DOG OVER THE PHONE PLS.

OH MY GOD THEYRE GONNA KEEP HOOVER ARENT THEY OH MY GOD GES SLAYYYYYYY

hen gonna be a doctor

when fathers actually talk to their children>>>>>>

Maddie is such an amazing character dude I love her sm okay fine fine this is amazing portrayal of her using her trauma to know what claribelle and her family needed, the empathy

O-

Hen.

OH? A PRACTICAL EZAMMMMMMMM?

OMG OMG BOBHENA SO CUTEEEEEEEE OH MY GOD THE DOGGGGGGGGG HOOVERRRRRR HOW FUCJING ADORABLE MY GOD THATS A SLAY AND A HALF

oh. AWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEE BUCKKKKKKK YOURE SO GOOD OH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH A GOOD FUCKING EPISODE OH MY GOD “ABSOLUTELY BE YOU SPERM DONOR” OH MY GOD YESSSSSS I LOVE YOU SM BUCK YOU ADORABLE HUMAB BEING IM SOBBING

IM SO HAPPY WITH THIS WEEK’s EP

sob.

#911 fox #911 season 6 #buddie #buddie 911 #eddie diaz #911 hen #evan buck buckely #911 Karen #chimney han

[barelynotsinking]

draft of start of fic of bly manor (jamie's death)

Jamie had grown old, haggard even, gone was her smooth skin and curling brown hair, now in the place of the young woman she had stood what Jamie would call “somebody’s gran”. Not that she had grandkids, lord knows she didn’t want any of her own, if she couldn’t have them with Dani, well, then she just wouldn’t have them at all. She did have Flora though, and Flora’s kids, and they gave her the last bit of love to keep going. Her youth had long since left her, her skin no longer stuck to her bones and hung from them in sacks, her hair had turned gray and brittle, her hands thin and veiny, she had taken on a shocking pale, it was as if you could see right through her, bones, muscles and all. She had lived through the stages from taking care of others, to others taking care of her, she often chuckled at it, born dependent and die dependent only a brief period of responsibility sandwiched between the two, and then, inevitably, death. It’s a nice place to die, she had thought, when she first laid eyes on the house, and it was, a quiet neighborhood, it had a porch and a lawn, a nice back yard and flowerbeds, exactly the kind of place were one could drift off from life, in a rocking chair at dawn, listening to the song of the morning birds. 

Of course, the sight would be well displayed from the chair’s position on the front porch, but at least the neighborhood would know for sure she was gone, she had lived there so long, the children had begun to think she would never die. They called her mother gothel, because of her blooming garden, and her remarkable sturdiness even though it appeared as if she could be knocked over by a light breeze. This was false, as marked by the concussion she administered to an unfortunate cat burglar who had crawled through her window last may, thinking it was an easy mark. It was not. but Jamie took extra care to lock her windows now. It was rumored she buried him under the garden to use him as fertilizer for her plants, which were also magical, of course, they were what gave her her extraordinary strength, or at least according to Steven Anders, but he was nine, which made his story unlikely. Her accent didn’t help, out in rural Georgia, her Northern lilt only served as proof to the young'uns that she possessed otherworldly abilities. Every so often a child would have the courage to approach her front porch, and once in a blue moon, they even had the bravery to ring the bell, and every time they asked the same thing “are you a witch?” and every time she would reply, with an earnesty more genuine then they could know “I wish”. It was only the Wingrave children who knew her for who she was, simply a batty old lady, a kind and broken soul, with an affinity for cursing, moonflowers, and the occasional chocolate chip cookie.

 It started when Flora had her first, Henry, it was as if Jamie always knew what to do, Flora didn’t know how she did it, Jamie had never had any kids of her own, but the older woman seemed to always know when it was a diaper that needed changing or a burp that needed burping, or any of the other twenty thing a baby asks for in a wail. The Wingraves were a handsome couple, the pillars of the community, Flora and Scott were both active members of the PTA and from the moment each child was born they doted on them with more love then one thought was possible, the other parents shook their head in awe  at their “wonder parenting” but really it was their mysterious and somewhat grouchy neighbor who helped carry the burden of parenthood and raise their three children. They joked Jamie was why they moved there, they moved to start a family and God knew it would be impossible without her. Of course they were a bit taken aback running into the stranger from the funeral, but as they got to know the woman better, they realized that incident was simply just the kind of thing Jamie would do.

So there, in Eston Georgia, at 9:15 in the morning, Jamie drifted off for the last. Thankfully not on the front porch, she died where she lived, in the green house, sat in her favorite chair, at her favorite table. It was Scott who found her, slumped over the moonflower she had been tending to.  He had come round to ask if she wanted to come over for dinner. He didn’t even have to tell his wife what had happened, it was as if she had read his mind as soon as he stepped through the door. Flora took care of all the arraignments, the funeral, the reception, the headstone, and she did it all with the utmost care. It made sense, they were the last family they knew she had. It was a small funeral but it seemed as if the whole town came, the number of strangers making the crowd seem large and foreboding, they came to make sure, see the last resting place of the famed mother gothel, because they thought she would never die. Only the Wingraves, standing in the front row were there to mourn Jamie, and perhaps it was better that way, a special pain for them to remember, the woman across the street who they both knew and didn’t at all. 

#haunting of bly manor #no beta we die like men #jamie and dani #fanfiction #i literally just made up the places sorry

[gone-series-orchid]

do you think any of the villains are written well? i think caine's crew was good in Gone, but after that they just got. stereotype-y. and a little two-dimensional.

that’s a good question! i’ll hesitantly say yes—though the best antagonists, captain orc and his gang on bully row, don’t stay antagonistic for long (unfortunately).

i think having orc and howard and their group stay the ostensible leaders of the fayz would be really interesting. it could lay some of the groundwork for orc’s development early on, precluding his murder of bette. it would be fascinating for michael grant to have to toe the line between keeping orc and howard as firmly antagonistic figures while still underlining their general ineffectiveness as leaders.

not to mention, keeping orc in power for a longer time would give more “oomph” to the whole bette situation—there would be more suspense leading up to it. hypothetically, at this point we’ve gotten a pretty good insight into orc and howard’s specific petty antagonism. they’re the schoolyard bullies given an unprecedented amount of power…but they don’t really know what to do with it. they’re still menaces, and dangerous because they’re so confident (howard) and stupid (orc), but at the same time they don’t know any more than any other kid does about this new world little pete has created. they’re bad kids hopped up on this new influx of authority, but they’re not evil.

so when orc does accidentally kill bette, it’s even more of a shock than it is in canon, because we’ve seen what his rule is actually like and we know what kind of person he is.

maybe bette’s death could be built up to even more. maybe orc at this point is used to punishing people with his baseball bat if they don’t do what he says (always below the chest, though). he does it to intimidate and shock kids, and it works. sam and co. are of course concerned and disgusted by his and howard’s schoolyard tyranny.

maybe orc starts drinking at first to celebrate his captaincy (his gang has confiscated all the town’s alcohol for themselves because haha, the adults aren’t around and they can do whatever they want). he drinks to heighten his enjoyment, lower his inhibitions, and numb whatever mild stressors he’s dealing with as the fayz’s captain. he probably doesn’t even connect his drinking with his dad (that’s how different the context of said drinking is!) at that point. he’s on top of the world. he’s riding high. why shouldn’t he have fun and get drunk with his friends? it’s the fayz, after all. it’s a party.

it’s only after bette’s death that he drinks to dull his suffering and guilt.

sorry, i kind of went off on a tangent. anyway!

in a similar vein, i enjoy the human crew for their very human awfulness. i think mg writes them well. i just wish they had a lasting effect on the fayz as a whole and were generally taken more seriously as threats—the gaiaphage, drake, and caine were always prioritized over the call coming from inside the house. which of course, they’re bigger threats, but there’s something a lot more compelling about rooting out the villains festering in the fayz itself. zil and the human crew are driven by bigotry and resentment that have grown because of the power dynamic of the council that the protagonists have spearheaded.

i guess i just love pathetic bullies being the big bad antagonists of the fayz. they’re more interesting because they’re so fallible and human. i just don’t find caine or drake or the gaiaphage interesting in comparison.

on the coates trio, i definitely think they were at their peak in the first book. in hindsight i’m really surprised mg didn’t refer back to their alliance in later books. that might give drake a little bit more pathos, if he half-genuinely looks back on his time with cementing kids with caine and diana through a rose-tinted lens. sure, it’s mostly the torture he enjoys, but being a weird whip-handed servant to a radioactive alien in a mineshaft sounds pretty lonely. maybe he misses being a normal sadistic kid instead of a weird monstrosity, at least to a point. once the shine has worn off. 🤷‍♀️

anyway once again! sorry this got a bit more scattershot than i meant it to be. i hope i answered your question!

please feel free to send more asks!

#gone series #michael grant #the gone series #fayz #fayzian #charles merriman #charles orc merriman #drake merwin #caine soren #diana ladris #howard bassem

[lovestuckyhatemarvel]

Oh hello, episode 4. Let’s see if you have more memorable things than the first three episodes did.

1.) It’s hard for Max to see that Billy is wrong ‘cause he’s always a kind of a jerk.

2.) I love Max telling El about comic books, especially Wonder Woman.

3.) I forgot how crazy the old woman is acting when they take her away in an ambulance.

4.) I can’t remember if Heather survives this season, but she’s gonna need a lot of therapy if she does survive and does remember it, because leaving her begging, sobbing parents in a basement to be possessed isn’t something you really get over.

5.) Real shitty of the mindflayer for making people be awake for the possession. Like c’mon.

6.) Why is Hopper not in a hospital?

7.) The boys are terrible at communication.

8.) Robin has a plan and took all the tips.

9.) I had thought that Heather’s dad looked familiar and had already forgotten until I saw him again that he’s the douchebag head of the paper.

10.) Is Mrs. Driscoll actually a paranoid schizophrenic or were they just having this man be weird?

11.) Nancy and Jonathan got fired.

12.) We gotta get El on a roller coaster.

13.) Learning about hosts for the Mind Flayer.

14.) Larry is a terrible liar. You’d think a politician would be a better liar. Actually scratch that, that makes sense.

15.) It is very hard to blackmail someone who has blackmail on you too.

16.) “Don’t give me that dead daughter sob story, because I just don’t care.” Shocked Hopper only broke his nose and not killed him.

17.) Ohhhhh. I forgot Hopper threatens to chop the man’s finger off with a cigar cutter.

18.) “Oliver Twist routine” Nancy really is classist. Also if Ted Wheeler really did make 6 figures in the 1980s, they really really were well off.

19.) Dustin is like Gumbo.

20.) I didn’t know Billy even owned a shirt. Did the Mind Flayer have to go shopping?

21.) ‘Boys only’? You’re being dumb, Mike.

22.) Having Erica be a huge fan of capitalism sucks. Bare minimum I need someone to have her eventually grow out of this immature phase and be like, “yeah, no, that was stupid. Capitalism sucks.” Because kids, capitalism sucks. It hurts everyone but the ultra rich.

23.) I forgot the mayor keeps the papers in his ugly house.

24.) I really do like to see Hopper outside of his work uniform. I also like to see JOyce putting stuff together.

25.) Aw, Nancy actually went to her mom.

26.) Like this is really a surface level reading of feminism to think ‘I am a woman and therefore damn the fallout and consequences because I am woman, hear me roar’ is the end all to be all. Like I love Nancy and Karen talking and loving each other but she did still blow up Jonathan’s spot and refer to him talking about his economic circumstances as ‘Oliver twist routine’. Like that was fucked up.

27.) I forgot how genuinely worried Max was about Billy. She really really hoped it wasn’t Billy that was the new host.

28.) Operation Child Endangerment is a great name, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, Erica.

29.) You’d think a guy like a mayor would have handcuff keys by his bed.

30.) Steve is so fucking worried up until Erica walks through those doors.

31.) The wild thing is I’ve thought Billy’s actor, Dacre, is attractive in other things, but I do not think he’s attractive at all as Billy. Like both because of the hair and the attitude. He’s just terminally unfuckable to me. And it’s one of the many reasons I hate Steve/Billy. I also hate Eddie/Billy.

32.) Billy hit the back wall hard enough to break tiles. Either that or they’re shitty tiles.

33.) Fun fact, HIPAA didn’t exist until the 90s so the only thing stopping Nancy from just being a concerned neighbor getting answers would be hospital policy and how willing to talk the front desk woman is.

34.) “If you die, I die.” “…Okay.”

35.) I forgot that the fucking elevator plummets like it’s a goddamn roller coaster ride.

36.) I had blocked out Billy sobbing in the sauna and saying ‘he made me do it’ entirely.

37.) Max is so sad and so worried about Max.

38.) if Will didn’t have Spidey senses, Max would have gotten stabbed with broken tile and sauna glass.

39.) I forgot Billy gets pinned to the wall with weights and it keeps cutting back to Mrs. Driscoll looking horrifying.

40.) I also forgot that Billy’s body is forced to choke El. Also that Mike is the one who takes a bat to possessed Billy to save her.

41.) And then Billy got thrown through a brick wall before getting up and walking off.

42.) There’s so many people in that abandoned factory.

#stranger things #stranger things rewatch #s3e4 #stranger things s3e4