#my next piece is kat related I swear

[ramshackledtrickster]

Sketchdump I probably won’t finalize ever

[arxaris]

Reincarnation AU drabble

*Related to my gladiator fic

Thanks @let-me-wander for this adorable idea and that last little bit with Kirishima that I absolutely had to include ❤️

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“Let’s go on a graduation trip, Katsuki!” Kirishima said, his stupid pretty eyes shining bright. “I wanna see other parts of the world before we start working!”

“That’s dumb,” Bakugou growled out. “We should be training, moron.”

“Pleeeeease, Kat? It’ll be fun, I swear!” He pleaded.

Bakugou, the masochist that he was, had grumbled out a reluctant agreement. And that’s how he ended up in Rome, waiting in line to tour the Colosseum with his best friend.

His best friend, who also happened to be the love of his life.

A fact that was seriously complicating the ‘fun’ Kirishima had promised him.

Well, sort of. He was still having a good time, because how could he not be? Having Kirishima all to himself, being the only one graced with the sight of his eyes lighting up and his mouth hanging ajar as they took in the beautiful ruins and sculptures and fountains of Rome, getting to share bottles of wine with him over dinner and watch his cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink as they neared the bottom.

However, along with all that came the obscene way he ate his gelato, licking it straight from his hand as it dripped in the Roman sun; the soft moans he would let out at the first bite of every delicious meal; the private budget rooms that never had a second bed; and the fact that Kirishima slept near naked, apparently determined to kill him as he fell on top of the covers in only his boxer briefs.

Yeah, Bakugou was dying, and it had nothing to do with the July heat.

He jumped at a pressure on his forearm. Kirishima, grabbing onto him unnecessarily to get his attention, as always. Add that to the list of reasons Bakugou was certainly going to die an early death.

“Come on, the line’s moving,” he said excitedly.

They made their way through security and were finally set free to explore. Kirishima flitted around excitedly, as he always did, while Bakugou made his way methodically out to the fighting area on the first floor, taking in the giant arches of the outer wall, only half of it left standing, a ghost of its original grandeur.

In addition to his jumbled feelings about his friend, Bakugou had been plagued by a sense of unease all morning, since the Colosseum came into view. The disintegration of such an amazing structure made his heart ache for reasons he couldn’t explain, the holes in the exterior stone and the crumbling bricks causing his vision to blink red in anger.

He rounded the corner and the arena came into his sights. Or, what was left of it anyway. The floor of the stage had given way, revealing the maze of the cellars beneath it and leaving only a reconstructed sliver of the sandy fighting ground in its place. Bakugou’s fists clenched at his sides.

Who let this happen? He thought in outrage. It used to be so beautiful.

Bakugou stopped in his slow stroll around the perimeter of the pit.

What?

He shook his head to clear the strange thought away and resumed his step. Lifting his camera, he snapped picture after picture to distract himself from his odd emotional response, from his very personal-feeling offense at the destruction of the amphitheatre. He hardly flinched when an arm wrapped around his shoulder.

“Isn’t this crazy?!” Kirishima said, voice bubbling with excitement and wonder. “This place feels alive, ya know? Man, I wish we could spar in the pit!” He laughed.

Maybe everyone had strong feelings towards the place, then. Important history and all.

“I’m gonna go find the entrance to the arena!” Kirishima exclaimed, pointing towards the reconstructed semicircle of stage. And then he was off again, running around the edge of the stage and away from Bakugou.

Normally, Bakugou might have followed him, but as he looked around, he felt himself more drawn to the second level. He wanted to see how the pit would’ve looked from above, what the spectators would have seen.

Bakugou meandered up the stairs to the second level, finding himself in a small museum exhibit that curved its way around the part of the outer wall that was still standing. The pieces were showcased in chronological order. He enjoyed the first part, from the Roman Empire, immensely. He must have stood in front of the bits of engraved stone, seat markers for the upper class’s reserved spots, for five full minutes, staring and taking photos.

The fractured stone that said ‘Caesa-’ sent chills down his spine. He didn’t even know which Emperor it belonged to, as the name itself had broken apart from its title long ago. Perhaps, he supposed, it was simply knowing that such an important figure had sat directly under the engraving that made him react so strongly to it.

When Bakugou reached the end of the Roman Empire era, however, and the exhibit began to focus on what had happened to the Colosseum since Ancient Rome’s fall, he found that he couldn’t continue to read. The harvesting of lead and iron for Catholic construction, later troops using the structure as fucking target practice. He was shaking with anger by the time he jerked away from the text display. He practically ran through the rest of the exhibit, heaving a sigh of relief when he burst into the interior and back into the sun.

Bakugou walked robotically along the railed path, but he felt himself relaxing quickly as he took in the view of the pit. Frankly, it was beautiful, even with the metal scaffolding and most of the floor missing. The curved walls, lined with their beautiful arches, made him feel oddly safe and protected for housing an arena where countless people were brutally murdered.

Bakugou reached a terrace that stretched out over the pit, and his breath caught in his throat. He turned into it and beelined toward the edge.

Was this where the Emperor himself would have sat, watching the games from a marble throne as his servants fanned him with palms, Bakugou wondered. Was this the spot from which he would have pardoned injured gladiators from fighting, or have them put to death, based on the whims of the crowd? Connecting with his people through the enjoyment of theatrical bloodshed?

Bakugou threw himself at the flimsy railing when he reached it, leaning over it and feeling it shake beneath him. The couple taking photos next to him shot him annoyed glances, but he couldn’t care less. His heart was beating hard in his chest, his eyes scanning the pit, frantic, searching.

Braids, he thought manically. Braids. Where are his braids?

And then Bakugou found him, a giant smile on his face as he play-fought with a pair of kids, no older than seven or eight, using plastic swords from the gift shop. Bakugou’s heart swelled in his chest, and none of it was correct because these were children and Kirishima’s braids were nowhere to be seen and he wasn’t supposed to be wearing a shirt, only his arms were ever armored, but he looked so happy that Bakugou couldn’t bring himself to care.

Gods, he loved him.

His heart ached in his chest; he wanted to tell people, but he couldn’t.

Bakugou shook his head to dispel the odd thoughts; of course he couldn’t tell people, Kirishima himself didn’t even know.

Kirishima fell to the ground in a dramatic fake death, laughing all the while, and Bakugou’s head felt like it was splitting. Anger and joy, past and present, he was seeing and feeling double, pain lancing through him like a spear at the image of Kirishima on the ground while he reveled in his happiness all the same. Bakugou clung to the railing for dear life.

Kirishima, still lying on the ground, handed the plastic swords back to the kids and said his goodbyes with a smile. Then he pushed himself back up and looked around. He seemed like he was searching for something, too.

And when his eyes landed on Bakugou’s face, it was clear as day that he’d found it. A smile stretched over his features and he raised a hand to the sky, waving openly at him.

Bakugou’s heart stopped. His breathing stopped. Time itself must have stopped. One second he was watching his friend waving cheerfully at him, the next an image of him, standing dirty and bloodstained and victorious in that same spot, raising a fist to salute him.

His smile was no longer carefree, but determined, brave, and feral.

Bakugou hurried to throw a fist up as he returned his grin with the same intensity.

And as fast as it happened, it was over, leaving Bakugou hanging over the railing with a raised arm for no apparent reason. The tourist couple scurried away from him as he lowered his hand slowly. He would feel like an absolute idiot, if only Kirishima weren’t blinking up at him, fist still in the air, looking dazed and confused.

Bakugou wasn’t exactly sure where his courage came from, but he suddenly hopped down from the railing and started running from the remains of the Emperor’s box. To find Kirishima.

To tell him.

Kirishima was his, and it was about damn time that he knew it.

He met him halfway up the stairs, and Bakugou felt as surprised as Kirishima looked as he heard himself blurt out a confession with all the confidence in the world.

However, Bakugou’s nerves barely had time to kick in before he was being met with such an adorable and uncharacteristically shy smile that his heart threatened to burst out of his chest.

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When their allotted time was up, Bakugou and Kirishima left the Colosseum hand-in-hand, both still unable to hide their happiness. They strolled down the Piazza del Colosseo, talking and walking, no real destination in mind.

“God,” Kirishima sighed. “I’m so happy we don’t have to hide our relationship anymore.”

Bakugou’s brows knit together in confusion.

“Hah? The fuck are you talking about?”

Kirishima stopped in his tracks, looking as confused as Bakugou felt. He blinked at Bakugou, and then laughter bubbled up out of his throat.

“I have no idea,” he said. “Sorry, today’s been a little weird for me.”

Bakugou squeezed his hand even as he called him a moron. He could certainly empathize with that.

[gaspbrat]

Senior Year Hues

not blues

au where IT is just a normal travelling clown.

Georgie is alive and well.

As is the prom haze.

warnings: angery jealous eds, swearing

ENJOy, I don’t know why I never posted this. Undoubtedly was part of an entire series.

wc: 3500+

Gretchen Tozier was a beloved and respected 1968 partially black Barracuda “carefully” handed down through the family. Gifted to Richie’s uncle in ‘71, pawned off on Richie’s dad following his uncle’s first DUI and the damage that came with it in January of '72.

Two matte grey mismatched panels on the driver side door and the front bumper were added, hoped to be finished by '73 so Richie’s older sister could joyride through her senior year, seven years later. Thanksgiving that same year, though, dear Uncle Andy rolled through Derry again. He borrowed the car for about twenty-six minutes before overturning it on an embankment near Neibolt. Gretchen was towed, fixed and released back to his father a few months later. His uncle spent the night in the drunk tank, receiving his second and final DUI. Andy hasn’t returned to Derry or their lives since.

To his sister’s distaste, she would not be able to take it a few hundred miles down the coast to college with her like she had hoped. His parents told her she needed to buy her own, especially with her living on campus. She does, a beat up ‘88 Mitsubishi with peeling forest green paint and a bumper that didn’t match.

Richie, upon turning 15, bought her off of his dad for fifty dollars and a pay stub in '91. She has been appreciated properly for the next three wonderful years. Only the finest of company near Ol’ Gretchie.

Eddie definitely hated the ridiculous, loud, obnoxious piece of junk. He definitely didn’t end up falling for that piece of junk just like he did with its driver. Out of the question.

He didn’t get excited when he heard the rhythmic drumming of the old engine approaching his street from a block away.

He most certainly did not love the homey fabric of the seats with endless rips in them or the faint lingering smell of the little trees Richie puts up to mask the ghost of cigarettes past. (Eddie is almost certain they aren’t Richie’s, but if they were he knew Richie would never admit it.)

Eddie did not love that car. Whatsoever. But he did find a place in his heart for all the memories made with it. With him.

So when Richie told him he had to take it to the dump, Eddie nearly lost it.

“What do you mean you’re trashing it, I thought you loved that thing?!”

“Eds, why are you getting so upset, I thought you hated it?”

“I do (not), but… it’s sad seeing you just get rid of it like that.”

“You’re gonna miss ol’ Gretchie aren’t you, spaghetti?”

Richie knew his car didn’t actually need to be trashed entirely it just needed a few major repairs that he knew he would never be able to afford. At least not soon; not for another three months until he could save enough. And if Eddie found out he’d dump his savings into that thing no question. His little hypochondriac was far too good to  him. Even if he wasn’t his yet.

Eddie always was ready to help Richie any way he could, he knew that wholeheartedly, but his stupid damn pride would not allow it.

Richie took up working overtime on the weekends just so he could get back to driving his little Eddie bear around Derry as soon as possible.

Gretchen was a staple in the Tozier’s Promposals. She accompanied his parents to their prom. He was not about to break this tradition just because of his bank account. Eddie deserved the best carriage for his first prom. He was going to have to swallow his pride and buckle in for the most agonizing waiting game of his life, so far.

“Hey, Richie,” Eddie called over to his friend, remembering an invitation he was to extend, snapping Richie from his brooding, “Bill’s having a sleepover tonight, did you want to go? He said you can pick the movie.”

Eddie’s smile was so genuine and hopeful the he almost said yes just so he could keep that smile right where it belonged always but he remembered he had to close tonight and work the mid shift tomorrow. And Bill never let him pick the movies, ever.

“Wish I could but I work tonight. Sorry, buddy.” he patted Eddie’s shoulder and gave him a weak smile.

“You’ll get along without me though, won’t you, Eds?”

“I guess… yea.”

Richie immediately wanted to take it back just to see that smile. Just to see those damn dimples.

He seemed to have gotten his wish when he noticed those big brown eyes light up.

“What about tomorrow? We could go see that movie you wanted to see?”

Again, almost horrendously, Eddie looked so hopeful to be spending time with him that Richie’s frozen heart thawed, just slightly.

“My old man wants me to help him get my sister’s junk out of the house and down to her dorm this weekend, shit, I’m really sorry Eds.”

Richie really really hoped Eddie would leave at that but of course not. He really wanted trashmouth to suffer even if he didn’t know he was suffering.

“..I could help?”

Eddie knew he just grasping at straws here but he really missed being annoyed by this dumb stupid asshole every day even though he would never tell him that.

“Eds, I’d love for you to,” the smaller boy’s eyes twinkled, “but there probably wouldn’t be enough room?”

He knew he didn’t sound convincing. Not at all. He just didn’t want to think about it anymore. He wanted to just get work done so he could get paid and then never ever ever have to see this look on Eddie’s face again.

“Oh. Yea, you-you’re probably right, um, sorry I asked. Maybe next week, I guess.” Eddie decided it was best to just give him his space at that point, turning away from him, trying to end the conversation.

“Eds, wait-”

“Stop fucking calling me Eds.”

Richie didn’t see Eddie for the rest of the weekend after he dropped him off at Bill’s that night. Partially from working almost the entire weekend, partially because Eddie had avoided him as much as he could.

Somehow Eddie managed to steer clear of anything remotely related to Richie that next Tuesday.

The taller boy caught a couple glimpses of him the previous school day but he would disappear before anything could be said between them.

Richie sauntered over to the rest of the losers at lunch to find Eddie absent like the day before.

“Hey, where’s Spaghedward?”

“We thought you would know, didn’t you guys just have chem?” Ben answered from beside Stan.

“Yea but he darted off somewhere in a hurry. I thought he’d be here.” Richie turned around hoping to spot Eddie coming from the bathroom or something.

“He seemed kind of upset when I talked to him earlier, what’s going on?” Beverly interjected after swallowing her first spoon of peach yogurt.

Stan ate in silence while the others discussed what could be wrong. He eyed Richie with what others would call just blatant disgust but hid it behind his thermos of chicken noodle soup.

“Yo, Stan, what do you think?” Richie finally asked him directly. He knew something.

“I think you should talk to him.” Ben responded before realizing he wasn’t the one with the answer Richie wanted.

“I second that. Talk to him.” Mike said around his turkey and cheddar sandwich.

Beverly and Bill simply nodded as they picked through their lunches.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.” Stan very quietly said, focusing pointedly on his sandwich.

“Why not?” Richie started to get impatient. Stan knew something he didn’t and it was clearly upsetting enough that Stan couldn’t hide his distaste. More than usual.

“He clearly just wants some space, I think you should respect that, okay?”

Stan started to raise his voice slightly and that immediately made Richie eight times more concerned knowing that Stan, of all people, was trying to keep Eddie away from him. Stan quickly picked up his tray and dumped it into the trash before heading down one of the halls.

Richie gave Beverly a kick under the table.

She initially was annoyed but softened when she saw the beat up Docs that had kicked her, nodding without a word. She kicked back twice, the second kick stronger than the first.

“Ow,”

“What, Richie?” Bill raised his head.

“Nothing just kicking myself.”

Lunch proceeded in near silence. Richie was silent for once while the others gossiped about their classes. He was debating the decision to ditch his last period to be early for work. Craig would appreciate him showing up and relieving him early, anyway.

The others returned to their classes and the day sailed by. After school most of them, save for Richie and Mike, met up by the racks to see each other off. Beverly and Ben made a plan to head to the library to cram for their English final tomorrow morning. Bill was planning on tagging along but decided to spend some time with Georgie instead.

Stan knew he didn’t want Ben to third wheel, even though it was evident Bill would be the outlier.

“Bye guys, see you Monday!” Eddie called to the other three losers as he and Stan got on their bikes to head home.

“Oh, hey can we stop by the store really quick? I need to pick up some more of the Nutty Buddies for my mom.”

“Sure.” Eddie didn’t think twice about the grocery run given Mrs. Uris had an acute craving for peanut butter after four.

He was unaware, however, that Stan had set a plan in motion.

Just so happens that the general store was directly across the street from the arcade. Eddie immediately got excited and thought to tell Stan they should go say hi to Richie. Then he remembered Richie telling him he had to help his sister today and brushed it off.

The two went inside to pick up the Nutty Buddies. Stan bought a kit-kat and a bag of chips for him to eat after dinner later.

“I don’t know how you can eat all that junk Stan, how do you sleep at night with your teeth just-,” Eddie stopped nagging momentarily as something outside of the store caught his attention. A dark green, vaguely familiar, car pulled up outside the arcade.

He saw Richie pop out and walk into the arcade with a can of Shasta cola in his hand and a snickers hanging from his mouth, leaving who Eddie assumed was his sister to drive off.

Weird. Thought she would still be in New York right about now.

“Eddie whats going on? You stopped yelling at me.”

“Shut up Stan, look!”

Eddie pointed out the window towards a car he noticed was parked every other season in the driveway.

“Wait, I thought you said he was helping his sister.” Stan inquires further, knowing far better.

“He said he was.” Eddie was immediately disappointed for a reason he wasn’t sure of yet.

Their investigation was put on hold while the clerk rang up their items. She tried starting small talk but Stan just replied curtly with, “Not interested, thank you” while waving a twenty in her general direction.

Eddie supplied a ‘thanks’ to Stan for buying the goods without once looking away from the arcade, observing a cloud of teenage girls huddled in a corner. Their ring leader was approaching the glass and Eddie started to feel dread at the pit of his stomach. He nudged Stan and then started bagging erratically.

They gathered the items and bolted out the door, trying to make sure they could see Richie through the glass without him seeing them.

“Wait, who’s that girl?” Eddie said after a long period of silence.

“Looks like Melissa Cromwell. She’s pretty hot du-.” Stan passed on the general rumor he heard relentlessly from around town. They made him sick but she was definitely well recognized by most boys.

“Shut up, Stan, who asked you?” Eddie whipped out, hoping his words stung like the sting he felt in his chest at this moment.

“You.. did-”

“What the fuck is she doing?”

“Is that a trick question?”

He scoffed but let Eddie’s rambling continue, however, because he had a feeling that Eddie cared a lot more than it already seemed he did. He hasn’t said anything to Stan like ‘Hey I’m bangin’ Richie now, deal with it’ but they’ve been spending a lot of time in each other’s company as of late.

He also knew exactly what a little jealous sap Kaspbrak was like so he didn’t intervene; didn’t mean he couldn’t feed the flame just a bit. Richie was being dismissive and kind of a dick lately, not that that’s anything new. Stan just didn’t want to see his friend tossed over a cliff over this dirt bag.

“Oh my God he’s making her laugh? Look- look at that!”

“I mean, yea? They have Lit together.” Stan announced with his all-knowing bird brain. He saw all and only repeated what he wanted to.

“Why do you care about what Richie fuckin’ Tozier does with his wa-”

Eddie turned to Stan and gave him the look.

Stan shut his mouth tight.

“He lied to me Stanley and know he’s chatting up that hot chick.”

He would never say it to Eddie’s face, (Richie’s face is another story) but Stanley didn’t truly understand what Eddie saw in that asshole. Richie was a dick about three-hundred percent of the time. A dick to Eddie three-hundred percent of the time. He was also for some reason intensely obsessed with his mom.

Stan decided it was best to just let that ship sink on its own eventually when the captain abandoned it. However, if he saw a time bomb ticking down the hull of that ship, he would hop on that lifeboat without a single word and paddle away, letting the pieces fall behind him.

But he couldn’t do that to Eddie.

Right?

The pair noticed the girls all call his name as they exited through the glass doors, cackling with their mob mentality. Stan found them repulsive but knew most guys saw the other qualities.

“Eh, Richie makes a lot of girls laugh sometimes. I guess they think he’s funny?” Stan attempted to level out some of the doubt surrounding his friend.

Much to Eddie’s dismay, Richie started to head back outside of the arcade.

He let out a panicked ‘oh fuck’ before darting off into the alley and biking through it, he didn’t care where he went he just wanted to get far from there.

Stan was struggling with the bag and his kickstand and failed to notice the quick departure of his friend.

He started off a moment later but hesitated when he saw Richie following Melissa further down the street holding a pair of sunglasses and a sharpie in his hands.

Bright neon lights blinked in the arcade window with a welcoming glow. It felt like home to Richie. Except he worked there and wasn’t allowed to play (unless it was empty because it was so slooow after eight).

He got out of his sister’s car with a quick ‘thanks, sis’ before closing the door and heading into work. He wondered what bullshit he’d have to put up with today as he munched down on his snickers.

Richie immediately noticed Melissa and her biters at Pacman not far from the counter. He knew all too well that it yielded almost no tickets at all.

“What’s up, Craig?” he called from around his almost-gone snickers.

The mid-twenties blonde looked up from his comic to acknowledge the brunette boy before him with his hand outstretched in a fist. They bumped fists before Richie set down his shasta on the glass prize display case so he could vault the counter. He landed with a huff loud enough to peak the interest of one of the vapid cheerleaders. It wasn’t hard, none of them were at all focused on collecting dots.

“Those girls came in about a half hour ago. One of them was asking about you.” Craig was telling Richie offhandedly while the younger brunette took off his leather jacket to replace it with his work shirt.

“They’re annoying please, just, like, give them your number and be done with it, totes,” Craig started to bust out laughing while he took off his work shirt and headed into the back of the store.

Richie bent down to put his keys and jacket under the register, pausing when he heard a light giggle from above him.

Fuck.

He slowly got up to face whoever was waiting on the other side of the counter.

“Heey, Richie.” Melissa was leaning on her hand with her elbow propped up on the glass of the counter.

Richie took small a step back from the register.

“Hi, Melissa.”

“I, um, wanted to exchange these tickets for something.” she reached into her back pocket and brought out a pitiful stack of tickets.

Absolutely pathetic.

“Okay.” Richie took them and put them into the ticketing counting machine next to him.

27

“You have twenty-seven.” He said back plainly.

“Ooh, jackpot.” she said slyly smiling as she bit on the end of her sunglasses.

“You can get a finger puppet, a pocket alien” He began listing the lowest tier of redemption.

“A pair of dice,”

“Or jelly bracelets.” The short list came to an end, his attention being returned to the glinting eyes across the counter. He took note of how flattering this direct light would be on anEone else. He pushed it back and awaited her decision.

“Can I get that one?” she pointed to a particularly adorable bear toy.

“Oooh, no sorry. You don’t have enough tickets. How sad.” he clicked his tongue, cocking his head to the side.

“How many more do I need?” She asked with a horrible attempt at puppy dog eyes.

“One.”

“Let me check,” she dug into her back pocket, bouncing from foot to foot.

“Ah-hah!” Melissa pulled out a single ticket, setting it on the counter and sliding it across to him.

“Lucky you.” he said so sarcastically he almost sounded believable.

Richie turned the ticket over before putting it into the machine revealing red numbers and a call me in sloppy cursive loops with,his favorite, a little winky face. He paused, collected his nerves before presenting her with a coy smile.

“I’m sorry, this ticket has been tampered with. I can’t accept this.” he slid it back, grinning.

“Fine. Then I’ll take the,” she leaned much farther than necessary over the counter to point to a tiny alien on a key chain.

“Weird ass alien thing.”

“All yours.”

“Thank you.”

She winked at him before returning to her gang of much too giddy single sheeple friends.

He couldn’t wait to tell Eddie all about this petty ordeal but then he remembered he probably wouldn’t see his best friend until tomorrow at lunch if Eddie showed. Maybe he’d sneak out tonight.

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw Melissa and company head towards the exit.

“Bye Richie.” they all called in shrill unison as they left the arcade, giggling manically to each other. Melissa dangled her alien keychain from hier pinkie as she turned away.

Fuck he hated his job.

He crossed his arms on the glass that he would need to clean anyway and rested his head on top of them. His nose bumped something on the counter causing him to jolt up.

Fuck.

Richie picked the glasses up off the counter before vaulting it again. He walked with some urgency through the glass door after Melissa.

Lucky for him she was lagging behind her friends while they undoubtedly chattered among themselves about how perfect him and Mel would be together. How great they would look together at prom, most likely.

“Melissa!”

Eddie’s bike was thrown into the dirt far from the arcade while he sat down on a rock and used his inhaler. He hasn’t biked that fast since they had to chase Bill to that stupid fucking house on neibolt. That house that he broke his arm in. The house that the clown tried to eat him and all of his friends in.

That goddamn house where Richie set his broken arm after relentlessly trying to keep his focus on that motherfucking shit clown.

He coached his breathing back down to mildly panicked just before he saw Stan biking rapidly towards him. He seemed shocked.

He immediately worried if Richie had seen his buddy Stan and stopped him.

“Hey Stan, what’cha got there, lube for you dad?”

“No it’s Eddie’s snacks, he bolted like a bitch when you came out.”

“Oh damn, well, I got Melissa’s digits and I would have wanted to tell him that his mom’s gonna have to wait unt-”

“Eddie!”

Stan shook his shoulder lightly.

“Wait, when did you get here?”

“Like a minute ago while you were lost in thought, dude.”

“Shit. Damn.”

“You okay?” his only sanity broke off at Stan’s useless question.

“No, Stanley, Im not o’ fuckin’ kay.”

Thanks for readin’! Much love

[weapon13whitefang]

So lets call this “Part II” of the “I was tagged by @im-immortal to share my WIPs” and the last list was the “these are in a file and I need to get at them” and this is the “I started posting these then stopped” list... And a little explanation of why I stopped for some.

1.] Baby, I Want You Back [Guardians of the Galaxy] - A human!Yondu and Meredith Quill fic that I know a lot of people were interested in me writing. I myself was very excited about it. So I started writing it out and had a few chapters done before I eventually just kind of died down in interest / ran out of motivation... Also I want this fic to be as authentic to the time period as possible so I have a lot of research I'm doing for thee 70s and 80s since I wasn't around at that time and only know the basic shit, ya know?

2.] The Mark [The Walking Dead] - A soulmate AU featuring Daryl and Beth and Shawn Greene and how one handles and feels about having a soul mark that’s supposed to “tie you” to someone that is supposed to be “perfect” for you... Or is it all just bullshit? That’s the discovery here. I always read these soulmate AUs where once the soulmates find each other, everything is all sweet and good. Which is fine and I love it... But I wanted to try a different route. I still know what I want for this fic just now how to go on with it...

3.] But, Oh, Those Summer Nights [The Walking Dead] - Crossover of Bethyl meets Grease... Really that’s it. I just wanted to mix Grease with Beth and Daryl. Obviously I’m taking some personal liberties with it but yeah, that’s what I wanted to do... I just kinda paused and wrote myself into a corner I’m trying to wiggle out of. Cause I know the movie/play like the back of my hand... Now to remake it and get it not stupid. Because Obviously Drayl isn’t exactly like Danny so I can’t make him completly Mr. Smooth... But I have the next chapter started just need to... Push. Ya know? 

4.] Dizzy With a Canary [The Walking Dead] - Merle/Beth 1930s gangster AU that I was inspired to do after listening to a lot of old rat pack music and from reading the Lackadaisy comics and from reading a book on the last 100 years of my city and seeing all the cool stuff from the 20s and 30s in it... Plus I just like the whole Roaring 20s/30s gangster era and the prohibition act and flapper girls and I was so inspired... But now I’m not sure how I want to go with Beth and Merle and how to lead up to their relationship without it being rushed.

5.] In The Air [The Walking Dead] - This is a Brickyl Werewolf piece that every day I swear I get a message asking when I’m gonna continue and guys I’m so sorry I’m trying I really am... I just can not get the next chapter to feel right at all and it’s bugging the fuck out of me... So I’ve been rereading a lot of werewolf literature and fanfics again so hopefully it helps... Ahhhh!

6.] Gotta Get Underground [The Walking Dead] - Labyrinth meets Bethyl with my own twist that I really wanna play on some of the myths of Oberon and humans and faes as well but that’s a lot of research I’m dealing with so forgive those that actually are into this piece...

7.] Of Angels and Crusaders [The Walking Dead/The Boondock Saints] - This MacManus/Beth piece has done a 180 for how I had planned it out so that’s literally the main reason I haven’t updated... That and my writing style has changed a bit and I needed a break from The Boondock Saints for awhile and just didn’t want to hate this piece because it’s actual;ly my baby and I want to do it justice!

8.] Through The Years [Casper] - Yes a Casper fic staring Kat growing up through the years and undigging the mystery that is Caspers past - including his relation to his Uncles and their past and mixing in a bit of a tense attraction between a ghost and human. Still one of my favorite pieces I started and really want to finish.

And there’s me dragging myself for all the actual pieces I’ve posted and that people want me to finish... I won’t tag anyone here.. I’m just gonna go hide my head in a hole in shame lol!

[ammiiexxx]

the bold type for the fandom thing? ☺️

i didn’t forget about this i swear its just way easier to answer asks on desktop and i’m always away from my computer RIP

but alright! Let’s go! :D

The Bold Type:

First character I ever fell in love with:

Probably Adena tbh. She’s not even part of the main cast, but in the first episode when the mentioned that she was a Muslim lesbian who defied her societal norms? I was sure I was going to love her. (And I do…very much)

A character I used to love, but now don’t:

I love pretty much all of them so ?????

Ship I used to love, but now don’t: 

There aren’t a lot of ships in this show tbh. And the ones that are done are done fairly well. I mean, I put up with it meaning I never really loved it, but I’m not a huge fan of the Richard and Sutton dynamic? Idk

My ultimate fav character™:

honestly, it’s a tie between adena and kat. I love the both of them sm. I kind of relate to kat a little more in terms of sexuality cause the whole questioning thing was something i did way back when lmao

Prettiest character: 

ADENA!!! Lbr whenever adena is on screen, i instantly get heart eyes. Just the LOOKS she serves are amazing. Kat comes after cause have you seen those outfits? Iconic.

My most hated character:

Honestly, I don’t think there’s a character I hate on this cast? Like most of them are very likable and compelling. Even tho like Richard and the other magazine guy that flirts with Jane can be ehhhhhhh sometimes, like they’re funny and witty at others so I don’t really hate them all that much, if at all. 

My OTP:

Kadena. There’s rly no contest wHOOPS

My NOTP:

???? (I honestly have no clue)

Favorite episode:

Honestly, I think it’s like…episode 9 or something (i rly can’t remember the number wHOOPS) BUT it’s the episode where Kat and Adena have the airport date cause wowowowowow I had chills and it was absolutely adorable I love them sm

Favorite season:

There’s only 1 rn, but the next season airs NEXT MONTH and ya girl is beyond excited !!!!!

Character everyone else in the fandom loves, but I hate:

Like I said, there’s rly not any character I HATE. So I really don’t have an answer for this one

Your ‘ur a piece of trash but ily’ fav:

The magazine guy that Jane flirts with (I really can’t remember his name oops). He’s a dick sometimes, but towards the end he’s actually kind of interesting?????  

The ‘they’re cute, and i lowkey ship them, but not too invested ship’:

Okay, but Alex and Sutton were really cute when they did interact, and the very very brief thing between them in the last episode was really interesting to see? I would’ve loved to see more of them cause I like Alex and he’s an interesting character I’d love to see more of tbh

[buurrikatsuki]

I need Viktor and Yuuri raising a little girl together, like a want to see them maybe comforting after her first heartbreak maybe then training her in ballet or skating, I don't really care I just need the fluff.

(I hope this is to your liking! I may end up writing more to it even but it’ll end up going down a crackier route after my friend and I discussed it. That’s actually the reason why JJ’s kid is called Cube. Anyway. Enjoy!

“Papa, is Daddy going to kill Cube?”

Fifteen-year-old Katya Nikiforov-Katsuki was sniffling, huddled up in Victor’s arms while Yuuri paced around, very clearly angry and red in the face. Victor stroked her long hair and smiled, though he was definitely worried.

“No my zvyozdochka.* Daddy would never do something like that. Right Daddy?”

Yuuri didn’t stop pacing, but he did look over to see the pointed look that Victor was giving him and pushed up his glasses angrily.

“I don’t know how you can be so calm about this Victor. That little shit- poop, sorry Katya-”

“Daddy I’m not five.”

“-has broken our beautiful baby’s heart. He needs to pay for this.”

“And he will. But there are other better ways to make him pay. Like choreographing the perfect program to showcase her heartbreak and make him regret everything.”

Yuuri’s eye gave a visible twitch and he finally stopped pacing.

“This is our daughter’s heart we are talking about here Victor. She doesn’t deserve this kind of pain.”

Katya stood up suddenly and marched over to Yuuri, who had the decency to look stunned.

“Daddy. Papa is right. You aren’t allowed to hurt Cube. I don’t think his father would like that very much and you know how he can get. And I’m not a little kid anymore. I’m having my senior debut this year. Does my heart hurt right now? Yes. But it will pass. So I will see you at the rink.”

With her piece said, Katya promptly marched to the door, nose still streaming, picked up her bag, and walked out (though not before wrapping a  scarf around her head at Victor’s quick request, lest she catch a cold). Both men exchanged a look, and Yuuri went to sit next to his husband.

“When did our baby become so mature? I don’t even think I had that kind of outlook on things when I was her age.” Yuuri put his head in his hands as Victor attempted to rub his back soothingly.

“Be honest Yuuri. You still don’t have that kind of outlook on life. Our zvyozdochka is just growing up. Besides, maybe this is for the best. How much did you really want to be related to JJ Leroy? JJ Junior is definitely his father’s son.”

Yuuri shuddered at the mention of the names. It wasn’t that he hated them or anything. He just hated the thought of his daughter dating the self-centred asshole that was the spitting image of his father.

“I still say ‘Cube’ should pay. She’s going to have to see him any time they’re practicing at the same time.”

“And Katya is a strong girl. I think she’ll deck him good if he tries to start anything. She gets that from you, evidently,” Victor chuckled before kissing the side of Yuuri’s head. “Now let’s catch up. I want to make sure she doesn’t start slacking off the moment she gets to the rink.”

***

“You need more speed, Katya. You won’t jump high enough if you don’t pick up your speed.”

Yuuri tended to just leave the majority of the coaching to Victor, who had more experience anyway, even if it had been to coach Yuuri himself. J³ was indeed there (after all, the Leroy’s had made this their home rink a couple years previously. JJ was adamant it wasn’t because Victor was a great influence on skaters, but everyone knew otherwise) but was keeping mostly to himself, very obviously watching out of the corner of his eye. Victor had made Yuuri promise he wouldn’t even talk to the boy and it was taking everything in his power not to run out on the ice to beat him down.

“Listen to your Papa. After all the golds he’s won and the medals he’s helped me win, he knows what he’s doing.”

“I know, I know. I just need a break I think.”

Yuuri smiled as Katya skated over breathing hard, and handed her a water bottle.

“You’re doing great. And I don’t want you to stress about us pushing you, okay? Your debut will be amazing.”

Katya smiled back and took a drink.

“I know Daddy.”

It seemed at that moment that Cube had decided to glide his way over all smiles and cheer.

“Hey Kat. Your jumps are looking good today.”

Both father and daughter froze and Yuuri flared his nostrils.

“Go away Cube. I don’t know why you think I would want to talk to you.”

“Hey, we can still be friends. I told you that.”

“You lost that privilege when you broke up with me. Over text.”

Yuuri twitched.

“Yeah but I said no hard feelings. I just don’t want to be in a relationship right now. Maybe in a couple years after I’ve won some gold so my dad can get off my back about it.”

“Oh, so the picture of you kissing on some girl last week that found its way all over my social media was you ‘not wanting to be in a relationship’?” Katya folded her arms and cocked her hip to the side while Yuuri continued to try to hold in his rage. He needed to let Katya deal with this. He could see Victor eyeing them from where he was waiting for their daughter to finish getting a drink. Cube blushed at the accusation.

“Y-you saw that? Look, it didn’t mean anything-”

“Save it Jean-Jacques. I was giving you a chance for it to be a misunderstanding, but obviously it wasn’t. So I don’t want to hear it. Go back to practicing with your dad and leave me alone.” Katya gave him a dismissive wave and took another drink of water. Cube reached out a hand and had barely grabbed her arm when she pulled back and punched him hard, square in the jaw, sending him sprawling onto the ice, before Yuuri could have even done anything. “Don’t touch me you dick.”

Yuuri stared at his daughter gape mouthed as she skated back over to the equally astonished Victor. Cube scrambled up off the ice and stumbled back over to where his father was, and promptly got yelled at. Yuuri could only pick up a little of what was said, but from what he gathered, JJ was pissed about Cube breaking up with Katya because they might have had ‘beautiful skating prodigy babies’ when they were older. Yuuri wondered to himself momentarily if JJ had somehow forgotten that Katya was not biologically his and Victor’s (obviously). Not that she was a bad skater, but still.

Katya was skating again and Victor took the opportunity to make his way over to Yuuri, still looking stunned.

“She definitely gets that from you. I think we’ll need to talk to Yurio about swearing in front of her though.”

Yuuri couldn’t help but snort in laughter, the stress of his daughter’s first heartbreak rolling off of his shoulders. She could take care of herself. He and Victor were doing something right. Both he and Victor cheered when she landed a triple lutz and she skated over excitedly to receive a hug from her dads.

Yeah, she was perfect.

(*zvyozdochka - little star)