#that being said. this man. oh my FUCKING god

[rowanwithaz]

The perfect end is near?

MHA 424 spoilers

Those new leaks were literally fucking perfect,like??? Not just for shipping (I'll get to that) but just for a conclusion of the series.

Simple ending?

(First of all,I personally wanted Hori to kinda send the kids back to school,y'know,to see how they'd be after the fact how this war really changed their mindsets,but to also give them so time to just be a class. Those kids deserve to be kids just for a little bit).

To me this just proves even more so how Hori loves and enjoys his characters,he loves the world he's built for them,I think he wants to explore this further,and all the power to him! I know we want stories that are mind blowing every step of the way,but that's just not realistic and that's not really fun.

Hori,in my opinion,has made a heartbreaking and inspiring story,but I appreciate that he can dile it back a notch. I appreciate stories that can just roll with the simplicity. I feel people have this negative connotation of simplicity,that simple is automatically bad,which isn't true in the slightest.

I am a big fan of deep and meaningful stories,but I think one of the deepest turns you can take is to simplicity. These kids have been fighting non-stop and have been experiencing tragedy after tragedy,I want to see them recover. I want to see them comfort one another.

Let's not forget Hori has given us plot twits,death,war,grief...so if MHA goes back to how it was in the beginning,by being a little more simple,then I'm in full support for that.

(Just making this argument before the dudebros start talking shit! As for Shigaraki and AFO's ending,and the war,I've already done a pretty long analysis for those two,so I kinda see no point in repeating something since my feelings on it haven't changed)

The gay ending???

ALRIGHT. Let's get to the shipping portion of this post.

(Izuku trying to reassure him is so fucking sweet,oh my fucking God, he's like, "Oh,Kacchan don't cry everything's okay :D" whilst trying not to cry himself,and Izuku being shocked to see him cry? Like,bitch,this man has cried to you like two times before this,but at the same time he's never openly sobbed I guess)

Guys,we're going to get the quirkless hand hold. GUYS,WE'RE GOING TO GET THE QUIRKLESS HAND HOLD.

And Katsuki being vulnerable with Izuku once again? Honestly this whole chapter hasn't been some dkbk/bkdk crumbs,it's been a full-course dinner.

Now let's get to the most important part...

THIS. This is so telling of the future in a sense.

Katsuki and Izuku being brought together by All Might's words once again,which Hori fucking HINTED at,

Something tells me he was super excited to do this whole scene. With All Might,once again,bringing these two together,it makes me think of Togachako,especially with Ochako at the end here.

If Ochako is the one holding her stomach at the end,then we can assume that's where Toga stabbed her and she's thinking of her,while dkbk/bkdk are having their moment. This is extremely important.

I've said Izuku is kinda like Togachako's All Might,and I stand by that. Throughout this series,Ochako has been growing to become a hero,her own hero. And,Izuku has been one of her biggest inspirations,so much so,she feel in love with him. But,as things change,and Izuku has grown away from her,she's grown away from him.

What I'm saying is: Ochako has fallen out of love with Izuku. I've said this a million times,but I cannot stress it enough. Izuku has brought Ochako and Toga together though,that's for sure.

I mean,if we really take a look at their recent romantic moments,who has Ochako been thinking of?

and the rooftop scene?

people please stop trying to make this about Izuku. This is about Ochako finally realizing what kind of hero she wants to be,and that's why she falls out of love with Izuku.

Ochako wanted to save the heroes (Izuku) but in the process she found out she wants to save the villains (Toga). This is her story of becoming a hero,and falling out of love with Izuku. Izuku brought them together,their shared feelings for him made them realize their feelings for each other. Sound familiar?

Izuku's and Katsuki's shared feelings for All Might caused their feelings for each other to bloom,then their conflicting ideals made it to where they couldn't be together. Sound familiar?

(And let's not forget they had two fights,each one of them.)

And,Katsuki said something this chapter that made me think: "Oh,Togachako vibes!"

Remember when Ochako says she wants to give Toga her blood for the rest of her life?

Or the lyrics in the mha season 2 ending theme about Izuku's feelings for Kacchan?

Dudes,these mfs just wanna be together.

Those are just some of my thoughts one the ending,dkbk/bkdk,Togachako,and all that. I'm super fucking excited for the rest of this series though!

(Let's cross our fingers for a Deku Vs Kacchan part 3 but it ends with them making out???)

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | let’s get kinky (part 2)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Scream (kinda), Hannibal (TV), Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Hannibal Lecter

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; graphic sexual content, kink content, daddy kink (NOT ddlg), blood kink, knife kink

♡notes; i’m alive (ish) !!! i think i forgot how to write but have this

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Jason Vorhees

> he’s a vanilla guy, honestly

> he’s a virgin when you meet and still believes a lot of what his mother taught him

> however, he is eager to please

> so eager to please that with some gentle coaxing, you could get him to try about anything once

> he’s a natural service top- but he’d bottom no questions asked

> in terms of dom and sub dynamics, he fits pretty snugly in the sub category

> but as I said, he’d try anything once, including completely doming you

> and even if he is submissive, the man is tall, wide, and pure muscle

> it’s not hard for him to get rough- sometimes he is without even realizing it

> but the aftercare is always top-notch, he takes care of you the whole rest of the day/night even if it’s not necessary

> funnily enough he thinks oral is pretty scandalous at first, but god he loves when you suck him off, lapping and trying to take all of him even though it’s probably impossible

Bo Sinclair

> maybe listing kinks he doesn’t have would be faster

> in all seriousness, there are quite a few he’d be gunning for when the topic comes up for the first time

> he loves being called daddy or sir, or would accept most other dom titles

> he’s super into roleplay- but he loses the plot pretty fast

> he love love loves tying you up and using you as he pleases

> if you trust him enough he’ll gag you too, and maybe leave you tied up while he goes to take care of business

> he likes spanking and biting and bruising your hips from gripping you too tightly

> and he likes kissing all of the little marks he left for days afterwards

>making sure they heal properly, he always says, though he’s quick to replace them

> if you can manage to get him to sub- big if- he’s an incredibly whiny and desperate brat. but taking him can be fun.

Billy Lenz

> he’s the switch of the century 🔥🔥🔥

> he alternates so frequently between praise and degradation that it’s jarring at times

> “oh just look at my pretty whore- you like billy’s cock? take it like the fucking slut you are—“

> and he loves loves loves being on the receiving end of both as well

> he has an oral fixation, big time. And if your fingers aren’t in his mouth, his fingers are in yours

> and, to no one’s surprise, he loves phone sex

> he’ll call you from the attic as foreplay

> and he loves watching you, peeping through the wall as you put on a show for him

> he loves edging- mostly on the receiving end

> and when he finally cums, he wants it to be all over your face or chest.

Danny Johnson

> borderline exhibitionist. maybe not even borderline.

> y’all are fucking in the car, in alleys, anywhere you can have just enough privacy

> and man oh man, is he going to take so many pictures of you

> posed on the bed or on your knees in front of him or freshly fucked and nearly in tears

> when he has you screaming, he wants to hear his name, not anything else

> he’s a hair puller, and he’s more than happy to choke you

> if you ask nicely, that is. he’ll have you beg for most things

> he calls you his kitty or puppy, or baby doll if you don’t like either of those

> if you stroke his ego and praise him, he’ll do absolutely anything you want

> he’ll even be a good boy and bottom for you if he trusts you enough - though he’s an absolute pillow prince when he does bottom

Hannibal Lecter

> debatably the “worst” of the bunch

> he’s the type to really commit to BDSM dynamics

> you WILL call him master, and he’ll probably call you “my pet”

> he likes choking, spanking, the whole nine yards that a lot of the other

> but he very much has a knife kink, and a blood kink. he likes giving little nicks and lapping the blood up, getting a proper taste of you

> of course he can live without it, but if you let him indulge you’d be greatly rewarded

> and even with his strictly dominant nature, he is a very generous master

> he loves going down on you, and he loves overstimulating you when he does

> he’ll have you whining before he gets past your thighs, seeming to always know just what to do make you squirm

[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch - LiTA (Rain/Payu) 1

Because I'm petty, I had the crowd pick which blacklisted shows I would watch for the month of Pride. I had planned to space them out more, but due to wacky weather over here (tornadoes, thunderstorms, softball-sized hail, and flash flooding), I had plenty of time to binge watch the first show, Love in the Air, which perfectly aligns with my real life theme of stormy weather, so I'm posting my random thoughts in five parts, two for each couple and the special episode.

I'm seated, I'm watching, and I'm being petty.

It starts at "2:00 AM" - Oh no. Nothing could happens at 2 in the morning, and the time just keeps going. This event isn't even going to begin until 3 AM?! Take me home, NOW! I don't care how fine these men are. I'm stopping for mini churros at Jack in the Box on the way home and going to bed. I'M OUT!

I've seen plenty of pictures of Boss in the past two years, but I still lost my breath a bit when he took off his mask because he was looking delicious in the rain.

RAIN WANTS A GIRL?!

Out of everything I saw about this show, NOBODY mentioned that Rain was trying to get a girl. I'm shook. That's a huge part of the plot I never saw mentioned. There were rumors of the actor (Noeul) being with Milk (of MilkLove), and I saw more of THAT in connection to this show than about him liking a girl within it. Where are y'alls priorities?! *looks at Tonnam and breathes deeply*

Payu's room is IN the garage? But what about the fumes? What about the noise? What about a good work/life balance?!

😬😬😬

I don't care if this boy is snuggling in his sleep, Payu is on my shit list! Instead of being like "oh, I misunderstood the signals," he pushed harder then got upset. Even if Rain secretly does want him, I need a verbalization. This is the end of the first episode, and I'm mad as hell at a bisexual on the first day of Pride. Damn.

Start of episode two and I know Rain's voiceovers are there to make me not be upset at Payu, but . . . I'm pissed at this man! He did all of that work, said it was free, but now there is "another" charge, then he shows up at this boy's school when he could've just talked to him at the shop, and feels him up in the bathroom stall. I am BIG mad!

I will admit, this is hot. Still very mad at my fellow bisexual for him saying he wasn't trying to force himself on Rain (even though he was about to mark a map on that boy's neck), but they got chemistry.

My fellow Slut for Christ, only God can judge you, but know that I am too.

All racetracks look the same so Pit Babe and Cutie Pie could have been filmed here for all I know, but I have this at 1.5 speed, unmuted, so I hear this is a legit hype rap song. WEARETHEGOOD's "Threat" with these colors?! Energy? Matched.

HE IS SPANKING HIM?!

I don't kink shame but both people should be willing participants in this endeavor. Then just to drop him on the floor like that?! That does not inspire trust! This is not Blue Boy behavior, sir! But this lecture after is. That is what I need from you. Remind him that this isn't some petty school shit but actual gangstas he is messing with. Remind him that he can't be reckless. THAT'S HOW BLUE BOYS GET KISSED!

Now it's a competition? Payu wants to fuck Rain so badly he looks stupid, yet Rain is over here saying he is going to make Payu want to fuck him, what? harder? What is this all about?!

What do you mean you didn't want to show Rain your bad side? Has all this been your good side up until this point?! Cause, dead ass, this side ain't looking that great either with you being upset you weren't sleeping with him on the first night and stalking him. So you're going to get worse?

Y'all can't sucker me in with red and blue colors. I Told Sunset About You tried that, and I'm still being petty about it. But whose house are we at now?! This is a different room than before. Payu got multiple places?! In this economy?

Prapai strolling in all happy because he had a good night . . . Sir, I'll get to your ass soon because I know how you got that happiness, and you are on the same shit list as your fellow bisexual bestie.

I am Sky and our judgement cannot be measured.

TWINS?!

All this blue between these two yet they are straight up lyin' every two seconds. The fuckery.

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!

I would've let him turn it in, but I appreciate that he looks so good while looking so sad with that warm glow.

Payu gets one positive point for leaving his arms open for Rain to come to him, but now that warm glow feels sus like maybe I should be paying more attention to Rain's yellow/orange backpack.

And now for a negative point because even though I keep seeing black x white, Payu stays morally grey by playing with this boy's emotions and hiding from him in his own shop! These after scenes are not doing Payu any favors.

Payu, do I like you? Do I hate you? Do I wanna fuck you? Do I wanna kick you in the balls? All of the above?

Guess I'll find out in the next three episodes.

[tobiasdrake]

what do you think of the most important relationship in all of dragonball? I speak, of course, of the world champion Mr. Satan and his pupil, mr. Buu

The entire Satan and Buu plotline is delightful, and it's not without reason that their bromance has become an ever-enduring part of post-Z materials.

Story-wise, this may be the best decision that the Buu arc made.

Toriyama sets this up in advance with the little boy whose blindness Majin Buu heals.

While flying around and slaughtering people for funsies, Buu finds this kid that's not afraid of him because he can't see Buu. He heals the boy's blindness so he can be properly afraid, but the kid is grateful rather than scared.

Buu finds himself enjoying that.

So Buu decides to offer his new friend a little more help, even while he's killing and blowing up everything else.

This moment demonstrates that Buu has a capacity for kindness; He just hasn't learned better. Like a child, he craves attention and validation from others but doesn't know the difference between negative attention and positive attention.

He's acting out because he wants to be noticed. Which brings us to the Earth's response.

The man who defeated Cell is here to slay Majin Buu and restore order to the world! Hail Satan!

He's fucked. He is so unbelievably fucked. Even he knows how fucked he is.

To his credit, Satan doesn't run for the hills as soon as these two guys leave. He actually did come here with the intent to confront Majin Buu and save the world.

Satan is often taken for a full-on coward because he does typically try to get out of fighting people who could end him in a flick of a finger. He's Pamput tier as a fighter and he knows these people outclass him by an unbelievable margin.

But I think it speaks very highly of him that when the world looked to him to save them from Majin Buu, he didn't try to run from it. He's not going to try and fistfight Buu, hell to the no, but he does make a good faith attempt to slay the dragon, to the best of his meager ability.

Hell, when all else fails, he even does try to fight Majin Buu directly.

It takes a lot of nerve to swing on an invincible god-killing monster who will absolutely turn you into candy and eat you the moment this conversation stops being fun for him.

This isn't cowardice. Satan's an arrogant blowhard who steals glory he doesn't deserve. As he and Buu settle into their friendship, he even makes plans to steal glory for Buu's defeat should it ever come to pass.

But he does want to save the world from Buu. He just has no idea how to do it. This is so far beyond him it's not even funny. Even after he basically moves in with Buu, he's still got victory on his mind.

He's here for the same reason he went to the Cell Games. Satan has the spirit of a hero somewhere under all that bluster, deceit, and glory hogging.

It's the arrival of Bee that changes everything.

This is the blind boy with the milk all over again. But this time Satan is here to see it, and it changes his approach to how he's engaging Majin Buu.

Once Satan sees this nicer side of Majin Buu, he finds himself armed with the greatest secret weapon he could possibly bring to this conflict. More powerful than bombs or poisoned chocolate. The one weapon that can truly defeat Buu: Empathy and understanding another person's point of view.

BOOM. It's done. Mr. Satan just saved the entire fucking planet from Majin Buu. His ultimate technique is asking Buu nicely to stop. No one's ever said this to him before. He didn't know better.

And this comes at the worst possible fucking time, oh my god. Seconds after Majin Buu agrees he won't kill or destroy anymore, snipers shoot his puppy.

This wouldn't be a big deal ordinarily. Buu would just erase these two assholes. But he just promised he wouldn't kill and destroy anymore. He wants to keep his promise. So all he can do is stand there and fume.

Buu has no idea what to do in this situation if he's not allowed to kill these two shitheads. Satan has not thought to convey the correct nuance for how he can behave in this context. So he's trying so hard to keep his promise in a situation where he should rightly be allowed to defend himself and his friends.

Satan's able to defuse the situation by beating the shit out of these clowns himself, and they save Bee's life with Buu's healing. But when Shooty McDickface shoots Satan in the back, Buu fucking erupts.

The contradiction between his promise not to hurt humans anymore and his furious need to waste these bastards is too much for him, allowing the darker aspects of the true Majin Buu an opening to seize control over Daikaioshin's innocence, which had up to this point resulted in this childish demeanor of his and made this friendship possible.

It's noteworthy that the first thing Evil Buu does is resolve the contradiction.

He does not care what he promised Satan. He's going to kill. And then he's going to resume killing. It was a mistake to have ever stopped.

The other really noteworthy thing, after he becomes Super Buu, is his behavior during his Human Extinction Attack.

God, what a horrifying image. This is the darkest fucking moment in Dragon Ball history. This is somehow worse than blowing up the planet. It's so horrific. Buu is really living up to his function as a god-killing horror whose very existence is a slight against the heavens.

Super Buu uses God's Temple in Heaven as a vantage point from which to fire billions of homing shots down into the Earth precisely targeted to kill every last human being remaining in the world. In a matter of minutes, he purges all human life from this world.

All human life except Tenshinhan and Chiaotzu, who were able to evade the shots aimed at them. Look, if you're going to shoot billions of ki blasts at once, there's a limit to how powerful they can be.

And Mr. Satan, who Buu skipped. Even with his innocence restrained and chained inside of him, Buu still can't escape his feelings for the one man in all the world he can call a friend. Even in this moment as he purges life from this world, Buu simply couldn't bring himself to do it. Not this one.

Even at his darkest, Buu's love for his friend will remain so long as any scrap of influence from Daikaioshin, so long as the thing that makes him sapient to begin with, still lives inside of him. A problem that only Pure Buu would ever manage to solve.

"The surge of emotion that shot through me when I saved your life taught me a valuable lesson: Where Caroline lives in my brain. Goodbye, Caroline." ~Majin Buu apparently

Such a weird resolution to their developing friendship, but Majin Buu is a magical creature unbound from any physics whatsoever so it works.

And then, for good measure, Satan legit saved the Earth from Majin Buu for real by convincing the totality of the resurrected Earthlings to contribute as much genki as they could muster to Goku's Genki-Dama, because there are genuine advantages to being a publicity hound.

Mr. Satan's greatest martial art is PR. He may be a glory-stealing publicity shill sitting pretty off the achievements of others, but goddamn is he good at getting his face out there and being a household name.

People underestimate the value of PR. He might just be a figurehead, but he's a damn good figurehead.

And he got to keep his new bestie too.

This is so unexpectedly sweet. Satan's relationship with Buu was the highlight of this arc. It gave a lot of depth and personality to both characters, turning Satan from a funny joke at the Cell Games to a powerhouse MVP of a protagonist.

It's just. Y'know. Shame about his daughter who basically drops off the face of the plot never to be cared about again. Videl's basically a cameo now, existing mainly to be the mechanism by which Gohan has a daughter.

So. Y'know. That sucks. But I've already talked about Videl and how screwed she was by the narrative.

Looking at post-Z materials, however, you can feel how much of an "Endgame, we don't have to go anywhere with this" sort of thing Satan and Buu's friendship is. GT basically wrote Mr. Buu out of the plot by having him fuse with Uub, while DBS goes out of its way to not let him participate in anything. The one arc he's featured in replaces him with Daikaioshin directly.

I don't think anyone really knows what to do with Mr. Buu now that he's one of the gang. Instead of writing plots and thinking about, "What can Buu do to contribute to this?" the vibe is always "Oh fuck me, what are we going to do about Buu?"

But even when the writers are struggling to find something for him to do, his ironclad friendship with Satan never wavers.

[bro-atz]

daffodil [flower garden — hongjoong]

inspired by an old one shot i wrote years ago

in which: you can't help but have a crush on your child's teacher, mr. kim hongjoong.

pair: teacher!hongjoong/mom!fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

content: fluff, reader's child is gender neutral, star-gazing, crushes, pining, there's not much to say other than general fluff

rating: PG/PG-13 | safe for work!

author's note: @pocketjoong @nebulousbrainsoup as promised!

flower garden masterlist

You had a crush on your kid’s teacher. Honestly, you personally were mortified that you did because if your parent did that to you when you were a kid, you’d be so embarrassed, but here you were, a single mom, crushing on your kid’s homeroom teacher.

And to make matters worse, you had to meet with this teacher when you went for your kid’s parent-teacher conference. You thought that if you avoided this guy with all of your might and energy, you could get over this “inappropriate” crush you had.

“Mom, I don’t have to be there, do I?” your kid asked you.

“Yes, you do, sweetie,” you answered, a slight wave of relief washing over you as you realized that you had to remain professional in front of the teacher since your kid would be right by your side.

Your kid pouted and reluctantly got into the car before you hopped in the driver’s seat.

You wished the ride to the school would take long, that you would get stuck in traffic, that you would miss your allotted slot time with the teacher and be forced to miss the conference, but there was absolutely no traffic, and if anything, you got to the school way too early.

Instead of waiting in the parking lot like you wanted to, you and your kid were waiting in front of the classroom for the teacher since your kid really, really needed to use the bathroom. You shouldn’t have been checking your appearance so that you could potentially score a date with the teacher, but you sat and checked your lipstick for the umpteenth time as you waited for the conference before yours to end.

“Alright, well, it was lovely to meet you!”

Fuck, just hearing his voice was enough to get your heart pumping. You turned your head to see him, your kid’s teacher, standing and talking to the parents who were in the room prior. You couldn’t help but stare at his side profile, the way his nose shape was so perfect, the beautiful smile on his face, and the little mole on his neck that you desperately wanted to run your finger over.

“Y/N?” the teacher asked, snapping you out of your dizzy daydream. “Come in.”

You nodded and guided your kid into the room, the two of you sitting in the chairs across from the desk. Your eyes couldn't help but spot the beautiful bouquet of daffodils sitting near his computer monitor, only for your eyes to immediately snap to the man when he entered your frame of vision. The second he sat across from you, your mind truly went blank, and you went on autopilot. You couldn’t remember a damn word from that conference and remained dazed until you got home and tucked your kid in for bed.

“Oh my God,” you mumbled to yourself as you covered your face with a pillow. “Oh my God.”

Luckily for you, the next couple of days at work were insane, and you didn’t think about him at all. You didn’t think about him at all until you ran into him at the grocery store a week later.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t froth at the mouth just seeing him. Usually he was wearing a semi-formal outfit while he was working, but seeing him dressed down slightly, an extra button of his shirt undone and revealing more of his chest, made your mouth water. You really were crushing hard on this teacher.

“Y/N?” he asked, snapping you out of your daydream yet again.

“Y-Yes! Oh, hi Mr. Kim—“

“Please, call me Hongjoong. I insist,” he said while chuckling slightly. “I think we’re around the same age, so there’s no need to be formal with me.”

You felt the tips of your ears heat up; the thought of being overly friendly with your kid’s teacher felt super wrong, but he insisted that you call him by his first name, so how could you say no?

“I had no idea you went to this grocery store,” you said softly, trying to get him to continue the conversation instead of standing there in awkward silence with you.

“I actually just started coming here since it’s closer to where I live now. I actually moved in yesterday,” Hongjoong explained.

“Oh, really? Where to?”

“The apartment complex around the corner.”

“Wait, building 1024?” you asked, your heart starting to race as you realized that the man you were crushing on could potentially be your building neighbor.

“Yes! Oh, wait, you live there too, right?”

“H-How do you know that?” you asked, your eyes wide open.

“It’s in your kid’s files since you’re listed as an emergency contact,” Hongjoong quickly explained while holding back a laugh as he realized how creepy it must sound that he knows where you live. “I only remembered because I looked through the database a couple days ago to see which of my students I might accidentally run into.”

“Oh… That makes sense…”

Just like that, the two of you sunk into a comfortable conversation while grocery shopping together— since you were neighbors, it only made sense for the two of you to leave the store together, right? And honestly, the more you got into the conversation, the more you realized that you really liked him. Thankfully, your heart wasn’t racing at the speed of light, but you found yourself developing more than just a crush on the guy. It wasn’t love— not quite yet, but you feared that it had the potential to get there if you didn’t keep your distance, and you had to out of respect for not only the teacher, but for your kid.

Being neighbors with your kid's teacher proved to have some advantages. For instance, Hongjoong offered to bring your kid back from school with him if you had to stay late at the office, or the two of you would go grocery shopping together, easing the long day you had, and your friendship with the man had developed to the point where he would come over for dinner sometimes, and you and your kid would go to his place.

You thought your kid would be weirded out by the unlikely friendship you made with their teacher, but you were proven wrong.

"No, Mr. Kim is so cool! He can play so many instruments, and he's real nice. I like him," your kid told you when you sat them down to make sure they were comfortable with how close you were to their teacher.

"So you're okay with mommy and Mr. Kim hanging out?"

"Yep. Honestly, mom, you should date him." Your jaw dropped and your eyes flew wide open— when did your kid learn about things like this?! They were eight years old for crying out loud! Then, your kid continued, "He's single, and you are too, and you both really seem to like each other."

"W-W-What are you saying?" you choked out, flabbergasted.

"I'm saying date him, mom," your kid said matter-of-factly.

"Oh my God, go get ready for bed, please," you let out a deep sigh and shooed them off.

"At least consider it—"

"Go!"

Laughing, your kid scurried off to the bathroom, leaving you baffled and shocked for many, many reasons. Your mind was reeling to the point where you seriously needed some air before you fell over, so you hollered to your kid in the bathroom that you would be right back, left the apartment, and decided to go to the roof, only to see Hongjoong leaning against the railing and looking up at the sky.

"H-Hongjoong! H-Hi!" you stuttered, your kids words still weighing heavily on your mind. "I had no idea you were out here..."

"Oh, good! Come here and join me," Hongjoong gestured for you to join him at the ledge.

You slowly made your way over and stood next to him, leaving a little room between the two of you out of respect and, honestly, for your sanity. But, when you looked to the side and at him, you felt like daffodils and other flowers were blossoming all around him, the man sparkling under the moonlight, the soft smile on his face making you want to scream or cry or run away or all of the above.

"So," you started. "What are you doing out here?"

"Oh, just... Star-gazing," he responded with a gentle sigh.

"I see..."

You nodded and turned your head to the sky. You lived in the city, so there weren't many stars to look at— actually, you had no idea which stars Hongjoong was even looking at because you seriously couldn't see anything.

"So, you see that star right there?" Hongjoong asked as he pointed at the sky.

You looked, but you couldn't see a single thing even with his finger hovering near the star.

"No, I don't," you admitted.

"Here, right..." Hongjoong took your hand and folded your fingers so that only your pointer finger was out before holding it up and positioning your finger to where he wanted you to look. "Right there."

Your eyes followed your finger, and finally, you were able to see what he was looking at. You were dazed— the star was shining so brightly, and somehow, you missed it. Then, he proceeded to explain to you the significance of that star, and while he was explaining it, you were even more dazed and in complete and utter awe of the man. Soon, you weren't looking at the sky, but at him. You watched him explain the stars passionately, the soft smile on his face spreading warmth through your chest, and when you spotted the little mole on his neck, your heart started beating erratically.

"What? What is it?" Hongjoong suddenly cut himself off when he realized you had been staring at him and not at the stars.

"Huh?" you managed out when you snapped out of it.

"You've been staring at me, Y/N," he chuckled softly.

"Have I? Oh, dear, I'm so sorry..."

"Is there something on my face? You were staring pretty intently."

You were rendered mute. You had no idea what to say to him to save your skin. You couldn't admit to him or yourself that you were staring at him because he was just so gosh darn pretty, but you couldn't come up with an excuse for your behavior.

Hongjoong, suddenly realizing that he was still holding your hand, let go of your hand and leaned back slightly. A dusty rose blush rose to his cheeks as he looked away coyly before a slight look of disappointment painted his face.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I must've made you uncomfortable just now..."

"What? O-Oh, no, you didn't..."

A brief silence filled the space between the two of you. You knew that both of you wanted to say something, anything, but the words were stuck. The words got even more stuck for you when Hongjoong closed the gap between the two of you, his hand nearing yours as they rested on the railing.

"So what brings you out here tonight?" he asked in attempt to clear the air.

"Oh, that," you couldn't help but laugh. "My kid was being silly, but got in my head, so I came out to clear it."

"Yeah? Silly about what?"

"That you and I should date because we both apparently like each other."

As soon as the words left your mouth, you covered your mouth in complete and utter shock. You had no actual intention of revealing that conversation with the man, but you had completely let your guard down while talking about your kid with the one person you could trust completely with your kid, that it just slipped out.

"I'm so sorry!" you burst out before Hongjoong could say anything. "My kid— you know how silly my kid can be— and I— Well, I don't— I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable..."

Hongjoong couldn't help but burst into laughter at your reaction, the sheer happiness on his face making your heart swell up but sink at the same time when you realized he was laughing at the situation.

"Your kid really is something," he sighed as his laughter died down. "What do you think?"

"A-About what?"

"What your kid said. Do you agree?"

"Huh?"

With a soft smile, Hongjoong placed his hand over yours and earnestly looked into your eyes as he spoke softly, "I think your kid is right— that if two people like each other, then they should date. I don't know about you, but I do like you..."

"You... You do?"

Hongjoong responded by squeezing your hand gently, confirming his feelings for you.

"I, uh... I would have to agree, too, then..."

"What are you agreeing with?"

"Everything, because I like you, too, Kim Hongjoong."

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Communications Error [M] Part One

-> There’s nothing worse than accidentally texting the guy you can’t fucking stand about how you wanted to sit on his face.

Part One: Connected.mp3

Bang Chan x F!Reader [1st. POV]

3,554 words

Genre: smut, romance, slight angst

warnings under the cut

Note: i want to beat him up (affectionate)

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and in no way an attempt to be a true depiction of anyone. It’s just fun!

Warnings: explicit content, smut, face sitting, oral [f], protected sex [very good]

"Okay... we're all set up," I said as I put the last pack of solo cups on the table, quickly looking over the spread of snacks and food that was laid out on the table. "Momo, you said the rest of the food will be here soon, right?"

"Yup!" the girl said cheerfully, sitting on the couch with her phone. "Ten large pizzas and an abnormal amount of wings."

"Courtesy of Jackson, of course." I said with a grin, earning a huff from the man in question. "Hey, you decided to host another party... it's your job!"

He rolled his eyes and waved me off. "Yeah, yeah. And it's not a party, I just wanted to hang out with my friends."

Jackson and Momo were two of my best friends and as usual, whenever Jackson wanted to throw something together, we would help him set it up. Still, I rolled my eyes at him. "Anything that involves you is a damn party, especially when alcohol is involved!"

Still, it ended up only being a chill, kickback situation, with just a few of our mutual friends arriving at Jackson's house within a few hours. Music was playing, folks either hanging around talking or sitting in the living room watching the soccer game playing on the TV.

I was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. I went to open the front door, my smile immediately falling off my face as soon as I saw the person standing there.

"Oh great. It's you," I groaned, turning to walk away. Of course he would be here.

"Great, my night is ruined before it even started," Chan said with a sigh, walking in with Felix and Changbin in tow. I threw a mean look at him over my shoulder.

"I could say the same damn thing," I hissed, giving the man I obviously did not like a once over. Jeans, white tshirt and chain, a blue snapback placed backwards on his head. I wrinkled my nose at him, turning my nose up and storming away.

I did my best to keep away from the absolute bane of my existence, hanging with Momo and Tsuyu in a corner with drinks in our hands.

"You have to admit..." Momo started, a mischievous tone in her voice. "The frat boy look he got going on is kind of attractive." She finished, giggling when I glared at her.

"I do not have a response to that," I hissed. "He's rude and annoying. That's not attractive at all."

"Mmhmm," Momo just hummed, sharing a knowing look with Tsuyu. "Whatever you say."

"Don't tease her," Tsuyu said with a grin. "She might kill you."

They laughed and I rolled my eyes, finishing my drink. I thought of getting another one, when Momo and Tsuyu suddenly shushed themselves. Someone stepped up to us and I scowled when I saw Chan.

"You got cashapp, right?" he asked and I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Yeah? Why the hell do you want to know?"

"Well," Chan started with a look. "I don't. I'm sending you money. Send it to Felix on his cashapp."

I made a face. "Why not ask Changbin?"

"He doesn't have zelle, oh my God. Just fucking do it."

I glared at him, watching him tap away on his phone. "What the hell is going on?" I asked, looking at my phone when I got the zelle notification. I tapped around, quickly sending Felix the money on cashapp.

"Owe him for buying the beers tonight," he answered and I nodded. Felix got a hefty discount at the liquor store for some unknown reason, so it was usual for us to take advantage of that.

"Well, that's done," I said, shooing Chan away. "Now go."

"Don't have to tell me twice. Could only listen to your voice so much before my ears start to bleed." And he went off with that, ignoring how my jaw dropped. I clenched my fists at my sides, Momo and Tsuyu having watched the entire interaction with amusement.

"God, he's so fucking infuriating," I growled, turning to my phone again and opening up the short text thread I had with Chan. Unfortunately since we were in the same circle, we were bound to get each other's numbers. I shot him a quick text anyway.

[10:37:45] me: lose my fucking number, christopher

[10:38:02]chris bitch: get fucked. dont text me again

I growled, clenching my phone in my fist tightly. Momo snorted, Tsuyu drinking from her cup. "Hey," Momo started. "You good?"

"No!" I answered before storming off to where the alcohol was. Momo snickered again, leaning in towards Tsuyu.

"You think she'll ever realize that Chris has been staring at her all night?"

Tsuyu giggled behind her hand. "No. She's too busy hate-lusting over him." That made Momo snort into her cup.

After I got another drink, I made my way over to the living area, where some of the guys were watching soccer. I managed to snag an empty seat on the couch, though unfortunately for me, Chan ended up sitting at the loveseat. I made a face, keeping my eyes on the TV.

Though I couldn't help taking a few glances at him, tapping my fingers against my bare knee. He shifted, eyes on the TV, his body relaxed with one arm draped over the back of the couch. I tightly clenched the skirt of my dress, biting the inside of my mouth.

"Dammit," I cursed, grabbing my phone and sending a quick text.

[11:05:17] me: he's so fucking fine it drives me absolutely insane

[11:05:32] me: i hate him and his stupid fucking hat and his stupid fucking face

[11:06:03] me: i wanna ride his face...

[11:06:43] me: i will kill Chan with my own two hands

After sending the quick slew of messages to the group chat with Momo and Tsuyu, I got up from the couch, leaving my phone on the cushion to keep my place as I went to get a snack. I didn't notice Chan looking at his phone, both his eyebrows drawn up as he laughed to himself.

I returned a moment later with some chips, grabbing my phone and frowning in confusion when I didn't see a response from either of the girls. I ate my chips, opening my phone and then the messenger app.

Except...

My jaw dropped, wide eyes staring at the text messages I accidentally sent to the wrong damn person. And I knew Chan had read them because of the God forsaken read on the corner of the last message. My heart fell to my ass, my face burning hot as I froze in place. Oh no....

Gulping, I dared to glance over, and that was a mistake. He was staring at me, a smug look on his face as he smirked at me. All he had to do was quirk an eyebrow up at me and I was shooting out of my seat and all but running away.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," I whispered to myself as I climbed up the stairs to the second floor. It was much quieter up there, a perfect place for me to deal with my utter embarrassment and humiliation. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the tears already start to burn in my eyes.

"Fuck, fuck!" I exclaimed, walking into one of the unused bedrooms, pacing around frantically. "I can't believe I sent those messages, God I'm so stupid. Shit, shit! He's gonna think I'm a fucking weirdo now."

My back was turned to the door as I continued to pace and talk at a mile a minute. "God please kill me now."

The door closed behind me and I whipped around, freezing in place as I saw Chan leaning back against the door he just closed, an amused look on his handsome face.

"No, please continue. It's fun watching you freak out like this," he said, gesturing with his hand and I glared at him, clenching my jaw.

"Haha, very funny," I tried to sound mean, but my tone didn't have it's usual bite it had whenever I spoke to him. I just looked away, standing there awkwardly as my lips trembled. I was not going to cry in front of him. "What the hell do you want? I'm already super embarrassed, so I'm sure nothing you'll say or do will make me feel even worse than I do now."

He pushed himself away from the door, stepping closer to me. "Why would I try to make you feel worse?" he asked and all I could do is give him a bewildered look.

"Um, because you don't fucking like me?" I answered and he just tilted his head, his lips curled up. I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest, frowning deeply. "A-and I'm sorry if those texts made you... uncomfortable or anything..." I bit my lip nervously, just wanting to disappear into a black hole. "God, this is a fucking disaster."

Chan had the nerve to laugh and I just heaved out a sigh, shoulders slumping. I looked up at him, gasping when he suddenly backed me up against the nearby bookshelf. One hand reached behind me to grab onto the shelf as he leaned in, leaving me partially trapped as he looked me in my eyes with his hooded ones.

"It didn't make me uncomfortable," he said, licking his lips slowly and I tried not to stare. "In fact, I found it kinda funny."

I huffed. "Well, that makes me feel better, I guess."

"Mmhmm," Chan hummed, and he stepped closer to me, our bodies barely touching. "Good, I'm glad. Let's make it even, shall we?” I just stared at him. “You wanna ride my face? Well, I want to fuck you into that mattress over there."

I gaped at him in disbelief, my heart pounding in my ears. Wh...what did he just say? He couldn't be serious, right? "Chris..."

"Well?" he asked, leaning his head in as he looked at me expectantly. "Should we make our little fantasies come true?"

My mouth went dry before I let out a nervous laugh. His presence was heavy, almost stifling as he openly ogled at me, eyes roaming all over my body before he looked back into my eyes. "This isn't funny, you jerk..."

"I'm not trying to be," Chan answered, lifting his other hand to grab my hip. I jolted. "You piss me the fuck off, but God if I didn't think about dragging you off somewhere to fuck you stupid. Maybe that'll make you shut up."

The image of that made it hard for me to swallow, the grip he had on my hip sending me into overdrive. Biting my lip, I looked over to the made bed before looking back at him. He smirked at that, grabbing my wrist and pulling me over to the bed.

"That's right," he said with a laugh. "Take your panties off, but keep the dress on. It's cute."

"I-" I blushed, looking down at the floral dress I wore as Chan went to lock the door. I looked up and his shirt was off, so I scrambled to pull down my panties as he climbed on the bed after kicking off his sneakers.

I could not believe I was doing this.

I tossed my panties to the floor, looking at Chan who made himself comfortable on the bed. I barely had time to appreciate his body before he beckoned me over with his hand. "Well? Come on, take a seat."

I flushed, a deep chill going down my spine as I closed my eyes. I took in a deep breath before I climbed on the bed, hesitating before I straddled his hips. Something hard pressed against my thigh, but I didn't dare acknowledge it.

Chan then huffed, growing impatient. "Get your ass up here, what the fuck?"

"Shut up, I'm coming," I hissed back at him, my face hovering over his as I put my arms down to start crawling upwards. "You're fucking annoying."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Chan snorted, his hands grabbing my hips as he helped me move up until my knees were on either side of his head, my pussy hovering just over his face. He took in a shuddering breath. "Well shit..."

"W-what..." I asked, feeling super exposed by this position, biting my lip as I felt his breath ghost over my thighs. "Shut up..."

That made him laugh as he squeezed my thighs, and I let him pull me down right on top of his mouth. I gripped the headboard, closing my eyes and gasping softly when I felt his tongue give me one slow, deep lick. He did it again, hands squeezing my thighs tightly as he started eating me out.

Chan's mouth was heavenly, my legs shaking as I moaned out repeatedly in pleasure. "It feels good..." I moaned softly, earning a small chuckle as he circled my clit with his tongue.

"Yeah?" he hummed, sucking my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it. I cried out, my knuckles turning white with how hard I grabbed the headboard.

"Fuck! Chris, oh my God," I gasped, bowing my head between my arms. My dress completely draped around his head, making the scene all the more arousing. I whimpered loudly, stilling as his hand moved under my dress and I felt him press two fingers against my entrance.

"No," I gasped out and he stilled immediately, moving his hands out of my dress to hold my hips.

"Are you okay?"

"I need you now," I whimpered again and I could hear him let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank God, I thought I did something wrong."

"The only thing you're doing wrong is not putting your dick inside me."

Chan laughed, pushing me back until I was sitting on the mattress, holding myself up with my arms. He sat up, and the look in his eyes sent chills down my spine. Dark and fierce, full of lust as he continued to move until I was on my back, him hovering over me as he licked his lips.

"You taste good, by the way," he hummed, biting his bottom lip as he leaned in. "Here, try..." He pressed his lips to mine in a deep kiss, shoving his tongue in my mouth to make me taste myself. I groaned deeply, grabbing onto his shoulders as he kissed my breath away.

"Fuck..." he groaned, sitting up on his knees as looking down at me. "You're so fucking hot. I bet you wore this pretty dress to get my attention, huh?"

I rolled my eyes and snorted. "The day I wear anything to get your attention is the day Hell freezes over. Get over yourself, Christopher."

He snickered, digging into his jean pockets and tossing the object onto my belly. I grabbed the tiny foil packet, blushing slightly as he climbed off the bed to pull off his jeans and underwear. Just seeing him in all his glory turned me on, licking my lips as he stood before me. My eyes moved down and down, eyes going wide when I saw his dick.

Chan grinned widely. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out, babe," he promised as he climbed back over me, kissing me again. We made out for a bit, his hands massaging all over my body through my dress. He kissed down my neck and I ran my fingers through his hair, eyes fluttering closed. "Here... put it on."

Chan pressed the wrapped condom to my hand before sitting up on his knees again. I sat up, kissing him as I tore open the condom, tossing the foil to the floor. I bit my lip as I put the condom on him, looking up and kissing on his chin as I stroked his dick a few times.

"Shit, you better stop," Chan said before he grabbed my wrist. He pinned me back down to the bed, kissing me hard. He kept his lips on mine as he reached down between us, grabbing his cock and pressing it against me. He pushed in, and my head tilted back as I let out a low groan.

"Shit," I cursed, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as Chan pressed kisses on my neck. The stretch burned deliciously, and I found myself panting as Chan pushed himself all the way inside me.

"God, you feel so good," Chan moaned against my neck, not waiting before he's slowly thrusting in and out of me. He made sure his lips were pressing against me, either kissing me or sliding along my neck and chest. His fingers curled into my hair, his free hand moving down to hike one of my legs up.

"Mmmn, Chris," I moaned, my mouth falling open as he started to fuck into me faster, and deeper. He pressed hot kisses to my neck, the bed creaking with each thrust. "Please..."

He stopped, and before I could protest, I'm turned onto my stomach, a bit disoriented as he pulled me up to my knees and elbows, my dress hanging off around my waist. I groaned when he pushed himself right back into me, grabbing my hips harshly.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with our moans and groans. The way he fucked me made stars burst in my vision, me pressing my face against the mattress as I cried from the intense pleasure.

"Yeah, it feel good?" Chan asked, his breaths coming out in pants. "You like it when I fuck you?"

"Hmm!" I could only moan as I nod my head, my fists clutching the bed sheets as he drives his cock into me. I turned my head to breathe, gasping out as I could see him in my peripheral vision. "So good! Fuck, Chris...” I shook my head, the more logical part of me screaming at me for doing this with him of all people. “Ugh, I hate you.”

He threw his head back and laughed loudly, leaning over me. His chest pressed against my back as he whispered harshly in my ear. "I hate you too." Before he pressed a kiss against it. He chuckled again, straightening up to keep fucking me.

"Hmm..." I hummed, biting my lip. "Chan.. I'm close..." I whimpered. "I need..."

"Yeah, baby, I gotchu," Chan whispered, keeping up his thrusts as he wrapped an arm around my waist, pressing his fingers against my clit. He smirked when I moaned, circling my clit with his fingers. "Ya gonna cum around my cock, huh?"

"Hm, yes!" I cried out, pressing my face to the mattress again. He kept at it, earning more and more moans and whines from me as I felt myself get closer and closer to my orgasm.

"That's it," Chan whispered harshly, sweat dripping down his temples. "Come on, baby. Cum for me, yeah?"

I whined again, and not soon after, my orgasm hit me like a bus and I cried into the mattress as insane pleasure washed over my body. My walls squeezed tightly around his cock, making Chan groan deeply as he fucked me through my orgasm.

"Shit... shit..." he gasped harshly, fucking into me a few more times until he's finally cumming himself, cursing under his breath as he released his load into the condom. "Fuck!"

After a moment, he pulled out of me and we both collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. I turned to lay on my back, my eyes half closed, not focused at all as I stared up at the ceiling. I licked my lips, looking over at Chan who also moved to his back, his forearm covering his eyes.

"We have a problem," he suddenly spoke and I blinked at him. "I might want to do this again."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, sitting up on the bed. "You're lucky we even did this at all." I moved to sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing my panties from the floor. Chan laughed, pulling the condom off him and tying it off before throwing it in the trash.

"Hmm, maybe so," he replied and I rolled my eyes again before moving to pull my panties on. "Wait."

I blinked at him again and, while still naked, Chan reached into the nightstand and tossed me a pack of baby wipes. "To clean yourself with."

"Oh..." I said rather dumbly. "That's thoughtful... thank you..."

We cleaned ourselves up in a comfortable silence, which surprised me. There was no awkwardness or anything of the sort. He got dressed while I fixed myself up, not saying a word even as we left the bedroom and made our way back to a still pretty live party.

I ignored Momo and Tsuyu's pestering and questioning my whereabouts, effectively shutting them up with a harsh glare. My face was burning hot, and I just couldn't tell them what happened yet.

Hours later, we finally left, and as I dozed off in the back of Momo's car, I got another text.

[4:23:32] chris bitch: you still want me to lose your number ;)

[4:23:46] me: fuck off

-end

next->

[pleuviors]

⊹ . ⁺ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄

‘in the middle of pourin’ rain

…

i just wanted things to be the same’

𓆸

warnings: shitload of angst ahead, cursing, asshole!eddie + asshole!reader—they’re both hurting and bad at feelings ok, oblivious idiots, hurt/some (?) comfort, mentions of eddie x oc, open-ended?….

word count: 2k-ish but don’t quote me on that

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

a/n: so out of my element posting this. writing is most def not my thing. if it’s very she said/he said that’s why….. literally just wrote this for fun lol but how very me to willingly choose to write my first fic with pure angst.

summary: love is both a game of give and take, a play too fragile to hurry; yet a push from eddie’s new girl sends a friendship on the rocks to its end after she begs the question—you or her? an argument in the rain ensues.

you sniffle softly as your tears stream down the apples of your cheeks. the heavens weep alike, fusing the shower with your own as it pelts onto the dirt path below you. the consistency of the earth grows heavier with every falling drop.

and yet, you bare witness to the site of your soiled converse unflinchingly, entranced by the sludge clinging to them. you know full well it’ll brew a storm within your mother similar to the one flooding the streets of hawkins. the thought does nothing to sway your mind, you’d still be here, honed in on your lathered laces. you’d do it a million times over too and you’d take it in stride because truthfully, it beat facing the reality of the dire situation before you.

your mothers fury was nothing compared to the sight of the cowardly man before you.

your teeth clench as you hear his feet shuffle along the the trailer's steps. his legs itching to bolt inside, you figure—yearning to retreat inside the haven and escape the tension radiating between you. your own legs tempted to do so in the other direction.

still, something about the scene is akin to that of a terrible car wreck—you just can’t seem to look away. it's why he continues to twitch before you, practically burning a hole through the soles of his worn reeboks.

your eyes dart behind him.

a fire sparks within you as you watch her dimly lit silhouette move behind the trailers curtains, the words barreling out before you can stop them.

“so that’s it?” you croak out, “she whistles a command at you and you’re just—oh what?!” you cut yourself off as you watch his eyes widen in fury

“don’t you dare give me that look, you dillhole. you know that that’s exactly what’s happening here!”

he rushes down the stairs, glowering at you as he comes short a couple steps from your trembling frame. ten feet away at best yet he feels light-years away.

the shadow remains, growing rigid as she listens in.

“what’s happening here is i’m doing what’s best for my relationship!” his hands gesture around wildly, tone shrill, “look at the position i’m in right no—”

his fingers snap at you, forcing you to snap your gaze back at him. the crack of his digits leaves your mouth agape, eyebrows furrowing at his sheer audacity.

“don’t snap your fingers at me, asshole!”

“look at me when i’m talking to you then—”

“fine,” you shrug, “but if you’re gonna talk out of your ass at least turn around so i can hear you better!”

“what the fuck is wrong with you, huh? can’t you be civil for five seconds—”

“letting you even be near me is me being civil!”

he throws his hands up and steps back dramatically in true eddie fashion, head spinning in all directions in search of…. god knows what.

you shift your weight onto your left hip. crossing your arms you turn your gaze heavenward as he continues his theatrics. it’s not long before his voice rings out again.

“just had to check who you were talking to real quick cause i sure as hell know it’s not me” his hands come to rest on his hips. a laugh threatens to slip past your lips at the sight, his resemblance to steve uncanny.

“are we adding blind to deaf,” you arch your eyebrows, giving the trailer park a quick once over, “do you see anyone else here, helen keller?”

“jesus christ, i’m trying to have an adult conversation with you here—”

his lips press into a thin line as you interrupt with a loud scoff, “oh is that what we are?”

frustrated, he shakes his head and mimics your noise of protest.

“for fucks sake, i’m not tossing you aside, alright!”

the reminder of your argument comes out of left field, you waver slightly but find your footing quickly.

“oh that’s rich! right, you’re not tossing me aside” you nod, your tone mocking and cruel, “no, not at all—can you tell me: when was the last time you and i hung out… hm? no grand ol’ plans alright, seriously think here. when was the last time we just fucked around?”

eddie tears his eyes away from you with a huff, yet nothing follows—not a peep leaves his lips. the only sound that rings through your ears is the muffled noise of the mayfields tv wafting through the open trailer window.

huh, two shows for the price of one. lucky mayfield.

“c’mon, sweetheart” you egg on, venom dripping off the term of endearment, “use the big girl brain i know you have rattling around in there!”

“what do you want me to do, huh?! what would you have me do?”

when you fail to respond, he calls your name in a desperate tone. your own feet shuffle beneath you now, an action to distract you from the crushing weight settling on your chest.

his frustration at your lack of attention quickly bubbles over, “look sweetheart, evidently i missed a class or two on telepathy at the x-men school…”

god he’s such a nerd, only he would bring them up at a time like this.

its almost enough to crack your facade.

“…so you’re gonna have to actually communicate your feelings verbally with me!”

you blink and stare back at him defiantly.

he calls your name once more, your lip quivering as you cast a glance to your left, jaw ticking as you attempt to rein back more tears “i don’t know… i—”

you pause, torn between going in for the kill and attempting to smooth things over with your best friend. the boy who’d stood by you and supported and loved you no matter what since grade school.

you were each others longest relationship; and because of it, you each knew exactly where to drive the knife to hurt the other the most—and no one played dirty with their words better than you and eddie.

the ache is still fresh so you can’t help your sharp tongue when you do finally respond.

“why don’t you go ahead and whistle for me, maybe your little shadow over there will run into your lap and help us decide—”

eddie groans, his ringed hand running down his face as he fixes you with a scowl, “don’t circle us back to this!—”

“whistle, munson” you bite back

“right, i forget you get shits for brains when you get pissy, so let me say it slowly—”

“oh fuck you, man”

eddie laughs humorlessly and inches forward, “oh nice one, trouble! you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“oh what, your girls love ain’t supplying it for you anymore? you want some love, get a hooker—” your eyes travel back to the window, a smirk dancing on your lips, but his stern tone has you reeling, your skin crawling as he interrupts your bite with his own,

“don’t fucking say it”

the first drop of blood falls, yet you refuse to throw down the knife, “what’s the matter, hitting too close to the truth there am i?”

“oh get bent. you know, you’re acting like a real—”

“bitch?” you finish for him, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “yeah, are you new here?!”

“all bark and no bite—”

your eyes sparkle with anger, a snarl leaving you, “you calling me a fucking dog, munson?”

“if it barks like a dog—”

“ooh, you wanna talk dogs? let it fly then, whistle for me” you point behind him, “i’m sure she’s just standing by her little doggy door awaiting your signal!”

he closes in on you, an arm’s length between you now, “maybe you’re not cut out to wear the name. dogs tend to listen better and clearly, you’re not up to their ranks yet, princess”

you’d laugh at his quick wit if your fist wasn’t itching to knock his teeth in.

“i just wanna see how well you have your girl trained, seeing as how much of an amazing job she’s done with you!”

“look at us! here we are, back at it again—back to square one!” his hands move between your bodies, softly gracing your stomach, “trouble… i’m—”

you blanch, the sincerity in the name catching you off-guard. your mind had been racing, trying to think of a list of insults to hurl back; yet at his change of tone, the only thing you felt like hurling now was the sandwich you’d eaten earlier.

“…i’m sorry, alright? but it’s—i just can’t—”

crossed arms unravel and fall at your sides as your eyes round with concern, defensive position faltering.

“i can’t cut and run before i can even try to make it work,” he chokes out.

his softening tone does nothing to lessen the blow, your heart hammering as a stinging sensation fills your nostrils.

he’s right, and you know he’s right. he should do what he can to make his relationship work, to make his girl happy… you just never imagined your friendship would’ve been the cost for his happiness.

you’d been the only one closest to coin the title of ‘eddies girl’ and reap the perks. you had all of him unknowingly and you hadn’t had enough time to bask in the revelation before he was ripped away from you.

his friendship is all you’d ever known, and maybe that’s why you responded with as much bite as a territorial animal would. especially when she had suggested he see you less and less.

to be fair, your breaking point had come much later than you would’ve presumed—exactly three weeks after eddie had first sprung the separation on you.

in the back of your head you knew why he had been so eager to please her, the many faded moments you’d spent lounging on the couch—both sober and under—vivid in your memories.

the nights he’d jokingly throw innuendos at you, saying: “got enough for a quick bump here, trouble” he’d lazily roll the joint before asking, “care for a quickie?”

and without fail you’d quip back, “god, i love it when you talk dirty to me”

and yet it had all meant nothing—nothing until the underlying remarks began meaning everything.

those nights had also been when he’d felt vulnerable enough to admit his longing to be known, to be loved.

but you had known him already, and yet; it wasn’t enough because here he was, cutting and running on your friendship.

you wouldn’t bring it up now, because as he watches you through his unshed tears, his eyes pleading for you to say something, anything to ease this hardship, your hope completely dissipates.

he’s made up his mind and in turn, he’s made up yours too.

your nerves are shot and your throat bobs as you muster up the courage to speak again. at the end of it all, your anguish is all that’s left in the wake of your quarrel.

sorrow floods your veins, the mask of anger you had hid behind falling at last.

“well… so glad her hand finally found its way off your dick long enough for you to properly send me off” you manage to rasp out.

the joke falls flat.

the silence sends you down a spiral, it’s seconds of white noise but the stretch feels like an eternity. you shut your eyes, willing the downpour to sodden the earth enough to send you sinking into the floor—anything to escape the torture.

just when you’re about to flee, eddie snickers before his voice cuts through the trickling rain, “does her name happen to be ‘right hand’ ‘cause that’s as much action i’ve gotten so far”

your lips twitch, “interchangeable with ‘left hand’ when you want it to feel like someone else, right?”

eddie hunches forward, gripping your forearms as he lets out a belly laugh, you twist your wrists to clutch his forearms back as your own noises of glee mix in. through all the anger you had harbored, you’d forgotten the sound of his laughter was your favorite song.

his laughter dies down and he returns back to his full height. his tight grip on you remains, fearing you’d bolt the minute he let go.

“there’s the rainbow” he whispers

you narrow your eyes as you scan his face, wait what did he mean by rainbo—

you still, recognition washing over you.

the rainbow was what eddie called the first laugh he’d manage to coax out of you after a crying session.

“yeah” you breathe out, “rainbow”

eddie peers down at you, chest heaving wildly as he tries to match the rhythm of your breaths. your eyes marvel back at him, the fallen drops that cling to your lashes reminiscent of the morning dew that litters the parks grass—

shit.

the trailer park.

the girl waiting inside his trailer.

double shit.

his smile falters slightly, his attempt to hold back any sign of his gained sense is futile. you were the ying to his yang, if he had sense that left you with sensibility; and right on cue, a look flashes across your face—consciousness.

your touch relents.

his own grip falls a while after.

you step back causing him to inch forward but you throw a hand between you, “wait—” he reaches for your arm, a desperate attempt to close the distance again, but you stagger back before he can touch you.

a flash of hurt crosses his face, his big brown eyes stare back at you in exasperation. you will your feet to move forward, hesitantly reaching up to touch his bicep. goosebumps litter his body as you make contact, a shaky exhale leaving his lips.

you stare at the faded motley crue logo on his black tee, the one you had bought him many moons ago for his 15th birthday. you had saved up all your babysitting money in order to snag it, but the look on his face when he had opened it had made all the tantrums worth it. the bone crushing hug he had pulled you into after had somehow bested your gift.

you blink the memory away as you struggle to bid your best friend farewell. your lips twitch as they wrap around your unspoken thoughts, a whimper threatening to escape; however, the bustle of movement within his trailer snaps you back to reality.

growing conscious of the heat of his skin beneath your palm and his piercing gaze brings a rush of warmth to your damp cheeks.

perhaps she had a point in suggesting space, you realize, because friends shouldn’t make each others mind race with intimate thoughts at mere touch.

the soft call of “trouble” has you dropping your hand, your fingertips gliding down his arm as a sad smile settles on your lips.

“i’ll see you around, eds” your tight smile and defeated gaze throws him off. something about your tone sounds too final, too conclusive.

he manages to catch your hand before you can spin away, “i don’t want space” he whispers, “that’s the last thing i want from you”

a bittersweet confession.

although it relieves you to hear his hesitance, it pains you even more knowing this’ll inevitably end in your departure. because you know he has to try his hand at the opportunity in front of him—for both of your peace of minds.

“eddie—”

“don’t go” he pleads

“it won’t be forever, eds. we need the space, i get it now—”

“get what?! i was full of shit, ok! you win just—” his head lulls forward, eyes shutting away the tears collecting along his bottom lid, “…just don’t go. don’t give me space—”

“i have to—”

“i’ll grab the handcuffs right now if you don’t quit reciting that bulls—”

“oh what, and you’ll just barrel past your little friend in there without another word?!”

you can see a flicker of irritation in his eyes, a trace of the old flame you’d sparked earlier—it had yet to simmer away. it’s that lingering fire that rids you of any doubts about your future together.

“we’re gonna be fine” you whisper back

“you don’t know that,” his grip is bruising but you endure it, anything to keep his touch on you a while longer. he glances back at his trailer quickly, “you’ll grow tired of waiting”

you cock your head, and without skipping a beat you answer, “no”

“no?” he shoots back, growing annoyed with your evasiveness

“no,” it’s firmer this time, doing your best to drill it past his curly mane and into his skull, “till the poets run out of rhyme, right?”

“christ, only you would find away to quote barbra lewis”

“right?” you try again

with a reluctant sigh, eddie nods his head, “till the end of time”

his small laugh brings you a small victory.

before your nerve can leave you, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck. his own arms barley make it around your drenched figure before you’re pushing yourself away again.

you nod your head in his direction and turn on your heel, hand running through your damp hair as you trudge down the forest hill property and make your way back to your car.

he doesn’t call out for you and you don’t expect him to, yet you can’t help the disappointment that settles over you.

till the stars fall from the sky.

the spark of life your engine lets out casts the lingering presence behind the curtain away.

he’d completely forgotten she was in there and your tires hitting the gravelly road is enough to elude the idea of her from his mind again.

you pause as you shift gears, casting him one last glance before putting the car into drive.

eddie can’t help but feel a sense of regret wash over him as he stares after your vehicle's shrinking figure.

he continues to squint down the road until you're nothing but a speck in the distance and only then does he turn on his heel, huffing as his hand ghosts over the doorknob. his feet refuse to move, unwilling to cross the threshold of the trailer. in the back of his mind he knows once he crosses the barrier, it’s the end of you and him.

for now, anyway.

the rain picks up, kissing the earth below the trailer harshly, ridding its marred surface of your footprints—washing away the argument and reconciliation that had taken place mere moments ago.

the dam breaks then and his tears roll down in waves. the sky above grumbling relentlessly as if it shared in his tragedy.

it’s a suffocating kind of hurt; and yet, he basks in the feeling wrenching at his heart—because even through the pain, he recognizes it’s a feeling you have inflicted upon him.

and he’d rather bare it a million times over than feel nothing from you at all.

‘cause if i had my way, you’d always stay

and you’d be my tiny dancer, baby

….

in the middle of the pourin’ rain’

[romsabombs]

GUYS the new malevolent is insane so i just thought i'd drop my notes in here✍️ ENJOY it's a lot

freaky ahh cavern

😦😦😦

SHUT UP!!!!!!!!

the man is bathed in darkness👹 john thats racist

mf literally been crucified this is so arthurs religious trauma

that is not what bones sound like i think

shes so me awful posture

me at 4am in the kitchen looking for a snack

WAIT oh yuck :/

HAHA THEY'RE IN HIS NOSTRILS

PRINCE MENTIONED

car accident thats so season 1

this is kind of like a hat in time maybe

omgg a witch :3

arthur survives the wildest shit but i think a mcdonalds sprite would kill him

AAAHHH WHAT THE FUCK!!!!😨😨 YUCK YUCK EW EW RAAAHHH

WHAAAAAT

cant we only do allat to corpses

omg spit it out john

YEAAHHHH HES DEAD

🤭🤭🤭YIPPEE I KNEW IT

omggg thats so janey :33

hes bein puppeted by the maggots thats crazy

STOP TELLING HIM TO KILL THINGS HAHA

omgg kaynes dagger <33

how can this mf be helpful

this is so tmp a bit

rotten flesh mentioned minecraft ref

HAHA WHAAT THATS SO GROSS

the maggots be like i have your fucking eyes👹👹👹👹

OMG WHAT THE HELL zombie arc

claustrophobia again

imagine harlan recording this

omg that's so sexy 🔥🔥 decapitated his ass

HAHA WE'RE ONLY 11 MINUTES IN??

LMAO john stop saying things

YES JOHN it WOULD have been helpful to know this guy didnt have any eyes

"this isnt new york anymore" thank god amiright

his head between our legs🤨

its so funny how he calls it a pinky. didnt someone on tumblr say john wouldnt know finger names

im surprised arthur still has a shirt

the flesh feels stiff😟

this guy is still alive😦 or. dead. i guess

arthur is like weirdly normal about this guy being a zombie. i know hes seen shit (no he hasnt) but come on

faroes song ☹️

YEAHH PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTHH💪

oh what😐 the prince🙄

what did he sayy

oh gross come on guys😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 at this point just put it in your own mouth

"id like to think this is the most insane thing we've ever done" 💀

teehee they dont wanna seperate :3

YEAH! AND FAROE

"everyone we've ever loved" weak. also john doesnt care about anyone but you

"we cant afford to not use every resource anymore" HAHA this is so funny because didnt you throw away everything youve ever owned last episode

yippee welcome back vanguard :3

nothing😟 WAIT YIPPEE :3

WELCOME BACK VANGUARD‼️☝️

omg names mentioned

wait. yorick? llorick? thats the thing arthur said

its not lorick that was the guy from the dreamlands

WOAH WAIT WOAH HUH

hey what the fuck did that mean😀

omg what. rumpelstiltskin

HAHA hes so loser

OMG wait they said stanzyck right

ofcourse anna is dead bruh we were never gonna meet her

arthur and john both being "kings"😟

this tooth is so silly🥰

everyones walking over arthur today💀

they're so miscommunication <3

hey😀 hey whats that sound

DONT SAY IT ugh the prince

"ahh yes :3"

OH😨😨😨😨 A WHAT

SHUT UP🗣️👹 HAHA THATS SO SILLY

this guy is so kayne. and a bit autistic

wait r we just carrying around this skull

bro arthur sounds so tired

ooo this would go hard as a cosplay

i cant believe he has a belt

EUGH YUCK😦

ooo the black stone perchance?

ok i guess not

omg god forbid a girl has hobbies🙄

"im not saying its not risky. what im saying is, it might be worth the risk" that line goes hard

arthur agreeing to this is like a dad saying "okay fine we'll go to mcdonalds🙄"

no reward without risk✊💥

"we're in the lion's den already" "it is a hag's womb👹" HEHEHE

HAHA SILLIES HEHEHEEHE🤭🥰

oooohh johnn 😶‍🌫️

OH 😦 ohhh 😀 u have his memories

clever girl

"thanks yorick😐" "you too my king🤗" "shut up🙄👹"

yorick is so me absolutely no sense of social cues

ofcourse we'd encounter a witch here it was so obvious

"try to keep straight" pff

did john say im serving

hey yeah maybe dont go towards the light😀

LMAO LOOK AROUND? foul

when is the jumpscare happening

i have no idea what he's saying

"too much to make out" MAKE OUT?🤭

LMAO he doesnt know

pregnant meat☹️⁉️

hey i thought asking the vanguard questions would have a price🤨😀

imagine if he just crushed that zombies skull like its a good thing we just decapitated him

hes literally describing my room

you're my eyes☹️

they're acting as if the lighter would give us much light

omgg shes a little interior decorator

tapestry lore!!💪

five minutes left whats gonna happen

wuh ohhh somethings gonna happen

THE STAIRS ARE GONE!!!😬

ur literally in her home leave her alone

his ass is panicking

this is so part 18 the madness

we're trapped :( :(

"ingenious decision king🤓" "SHUT UP👹"

SPRINT!!!!!! 🏃🏃🏃🏃

OH???? 😦😦😦😦 WHAT

IMPALED???M???MNFJREJSJ HUHH

--

omggg he got marcy'd

i saw fanart of this but i lowkey couldnt tell if it was a spoiler or not💀

hot take but if he got bitten by that zombie he could prolly survive this

HUHHH bro this is like part 27 the roots. he was less dramatic about it this time tho

bro yorick finally shut up💀

sooo where did he get impaled. like if in the heart hes cooked😬

[bejeweledblondie]

Peggy, The Pin Up

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A/N: I apologize for being MIA I’ve had a lot of very great but time consuming things take over my life! I’ve started a 1940s vintage clothing blog & I’m shocked at how successful it has become. On top of that I’ve got promotions at work & it’s opened so many doors for me. I’m hoping to write a bit more!

Warnings: classic 1940’s sexism, mentions of nudity, female pronouns

Summary: Y/N never expected for her pin up prints to be put out… it causes some disruption on Abbott-Thorpe & one dark curly haired aviator comes to her rescue

It all happened on a Thursday morning at breakfast. Y/N sat there in her crisp white uniform shoveling the chalky yellow substance the army called eggs in her mouth. A dark shadow appeared above her plate & a magazine was plopped down in front of her.

“Don’t even try to deny it, this is you isn’t it?” He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice. Speechless she looked away & noticed that the Army’s shipment of Esquire hit the shelves. “God who knew? We knew you were a tease, but this is just another level.” He started. “Do you know what everyone says about you?” She shook her head shamefully, lying to herself. She had heard rumblings in the sick bay from time to time. Sometimes while fixing a patients IV bag or a even helping move a patient a hemline might rise causing a stir.

Before the pilot could continue his chauvinistic teasing session she immediately grabbed her belongings & swiftly exited. Little did she know a dark curly haired pilot was watching the torment happen. Due to rank he couldn’t intervene but oh he so badly wanted to bury the man six feet under. He had grown fond of the nurse, she was always so kind with his men. Incredibly soft spoken & nurturing when it came to the care she provided. He had walked in on her reading a copy of John Steinbeck’s, “Of Mice & Men” to the wounded pilots one evening. She didn’t have to do that, she could’ve been out dancing at the Officer’s Club. But she voluntarily chose to stay after her shift to read to them. He could tell the men greatly appreciated it too, it gave them a small window of comfort during an incredibly traumatic moment in their lives.

Douglass, also watching the debacle rolled his eyes & sipped his coffee.

“These men act like they’ve never seen tits before it’s insane.” He scoffed. Rosie almost choked on the toast he was eating.

“I mean some are freshly turned eighteen.” Blakely reminded him.

“Still, this is going to cause a huge fucking problem.” He swore. “Rosenthal, you okay?” Rosie had been staring off into the space during the duration of the conversation.

“Go to her,” Douglass sighed. “She may be oblivious but I’m not. You’ll also want to scoop her before someone like Egan does.” With that Rosie excused himself & started to head towards the medical ward. The sterile white environment contrasted heavily from the drab olive green darkness of the mess hall. Injured pilots laid in beds reading the paper, being fed their morning breakfast, or having their vitals taken. Valerie, a nurse he knew was friendly with Y/N was checking the vitals on a young sergeant.

“Val!” He said getting her attention & started over to her. “Have you seen Y/N?” He asked.

“Yeah, she seemed a bit off,” She started. “She begged Major to allow her to just work in supply today. You might wanna try there.”

“Thank you.” Rosie replied & made his way to the supply room. There she stood sniffling & rolling gauze. Her eyes were clouded with a melancholy look as she completed the mundane task. He knocked on the door frame causing her to look up slightly startled.

“Oh Major Rosenthal it’s you,” She said with a slight tremble in her voice. “What can I do for you?” He cringed at her using his rank, usually it would make his blood pressure rise & heart race. But this circumstance was entirely different.

“I saw what happened in the chow hall,” He started. She’s started to wipe away tears. “I just wanted to see how you were doing.” He said wringing anxiously. She sighed deeply & looked away.

“I’ll be alright,” She stated. “I’m just going to lay low for a few weeks.” It broke his heart to see her this way. She was always a little jumpy & anxious to begin with. This situation just poured gasoline on a oil fire.

“No,” Rosie stated. “You shouldn’t let some asshole make you feel uncomfortable.” She stared him with big wide eyes. “If it makes you feel any better I’ll escort you places.” Her eyes softened as she listened to him. A small crimson warmth crept onto her cheeks at the mere mention of him escorting her.

After a few weeks, the heat died out about the pin up nurse. Rosie & Y/N had become closer over the weeks. His protection meant no one would even try to touch a hair on her head. From lingering touches, longing gazes, & of course Rosie sitting on her nightly readings to the wounded pilots. He (like every man on post who took a liking to her) did keep a copy of the pin up photo.

On missions he’d keep the folded piece of paper tucked into the pocket of his sheepskin. A reminder of what he was protecting & fighting for. His calloused thumb would graze over her innocent smile as he admired the image. Even in his bunk, he’d spend some alone time with it after everyone had fallen asleep. During one night after the pin up photo was brought up by a rookie pilot, & in turn making Y/N uncomfortable. Rosie knew he had to make her see what he saw in the photo. After some discussions with Ken Lemmons, he decided to really make sure he was reminded everyday was he was fighting for.

With hands covering her eyes he directed her to the airstrip.

“Rosie I can’t see!” Y/N giggled, tripping over her own feet. He chuckled at her natural clumsiness. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see, you’re so impatient.” He said. He lead her right up the nose to his beloved bomber. “Okay now you can see.” With the removal of his hands & a adjustment to the sunlight she was staring at herself painted on the side of his bomber. The same pin up that graced Esquire months ago that brought them together. She gasped in pure shock at the artwork.

“Oh, Rosie.” She gasped unable to speak. “Did you paint this?”

“With a little help from Lemmons.” He replied. “I want you to see what I see. A beautiful woman. Do you like it?”

“I-wow,” She smiled. “I love it.” She turned around to face him. He was staring down her, admiring the way the sun light reflected off her hair. He brushed stray strands of hair behind her ear. His hand lightly danced across her cheek bone as he stared adoringly into her eyes. He leaned down & placed a tender kiss onto her lips. She reciprocated & kissed back. Her arms wrapped around his neck & his slowly gravitated to her waist pulling her in closer. After pulling a part they rested foreheads against one another.

“God you have no idea how long I’ve always wanted to do that,” He admitted.

[transgender-catboy]

...I. I wanna say somethin.

I've been holding onto this guy for awhile.

*edit*

SHE WASN'T LOST TO THE VOID!!! AHAHAHAHAH HA! SUCKS FOR YOU GUYS.

[dennisboobs]

some of you should not speak on dennis until you've rewatched sunny in full instead of just the macden-centric eps.

[respectthepetty]

Pride Petty Watch - LiTA (Rain/Payu) 2

Because I'm petty, I had the crowd pick which blacklisted shows I would watch for the month of Pride. The first is Love in The Air, and even though I was mad in the first few episodes that Sky brushed off his friend running away from Payu at the beginning, Sky has proven he is a great friend, and I am very excited to get to his portion. Sorry, Rain. This Daddy x Baby dynamic needs to speed it up!

Let's wrap this stormy weather up!

If I was the receptionist, I'd love this job for the chisme. If I was a mechanic, I'd be pissed!

So all of this was a another test. Rain is proving himself to Payu as being worthy of his time and affection by ignoring Payu being mean to him, so even though there is definitely something happening with the yellow and blue between them, I'm ignoring it because Payu is HIGH-KEY pissing me all the way off, and I'm too focused on this room situation. Does this man have his garage room and actual house room?! What is this?!

LET ME IGNORE THEM, BABY JESUS!

Black x White. Blinding Light of Love. And just like that, I'm on my fellow Slut for Christ's side because WHY IS RAIN JUST STANDING OUT IN THE RAIN LIKE A DUMMY?! Miracles happen when we least expect them.

I am not feeling this bathing scene because there is not enough water in that huge ass tub, and out of all the things Payu should apologize for, he is saying sorry that Rain stood out in the rain. Can they just have sex already, so I can quit being petty?

God damn it! There is pink = 💕love💕 but I am very familiar with this scene because it was all over my dash when it aired, and I'm a bag of mixed emotions. Payu hid that condom under a toy truck, but opened it with his teeth, yet he kissed Rain's leg, so like . . . shit, Payu looks fine with his hair down.

The beginning of episode five is just horny on main from Rain telling his MOTHER that he was working on something else that was hard all night, and now we're just watching Payu work out before he peaces out in Payu's blue shirt only to end up in this! I refuse to acknowledge the colors because how did Payu find this boy AND WHY ARE THEY SCREWING AROUND IN HIS MAMA'S HOUSE?!

😬😬😬

Payu already claimed Rain to his face, followed him to his mama's house, and has gotten ultra possessive, yet Rain is freaking out thinking Payu is trying to ditch him. Rain is too smart to be this dumb.

A WHOLE ASS GIRL IS IN THIS SHOW! And Rain is just insulting her and her brothers after pining after her - "fruits" - really, Cloud Jizz?

The way I'm mad at these colors is the same way I'm mad at Rain for being upset that other people like his boyfriend. These two were made for each other.

STOP IT!

Number one rule of illegal race club is we don't talk about illegal race club.

I'm ignoring the wife talk the same way I'm ignoring the colors and the singing. I am God's strongest solider.

This legit should be the end of their arc and the fact that it is not just so Rain can get kidnapped is irritating me (yes, I know he gets kidnapped because my dash said so when it was airing).

Oh, look, a sweet flashback telling me they were meant for each other right before RAIN GETS KIDNAPPED!

These colors are on my fucking neck!

*eyes popping out of my head because the colors won't let me be* Yeah, yeah, yeah. He's gonna rip that suit off of you later and fuck you on the stairs of death then ride you. Yeah, we've all heard about it, now can we get to the kidnapping plot?

The colors are coloring on these two kinksters with Payu's "I like the sound, but not to ride" line like we don't all know what that means. So glad they found each other, but WHERE IS THE KIDNAPPING?! Does it not happen in this episode?! I thought there were only six episodes in each arc. Am I watching seven of just Rain ask the same damn questions of if they like each other?! Sonsito!

The colors are coloring so hard with Rain in his white tank and pink boxers (that he wore the first time they had sex) drinking white milk and Payu in his black shirt with his black tea cup and blue jacket hanging out on the chair. I HATE IT!

THE KIDNAPPING! The title card was "Sky After Rain" so let's move this along and give me my boy already! But also, if Rain was a rich bitch, this would've never happened! A delivery man asking for help? Um . . . better go find a buddy because rich bitches don't do manual labor. Finally, I appreciate that Payu's wild ass behavior of demanding Rain answer his calls paid off by him knowing something was up when Rain didn't answer. Now can we murder this bastard already for taking this awful picture?!

A comedian said that people only kneel for two reasons: God and dick, so this man is a dick who is about to meet God because he just said that he would have his men sexually assault Rain?! DRACARYS!

I have never been more excited to see the Bed Friend baddie! Not only because he is about to end this man's life, but also because he interrupted these two love birds making googly eyes at each other in the middle of a crime scene! And now Rain just said Payu was the only one who could screw him. WHY ARE THEY LIKE THIS?!

Rain is clearly a words-over-actions guy, but at this point it is OBVIOUS that Payu loves him, so I would tell him I don't love him just to be mean.

And now Rain is telling Payu he would harm him if he cheats. WITH WHOM?! The damn mechanic who has to keep running interference between you two AT HIS JOB?! Y'all are such a mess and fully belong together.

Oh thank goodness, it's my sweet summer child Sky finally!

And his red devil because Prapai has to be the red to his bestie's blue, no?

See, Rain is triflin' because Sky did not snitch on him dating Payu, yet Rain gave up his number quick. This is why I ignored their colors because Rain knows this is wrong, but at least it FINALLY gets me more Sky on my screen. The End!

HE FUCKED UP HIS CAR ON PURPOSE?! WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK, PAYU?! YOU HAD THIS BOY INDEBTED TO YOU FOR WHAT?! BECAUSE HE WAS PRETTY AND YOU WANTED HIM?! WHAT WERE THE REASONS, PAYU?! WHAT?! WERE?! THE?! REASONS?!

*takes off my glasses* These after scenes got me all the way fucked up, and even though I was fine with how they ended in the car this episode, now I'm mad as hell that Payu just offered up this fun little tidbit that he jacked up Rain's car so he could see him again at the very end.

🤡

Pushes play on episode eight

[camellcat]

WTFFF I thought thirteen would be my new girl crush love of my life heart eyes wife you-came-after-twelve-you-must-be-better-than-they're-all-saying bbygirl and then I had to sit down and watch as she told a man who (if he were not a murderer, of course) literally every regeneration before her would've LOVED and FULLY SUPPORTED that "the systems aren't the problem. how people use and exploit the system, that's the problem. people like you" </33333 !?!?

[widevibratobitch]

when i say i am obsessed with him

[hauntingblue]

Gear 5 luffy's laugh is so contagious I just hear the drums and go insane how does this work. What did he do to me

[brookheimer]

reading the reviews of this episode and remembering that most people are fucking idiots with very very strange takes