#the boys: dumbasses with no dignity

[blockedbykei]

manager!reader x tsukki please

karasuno team making predictions about who will be the first one to become a dad in the future, not knowing it will be tsukki 🫢

say that theyre having a reunion and all of them goes 0_o after seeing readers bby bump, you could do the rest tbh😭❤️

currently living off my mobile data 🙏 tysm for this request

— little easter egg here if u see it

the boys were always eager to place bets on things unnecessary. who can spike the most balls, who can drink the most milk, who can shove the most meat in their mouth without chewing it. they always bargained a few yens or free food.

it had rubbed on you a few bets later.

in the night before sugawara, daichi, shimizu, and asahi's graduation day, the whole team had decided to have a sleepover inside the gym. the boys set up their futons on the court, while the girls stayed at the stage, futons side by side.

but you were all gathered in the middle, clad in mismatched pyjamas, snacks tossed around, dinner melted in your stomachs. you were guaranteed that this night would hold a special place in your heart– something to look back to when change begins the next day.

"who's most likely to...?" kageyama falls back, head on a pillow beside hinata's thigh, a finger on his chin. "go to jail?"

you and tsukishima point at hinata. yamaguchi points at yachi, and she, including kageyama, sugawara, daichi, and shimizu, point at tanaka. asahi points at noya, as well as narita, kinoshita, and ennoshita.

"this one gets breaking and entering," kei says. "tanaka-san gets harrassment. noya for disorderly conduct."

you laugh and lean your shoulder on his, reaching over his lap for a mochi. you feel his nose tickle the top of your head, but it was one of the few subtle public affections he only gives you that night. kei bites on your dessert, glancing at you as a small way of expressing his gratitude.

"okay," hinata throws another pack of chips on the futon, bouncing lightly. "who's most likely to become a parent in the next 10 years?"

majority seemed to point at daichi and sugawara. they both gasp.

"why us?"

"you parent all of us!"

"we wouldn't have to if you all acted like you were properly disciplined," daichi says, eating a chip from koshi's hand. you missed the way the tips of his ears blushed.

"i think tsukishima here would be a dad first," tanaka teases. he cranes his leg and kicks his shin jovially. "eh? since you're the first one here to get a girlfriend out of all of us."

your cheeks flush, burning when kei gives you a quick glance before shrugging. nonetheless you shrug, placing your hands behind you to lean back. "i think kageyama would be a dad first."

ennoshita snorts. "i caught him talking to a girl the other day."

"he peed himself," hinata quips. "he was asking for his pen back, i'm pretty sure he'd be asking for his dignity back, too."

"fuck off, dumbass."

"i bet a thousand yen on kageyama being the first one to be a dad!" noya slams his fist, rattling the snacks on the futon. tsukishima scoffs, however ignored by the others as they buzz in excitement. "anyone on tsukishima?"

"me and yachi," yamaguchi raises his hand, lifting hitoka's. hinata joins them.

"what about me?" daichi points to himself. "i could be the first one to be a dad. i'm your senior!"

"a thousand yen on daddy daichi!"

"noya, you can't switch your bet!" tanaka yells. "stick to kageyama. i'm going with sawamura-san."

they look at you. "oh, i'm not joining."

"i am," tsukishima says. "i'm on daddy kageyama." he winks.

"please don't lose this bet," hinata pleads to his setter, hands clasped. "i don't want to lose a thousand yen. keep it in your pants."

"shut up, hinata!"

later that night, when everyone had laughed their way to sleep, you and tsukishima silently snuck out the dark gymnasium and into the open night sky, walking towards the football field and laying down in the middle of it, damp grass tickling your backs.

"seriously though, who do you think would be a dad first?" you ask him, craning your neck to the side to look at him. tsukishima was already looking at you, glasses askew, his eyebrows raised just the slighest.

"kageyama wouldn't get a girl pregnant until he's forty." he jests. "me though..."

his tone is playful, the way his shoulders come up to a shrug. you wheeze out and laugh, clutching your chest, even though it made you blush deeply. he only wrinkles his nose at you, but his smile reaches to his eyes. "i doubt, kei. i think daichi would be first."

"why didn't you say it?"

"you being their answer caught me off guard!" you argue, hands in the air. "whaddya think, though? should we let them win this?"

"i'm kinda surprised they think kageyama would be the first to be a dad considering he literally eye fucks a volleyball," he pokes your cheek. "i don't want to let them win though."

you pat his head. "don't knock me up until we're 41, 'kay?"

tsukishima got you pregnant at 27.

and while you were both elated at the sight of two lines at a cheap stick, it was soon dropped at the realization that you (technically he did) had let them won one of the bets.

("keep it inside you until you're forty!"

"i can't fucking do that, smartass.")

you both hoped that they'd long forgotten the 11 year bet, that the minute they stepped through the door, everyone would gasp at the sight of your growing belly and coo at the thought of little blondes running around your home and into their arms.

much to your dismay, it was the first thing they brought up.

"a thousand yen!" hinata exclaims, his hand already out to accept their cash.

they immediately hand out their cash in his palm before scurrying up to awe at your belly, all bent to face it. you place your hands on top, tsukishima splaying his fingers protectively on your hip.

"it's so big!"

"honey, don't say that," shimizu swats tanaka on his head.

yachi takes your hand in both hers, shaking in excitement. "how far long?!"

you smile. "four months."

kageyama, with hinata under his arm, approaches you with a grin so condescending. "i'm going to bully your child to death," he tells kei.

"i'm going to bully you to death, virgin boy."

"i- i am not a virgin!"

the rest of the evening was spent gawping at your belly. you'd only allowed asahi, daichi, hinata, yachi, shimizu, and the godfather yamaguchi to touch your stomach.

(yamaguchi had fainted when kei announced he'd be the godfather).

and while everyone else were occupied at the sport playing on the tv, you rest your back on kei's chest, body between his legs, laced fingers on top of your stomach. it felt like the sleepover back then; and you're too emotionally over the edge that it sends an overwhelming tear on your eyes.

tsukishima cranes his neck to look down at you and wipes your tear, pushing your hair behind you. "why you crying, love?"

"nothing," you sniffle, snuggling deeper into him. though he seemed to have read your mind, and placed a warm kiss on your temple.

"hey," nishinoya stands up, tanned arms stretching. "i bet a thousand yen little tsukishima here is a boy."

you and tsukishima yell at him to stop.

but 8 out of 15 voted for a girl (ennoshita, sugawara, yachi, shimizu, yamaguchi, you, tsukishima)

7 of those voted for a boy and strictly told tsukishima to train him to play volleyball.

those 7 players paid outside the delivery room when tsukishima came out with a babygirl in his hands, telling everyone that she was hoshi, who had his eyes and hair, but had your smile that he loved and adored.

[fariesoiree]

Lately I've been thinking alot about lovestruck Hobie with an oblivious reader. I'm talking like, man's completely WHIPPED. Doing backflips on his eyelashes to get reader's attention and they just brush it off as 'he's probably like this with everyone'. Bro's furious, desperate even. If you're still in the getting to know each other stage, he acts like a complete idiot. I don't see him as a person to blush or stutter around their crush, but probably do his best to make you laugh or smile, even at the expense of his own dignity. To me, in the movie Hobie seemed like a very physical touch kind of guy. I assume it would be the same with reader, his arms always looking for excuses to end up around theirs waist or shoulders. You best believe he's always got you in the back of his mind (you make him question his beliefs around relationships at least once a week).

Pls give me your thoughts on the matter 🙏 obsessed with the idea.

~☄️ comet anon

ahhhh my first emoji non! this is so exciting 2 me c: okok so i haveeee a fic kinda like this — not really ( he kinda stalks reader to keep her out of harms way )— where hobie is OBSESSED but i like your take on it too

to me, hobie is the textbook definition of a lover boy and it takes him a while to make it look cool bc he’s inexperienced in the actual real world relationship stuff. like, he’s had flings, he’s had short-term relationships, if you can even call it that, in the past. he’s had crushes bc he’s human. he’s not locked down emotionally. if anything, he’s wayyy more open than your standard run of the mill person would be.

i think he wouldn’t be confused when he first saw you and got that little drop in his stomach bc he’s not an actual dumbass. he knows what having crushes is. he’s confused bc he can’t get his shit together and can’t seem to leave you alone. he’s liked plenty of other people before but he’s stuck on you and your pretty smile and your shiny curls, as if handcrafted by a higher power.

and everyone else is like “hobie wtf” when he does shit so blatantly out of character but you think it’s normal bc you just became friends with him. like he’s laughing at every little thing you say even if no one else is and you grin pridefully bc the positive reinforcement is nice. it’s encouragement and you feel like you’re being accepted by a very kind guy but in actuality, he’s dying to get you to look at him.

like he’ll get so desperate he’ll start googling stupid shit. “how to get a girl to like you back” “law of attraction for your crush” and he knows he looks so stupid rn but any opening he can get, he’s gonna take it. he, himself, is thinking “hobie wtf” when he’s walking down the street and swears he gets a whiff of your perfume. and when you’re standing close enough, he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder in what you think is platonic, and use it an an excuse to inhale the scent of your hair products.

this man is completely and totally star struck and it’s not like him. i’m convinced he loves so hard. he has too w the way he acts canonically. and it’s not like he doesn’t believe in love, he just doesn’t fw the way society tries to force it down everyone’s throats. he sometimes catches himself imagining what it would look like if you two were actually together and if it’s something he’s willing to do, to actually work towards. ofc he is, btw. without a shadow of a doubt.

my hobie, the way i view him, is so unconventionally chivalrous. he’s not laying over a puddle so you don’t have to step around it but he is working behind the scenes, doing subtle things he knows you’d appreciate without asking and could possibly be overlooked. there’s not a single hobie variant that isnt absolutely star stuck all of the time around you. alllllll of the time.

[pervcoded]

cunt. starring baji, chifuyu

content warning: Aye this shit is evil. FTM misgendering- reader ‘passes’ but Baji is very diminutive of/disrespectful of his identity in this. Chifuyu is his accomplice. They are not good in this lol. Rape rationalizations, Dacryphilia (Chifuyu). Sadism (Baji). Hard non/con, reader uses he/him pronouns but Baji will refer to him as a female. degradation/humilation. Implied bajitora. Lots of cursing (fucks and shit, mostly). Wishing for death (brief ment).

Reader is referred to as: Man, Slut, Whore, Girl. Bitch. Boy.

Readers genitals referred to as: cunt/pussy, boypussy (1), clit/clitty. (small adjective) penis. Dick. Cock.

“What a fucking cunt.” Yeah. You could say the same thing. 

He pinches your clit cause you got too much attitude on your face. Brows too furrowed, lip too thick. Makes you look like a man. “I am a grown fucking man!” Yeah, you say that, but this pussy ‘tween your legs got Baji thinking a little different. 

It’s juicy and fat. Clit a mimicry of the soft thing dangling between his legs. It looks cute in the light when your legs are open long enough.

Flicks your little clitty and you squirm and writhe and he has to hold you down by your neck cause you won’t stop fighting him. That’s okay, though. He hasn’t gotten any in a while, can’t promise he won’t cum quick. 

“You wanna run around with gangs with this shit between your legs? Look! Pussy so fat it fucking dangles, y’all.” He announces to the crowd of one, your scowl deepening even as the heat seeks to melt your facade. He grips your calf and lifts your leg too wide, your thigh tensing and jerking painfully.

“Pussy like that… just begging to get fucked.” You mourn the loss of your dignity, your hands leaving the iron cable at your throat and darting to your shirt, fingers plucking at the dangling end to drag it over your delicates.  Baji doesn’t have enough hands to stop you, but he doesn’t seem to care, looking towards his blonde friend.

“Ever seen boypussy, ‘Fuyu?” Chifuyu still hasn’t entirely grasped what’s happening.

You’re from somewhere else. Different gang, probably. But you’re dressed down right now, sweatpants and hanes shirt and jacket, windbreaker. Baji mentioned a favor he had to cash in on. There was an apartment, polite old lady in the lobby, slow elevator. Hallways with The Shining carpet, this potent bad feeling,

Now you, bent in half on your own bed. Granted Baji’s doing most of the work, but it makes Chifuyu uncomfortable watching you contort that way. You’re all lines and edge and box and square. You got a little plush though; nice thighs, cute ass, tummy …

He’s gotten ahead of himself.

“Ah—No, Baji-san.” He comes closer at the curl of Baji’s finger. “Well get the fuck over here, then. Hold hi— ” Baji’s lip raises like he’s all boxer and bully, like he’s got another fucking stupid idea,

“Come hold her still, dumbass.” You buck at the accusation, suddenly so lively you actually clip his hip. Dumb bitch. His hand leaves from ‘round your neck and you take a deep breath, palms darting to cradle a crushed larynx. 

He jams a finger up your pussy and you scream. 

Maybe this shit is The Shining and you’re Missus Duval, because Johnny is here.

Fuyu is trying to kick off his shoes. How polite of him, you don’t think, as he clambers on the bed -  grabbing your hands and forcing them back into fluff and blankets. Looks nervous; but not as much as you are. You’re trembling, trying so fucking hard not to cry, and it makes Baji hard like fuck all else. He doesn’t afford himself a moment to contemplate the nuances of who you are—or to him, what.  Finger’s going in and out, but it’s not like you make it easy. It’s like fingering a crack in concrete.

Any hole’s a goal, and hole-y fortune smiles upon him now, he thinks. He’s hit the fucking jackpot.

And you’re not ugly or anything. Just too boy. If you were in Toman he thinks he’d put in a special uniform request with Mitsuya. Any whore shouldn’t wear a skirt past ‘er thigh - easy access is important. 

But you’d probably look like you’re playing dress-up. He’s got a slimmer wasteline than you, and he’s a man.

You’d make a really ugly girl. Need a bag over to head to fuck you— maybe shave off the happy trail, get your skin all nice, smooth. “Um, Baji?” Baji starts going for his belt. “Yeah? Fuck you want? Wanna use ‘er mouth? Go on, I don’t give a fuck,”  Chifuyu blushes piggy-pink, then says, “Nah, It’s not that boss… Ah, you sure ‘Tora won’t get mad at you?” Baji sucks his teeth at the mention of that cock hungry twink. “Who givesa fuck? If rabbit wants the carrot, he shouldn’t be surprised he gotta share it.” Kinda likes when that slut gets a little loose anyway, Baji can throw his weight around, bust his lip and Tora’ll love it. Probably ask him to do it again. Lick the blood off his knuckles and then give him head, get him used to the smell of your cunt on his balls.

Baji’s tugging on his belt like some dickless virgin, can’t slide the leather out of place fast enough— 

You’re still kicking, even if he’s got your leg tucked under his arm. Still think you got a chance, but you’re wasting all your damn breath on struggling, you don’t notice he’s got his cock out until he’s raising your hips to his height.

“F-fuck off!” The dog makes a face, showing you his top teeth all like “F-Fuck off!”, mocking you and shit. You’re not sorry you got caught selling on his block, but he’s making you a lot sorry he didn’t bash your brains in when he found you. You’d prefer the bloody nose, broken ribs, black eyes, punctured lung.

Anything but this, man, fuck— 

“Dude.” “Dude.” “Listen to me! Fuck—stop! I’m, I’m sorry alright? Just d..don’t— ” Whine whine whine whine whine. Yap yap yap. Blubber lips; so scared shitless you can’t even keep your drool in your maw. He spits into your babbling mouth, and you choke on it. Baji gets a good grip on your cheek and shoves your face down into the bed, lines himself up. “Shut up bitch. Just take it.”

Pushes the tip in just a little. Just get a feel for it. “Oh fuuuuuuuuuuuck. Oh fuck yes. Damn bitch, you’re ti-ight, ah,” he moans, nails in your hips to keep you still.  You buck like a filly with no home training, and he’s fixing to break you in, bareback.

It doesn’t feel good dry. He’s too big, the fucking bulldog, and you’re not high enough or drunk enough or fucked up enough to get your pussy wet. Or maybe your pipes are broken. That shit you take to make your jaw cut like that, flatten out your hips— that’d do the trick. Might not be an all bad thing though, he could probably cum in you as much as he wants.

“Sure you don’t want her mouth—fuck—‘Fuyu?” He pushes in a few more inches with a little wiggle of his hips. It burns. “Tight, whore’s tight.” Swallows, “I’m gonna break you in half if you don’t loosen up, bitch, c’mon,” Your back arches and your hands thrash in Chifuyu’s grip and you’re barking and fighting, and Chifuyu’s got this look on his face. Like he doesn’t know if he wants Yakisoba or Top Ramen. Baji doesn’t know what the fuck there is to think about. He’s muttering shit to himself, spine firepole straight and cheeks blushed beetroot red. “I don’t know Baji, I don’t think I can just… y’know?” You interrupt with a groan. He looks down at your heated face, tears skimming your cheeks. He doesn’t like how it turns him on.

Chifuyu shrinks away from that feeling physically, grip loosening a little on your wrists, and you take the opportunity to pull. Fuyu near hops out of his skin to keep you in place as your struggle revives itself.

“Nooo no no, fuuuck that! I’ll bite your dick off, I’ll fucking—ugh!”  The dark hared demon maintains the pressure on your hips. “What you’re gonna do, is back up on my dick. Quick and easy, slut. C’mon.” 

Baji wants you down to his balls. He’s only half-in and you hate it. Loathe it. Despise it. He’s humping with puppy precision and has wandering hands, grabs up on your ass, tits—lack thereof, only settling at the back of your knees to tug you forward. He brings his head up to meet his friend’s ambivalence, talking as if you’re not even there. “Fine. Fuck the slut or don’t ‘Fuyu, don’t matter to me. Better I get some than you, anyway.”

God you hate this guy's fucking guts. He better paralyze you after this shit, cause as long as you’re breathing, he’s destined to become dust, you will crush him and kill him and fuck him,

Fuck him,

ah. Your chest feels tight. All the scared that was chased off by your fight and flight surges back into you all at once, potent and suffocating. “S..stop! Please, just stop..” You sob, and Baji levels an unimpressed expression at you. “What happened to all that fight you cunt?” He taunts, jostling you. “You giving up on me now?” You respond with tears. Baji seems unmoved. Chifuyu’s heart aches bittersweetly, and his hard cock throbs in anticipation, watching the water delicately arc down the sides of your face, over your cheeks.

Chifuyu doesn’t hold you any more cause you just wanna hold yourself now. Hold yourself and cry, cry, cry. It’s freaking him out a little, watching a man be pushed to such distress, though of course he’s having more… conflicted feelings about it. If you get any louder, someone might catch you. With your pants down. Bent over. Cock five inches dick in your pussy. Imagine if your whole building knew you had one. You don’t know what they’d think - couldn’t fathom it, probably, and who knows; they might want a piece too!

Look at how much you hate this right now. You couldn’t handle the embarrassment. He won’t do that to you - won’t let that happen. You’ve already done enough, now it’s his turn. His hands move to the front of his jeans. “Ah, Baji… slow down.” The sound of pants unbuckling follows, denim sliding down thighs. A slow, incredulous laugh. “That’s what I’m talking about! Hold on Chifuyu… C’mon bitch. Move.”

Baji’s gets you into a better position, buddy ‘Fuyu lifting your chin and looking at the lost life from your face. Expression dazed? Stony even? Irrelevant, ‘cuz it scrunches up funny when he puts his tip in your mouth. 

You groan in what sounds like pain as he slides into your throat, but it’s gotten much harder to hear you now. You’ve gone gentle, twitching and hiccuping and crying, but no kicking, no punching. Baji’s a little sad to see the grit go.

You’re still so tight - and it’s starting to hurt instead of feel good. He grits his teeth, reaches his thumb swipes daftly at your little soldier. God, he’s never seen anything like it. Your hood is huge! Your little clit really does look like pinky-sized penis. Kinda glorious, in a way- it wobbles and twitches when he pokes it and it makes you writhe- if you weren’t an in incompetent slut you might’ve been able to get some place with that kind of ambition. He strokes you slow, and Chifuyu starts pumping in and out of your mouth.

Drags his dick along your tongue and it feels like sandpaper. Your jaw opens up a little more for him, and inch by inch you take it, til his balls are resting against your nose bridge all nice like.

“Oh look at that, girlie’s getting wet…” Baji rubs your slick over his finger, pinkish pomade stretching a slim film over the tip of it. “Maybe that dick is doing something for her, Chifuyu. C’mon, don’t be afraid to fuck the slut now,” Baji slurs, getting comfortable with Chifuyu’s rhythm.

In and out. In, and out.

It’s agony. They seesaw with the coordination of blind mice, Chifuyu resting his cock in the snugness of your throat, not as eager to move as Baji - who’s doubled his ministrations on your dick, trying to get you to open up more for him. Antagonism and hatred bubbles to the surface mostly, but your cock has started feeling a little more sensitive since Dickhead’s learned to stroke it properly. Stuck his fingers in his mouth for lube and is using his whole wrist to work you, two fingers diligently stroking either side of your dick. You groan and Chifuyu feels it, full body tremble as he grabs for your chin, determined to stay in your throat. “Keep- keep doing that, feels nice… ah,” The last thing you give a shit is making sure he’s having a good time, but it’s not like you can help it.

“Yeah… That’s it. Open up for me, bitch. Gonna fuck your cervix - make you suck my dick clean after you make me cum. You’d love that, wouldn’t you, bitch?”

You hope you choke on it.

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[starsologyy]

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ─ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 [𝟎𝟎𝟐].

002. ─── ✦ DRUNK IN LUV [SERIES MASTERLIST} ✧˖*°࿐

synopsis ─ [31 DAYS LEFT TILL THE EXAM] gojo takes home his drunk girlfriend, who's actually geto's little sister, and aka, somebody he is NOT suppose to seeing at all.

content warnings ─ alcohol usage, curse words, and etc.

NOV. 9. 2007. 8:54 PM. GOJO SATORU’S  POV.

satoru knows it’s a dumbass idea to be next to the girl he can’t have. especially at a public library he rented at night, but it was cheap, and no one could possibly blame him. 

if one was asked to elaborate on this institution of knowledge as a birthday venue, one wouldn’t classify this place as a profoundly enormous architectural masterpiece due to its inadequate funding, which lacks to achieve something grand in that matter.

 it’s rather pathetic, looking at it. the knowledge that surrounds them has insufficient funds to where they have lost the dignity to not plaster a scroll of edo period art on the beige walls. but the old lady who runs it; hired satoru a couple of months ago, doesn’t seem to care much.

and satoru isn’t shown to care either since he rented it out for a birthday party for teens who wanted to drink. (when it was only her and him together…)

yet, he feels as if the old woman does care somewhat. she’s bitter, rude, and slips insults off the tongue like the sound of books off the shelves (she wouldn’t be able to hear herself any other way at this age) when he does the shelving wrong. but she’s not always a senile old woman, satoru thinks. she’s nice enough to spare him from a five hour lecture to not spill a single liquid of beer on the ancient books.

 It was only four hours today.  

but never mind that.

he knows he should feel terrible, bottled with immense guilt because he hasn't told his best friend, suguru, about how he likes his little sister. and yet, satoru oddly doesn't feel any of those things.

and satoru gojo, he knows he’s fucked for his apathy.

“satoru!” kana whined, kicking her restless feet against his thrifted, acid washed baggy jeans, “i’m sooooo tired. do you have water?” she asked.

impersonating the spider web that hangs on the corner of the shelf beside them, his barrage of intertwined thoughts rip as he pops his head out of the cramped space and his eventual hangover to rapidly nod his head. 

the snow fallen haired boy soon passes her a bottle of water, watching her chug it.

satoru can’t help the grin growing on his face. “maybe you should go home, you can’t handle your beer.” he teases with a cheshire-like smile. kana scoffs at him before laughing a moment later.

she leans on the table at the end of satoru with a flirtatious expression, “accompany me home then idiot.” kana teases back, and the male’s crystal light eyes widen in a bit of a shock at that invite. the top of his mouth even shrivels as he tries to aimlessly smack his rosy lips for a bit of random moisture.

 “ah well—”

kana rolls her eyes. “my mom won’t see you! don’t be a pussy satoru.” she frowns, “i’m not some fling you’re hiding, am i?” she said as she gave him a side glare, and he rolled his eyes after he shook his head no. 

being afraid of your girlfriend’s mom and your best friend (her brother) will see you, is NOT the same as having another girl on the side, satoru screams within his head. he’s surprised after dealing with her temper and chaotic mess he hasn’t gone ahead and found a different girl yet, but that’s her charm (supposedly at least).

“okay, first of all,” he explains to kana. “if i was hiding you, i would cover up your face with a paper bag everywhere i went,” the boy laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she scrunches her face. “and don’t do that, you’ll get wrinkles and look like an old hag if you keep scrunching.” satoru adds in a sing-song manner.

“also, accusing me of being with other girls is also pretty much saying I’m with an old hag. like we’re 90 years old  and I looked at some girl at a bingo game because—”

“just shut up.”  she scoffs, pinching his cheek in response before settling down.

she doesn’t do it hard enough to hurt for long he realizes, even if he could technically handle it. satoru pretends as if someone shot him in the foot.

“OUCH!”

“FINE! fine! uragh, i’ll drive you home,  so you can’t complain to me. happy?” he shouts, pouting at the same time. though, it turns to an uncontrollable soft smile when the cerulean in his eyes rise as similarly unmanageable waves, to now mesmerizingly swirl in his pupils once it witnesses the sight of the joyful contortion of her lips. 

“really!? and don’t call me some old hag anymore! for the life of me.” she groaned, and he rolls his eyes to confirm his little tease will be over. 

kana smiles, forcing him up by suddenly jumping up from her seat similar to the cartoon characters plastered on the scratched walls behind him. satoru laughs boisterously at this, only to witness her also hop on his rather wide back once he also leaves the table,  wrapping her muscular arms around his neck to rest her head on his shoulder.

“you’re heavy!”

“fuck off!”

he clicks his tongue, holding onto her thighs to support herself on him. the silence between their lips pursue the delicate tread of the frail bliss known as comfortability. he didn’t mind the lack of their chat. It doesn't last long however. 

“seeeee, you know you like this,” she drunkenly cheers, her clumpy coats of onyx mascara with the shade electric blue on the tops fluttering lightly on her lashes as she takes in the fresh air once they step outside of the library. “how could you not love this? you should drive me home more,” she giggles. the alcohol seems to have set in, and her incredibly soft hair tickles his chin.

“and waste my gas? yeah fucking right,” he yawns mockingly, and she scoffs as she kicks her legs back and forth (ensuring to leave him a bruise for injuring her egotistical pride.) 

“ouch!”

“what’s with you and injuring me?” he grumbles. 

silence seems to have fallen off the thread of comfort now as he’s rather feeling uncomfortable from the sting of hard sneakers hitting flesh. 

her little ‘hmph!’ reminds satoru that it would mean dead silence between them, killing the conversation and giving tension between them as they both struggle to generate another, but he actually finds it opposingly soothing right now. 

they soon end up in his navy blue sports car, kana in the passenger seat as she rubs her eyes a bit. she’ll regret it later he realizes, but satoru stays silent as his engine rumbles obnoxiously loud, probably waking a couple of crying babies nearby. oops. not enough to wake her up though, so he hopes those moms would forgive him.

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the drive isn’t supposed to be long, but the time it takes to arrive to kana’s house stretches far into the greedy hands of eternity.  it desperately holds both souls in the stillness of the blinding rich glimmer from satoru’s sports car, and yet as dreadful as infinity may stretch,  he continues this sloth like pace, driving painstakingly slowly, and prolongs the inevitable.

the last time satoru gojo drove this slow, is when he first got it on his sixteen birthday and mommy wouldn’t pay to get scratches removed. 

yeah…

the reason he drives slowly though, is because he just doesn’t want to deal with what comes with pulling up near the drive through. yet he holds that breath of polluted city, or whatever how much a suburban town in the middle of nowhere can be considered a city, just at the center of his adam’s apple. kana sits restless, and exhausted at the same time somehow throughout all this.

she’s a bit naive, satoru thinks. for getting into a car with a man, to clarify. she trusts him sure, but caution lies clear in folktales of those who have been hurt by the ones they hold the most dear. 

she disregards fear like an idiot living near a radioactive plant. it’s impressive, but he’s the one who agreed, so he’s her neighbor in that dumb scenario. he stays silent as she rants about whatever drama could possibly conjure in the hellhole of the 2nd year of a suburban high school. 

but to be fair, she runs her mouth like an american sprinter about far less worse things than what he used to hear at his old, stuck up the ass, high school, before he got caught sneaking out at four am and was sent to this town like some mass isolation. 

“and then he said it’s not his fault he had to cheat because she just wasn’t getting his needs you know? but I was like nooo are you insane—”

…

“kana?”

…

“you there?”

he glances over at her, and his brows raise to the top of his head at the sight of the slight drool lining her glossed lips. the emergence of a buried sound of snoring in the rippling silence of a rural town where no one dares to stay up past twelve o'clock (or be faced with their mother’s rapid pull on rather sensitive ears) makes him chuckle. it’s amusing to watch, sure, but he quickly rests eyes back  on the ever winding road to not crash his expensive ass car into a boulder.

he really does need a new job. and soon. but maybe watching your girlfriend sleep should be a job in itself he thinks. 

satoru’s arms soon rest easy on his thighs as he gets comfortable with this road back to her place, just an easy step on the gas he also needs to refill. he’s unconsciously keeping a steady pace to not wake her up, but he denies it to the gentle, beating of his stone cold heart by saying he doesn’t have the cash to waste another gallon or purchase another tire to go over a pothole carelessly. 

also, he doesn’t want to wake up some family like he did a while ago. after another five minutes or so, they reach their destination.

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he glances over once more. “wake up ugly.” the cheeky boy provokes, pinching the chub of her cheek to leave it a hint more rosy than what kana normally brushes on her cheeks. 

“or else i’ll kick you out for not paying me back for gas.” he mutters to himself, his scarred muscles (from being outside more than some barbaric creature who resides in forests) almost shuddering at the thought of paying those ever increasing expenses. 

kana’s eyelids slowly rise to the sight of the slightest frown on the boy next to her, but they almost already fall shut once more from the alcohol she ingested a while ago. her lips remain shut while her head remains slugged on the back of his white leather extravaganza of a vehicle. 

“we here already?” she murmurs.

“just got here.” he nods.

a part of his aching soul is fond enough of kana, that as the girl holds near and dear inside his very calloused soul, he silently pursues the question of letting her sleep a while longer if her hangover needs so. but he disregards that thought. 

the longer he stays, the more likely he is to be caught. even if he wants his girlfriend to get the sleep she needs. 

kana raises a brow in turn to somehow telepathically question why he hasn’t launched some mischievous joke to wake her up. he can tell what she’s asking from that look in her eyes. 

 “since its your birthday and what not.” he quickly adds, as if to deny a disgusting softness that may cultivate in the gentleness of his self if carefulness continues to lack in the streamlining of hushed words.

“oh. okay.” kana sighs, a yawn escaping soon after as she rummages through the back of the car to find her onyx bag. it has a bountiful bunch of multivariety printed pins stuck to the painfully clear false leather of measly fabric and the same galore of cheap key chains stuck to the strap and zipper, but it seems more endearing than he is to her. 

he’s joking, obviously. 

there’s a quietness now as she continues to try to make sure she doesn't forget anything, and it’s usually familiar, but satoru feels a lump like he wants to gag and renchingly expel the hideous bile of his very stomach from its personification of a burden to ask why it exists. the silence from a bit ago was comfortable. now it’s noticeably not. 

why is she quiet? she normally talks his damn ears off when she wakes up, as much as he does her. it’s giving him an unfamiliar goosebump, similar to when he sees a seven foot male at his basketball games. essentially, it’s not good.

at all.

it shouldn’t be there, and his need for the expulsion of a cheap beer isn’t this feeling either. it’s not the same, even if he doesn’t like to drink very often and pukes after a sip.  satoru only drank beer today for kana honestly, but he usually sticks to more sugar cube filled mockery of these drinks more often than not.

she’s gotta be pissed off for sure, or satoru is in hell for not throwing away the empty milk carton from when he wanted cereal from this eerie silence. 

“you mad at me?” he hums, looking outside the clearness of his driver’s window (that he only cleaned yesterday to impress her).

silence again. he looks at her once more. did he wake her up too early? he doesn’t think he did (but men never know what they did wrong he learned). 

 “why would i be mad?” she scoffs, resting her bag in her lap as she then begins to pick up the things she keeps forgetting to get back from his abyss of a car every other time she enters his car. for example, like that vampy lipgloss from the dollar store, she keeps forgetting it, and always forgetting to take it back. 

“you just seem mad all of a sudden. i don’t know. did i suddenly fuck up, your royal highness?” satoru sighs.

“well, i’m not. you’re just reading inbetween the lines.” she glares out of the blue, and his similarly colored cerulean eyes droop at its very cold sight, like her being merely upset freezes him more than what winter may do in the essence of the common occurrence called frostbite. 

he goes back to looking away though, yet she can somehow notice a snowflake of shame as a glimmer in his eyes that she stares at quite often in the haze of her slugged drunkenness.

“so you are mad.” he states with a sigh leaving his lips after he does so.

she doesn’t respond for a moment.

“and if i am?” maybe she’s on her period satoru wonders. just maybe. 

“i drove you home though, like you wanted.” he seems to be insisting of a conversation that may drive him mad the more she could have the time to glare at him in this enclosure of a car. he shrugs, trying to open up a door that probably shouldn’t be touched. “did i forget to do something else? did you want flowers?—”

“just open the damn car door. im like a prisoner!” she responds, angrily trying to open the car’s side door after picking up her forgotten lip gloss. he grabs her wrist in a rather harsh manner, but it softens at the realization of a small wince on kana’s very face. 

“sorry—but, i wanna talk. i know you’re mad at me, but I thought we had a good time at your birthday party, and you know, i can’t understand why you’re mad all of a sudden,” he mutters, “and for being so dumb.” he

adds, and while he repeats the word ‘sorry’ like a broken cd, she knows satoru says his sorries and apologies as much as meteors appears in the very calming night of this town. or a tsunami and what not. 

satoru doesn’t intentionally hurt her. yet, it’s this time where retribution once more comes forth to punish the way kana’s senseless rambles attempt to shelter her from his notions of affection. he wants to know why he hurt her, but the countless occurrences she has pushed him away has comes to haunt her and her fragile femininity in trying to express herself currently. 

she shouldn’t need a man to help her feel better, she thinks. 

her endless polarity of moods continue to antagonize her in a manner that she will never be someone that she wants to be without agonizing over the smallest matters. it’s a shame when she looks at the worry in his eyes again that she's the cause of. 

they’re pure, and hers are troubled. she doesn’t know how to express herself in a matter of care and gentleness in which other women have been characterized to have known since their heart has beat.  

it’s easy to talk to the boy about anything but her feelings truthfully.

she looks down, because she feels the uncomfortable warmth lining her tear ducts. 

it’s weird, crying on your birthday, she thinks. especially over such a good guy like satoru, she just can’t get the words to slip as much as bile does after a crappy special night out. he carefully holds her for a moment now, as if she’s a fragile piece of glass, letting her head rest in the scent of his woody cologne.

“did you care when i was talking about that random girl earlier?”

huh? he thinks, raising a brow. she doesn’t know how else to distract him. she’s drunk. who’s going to blame her? 

“not really, but i guess it was fucked up her boyfriend cheated.” the white haired boy murmurs. “are you mad because i didn’t show interest, cause i was listening it only didn’t seem like it because—”

“because you were driving, i know.” he raises his brow at what could she be annoyed about if it’s not about that, but he stays silent. “i don’t know what i’m mad about then.”

he’s about to open his mouth but, “i don’t know. okay? maybe it’s because im buzzed. it just happened all of a sudden okay? you know i don’t cry often it’s just you know, you know? right?”

she’s repeating words like a mad man, he thinks. crying like a jester on display after a ball falls from the juggle of his rather childish act. she fits the role of one oddly enough, but he likes the spontaneity of it all. 

“so you’re upset at me because you’re drunk? because this happened all of a sudden you know?” if he says the words ‘you know’ one more time, he might bang his head. 

she nods. 

he sighs of some sort of minor relief despite not understanding it. “you’re always an emotional wreck after a beer.” he grunts, and she rolls her eyes, her fingertips obnoxiously wiping away her sudden tears as if she wasn’t wearing smokey eye makeup at the moment. 

she’s glad he’s not forcing her to say more. he’s glad himself he won’t have to provoke her to another mess of her drunken mind. he’s not equipped to deal with the mental breakdowns, but he still allows her to ramble endlessly about others, and then cry in his arms about nonsensical matters. despite him being the forbidden fruit she wants to taste his bitter lips, so she kisses satoru despite it all, savoring the sweetness of his love despite the fact suguru would kill her for dating his best friend. 

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implied child abuse and brief mentions of rey hitting dom

rhea x dom

before dominik had found himself within the safe haven he’d come to know as his family, and as the judgment day, it was safe to say he’d been loyal. loyal to the ones who had hurt him the most, in the most humiliating of circumstances. loyal to the evil in the world, in hopes it would see his willingness to bend to its will. loyal to the very core of his broken, battered little heart and his aching ribs. he was loyal to the man who created him from his own blood, his own doing. loyal to the man who made him feel like he was the size of an ant, looking on at the rest of the world, hiding in its hill to avoid the scorching of the hot midday sun.

without fail, he’d be waiting outside rey’s bedroom door after every fight they’d have. no matter how badly his ribs ached and the air he sucked in wheezed painfully through his lungs, he’d trudge himself to rey’s door every time. after all, he’d never known any different. this was what it was supposed to feel like, wasn’t it? it was supposed to be something you had to work for. love didn’t come for free, he learned that early on in his life. he knew he had to make rey proud. had to swallow his own dignity just to make rey look better, let everyone know /he/ was the hero and dominik was the dumbass kid that needed his daddy to come save him once more.

was it even a fight if the other person only cowered into themselves and took it?

through every fist thrown in dom’s direction, he’d only wrap his arms around himself and watch. he’d watch rey repeat the same routine, never once questioning why all of it was directed toward him and him only. he’d never ask why, only apologize and promise to do better. he’d watch in both fear and anticipation of what rey would do, and what he wished he would do instead. oh, how tiring it was to wait for an ‘i love you’ to even be uttered in his direction. taking an endless beating both mentally and physically every other friday, reminding dominik he would /never live up to rey’s legacy/.

so, it was safe to say dom had been loyal up until rey no longer wanted him around. whether the man would admit it or not, dom could see the way rey looked at him. he could see the true malice of rey’s intentions only when another person had told him how abnormal it was for a father to treat their son in such a way. even then, the stinging truth of the matter didn’t come to him as quickly as he’d like to admit. it came to him in a locker room after a particularly tough match, devilish eyes and gelled black hair that was slowly disheveling through sweat and what dominik had determined was dirt from hitting the floor.

it came to him with an aggressive hand grabbing the nape of his neck, thick australian accent somehow perfectly dancing the line of booming and whispering soothingly. realization came to him when the tank of a woman known as rhea ripley simply wiped his face with a kleenex she’d had inside her purse. no insults, no words along the lines of “boys don’t cry”, and no mention of being rey mysterio’s son.

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“you’re just a boy, you’re no man,” rhea whispers one night six months down the road as she cards sharp nails through dominik’s hair. “to no fault of your own, of course. rey wouldn’t let you be a man, but mami’s here to fix that, isn’t she?” she hums, her hold on the boy tightening instinctively when she feels him murmur something in agreement.

“mhm, yeah, mami’s gonna help..” he mumbles, his face pressing into her chest as she continues to pet him. though he was barely awake, barely coherent, he knew his mami would never steer him wrong in this cruel shit hole he’d come to recognize as planet earth.

in the entire six months dominik had known rhea, she’d never once steered him into the wrong direction. never broken him down into her hands like rey so often did. she only built him up, only licked his wounds and praised him for how hard he’d tried. so, who was he to question her? why would he question the woman who brought him safety and peace in the middle of the night when his entire world crashed down.

so, he had no reason to question the domineering woman who had completely destroyed every bad memory he’d ever had and replaced it with a warm, fresh, still burning one.

despite his fading awareness in favor of just sleeping it off, he perked his head up from the warm confines of rhea’s tattooed chest. big, doe eyes and thick lashes blinking up at her in adoration. he’d tried to just ignore it for as long as he could. he knew disturbing his family at night wouldn’t be the best move, as he’d learned the hard way with rey.

rhea knowingly sighed, dom’s bothersome thought metaphorically creating a giant storm cloud above his tired little head. “i can practically hear your thought process, babe.” she chuckles quietly, fingers scratching under his chin in that sickeningly sweet way she done so often at night in bed and in front of thousands within the arenas they often performed in.

“oh- uh- mami, can we turn the tv on? i don’t really like the dark anymore. bad things happen in the dark, ‘n i think they’ll go away if i can see you better..” he murmurs quietly, fingers twisting and tugging at themselves nervously as he ducks his head and awaits his answer of rejection.

rhea has to bite back a smile at his nervousness, finding amusement in her sweet boy in the calm of the upcoming storm. though she knows this question stems so much deeper than just a silly fear of the dark. dominik had told her many sleepless nights ago what happened in the dark at home, and she’d be lying if she said she could ever forget the way it stung deep down into her soul when he’d first spilled out into tears over a particularly dark and cloudy night.

“baby, we can watch whatever you want. we don’t even have to go to bed yet if you’re feeling up for some tv tonight.” she nudges his side, prodding and tickling at chubby hips until he can’t help but giggle into her shoulder.

‘mission accomplished’ she thinks, relishing in his soft and sweet giggle as she pulls him impossibly closer until he’s all but completely on top of her in a koala-on-a-tree-like fashion. used to this position, she skillfully turns the television on.

“what are we feeling tonight, sweet boy?” she hums, chuckling as dom only hums into her neck in response. she couldn’t deny how much she loved the moments where he relied on her for his everyday, mundane decisions. it was a feeling of trust shared between the pair that neither had never experienced before and will never experience again.

after what felt like an hour of scrolling (it was only five minutes, but dominik was still learning to be patient), he peered up at rhea through the fluffy fringe sweeping across his forehead with insightful eyes.

“can we watch south park?” he tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, lips parted beautifully and eyes big and wet as ever. as if rhea would deny him anyway.

“you could’ve just said that,” she giggles, shaking her head in fondness as her mouth purses into a smile wider than she could’ve fathomed just a few months ago. she stops to take his expression in though, holding back what could be deemed as ‘cuteness aggression’ as she studies his face. “while i can’t deny how utterly fucking adorable that face is, you know damn well i ain’t ever gonna tell you no.”

“even if i want the world?”

“then we’ll steal the world together. even the moon, if you want.”

and that’s exactly what she had planned to do. steal the world for dominik, rearrange the stars in a pattern he specifically created just for her to make.

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��So what color flowers do you think Marv would like to be buried with?”

Bill glanced to Ken as the kid made a loud squeal from his place on the counter.  The diaper incident was still fresh in mind but for the moment the kid looked content to stay solid.

Ken played with Danny’s legs before continuing his musings,

“We could go traditional roses, but carnations might have a better meaning and shit.”

“I don’t know shit ‘bout flowers.” Bill grunted as he dumped a large mixing bowl of dough on to the table. “But I want his ass cremated, going to put him in an hourglass. Maybe he’ll finally will learn time and place.”

Me-Mah tutted as she measured and cut the portions.

“That child was never one to think things through.”

“It kept Danny out of the limelight, didn’t it?”

Me-mah snorted as she glanced over,

“But, at what cost boy?”

“A hell of an ass whoopin for the most part.”

A voice chimed in, and Bill felt some color leech from his face.

“Ayyyye, didn’t know you were scheduled to hop in Jay! What are you doin’ on this side of the front?”

From the corner of his eye, he saw Ken take a sudden dive to the floor with a loud thump.

Everyone paused for a second to look at the space the man once inhabited.

“…you good there Ken?”

Ken let out a wheeze as his head popped back into view.

“..Just some fractured dignity.”

“Riiight.. So, I heard you guys had quite a busy weekend, mind catching me up?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it busy per se, but you know how- hey hey! Why don’t you not come over! you know what I’ll come over to you!”

Scrambling past the table tops Bill steered Jason back out the door onto the streets.

“You know I was actually going to ask Me-mah about a possible change in meal prep for next week, right?”

“And I can make sure she’s up to date and everything! No need for the higher ups to need to hand around you got your own projects to worry about!”

“Like the project you three have decided to take?”

“..I have no idea what you are talking about boss.”

Bill stumbled as Jason finally dug his heel as they came close to an alleyway opening.

“Now we can do this the easy way of the hard way Bill, and my night’s been headache inducing enough.”

With a gritted teeth, Bill trudged into the ally with little fanfare.

“So,”

Jason started through a puff of a cigarette,

“I would like to preface this talk with the fact that Marv will be fine. Some bruising and a concussion to match but no lasting damage as far as the doc is concerned.”

“Oh. That’s, good.”

“You don’t sound so sure of that.”

“No! It’s- it’s great that Marv is good an’ all but, this is the boss we’re talking about! That ain’t his usual M.O.”

Bill took off his hat and rubbed at his temple,

“I mean, I’ve seen the dude do a lot more for way less. No scarring? No disfigurement? Not even a broken nose??”

“And it was anyone else than it would’ve been so, but it’s Marv we’re talking about. The dumbass is the equivalent of a pittie in a sweater. Besides-“

Jay made a show of flicking the used bud into a puddle before shifting to face Bill and leaning a hip against the grimy wall.

“He had his gun in his holster, if he was trying shit, he would’ve went with that instead of a steel chair.”

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Home couldn’t come into view quick enough.

Unlocking the door, Bill dumped the bag in his arm before he made a b-line to the kitchen.

The kid had a set of lungs and was making it quite clear that he did not appreciate being hungry.

“It’s okay kid, let it out, good for the soul and all that.”

Bill started to bounce as the microwave warmed the key to his ears’ bliss. His mind couldn’t help but go back to his conversation with Jay in between Danny’s gasps of air.

“What’s the plan? Fling the kid from person to person? Playhouse until gets annoying and pass the kid around like a hot potato? I don’t think there’s a single person who went through foster that wouldn’t be able to tell you how that would work out.”

Gently, Bill removed the tot from his imprisonment before quickly scooping up the bottle and testing the heat on his wrist.

“Do you even know the first thing about babies? How to test their bottles temp and clean them? How about burping? What about Immunizations?  Or are you flying by your coat tails? They need commitment!”

It didn’t take as second for Danny to latch on with a content hum.

The quiet bliss could’ve been heroin as far as Bill was concerned.

Making his way back to the fallen bags, he got a glance at the small library that had made its home on his floor.

“What the hell have I gotten myself into?”

He could do this, he got his GED last year, so Bill was used to studying. He just had a bit of a time crunch to catch up is all.

“I don’t know shit about kids..”

One of the first things Jay did as soon as they properly introduced him to Danny was drag both of them to Dr. Leslie for an evaluation.

Bill’s original estimate was quite off.

The kid was about four months old.

Reaching over for a dirty towel, Bill shifted Danny to his shoulder and gave him some pats.

He wasn’t above admitting that a lot of what he was told went over his head, but a relative bill of good health was good news as any.

He couldn’t help but let out a huff of laughter when he noticed the kid’s face.

“What? What’s with dat look? Am I really doing this wrong Al-“

The sound that came out of the kid had no right being that grotesque.

Danny face smoothed as Bill looked down in mild horror as he felt new weight on the back of the onesie.

“..that wasn’t a fart, was it?”

The beginning of another spell of crying kicked the henchmen into gear.

“Right! Bath! Shit, don’t got one those bath thingies- uuhhh… right! Sink time Dano.”

Slinging the bag onto his shoulder, Bill went back to the kitchen and turned on the faucet sending a silent thank you to the two idiots who finally went home.

There was a bit of hesitation before he snapped the kid’s buttons off.

“Babies are messy Bill; they piss and shit and throw up to hell and back because it’s the only thing they can really do. If you can’t handle that then you have no right-“

With a quick shake of his hand, Bill made quick work of the kid’s clothes and diaper before turning his head to the side letting out a small gag.

He’s handled men’s entrails falling out of their bodies better than this.

Checking the temperature, Bill held Danny so that his back was to the faucet and started to splashing handfuls onto the mess.

“I know I know, not the most conventual cleaning but we’re going to have to sort that out tomorrow.”

Steeling his nerves, Bill fished out the baby soap from the bag and got to work.

“The things I do for yah…”

One freshly scrubbed Danny looked up with a giggle as Bill meticulously worked to keep the soup from his eyes.

A new problem emerged as the impromptu bath was over. There wasn’t a clean towel nearby much to Bill’s dismay.

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The sudden clearing of his work schedule via text made Bill pause before he tossed his phone within reach.

Letting out a huff he placed Danny onto the makeshift changing table.

“‘You need an adjustment period’ and ‘Can’t have you working in the high risk now and blah blah-‘ The bosses are acting like I’m some transplant now because of you.”

His complaints were unanswered by his audience though a small squeal of laughter did tug a smile onto his face as he plopped the kid’s rump back onto the clean diaper.

“Yeah.. yeah, yuck it up. Just so you know, this is a once in a lifetime thing goin’ on, so don’t expect me to pull a Wayne an’ bring you back any siblings.”

Dawn was breaking as close is ever did in the city.  The early commuters were starting their day and he bit back a yawn as he continued his work.

The two of them didn’t get to go back home until well past three. Both Jason and Dr. Leslie felt it consequential to give Bill a crash course in baby 101 and enough homework to reach his gills to boot.

Something that he was beginning to notice is that plans tend to not hold up when dealing with children.

Sure, Bill hasn’t got much range in experience with kids, but what plans he has made around Danny got shot through like a diamond store on a Saturday.

He planned to never have kids, and now that had one to take care of, he just planned to keep him clean and worry about everything else tomorrow but-

“Shit!”

Waving away the sudden cloud in his Face with a cough, Bill looked down at the scene in dismay.

What was once a perfectly clean skin was now powdered white up to a confused little chin.

“Come one Kid, up, up-“

Bill gently pulled them to a sitting position by the arms with snicker.

“We got the rest of our lives together kid.”

He started to try brush down the excess with a towel as he continued,

“Yeah, this ain’t goin’ to be easy, but hey, I’m in your corner for better or for worst.”

Scooping and wrapping up Danny in a bundle Bill took another glance around his apartment and tried not to grimace.

The kitchen window was patched over with some newspaper and tape and the carpet still had some questionable stains from the past.

As much as it sucked to admit, Bill knew his time here was limited.

A one-bedroom apartment was not good enough for a kid to grow up in.

The feeling a small hand brought him out of his musings.

“Bab bah.”

“You know that's very cute, but I just swaddled you for a reason. Phase you hand back under your blanket.”

With a gently poke Danny was once again fully engulfed.

“I’m going to have gray hairs by the time you learn to crawl, I can just feel it.”

That was another day’s concern, as for today.

“I think it’s time we go lay down for a bit. How’s that sound?”

With a small yawn from his companion, Bill eased into the couch and turned on the tv low with a sense of déjà vu.

‘If dad could see him now…’

And as he started to lose the battle with sleep a passing thought made him let out a small huff.

Maybe he’d give his old man a call, it’s not every day the family expands after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~

This has been an adventure. I started my tumblr page as a place to throw away my prompts so that someone else could get inspired and my brain wouldn’t hold onto them. I didn’t actually expect to not only use but finish one!

For all of you guys who’ve been following along on both tumblr and ao3, thank you.

Here’s to more stories to come!

[writemekpop]

You’re Mine | Nakamoto Yuta

Summary: Yuta is in love with you, but he catches you screwing another guy, and it drives him mad...

Genre: Angsty, friends to lovers, bad boy Yuta

Word Count: 1.2k 

Death was nothing in comparison the way Yuta felt right now. 

He would take death over how he felt right now, a thousand times over. 

No, this was worse. 

Forcing his motorcycle faster, Yuta roared down the highway. He had to be going a hundred miles an hour, if not more. 

What a sick joke. On the one day he would’ve loved to get picked up by the cops, he got away scot-free. Come on, where was a nice fat car-chase when he needed one? Anything to take his mind off the pain. 

All his pain, all his anguish, was because you had a boyfriend. 

And he was the biggest idiot ever to have lived. 

While he spent the last year stupidly, helplessly falling in love with you, you were railing some other guy. He felt sick with embarrassment. 

To think that he stayed up all night thinking of little one-liners so he could see your face light up in a smile. To think that he collected all the signs: the hugs, the winks, the things only you remembered, clutching them to his chest like a magpie’s jewels. 

And all along, you didn’t give a damn about him. 

The sight was burnt into his eyelids: you, in the corridor outside your college dorm room, your lips practically fused to that guy’s, like you wanted to suck him up. That fucker’s hand was on your ass, and you didn’t even push it away.

Yuta had been frozen at the end of the corridor. Only later did he realize that the pink roses in his hands had been fisted into mush.  

Yuta pumped the breaks. He didn’t realize what he’d been searching for till he found it.

Swerving into the mall car park, his wheels squealed and the air filled with the scent of burning rubber. He got a bunch of angry looks, which a small part of him was still able to appreciate. 

Soon, he was pushing into the cool, white space of the mall, full of girls just his age. This was it. He was getting over you. There had to be someone here who could take his mind off you. 

He used to look for beautiful girls all the time, automatically – he hadn’t quite realized that he’d stopped doing it.  

He couldn’t remember the last time he looked at a girl – really looked at her – but he started to now. 

Forcing himself to notice, to catalogue each of the tiny details. To notice who had great hair, who had a cute nose, whose makeup was a few shades too light, who would look great if they just took off that cardigan. 

But gradually, without realizing it, Yuta started to look for all the wrong things. 

Things like, this girl had eyes the exact shade of yours. This girl had the same lips. This girl bit her nail just like you did when you were thinking – which made him wonder what she was puzzling about… 

Yuta screwed his thumbs in his eyes to force the thought away. But it was no use.  

Like a boomerang, his body froze for a half-second. 

At first, he didn’t notice it. Some invisible force was tugging on him. It came from deep inside him, far from the reach of any rational thinking. 

Helpless, he turned back around and started his journey right back to your door. 

He barely noticed the motorcycle journey on the way back – not even to enjoy being honked as he swerved through the traffic. Only one thought filled his head. 

What a fool he was, to think he could just stop loving you.

There was no use in trying. He always would. 

He was standing outside your college dorm now. 

He looked down, and noticed that his hands were shaking. 

God, he wished he could hold his head high, pretend he had any scrap of dignity left, but he didn’t. He would get down on his knees if he had to.  

He would agree to be your sidepiece, or maybe just your toy. He would be your alcohol-fuelled rebound fuck, if that’s what you wanted. Heck, he might even settle for being your frickin friend, let you cry on his shoulder about your dumbass boyfriend, just to play his fingers through your hair… 

Because you were already a part of Yuta, and there was nothing he could do about it. No matter how many times you burned him, dragged him over razors, threw him out like trash, he would still come back, worrying if you were okay.  

The door opened. 

Yuta felt a little ashamed that, even though you’d clearly just been with a guy, your hair in wild tufts and your lipstick smudged, he couldn’t help thinking that it made you even more devastatingly beautiful.   

“I…” he started. All his anger, sharp as needles one second ago, had vanished. All he felt was a queasy mix of joy and nervousness. “I like you, Y/n. Like… a lot. And I know you have a boyfriend, but… I just had to let you know.” He shut his eyes, unable to bear your reaction. His heart was thrumming like a bird’s. 

“That- that’s not my boyfriend,” you said. 

Yuta opened his eyes. 

Your eyes were wide in surprise, your fingers self-consciously combing through your hair. “It was just a one-off. We didn’t even… do anything in the end. I guess we both thought we were drunk enough to go through with it, but we were… too sober.” 

Yuta’s heart faltered. So… you were single? He tried not to get his hopes up, but like the masochist he was, he got ‘em up anyway. Why were you telling him this? Could it be because you wanted him to know you were single? To know that you were lonely?

He was about to punch himself for reading too much into it, but then you cleared your throat and said, “Do you want to… come in?”   

His heart did a little drunken swoop again. 

You brewed some cheap-ass coffee in two mugs, sat on the bed and motioned him to sit next to you. 

“Yuta, I like you too. I didn’t say anything because, well…” you stopped, and he was shocked to find a teasing smirk on your lips. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t strike me as the love type.”

Yuta exhaled annoyedly, trying to look mad, but grinning like a kid on Christmas.  

“Me? Not the love type? As if!” 

You were both laughing now, the tension in the air thawing. 

“Oh, I see. You think I’m just hell and leather, don’t you? You don’t know about the French poetry I write… or my flower-arrangement classes. Not to mention my mad origami skills…”

The conversation flowed easily then, both of you high on the atmosphere, on the ripe possibility in the air. 

So when you did finally kiss him – dear lord, it was killing him waiting – it wasn’t awkward at all. It was perfect. The kiss was soft, and sweet, and gentle – perfect. 

You leaned back, and the look in your eyes said everything he’d been praying to hear: I’m yours. 

Yuta had never felt more grateful that he decided to turn around and take a chance on you. 

He felt like the luckiest guy alive.  

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[landograndprix]

Excuse me ma'am I'm 29 what am I doing at that boy's biceps disrespectfully?!?!

You're asking me? Girl, we're in the same boat here, I'm a full grown woman, why is this 24 y/o dumbass Brit making me lose my mind? Like..where's my self-respect? Where did it go wrong? dignity? Gone.

[sentanixiv]

The Donkey & The Ass (Rated T; alcohol)

Written to the advent calendar prompts of: - New horse, but it's a donkey - Lost and Found & "Care to explain how you ended up here in nothing but a union suit?"

- Sean encounters a very drunk Arthur Morgan riding into camp with a new friend, of sorts. Thank or curse @emmithar-blog and @danger-r-98-5 for the beautiful prompts they put into my advent. I adore them. 💕

Well if it weren't the most hootin' hollerin' hilarious thing that'd been seen in ages.

Right proper thing would've been offering a hand, a hat, or something of dignity, but Sean took pride in being anything but proper, so it was his hootin' and hollerin' that roused up camp the early hours of the morning.

And what inspired his being found all but rolling on the ground, holding his stomach because he were at real risk of laughing his breakfast up and out? The sight of Arthur bloody Morgan riding into camp, drunker than any skunk, half-fallen off a god-blessed donkey of all things, and wearing nothin' but his union suit. A step down from his birthday suit, but with it bein' a threadbare, worn-out thing, weren't much left to no imagination, if anyone were to catch his meanin' on that. And the man's humming some off-key song to top it all off, a serenade that no one needs to be hearin' at this early hour.

"What in th' fuck're y'doing, English?!" his wheezing demand, far and away from the cautious callout what'd challenge most on the approach to camp.

"M'riding in, dumbass," Arthur slurs as the donkey shuffles steadily forward. "What's it look like?"

The man's more than three sheets to the wind by his reckoning and Sean can hardly haul himself up from his arse where it landed in the dirt during the first guffaw. He manages with a mighty effort and grabs the donkey's bridle to halt the ride and the ass atop it from going no further.

"Sure y'are, King Arthur," Sean says agreeably, even as he moves to turn the donkey about to leave. "It's real cute, you thinkin' I'd let you tromp into camp when you ain't got a lick of sense left to ya."

Arthur's swipe at him nearly unhorses the man - though, reckon it'd be an un-donkeying with his steed being about as much a horse as Sean is . "What's real 'cute' is you thinkin' you got some sorta sway in it," he mutters with a chuckle at some slippery thought in his liquor-fogged head.

"Tell y'what, English," Sean says, taunts him even by the grin he bears. "Ye get this here donkey turned back around and into camp? I'll let ye be! But I'd put money on ye hittin' the ground 'fore anythin' more."

"He ain't Donkey!" The correction sees Arthur straighten up to his intimidatin' full height, no matter the lessened effect of it when it's done in his union suit, soaked in booze, and riding an ass. He blinks blearily and angles a glare at Sean what takes him two attempts to be within the same cardinal direction as him. "This here's Franklin. S'my good pal," he says, patting the donkey twice on the neck. "Been havin' some hard times, him. Mules're tryin' to take his work, so's… I bought him a drink." Arthur pauses, eyes unfocused as some recollection strikes him. "Well, I tried to buy 'im a drink, only them high society wannabes at the saloon said somethin' 'bout no donkeys allowed." He snorts, cries out indignantly. "No donkeys? What kinda hole-in-the-wall place says donkeys ain't allowed?"

The donkey - Franklin - brays and it's either in agreement, or annoyance that Sean clapped a hand down on his hindquarters to make him lurch forward and away from camp.

"S'right, Franklin!" Arthur leans over the donkey, arms laying lax on either side of his neck, and buries his face into his coat. "Yer a fine donkey, they don't deserve none of yer class, boy."

Sean watches as the pair amble onwards, the challenge of coming to camp forgotten. When they disappear into the predawn darkness, he hitches up his pants and nods, right pleased with himself. Turns back to his watch, only to near stumble into the face and person of John Marston - man what'd gone and manifested there while he was busy seein' to business. "Jay-sus, Marston, y'tryin' to stop me heart?!"

John's grin is grim, his wit dry as he replies. "You think I wouldn't've tried scaring you to death long ago if I'd thought it'd work?"

"Now don't be getting all sour, boy!" Sean admonishes, smoothing down his waistcoat, getting his scraps of dignity back. "It's unseemly and y'don't want to become ol' English, sourer than spoiled milk."

Reference to Arthur gets John's scrutiny off him and onto the indistinct shapes of the shadows beyond. "What was all that about?" he asks, nodding to where the donkey disappeared.

Sean scoffs. "Nothin' that the Irish Terrier couldn't handle!" he proudly proclaims. "Just Arthur bloody Morgan riding in on a donkey, drunker than a skunk and wearin' nothin' but his union suit, if you'd believe it!"

'Troubled' is how he describes the expression taking hold of Marston's face, followed quick by concern that's even faster drowned under irritation. "And that don't seem odd to you?" he asks, and it's a challenge by the sharpness of his tone.

"Morgan likes his alcohol and who'm I to be keepin' a man from the only passion he's got?" Sean keeps up the cheer, though he bristles some under the implications that he missed key details here. "Why's that got you up in a dander?"

John whistles sharp over his shoulder, Old Boy looking up and hauling himself about to trod towards them. "Arthur left here sober, on a damn horse, with his normal kit," he snaps out, grabbing at the reins to loop them over. He hauls himself up into the saddle. "Don't it seem odd to you that he'd come back with none of it?"

See, now that's a bit of sense that has Sean pausing, has him left standing in the proverbial dust as John rides hard past him to catch up to the wayward donkey. "I'm not sayin' you have a point, Marston!" he calls after him. "Just so's you know!"

Ehhhh, maybe he has a point. But it's a wee one and that's all Sean'll allow. Right? Right.

[deityoftherain]

50 fics: Empires SMP

I forgot to make this post when I hit 50 overall fics and 20 Empires SMP Fanfics! This is just a list of all the fics together ^^

Link to a Tumblr post with information about the fic: the ao3 link

all is fair in love and war*: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52699816

blood is thicker than blood*: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51211618

five attempts: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55651918

i really missed you, dumbass: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52482646

i'm just me*: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55474714

isn't that jimmy's hat?: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51797311

looking in the mirror*: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51759118

(not) a boy in a princess dress: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53026171

silver sanctuary: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55708342

silver wounds: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55381876

soulbound enmity, spare me dignity: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55516318

strangers to fighting buddies*: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51013171

strawberry tears*: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54354559

the cold is nothing compared to your warmth: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51345556

water & art: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52905865

The ones with asterisks are a part of my tales of the empires canon divergent AU :D

[beardedmrbean]

Sorry a third one, so I skimmed through the good times wiki. Oh it take place in the Chicago projects…while they never said the exact one in the tv show. But the opening and closing references it supposed to be in the same projects where the first candy man take place

Which raised further questions as did the Evans in the cartoon moved to the west side of Chicago since you know we blow up the projects

Also shit you not, the baby in the cartoon is drug dealer AND a crack baby as well.

Also like the trailer stated that the government put weapons into our communities…YOURE FUCKING CHICAGO. I LIVE IN THE FUCKING SUBURBS OF IT

Sorry modern black people, dude you intentionally overlooked how crime infested this city been LONG before the 80’s? We had an infamous serial killer here who was working during the time of our city famous world fair. The father of Walt Disney moved his family out of Chicago due to how crime infested it was

Also Al Capone? Who main base of operations was in this goddamn city? Hence why the 20’s Tommy gun have the nickname of the “Chicago typewriter”

Also we’re blue as fuck, so 99% of our government issues came from our shitty politicians like that dalton mayor, light foot, and the new dumbass mayor

I’m so pissed that I just bought the complete series on good times.

And this is animation, so everyone knows how long that takes

We could have

1.Black animation series inspired of a black boy who wanted to become a Marshall like Bass Reeves

2.A sci-fi cartoon where we pay homage to black nasa scientists and astronauts

3. Oh and we could have done a respectful collaboration with a Yoruba tribe where we used their history and folklore as inspiration for a cartoon!

Nope we got racist af stereo types of black people that hijacked a very important black sitcom in tv history name.

Stuff before this too Also shit you not, the baby in the cartoon is drug dealer AND a crack baby as well.

zero consideration about how many people they're insulting, there's more acting gigs than ever these days and while I get that they don't pay as much as they used to you'd still think people wouldn't lower themselves like this.

How I define dignity is different than them though.

Also like the trailer stated that the government put weapons into our communities…YOURE FUCKING CHICAGO. I LIVE IN THE FUCKING SUBURBS OF IT

can't be the residents fault, if it was then they might have to take some responsibility for the issue.

Sorry modern black people, dude you intentionally overlooked how crime infested this city been LONG before the 80’s? We had an infamous serial killer here who was working during the time of our city famous world fair. The father of Walt Disney moved his family out of Chicago due to how crime infested it was Also Al Capone? Who main base of operations was in this goddamn city? Hence why the 20’s Tommy gun have the nickname of the “Chicago typewriter”

As "big" cities in the US go, Chicago is pretty bad and has earned that reputation, city leadership has always gone on the progressive side of things too, been Dem forever so it's fun to watch them try to blame right wingers for their ills.

Also we’re blue as fuck, so 99% of our government issues came from our shitty politicians like that dalton mayor, light foot, and the new dumbass mayor

Like I said, lol

And this is animation, so everyone knows how long that takes We could have

1.Black animation series inspired of a black boy who wanted to become a Marshall like Bass Reeves 2.A sci-fi cartoon where we pay homage to black nasa scientists and astronauts 3. Oh and we could have done a respectful collaboration with a Yoruba tribe where we used their history and folklore as inspiration for a cartoon!

Nope we got racist af stereo types of black people that hijacked a very important black sitcom in tv history name.

Why create something original when you can just try to appropriate a classic and then make it so people are less likely to give the good one a shot.

As for #2 there, NASA is real good about covering all their bases on stuff like that.

Not a cartoon, but if you look through the NASA channel, I think it's on nearly every streaming service for free, Pluto and Freevee have a bunch too.

That and it's also on YT.

[deadbydad]

"Staring Problem" - A Vance Hopper x Robin Arellano Fic Request

This was requested by @virtuehorror. I love this ship and it's one of my favorites, so I hope you enjoy this cute fic!

"You know, you're not that good at being fucking sneaky."

Robin stopped what he was doing to stare up at Vance who was leaning over him with a smirk on his stupid face.

A handsome stupid face.

"I don't know what you're talking about stupid," Robin mumbled as he finished tying his bandana around his head.

The thing was, he knew that the other male was talking about. While the blonde was working out, all the darker skinned male had done was stare at his lover lift weights.

And how could he not, Vance was perfect. His blonde hair was always soft whenever Robin touched it, he was strong and could pick up anything, and his eyes always made the shorter male melt.

"I know that you stare at me Robin," Vance finally said as he watched the other male pack up his stuff with a roll of his eyes.

"No I wasn't," the darker haired male lied, not wanting to give up his dignity yet.

He heard the other male just chuckle from across the room, causing Robin to drop his bag and walk up to him with determination in his step.

"I never said I was complaining."

Robin looked up at Vance with a surprised look on his face, taken a back by that statement.

"I thought it was kinda cute that your face would turn all red like a tomato," Vance said as he rested a hand on Robins left cheek, making the shorter male forget how to breath as he stared into those icy blue eyes that seemed to have frozen him.

Before he could register what he was doing, the shorter male grabbed his lover by his shirt and roughly pulled him down for a kiss.

Vance and Robin had been dating for a few weeks now, and it was a surprise to a lot of people. The two toughest boys in school getting together was definitely something that others weren't expecting.

And to be honest, they weren't either. It was a surprise to them too.

Now out of the whole time they've been together, neither one of them had gotten the courage to pull the first move. Robin was expecting it to be Vance to be the one to initiate the first kiss, but apparently this relationship was full of surprises.

The kiss wasn't gentle, instead it was sloppy and rough due to the inexperience of the two boys and the pent up tension between them. Robin had somehow lost his bandana during the kiss but he didn't are enough to find it, the only thing that was on his mind was the feeling of Vance's chapped lips on his own.

Eventually pulling way to breath, the two lovers looked at each other in silence, the only thing that could be heard was the panting coming from the boys.

"Took you fucking long enough dumbass," the blonde muttered so that only the shorter male could hear him.

"Shut the fuck up." Robin pulled him back in for another kiss.

Maybe Robin did have a staring problem, but Vance was okay with okay.

As long as Robin's attention was only on him.

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I love this ship!

And I loved writing this request!

If anyone has any requests, I'll happily do them, just send them to me in my inbox!

I hope you guys enjoyed this fic!

Love you guys!

[pokegalla]

Requested by @theneurodivergentdummy

Surprise! My OCs got a question! Thank you again for asking!

How would my characters react to a beach ball to the face?

Hero:

* Baby boi was just trying to play with his pals in the water. He thought he could hit the ball with his tail and succeed- he missed and got bonked right in the face-

* He bust his ass in the water with a big splash. But he recovers quickly and laughs it off.

* Though internally he’s a little embarrassed…..he’ll be fine if you just help him up or Pat his back. Then you can start playing again!

* But I can assure you he won’t be missing again this time! Heads up!

Rubin:

* He just wanted to relax under the sun and catch the eyes of some attractive people around here~ But he only attracted the ball coming straight to his face-

* This guy fell like he just got one hit KOed into the sand. When he gets up, his face is literally red from embarrassment, ears lowered in annoyance.

* You better run if he finds out…..then again you won’t get far. He’s pretty fast. And he’s coming to throw that ball back-

* Might as well accept your fate. But maaaaaybe he’ll let you hit him back if he’s too rough. Maybe.

Arcane:

* She honestly was just passing by trying to enjoy some ice cream and “pa-toiing” ball hitting her right in the face.

* She’s pretty chill about it. Like hey no big deal. But you’re definitely owing her another ice cream, and extra money in case you might’ve broken her nose and she might need ice, oh and there’s tax on top of that-

* Yeah you end up walking away more broke then you could have ever expected-

* But no worries! She’ll treat you to ice cream! …….with your money-

Chiato:

* Now you would think this adorable bean couldn’t have POSSIBLY seen this coming! ……yeah about that- you hear a “pa-toiing” but the ball is flying back to you-

* He smacked it away just in time but unfortunately you got the ending receiving end of it- the amount of apologies he was making-

* And he was so sweet that he was worried that he hurt you but you can’t help but forgive him. I mean who wouldn’t?! He’s so cute 🥺

* And his happy smile makes it worth it in the end!

Lucius:

* How the hell did you convince this wild boy to get on the beach??? Well however you did it, he seemed pretty alright until the ball hit his face-

* Don’t expect that ball back. This feral boi ended up taking it out of spite, playing with it before accidentally popping it with his teeth or horns.

* Now you have a demonic looking skeleton on top of an umbrella, hissing like a cat-

* Luckily, all you need to do to calm him down and have him forgive you is give him food. He’ll be purring and nuzzling up to you in seconds.

Lisa (Me):

My dumbass would be the one to get hit by a ball to the face-

I would lay on the floor for a bit longer. You would of course ask what happened and I would simply say “I’m recovering my dignity one moment please-“

When I do get up, I’m definitely bonking you right back and telling you to be more careful.

No worries. All you gotta do is give me sweets and I won’t be mad-

Bunny:

Oh boy…..I hope you got dodging skills because oh BOY she will kick that ball back and it will HURT-

If you unfortunately got hit, well at least she will call an ambulance for you. Yeah you would be knocked out cold because of that kick-

But she will also visit you with food as an apology and make sure you’re ok. She’s just a bit of a Worrywart.

She’ll feel much better knowing you’ll be ok. Just expect to be spoiled anyway.

(And here’s pictures of the characters in order! Some have had a redesign!):

[eolewyn1010]

Dragging Frankenstein - Chapter 6

Victor's got mail, so let's forget all about that patchwork guy stumbling around!

Oh, so we can blame Elizabeth that Frankenstein sr. never came over to the university to slap some sense into his dumbass son. Greeeeaaat.

And how she gets whiny that someone else gets to take care of her sweetie Victor, as if he wasn’t basically her older brother. *sigh* EVERY WOMAN IS A MOM: 4

…this gets a double count because she talks about Victor’s siblings also as if she were their goddamn mother. EVERY WOMAN IS A MOM: 5

Plus, she always uses “we” and “our dear children”, as in, she as a parental figure together with what his her adoptive father and was already a pretty old partner to his actual wife. INCEST VIBES: 6

This family, I swear to God.

“My trifling occupations take up my time and amuse me, and I am rewarded for any exertions by seeing none but happy, kind faces around me.” …No, this sentence doesn’t drive up a particular count; it just legit makes me wanna slap Mary Shelley across the face. Woman, your mother fought for occupations that didn't have to be trifling, and for more meaningful rewards than other people's happy faces!

“Let me tell you about Justine who lived with us for years and whom you should therefore know well enough!” Another bit of this strange introducing-life-details-to-someone-who-should-already-know-them. Justine has been around for years even before Victor left???

But then, we quickly need to introduce her so she can die tragically.

“…through a strange perversity, her mother could not endure her.” I. I don’t know what to do with that sentence. Link it back to Justine being her father’s favorite, swallow down the bile, and set a count, maybe? INCEST VIBES: 7

“The republican institutions of our country have produced simpler and happier manners than those which prevail in the great monarchies that surround it.” – Huh. I’m genuinely interested in dissecting this alleged correlation.

“Justine, you may remember, was a great favorite of yours” – then WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU NEED TO REMIND HIM OF THAT???

“Justine was the most grateful little creature in the world” – y’know, it really undermines the importance of human dignity for everyone when Elizabeth makes such a point of how kind it was to let Justine partake in education etc. and how fucking grateful she is. Then it’s obviously not the self-evident course and you very much do make that distinction between “your equal” and “servant”, don’t you?

“her disposition was gay”, “restore her gaiety”, “I love her tenderly”, “she is extremely pretty” – aw, they were girlfriends. (Yes, I know that’s not what that word meant then. Let me have my fun.) DAS GAY: 16

“She was a Roman Catholic […] and her confessor confirmed the idea” – Elizabeth being a judgy Protestant, I guess.

Justine being sent back into an emotionally abusive household sucks. Poor girl.

And then the bit about William. I literally cannot even. “He has already had one or two little wives, but Louisa Biron is his favorite, a pretty little girl of five years of age.” WHAT. Yeah, yeah, play-dating among children, fine, except – William is eight, iirc. How many eight-year-old boys hang out with five-year-old girls?? What is the power dynamic there??

And why on earth is it necessary to apply this kind of vocabulary? “LITTLE WIVES”??? “HE HAS HAD [them]”??? “HIS FAVORITE”??? What the actual FUCK? What is this? Stop fucking sexualizing children hanging out with their playmates!

This paragraph made me hate William, seeing as it’s all Elizabeth tells us about his behavior / personality. Everything else is how nice he looks, fuck off.

And then it’s some city gossip and she’s finally done. Whew!

“In another fortnight I was able to leave my chamber”, “the sight of a chemical instrument would renew all the agony” – Victor is a real wimp. Kiss that career farewell, I guess.

Also, I’m amazed that his professors at university remember him enough that he gets to introduce Henry. Didn’t he, like, ghost them all two years ago?

I hate Victor’s attitude about his professors. Oh, how dare they torture him with talking about their subjects of expertise! IT’S ALL ABOUT ME: 6

And “M. Krempe was not equally docile”. Docile? That is your professor, you twat, not your servant!

Henry wanting to study Arabian, Persian and Sanskrit makes me love him a little more, ngl.

And… of course Victor is brilliant at those, too, and studies along with Henry even though that stuff doesn’t interest him. He’s just an all-around genius, I guess -.-

“How different from the manly and heroical poetry of Greece and Rome!” …Force him to read some Ovid and Aristides, see how he likes it.

“I felt this delay very bitterly, for I longed to see my native town and my beloved friends” – sure you do, buddy. How much time is passing!? Victor is just dawdling, I swear.

“I became the same happy creature who, a few years ago, loved and beloved by all, had no sorrow or care.” I SO PRIVILEGED: 6

But at least “Henry rejoiced in my gaiety.” *immature snicker* DAS GAY: 17

Time for the shit to hit the fan.

And after this long chapter with a whole lot of Nothing happening, the next one, where actions have finally consequences and conclusions are drawn, is really short. Pacing, Shelley!

[snapshots-of-the-young-egotist]

Shout out to myself

for getting into an accident.. blinded by the sun.. the thing about that though, is that it was actually my very best slash very worst accident. I didn't even hit anyone- I really don't even want to mention what I hit because it's srsly so embarrassing . Like, okay. You know those random yellow, stout poles? They literally are there just to prevent people from like cutting through the parking lot. Well guess what! It is also there to make you look like a complete dumbass because only a dumbass could drive through so much empty space and still manage to hit the one thing that in theory should be easy to avoid. This happened in the wal mart parking lot.. I was going to the far right and somehow just cut my corner too short.. and suddenly, there was a very loud crash followed by a pause and some cracking.. and then the laughter from the entrance of the store ensued... which is comical all in itself.. why check on someone when you could just laugh at them!? Right!? Right. . "Everyone inside the car was FINE, STANLEY" - my biggest regret there is srsly not getting out and taking a grand bow. It would've been so cute and I would've done a little curtsy. . So that was several days ago. . Got a little flashback when I went back to the same lot yesterday. Ugh. Last thing I need is my driving anxiety to come back. Idk I've yet to order a new lens. I went to auto for a few things.. I finally got one of those little circular things that pulls dents out and I'm so exited to use it, I've yet to use it. Had a moment of silence for my dignity because that flew out the widow when I went to check out. I get a feeling something is in my shirt and I just happened to glance down, and like some kind of ant or large ant was in my shirt. Very embarrassing to experience in a tank top. Won't go into further details.. but omg - - so with my luck, there were zero ratchets left in the $3.99 bin and I need one of those bad boys to take the front panel off. The thing about these fun tasks that I relish in, is taking something apart. It's exciting to have to memorize where things go. The drivers side lens was completely cracked- and there is limited exposure to the brake line.. but nothing that can't be fixed on a Sunday morning. Do I want to do this myself though! That is the real question.

I know that answer

[imperiumallaboveall]

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