#“He'll be down for murder and u can't do shit about it”

[puppetmaster13u]

You know what I need for a DCxDP crossover

Alternate timeline ghost/realms Batman who may or may not have become a god of family adopting the entirety of Amity Park. Like every single liminal or ghost, they're his kids now. Sure they have human parents in the living realm too, but they're all developing cores and need a realms parent too.

[regularme12]

Put on your comedy mask!

A/N: I garuntee you, everyone in the tk community thought this was finna be a tickle scene. So I'm making it into a fic!!!

Lee: Jax

Ler: Gangle(?)

Summary: Gangle don't like slackers, or debby downers. Lucky for her, she knows just the way to turn that frown upside down!

"Hi!! Welcome to Spudsy's!! In this video, you're gonna learn the ins and outs on what makes YOU a good crew worker! AND a valuable asset to the Supdsy's corporation." Gangle explained on the tv screen. Jax felt like he acctually messed up for the first time. If it wasn't for Gangle's stupid happy face, he wouldn't have been complaining about the work enviroment, she sent them out to do!!

"When did you make this?"

"Now I know what you're thinking," Gangle mocked, "I don't want a career in fast food. I wanna be a comic artist and eventually launch my own manga inspired webcomic. And it's cool to have dreams, but you also need to remember that they're all completely unrealistic, and YOU need to stop trying."

Jax was baffled that Gangle had the courage to do all of this shit!! Like yh, cut his pay, or send him home for the day, but this?! This was too much just for her, Jax dosen't know how or when he's getting out. He felt a little anxious and claustrophobic.

"But BEFORE we get into all that...first things first, are you smiling?"

Smiling? Is she insane?! Why would he be smiling when he was practically forced aganst his will to be there?! "Eh, no???"

"Why not?" Gangle looked scarry to the bunny man, how he got himself in this position, he has yet to find out. Then all of a sudden a chair pops out along with robotic hands. They forced him to sit down, and had his limbs stretched out to the bone.

"Wait-Waitwaitwait, uhm... No one can see this right?! hehe" The arms brougjt him closer to the tv where his face was squished upon it, then they brought him back to his prior position, llimbs stretched out, sitting in a chair.

"It's time for your employee evaluation.~" And like that, Gangle was out of sight, out of mind.

"WAIT! NO GANGLE!! I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU LEAVE ME HERE-" He stopped mid sentence, realizing there was no point in trying to call out for something that wasn't even there. "Great..." Gangle put on her employee evaluation video expecting Jax to follow along. He wanted to slouch back because if he's watching something stupidly boring, he'll want to get comfortable first, but it was hard with those damn hands not letting go, he couldn't even move a muscle if he wanted to, that's just how tight they made him. "Now I gotta watch this stupid s***! Hey, bud, you think you can lay off a little? This'll be so annoying if I can't get comfortable, and right now, I can't even move. It's p****** me off." All of the sudden, he felt a poke to his side. This caused him to jump, and let out a small giggle. Oh no... was this Gangle's plan all along?! To get me here so she can leave her murder weapons to tickle me to death?! This is SO not good.

"On my m************ SOUL, you'll be so f****** sorry if u let this peice of s*** tickle me the whole time you're so called 'lesson' is STILL F****** GOING!!! AGH THIS PEICE OF S*** SENSORING BULL S***! CANE I'MMA F****** KILL YOU! TRUST AND BELIEVE- AHHHH!!" Jax screamed so loud, that if that box he was confined in wasn't super fucking sound proof, from here to Thailand, everyone would hear his god awful screams for help, but help has yet to arrive.

"Gahhahahaa!! Pehehehehice of s***, let. me. GOHHOOHOHOHOH!!!" They started squeezing his sides at a fast pace. Jax has always been super ticklish, I mean for the years he can remember. But yet the only person who knows that is Caine and Bubble. Hence, how he even remembers how ticklish he really is.

"D******* ihihihit, Gahahahangle, when I gehehet out of here!!!" They were lightly dragging their finger up and down said bunny man's torso. Which was a little ticklish that made him lightly jerk, but wasn't too extravangant to where he was full on laughing. "Ugh... stop!! C-Can you guys... like speak e-english? Or at least ANY languAGE! NO NOT THEHEHEREEEE" The spot they went to just had to be his second most ticklish spot, his toe beans. They're so sensitive, to the point he can't do anything if it involves someone or something touching his feet. "GahahahahHAHAHHAAhahaha!! THIHIHIS IS TOHOHORTURE OHOHO MY GOHOHOJOD!" Jax was really in a pickle. How is he gonna get out of this?! What felt like 30 minutes had passed, and Jax was still in that same hold with those same hands tickling the same spots. One of them started scratching in the divots of his ribs with there really dull finger tips, which to Jax, is the reason why it tickled so much.

All that was heard was the clanking noises of the robotic arms when Jax was trying to pull his arms down to defend the now attacked spot, before he literally passes out, but to no avail. The room went silent. The tv was still going in the background, he thought to himself that someone was bound to at least notice his disappearnace and comes checks up on him. Then he remembered no one likes him there, I mean... maybe expect for Kinger and Pomni??

But Gangle can't let him stay there forever, right?! He was getting to his limits, his ribs weren't even THAT ticklish, it was just the way the hands were moving in those hollow spots that really got him going. "F******* FINE!! PLEHEHEHEASE!! LEHEHEHT ME GOHOHO!! IHIHI'M SIHIHICK OF THIHIHIS S*****!!" The hands finally let go, giving him a chance to breathe and calm down. His rapid heart rate and the sound of Gangle's stupid annoying voice he oh so hates, was the only ones audible to the naked ears.

Then they started moving, but not to let him go, oh no. It wasn't that easy. They moved to his ears. His worst spot. They swiped up it once, and Jax almost broke Gangle's dumb machine. "OH F****** PLEASE DON'T TICKLE ME THERE PLEASE I BEG YOU!! JUST MAKE IT ST-...." It went silent once again, then Jax started laughing.

"IHIHIHI CAN'T...." Again.

"F************ BREATHE!!...." And again. Then it turned to hiccups, and snorts

"*SNORT* PLEHEHEHEHASE GAHAHAHN... *Hic* *snort* IHIHIHI HAHAHHAD EHEHEHEEH....*Silent* *long inhale* *snort* *HIC*...." And then it went silent again. The hands finally let up, and Jax could faintly make out Gangle's outro for her employee evaluation video. The hands and chairs extracted, making Jax fall on his ass. Then he just lied there for a good 5 minutes. Then he fumbled to stand up, and stumbled his way out the door that appeared after the hands and chairs were gone. He looked like a hot mess, he was sweaty, his fur was sticking to his forehead, he looked exhausted, and he was all red. How is he gonna make up excuses when it's practically written on his face?!

"Wow Jax! Didn't think you'd survive that!! So??? Did you learn anything today???" Gangle appraoched him in her same old giddy attitude from before.

"I f****** hate you." Jax groaned.

"Why?"

"because... you're stupid f****** MACHINES JUST T-" He stopped hismelf, he didn't want everyone around him knowing he was insanly ticklish, or ticklish at all. So he dropped hjs voice to a whsiper, "You're machines just f****** tickled me, jacka**"

"Wanna go back?" She turned serious, but still had that shit eating grin plastered on her mask.

"NO! F*** NO!! You can't pay me 100 GS to go back there." He was relishing back at that moment where he was tickled to near death, and he shivered.

"Hehe, I knew you were insanley ticklish. So I hoped I'd tickled you into consideration about being a better coworker!!"

"Wha-?! How?! Did yo-?! Ugh... Bubble?"

"Yep!"

"Caine?"

"Mhm"

"God, I'm gonna f****** kill them both!!"

"Heheh... yeah."

"Well, anyways. F*** you Gangle, f*** this work place, f*** this enviroment, I could give zero s**** about how you wanna run and invest in this dump, but that's all you. I'm clocking out, I had enough today, and I'm gonna rest in my f****** car, with my f****** radio blaring in the parking lot, waiting for that a**hat of a boss to let us go back home, so I can beat the ever loving s*** out of him and his alliby. Oh, and not a word about this to anyone, if you want me to be a little better, follow those rules, and trust me." Then he walked out.

Ragatha looked up, all droopy and drunk, "Where's he goingggg? Ifff he can leaveeee then I for sureee ca-" She fell back on the floor with a thud. Gangle looked down, gave her a soft smile, and went along with the rest of her day.

[devoted-horror]

May I request a reader that hides behind them when she is overwhelmed or doesn’t wanna deal with people ? For Charles’s lee ray , Vincent Sinclair , the doctors and trickster (seperetly) fluff plz

a/n: it's pretty short sadly but i hope u enjoy it!! <3 anyways have u guys seen jiwoon nd yunjin's upcoming halloween cosmetics.... guys..... guys im down bad for them i fear...

includes: charles lee ray, vincent sinclair, the doctor, and the trickster.

warnings: typical slasher and dbd warnings, mentions of murder, i think it's pretty much just fluff but there might be some undertones of darker stuff?? like very very vague undertones that you'll probably honestly miss but. just stating it, in case.

CHARLES LEE RAY

Charles would, in all honesty, probably tease you for hiding behind him of all people whenever you get overwhelmed. It wouldn't be malicious teasing or anything like that, though he definitely doesn't know when to stop.

In the beginning of your relationship, he probably won't say it, but he likes that you feel safe enough to hide behind him like this.

He'll definitely act annoyed every time you hide behind him, maybe even roll his eyes, but don't let this fool you because he's shielding you away from the rest of the world and keeping you hidden from anyone who may be around.

And if you hide behind him because there's someone around that you're trying to avoid or that you just flat out don't want to deal with at the moment, then trust that Charles will take care of it.

He's not going to immediately resort to murder, so you don't have to necessarily worry about that, but depending on who it is and how they treat you, then yeah.

They may die.

It's an act of romance from him, by the way.

Nothing says 'I love you' quite like killing anyone who inconveniences you in some sort of way. He is a serial killer, after all. How else is he supposed to be romantic?

In all seriousness though, Charles does try to make you feel at ease whenever you find yourself hiding behind him.

He'll crack a few jokes, tell random stories of the past crimes he's committed, anything that'll help you feel less overwhelmed.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent is the only one here who would truly understand why you hide behind him, I think. He knows what it's like to be overwhelmed, wanting to hide away from everyone. It's why he spends most of his time in the basement.

He would never judge you for this, like... at all. He actively encourages you to do it, if anything else, because he wants you to do whatever makes you comfortable.

If he can help you feel less overwhelmed, then he will. If somebody has been bothering you enough to make you feel this way, then trust that he will not hesitate to step in.

Tourist, Bo, Lester, it doesn't matter. You're his top priority more often than not these days.

Shit, he'll put himself in time out if he somehow contributes to making you feel this way. He'd feel genuinely awful if he made you feel overwhelmed, honestly.

When he's overwhelmed, he finds that absently drawing helps to calm him down. He knows that not everyone finds comfort in the same thing, but he'll definitely offer you a pencil and paper if he thinks it might help.

But if you'd rather just make yourself comfortable behind him, then he doesn't mind. He'll continue whatever he was doing with no issue.

Though... if he's in the middle of turning someone into a wax figure, he'd rather you not be around during that. And you obviously can't hide behind him when there are tourists in town, because like... obviously.

But other than that, you're free to use him as a little shield from the world whenever you need.

It makes his heart feel warm inside knowing you feel comfortable enough around him to go to him whenever you feel like this. It makes him feel like he's doing a good job at this whole dating thing.

THE DOCTOR

Herman is a bit of an enigma here because while I don't necessarily think he'd mind you hiding behind him like this whenever you're overwhelmed, he's also not the nicest person to know.

Lover or not, he isn't the type to be nice when it comes to words. He's a genius and views himself as better than everyone else, and you aren't an exception.

Personally, he's never felt overwhelmed. Like... never. He had everything he wanted growing up, and he truly never believes he's in the wrong, even if he is, so he's never had that sort of anxiety either. The only time he's ever felt anxious was when he knocked his classmate out for the first time, he thinks.

So, while he doesn't understand it on an emotional level, Herman does understand it on a scientific level. A part of him can't help but want to pick you apart and study your brain for somehow finding comfort in hiding behind him, but he doesn't.

Herman loves you. At least, he thinks this is love. A considerable amount of tolerance, if not.

This habit of yours is just one of the many things he's not sure he'll ever truly understand when it comes to you. It's... frustrating, just a bit. You're an enigma to him. An anomaly.

He's never been a big fan of anomalies. Yet here you are, hiding behind him as if he were someone who would protect you from harm.

He'd destroy the minds of the many for you, he thinks.

Being who he is, both before and after the fog, you're bound to be safe if you stick by him.

So, while Herman doesn't understand why you feel safe around him, or why he doesn't mind your behavior, he certainly isn't going to make you stop.

THE TRICKSTER

Jiwoon is... not really gonna understand why you hide behind him whenever you're overwhelmed. He thrives under attention, positive or negative, so he can't wrap his mind around how you get overwhelmed by it.

But he most thrives under your attention, so having you hide behind him every time you're overwhelmed or done with people in general really just... feeds into his ego.

So if this is before the fog, it's definitely not something you can do in public.

Jiwoon doesn't care, he really doesn't, but as an idol, dating is like... not really acceptable in the industry, and Yunjin would literally have his ass if he was caught being lovey-dovey with someone and it wasn't part of a publicity stunt of some sort.

He does understand what it's like not wanting to deal with people though, even if he does thrive under their attention. He literally killed a sasaeng because they were stalking him, so like...

I don't think he'd explicitly offer to kill someone for you if they put you in a state of being overwhelmed, mostly because he keeps his whole killer business a secret but, I mean, he would kill for you.

The moment he finds out who has you feeling so overwhelmed, be it by you telling him yourself or by other means, they will be dealt with.

And when the person who has been stressing you out so much lately is suddenly found murdered, Jiwoon is right there to help you deal with the overwhelming shock that may come with the situation.

Not long after the gruesome murder, The Trickster releases a love song with haunting background vocals. Fans and critics alike are trying to figure out who the mysterious voice is, but no dice.

No matter, fog or not, he will be a loving boyfriend and let you hide behind him however you please. Your attention, more often than not, is one of the only things that matter to him.

[kuni-is-daddy]

Sub Fusiguro's Hcs

MINORS DO. NOT. INTERACT.❌❌❌

omfg yall really gassed me up and gave me 10+ notes on my gojo hcs TYSM. This'll include Megumi and toji's FINE ASS omg.. im srry but jjk men 😩👑

This is a mix of female and male reader!

MEGUMI MEGUMI. 👑👑

Remember when gojo said "be greedier" megumi: I took that personally

He trys to keep how horny he'd be for you to himself but whenever you make him feel good it's burned into his mind.

The way you'd suck his cock and ride him so passionately. Constantly milking him over and over again until he's begging you to stop or he'll break but it just feels too good.

"oh.. fuck.. y/n please..please.. fuck me just like that...fuck just like that don't stop baby. Don't stop"

Megumi would eat you out passionately and slowly until you ask for him to speed up. He'd constantly ask if your enjoying it and live to serve you. Wanna cum on his face? Megumis already on bed waiting for you to sit on his face.

Sub megumi who wants you to suffocate him in your thighs.

Sub megumi playing with your nipples and obediently licking your tits as you want him too.

Sub megumi finding a spot during missions with Nobara and yuji to summon the demon dogs to take over, then jerk off silently after you sent a sexy picture of yourself.

"ah..yuji.. where did fushiguro kun run off too? Ugh.... How the hell am I gonna get scouted in Tokyo if he keeps running off and having gojo make us look for him all day😩😭I'm gonna beat him to a fuckin pulp. " - nobara

Sub megumi secretly wanting to have a 3 some with you and gojo fucking him until he can't stop cumming.

Sub megumi wanting to stuff your cock down his throat while gojo fucks him from behind

Sub megumi letting you fuck him in his sleep, checking his phone to see a picture of his sleeping face covered in your cum. (He'd jerk off to that picture later)

Toji fushiguro

So needy. It doesn't matter if your busy, tired or not even in the mood. Toji wants you on his body. He craves you and your touch like it's everything.

At work? He'll send a video of him jerking off and moaning for you. It'll be a total tease. Toji would flex his abs and muscles in his usual black shirt and naked underneath while stuffing a shirt or even other clothing of yours that reminds him or has your sent against his nose and rub his cock for you

"Shi-shit..y/n, doll..I'm so close. I need your help bby. Come home soon f' me~

I feel like Dom or sub toji would be addicted to you regardless. Something about you just drags him in more then money does in exchange for Killing.

Sub toji driving you to your favorite cafe or spot to eat at as a way to convince you to let him drive to the nearest parking lot or alley way and let you use his body

Sub toji sucking your cock while your doing work over the desk at home

Sub toji moaning loudly as you fuck him in a mating press.

"Mnm~ want your kids daddy~ oh fuck yes. Harder. Fuck me harder~"

Sub toji pulling over and carrying you to the backseat bridal style even if you punch at him or tell him to stop. Then eating you out like it's his last meal. What r u gonna do? Break him? Fuck him rough? Not let him cum? Great. Even better. Toji loves that.

He'd be your little brat even in public. He'd have no shame while you eat out with your friends as he sits next to you and touches you under the table.

Sub toji toying with a sorcerer in a cat and mouse chase. Getting turned on by their fear. The way they pant and breath hard as your tall and sexyy ass s/o(or whatever he is to you) is about to murder them. while he gets a text message

Y/N(Doll❤️): Come home now. I need you.

Sub toji quickly turning his attention and lust towards you. Wondering and now getting turned on by what you could ever need him for. How would you use him.

The poor sorcerer you didn't know he's now chasing down ruthlessly and not just murdering them, but everyone and everything in his way including curses to get to you💀💀. Dam you we're addicting.

IDK MUCH ABOUT TSUMIKI(Megumi's sis) :((

Sub TSUMIKI asking to 69 whenever you have the time. She loves your smooth tongue against her wet pussy. She'd bounce on your cock/strap pleasing to cum again over and over. Overstimulate her like a good girl until she cry's.

[yottabites]

What do you guys think about your bugs? Or in crosses and obsidians instance insect and Cleo.

Yotta gave a hesitant smile, "He's a good guy, a good worker, and all around really well meaning. He really really cares a lot about Mal and is a great friend to him, and I'm really glad Mal has someone like him backing him up. It's reassuring. It makes me happy knowing Mal has him if I'm not around to keep him safe." His smile faltered. " But.... To be honest.... Sometimes it's like he cares about Mal so much that.. it makes him a really uncaring person towards other people? Kind of like... He'd put Mal first, even if it meant stepping over anyone else. That's kinda harsh, and it's not bad to put Mal first at all, but... "

He sighed, "A nicer way of saying this is that he forgets he's not the only one who cares about Mal; Bug isn't the only person in Mals life who'd do anything for him. He won't tell me anything about Mal and the shit happening to him until, like, fucking weeks later? The hell? My fucking boyfr— u-uh, friend? Kinda messed up, you know. And he'll cause trouble and talk back to admins when that'll affect me and get my ass in trouble, as a handler, and it'll be my job to get him out of it. And just... "

"I don't know. Like I said, he's well meaning, but... I think he's the only one where it makes it hard to mix the line between coworker and friend— if he even sees me as a friend, it doesn't really feel like it. And, I just... As a handler, I try so hard to be understanding and get him out of trouble when I should be punishing him, and I really hate pulling the handler card when I want to approach situations as an understanding friend, but... I don't know. If nothing changes, it's just what I'll have to resort to. I care about Mal so fucking much, I could ignore everything else, but fucking Mal? Are you serious? Weeks later?"

He took a deep inhale, shaking his head. "But, yeah. He's still a good guy, I genuinely believe it and I know he is, he just.. hasn't really been all that great to me. I don't know if I could call him my friend anymore."

".... Damn." Matrix blinked. "Anyways, Hornet's alright," he shrugged. "Could stand to be down with more murder."

Hellbyte snorts, "Ehhhhhhh...... Not as much of an ass like other people, I guess. Didn't say shit about said people being an ass until I stood up for myself, though. I guess as long as he's not a pain in the ass to work with, I can't complain. Doesn't mean I like him, but it means I can tolerate him, and that's good enough. I guess he's been a lil nicer ever since I blew up, but... I dunno. Still unsure about him."

Cross rolled his eyes and hardly looked up from sharpening his blade, "Gets in the way. A pest."

Obsidian snarled,

"D̴̛̜͇̪̮͂͋̋̅̑̈ì̸̧̞̰͔̹̪͍̯̞̥̦̳͋̈́́̾͂͒̃͛͌͂̇̎̂̍̓̈́͜ŗ̷͍̺̺̼̊͆̅͛̽̐͋̐̑̆̆͛͝͝t̷̨̛͈̫̺͙̝͔̲͉͕̠͖͉̯̅̂̀̾̋̒̅̀͝͝ ̸̡̢̤̬̩̟̼̼͈͇͎̰̗̻̯̮̀̈́͊̍͑̅̌̎̿͘͝b̶̡̡̧̧͎͕͇͔͙̝͇͔̜̥̈e̸̟͉̥̳̪͍̼̙̞̅́͆̆̎̈̕͜n̷̢̯̘̯̪̗͔͕̦͉͒̈́͗̐͋̐͌̓͌͌͊̃̌̄͘͝ȩ̷̡͈̫̥̹̰̩̻̬̼̟̰͔̻̅͛̅̅̈́͌̍͑̓̿̂ͅa̵̧̢̧̮̗̻̥̮̣͖͇͍͔̦̼̲͐̊͗̂̏̔̓̄̂̓͑̾̚t̵̩̻͓̋̈́͛̄͆͐̑͊̍̀̂͂̋̚h̶̨̡̝̰̞̽̊̍̅̅̐̄́̎̑͗͌̊͘ͅ ̵̡͓͎̝̮̖̤͓̘̣̓̿͂m̷̨͇͋̄y̶̢̰͓̱̞̺̮̺̺̝̞͓͎̯͂̊͋̕̚ ̵̱̘̬̚f̶̼̮̻̄̃̃̿̈́̊́̂̄̇̃̓͐̏̂͘e̵̯͍̹̙̙͍̥͌̆̐̿̅͊͂̽̎͘e̷̡̛̜̩͓̦̬̫͖̬̤̓̽̂̈͗̄̌̏̏̏̈́̌̔̏͘͝ͅţ̵͉̬̫̞̬̜͙̦̾̂̋̉ ̴̳̻͓̰̱̦̻͍̘̗̼̒͛́͌͐̌̋͝͠ͅw̵̧̤̟̣͓̙̪̦̋̂́̆͂̓̓̎̎̓̕̕͝h̷̛̙̬̝̟̜̭̃̇̀̄̅̑̾̈̓̐͛̓͛͑͘è̸̢̨̧͖͙̗̩̫̠̲̺͍̤̟̠̈̕n̵̡̨̩͈͇̲̫̤͎̲͓̊̍͋̿̅̄̀̾́̐ͅ ̴̧͉̳̱̹͖̘̗͉̫̺̥̀͑̓͐̇̒͑͘͘͝͝Į̸̧̫̺̺̺̘͓̳̝̤͐̀̂ ̴̣̹̪̍̐̊̓̄̐͋̑́͑̏̀̈́̚͝ṣ̶̢̨̻̹̦̮͕̠̣̗̹̔̓e̷̻͔̳̼̫̗̘̳̼̱̳͂̂̐̆̽͜͝n̵̡̩̜̮͖̼̘̺̞͎̫̺͑̽̑̓̉̉̐͒̇̚ḑ̴̧̗͖̙̠̣̣̖̄̀̌͝ ̴̣̰̮̥̠̫̼͉͓͓́̔̓̀̂̊̇͑̉̃̒̌̏̚̚͜h̴̡̻̺̖̹͊̔̒͆͐̆͌͆̈́̅͘͘͝í̶̧̙̋̉̆̄̿͑͗́̀̄̆̍̚̚͝m̷̨̝͖̤̬̘͙̲̠͖̭̭̫̭̄́̈̃̌̒͂͂̆̒̾͊ͅͅ ̸̼̙̓́̇̓t̸͔̥͇̲͖̼͉̤́͑̈́̍͐̒̐͒̒̀̀̅͘͜͝o̵̻̗͌̿̚͠ ̵̦̭̰̞̖̜̼͉͖̩̓͂͛́̾̀̇̑̈́ḩ̵̰̜̘̥͓̤͖͉͔̯̈́̎̔͛̈́̓̅̚i̷̡̜̰̹̠̬̞̩̙̟͓̟̺̠̰̪͌̅͌̕s̴̢̛̛̬̤̲̼̦̩͑͆̂͒̈́̏̀̅͛́̓͠" ̷̞̻̹̫̲̭̲̬̲͍͖̳̎̄͆̔̅̀͠g̶̜͇̫͌͑̇̎͆͊͒̅̓̋̏̌̊͘͘r̴̡̨̖̣̥̠͈̾̀̏͝à̵̛̳̙̯͗̍̐̍̄͛͛͐̈̽̈̍̽͘v̶̪̰̥̜̺̘̑͑̆̊̓͐̑́͑͊́̚̚e̷͕̓.̵̛̛̛̛̤̋͊̈̌̓͑̇͝͝ ̵̛̣̓̅̈́̌̑̃̊̾͛̿͘͘

[therealbeachfox]

u/RaddicalCon

Okay, I am once again going to point to the last piece of advice: DON'T.

Seriously, man, I have yet to meet a single solitary person where henching worked out for them. I grew up with this shit first hand, I know what I'm talking about.

I also know that Abstinence Only Henchman Education never works, so here's my advice.

Don't sweat it. It's the Iceberg Lounge, and unless you're like me and working there during the one of the briefest of windows where Cobblepot's not in charge, you're going to be working for the big bad Penguin himself. Dude's loaded and has a dress code. You're going to get fitting for your own getup on the Boss' dime and there's not a better deal than that.

And, while I hate to fucking say it, if you're going to Hench for someone in this town, Penguin is probably your most stable and straightforward bet. And working the Lounge is probably the safest and least soul-defiling henching job you could find across all of Gotham.

This assumes, of course, that you give a shit about things like "safety" and "not being an absolutely horrible person". But if you do (and you're also willing to settle for running with a gang instead of being an actual hench) Red Hood's always hiring and we could use more people.

But you don't, stick with the Lounge. They'll stuff you into some black-and-white outfit (more black than white) and have you do whatever you're best at. Mix drinks, stand guard, be big and dumb and pretty looking for the guests, work in the back rooms doing accounting or cooking or mopping up the bloodstains, whatever.

Just keep in mind that while the Iceberg Lounge is pretty damn safe by Gotham standards, that whole 'neutral ground where no one gets into a shootout with someone else just cuz they happened to sit down at the same bar as the guy who murdered all their friends last week' thing breaks down sometimes, especially when outsiders get into the mix.

Shit, the time I worked there, the place got attacked by fucking assassin-ninjas trying to slaughter the whole place. Real fucking bitch of a night, I tell you. That kind of shit barely happens more than once a year, though. So.

But yeah. Wear what you're given. Don't ever put on a top hat, don't ever carry around a cane or umbrella, and you'll do fine. Just be aware that Cobblepot makes use of everyone who works for him. He'll have you blackmailed and in so deep you can't see sunlight before the first paycheck even arrives, and you'll get to learn just what sorts of atrocities you'll commit to stay alive and employed real fucking quick.

I quit that job the moment he got back in control of the place for a reason.

is there a style guide/dress code for gotham rogue henchmen out there somewhere

[tatakaebomb]

Getting Along

ꕥ Pairing : Shinichiro x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : From enemies to fucking on the kitchen countertop.

ꕥ Word count : 1.8k

ꕥ A/N : This might be a lil ooc but still works. Sorry Waka, i needed u for the plot :( This is me coming back to writing ~

ꕥ TW : 18+, smut, rough sex, dom! shin, creampie, unprotected, cheating, fingering, choking, teasing, praise, bratty reader, use of slut once, mention of cigarette, dub con but not really, reader is wakasa’s girlfriend, shin’s big dick - i think thats all.

Again. You're about to be left alone with him AGAIN.

Wakasa knew very well that you and Shinichiro never worked well together and any time you got forced to hang around him it would start arguments.

It began way before you and Wakasa started dating, the bitter feeling of rejection never leaving Shinichiro since you curved him for his best friend -and ever since then, the tension just kept growing.

You really tried in every possible way to get along with him but it could never happen, he'd always say something that ended up setting you off and you wouldn't be able to keep your mouth shut. You always told yourself that it was only right to keep trying , for your boyfriends sake at least.

But you didn't expect this tonight. Not tonight.

-

This was suppose to be your special day - the day only you two would spend together - but of course Shinichiro managed to invite himself to your place once again without any notice.

You were happily making dinner when that asshole walked in like he lived here, like he always does.

It completely killed your mood to say the least, but once Wakasa got off the phone with Benkei telling him he'll be " right over " , you finally snapped.

" Are you fucking kidding me? Waka - its our anniversary ! " You crossed your arms, turning around from the stove to face your boyfriend with a pout.

" I know baby, i'm sorry - listen " Wakasa tried explaining how Benkei got in trouble and how he needs him, getting closer to you and stroking your shoulders in a shitty attempt to excuse himself.

" Should i... leave ? " You heard Shinichiros voice come from the living room and you rolled your eyes, opening your mouth to say something only to be shushed by your boyfriend.

" Nah Shin, keep her company while im gone - ill be back in a few "

You didn't have time to react as your boyfriend quickly slipped his shoes on and left the apartment, completely ignoring you cursing him out as he shut the front door closed behind himself.

" Fucking asshole " You muttered under your breath, your head hanging low as you took the food off the stove and set it aside to cool down, burning your finger in the process.

" - Shit " You cursed, dropping the wooden spoon you were holding on the kitchen floor.

" You good ? " Shinichiro's voice startled you as you bent down to pick up the spoon making you instinctively turn around and throw it at him.

He dodged it, holding in laughter at the fact you look like you've just seen a ghost.

" Yeah, i'm fucking great - can't you tell ? "

You muttered annoyed trying to ignore him while taking a large bowl out from the kitchen cabinet, chaotically grabbing the ingredients you needed.

" Can i - like - help you with anything ? "

You sighed and raises your head as you cracked the last egg into the bowl,

" Do you know how to make brownies ? "

-

"You told me you knew what the fuck you were doing ! " You yelled out, waving your hands around trying to keep it together as you saw your kitchen get messier and messier, flour spilling everywhere from the cup Shinichiro was shakily holding.

" I don't fucking know, Emma texted me the recipe - blame her ! " He yelled back, getting in your face while you couldn't help but laugh at how this man managed to somehow get flour in his hair.

" Why are you laughin - fuck this,  i need a smoke " He expressed, bringing a cigarette from his pack to his lips and getting ready to light it.

" I swear to god if you smoke in my apartment - i'll fucking murder you " You calmly said, looking at him dead in the eyes.

And just as calmly he kept eye contact as he flicked the lighter on, the intoxicating smoke quickly making its way around as he inhaled.

You impulsively stepped in front of him, cursing at him while taking the cigarette from between his lips causing him to exhale the smoke right in your face. You choked while he grinned at you amused making you back him further into the wall, bringing the lit cigarette up.

" I'll put it out on your tongue " You warn him making him mockingly put his hands up while sticking his tongue out.

" Bet you won't "

“Hah” That's all you needed to hear, you brought it closer to his mouth and in a split of a second he grabbed your wrist, turning you so you're the one pinned against the wall.

You look at him dumbfounded, your hands shaking making you drop the cigarette on the tiled floor. He steps on it, getting closer to you while pinning both of your arms above your head.

" Get the fuck off me, you idiot " You mutter , your heart beating out of your chest as you look up into his dark eyes noticing his gaze noticeably changed into a more serious one.

He chuckled as you struggled against him making you even more mad. The tension grew between the two of you as you tried to get your words out, stuttering until you finally managed to speak.

" Quit playing , im serious - we need to finish before Waka gets bac-"

You get interrupted by him as he looked down at your lips with an emotionless expressions,

" You have chocolate around your mouth"

" Huh? " You began licking your lips instinctively,

" Wher-"

" Here "

He suddenly crashed his lips against yours, letting go of your wrists to drop his hands to your waist, bringing you in closer.

You gasped into the kiss, not knowing what to do until inevitably giving into it and kissing him back.

He pulled away, looking down at you speechless while you avoided eye contact.

" What - why ? " You asked breathlessly and without answering he picked you up, continuing to kiss you before placing you roughly on the kitchen counter.

His kisses trailed down your jawline to your neck as you hesitantly tangled a hand in his hair, your breathing quickening as you pulled him closer to you.

" Fuck - Shin " You let out a quiet moan, your head tilting back as you shut your eyes letting him slip your dress up.

" Because - i’ve always wanted you " He breathed against your neck, biting down on your collar while slipping two fingers into your wet panties, sliding them to the side.

" Shit - this is - ah - fucked up " You let out a loud moan, biting your bottom lip as he began working his fingers in and out of you slowly.

" Mm, do you want me to sto- " He paused once your body shook against his, a faint " right there " leaving your lips before you shook your head in embarrassment.

" Here ? " His dark hair fell over his face as he picked up his pace, not breaking eye contact while his fingers kept rubbing against your spot perfectly. You bit on your lower lip to suppress moans while feeling your legs starting to shake.

" Nu-uh "He took his fingers out making you whine at the loss of contact, your eyes glistening as you stared into his.

He grabbed you by your neck forcing you to look at him, a small gasp leaving your lips as he began undoing his fly with his other hand.

" I wanna hear you , what do you want ? " His lips twist into a smirk.

" Please - want you -" You mumble incoherently under your breath as you feel your body tremble more and more under his while he lines his cock with your entrence, teasing your clit.

" Mm? I didn't hear you " He continues rubbing his head up and down your slit. You pull him closer to you, your lust filled eyes staring into his.

" Need you inside me - please " You let out a whisper, digging your nails into his back as he slowly slipped the head inside stretching you out.

" More! " You moaned against his ear, your finger nails dragging along his back.

" 'So greedy - what's my name ? " He slowly took his cock out as you desperately buckled your hips up.

" Shinichiro - please " You cried out and he snapped his hips against yours without warning, burying the whole of his length inside in one stroke.

" Fuck - good girl " You rolled your eyes back as he starts moving, kissing on your neck while continuing with long slow strokes. You tugged on his hair, bringing his gaze to meet yours.

" If you're gonna do it - ah - do it right " You half smiled at him.

" Shut the fuck up " He shook his head and chuckled before kissing you again, rougher this time.

He picked up his pace, roughly drilling himself in and out of you, rubbing against your spot with every stroke making your stomach curl.

" Ah - like that - 's good " You exhaled, your head falling back as his hands gripped firmly around your neck.

" Fucking slut - should of thought twice before rejecting me for him huh ? " He groaned against your lips as you desperately grabbed tighter onto the counter top, your legs shaking as you felt your orgasm approaching.

You mindlessly murmured in affirmation to what he said, your eyes rolling back while you feel him deeper and deeper inside you.

" Shin- 'm gonna - " You moan out as he crashed your lips on his.

" Cum for me " He quickened his pace helping you ride out your high as you chanted his name out of breath, coming undone under him.

You felt his dick twitch inside you , your eyes meeting his again as he began groaning louder, his hips starting to stutter against yours.

" Fuck - Y/N -" His head tilted back as he gave in a few more lazy strokes before filling you up with his cum, whispering your name under his breath as you took in the sight still trying to catch your breath.

The two of you silently stared at eachother, the only sound being heard was the sound of your heavy breathing while you both try to process what just happened.

-

" I'm home -" Wakasa voice was heard from the main door as you hum to yourself, twirling around while placing the food on the table while Shinichiro quietly scrolled through his phone.

" I thought one of you would be dead by now "

He chuckles, nearing you to place a kiss on your cheek while you looked at the dark haired man with guilt.

" No, we got along just fine " Shinichiro confidently says, his head propped up on the palm of his hand as he looked at you innocently smiling back.

“ I guess we did “ You break eye contact, looking down at your food and playing in it as your smile slowly faded.

“ That’s goo-“

Wakasa pauses, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he takes a seat at the dinner table next to you.

" Y/N, were you wearing the same clothes when i left ? "

[blustalker]

What it's like being roommates with Jeff, Ben, and Toby in a dingy apartment headcanons (platonic)

• Ben would nag you to play video games with him but if he lost he'll get pissed and go in the game and hack it

• Eye drops all over the apartment since Jeff leaves them everywhere and keeps losing it

• Toby and Jeff would try and attempt to cook something. You have to supervise them while they are testing out this waffle maker

• They stuffed it with hot dogs and eggs it wasn't half bad solid meal

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• You brought your date around the house, beforehand you had to force them to clean the whole place

• Ben shoved all his crap in cabinets and drawers

• Jeff didn't do shit and made more mess

• Toby is the only one who helped but not without complaining the whole time

• Once you and your date came over it was dead silent, no one in sight. You guys were sitting in the living room chatting when the tv turned on by itself

• Oh you knew what was coming suddenly Ben pops out of the tv and crawls out of it. Your date never went there again

• Every time you bring your date over they take turns scaring the shit out of them and track it down on the scoreboard score. Whoever has more scares wins

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• When you came home upset from whatever happened they tried comforting you.

• They ended up stealing money from a store and y'all spent it all shopping

• Everyone has mood swings so you'll hear shouting here and there

• Music blasting at 3 am from jeff's room

• Bribe eachother with chores or blackmail

• Be careful where you step there might be sharp objects and shit on the ground

• Takes each others clothes after laundry day They accidentally gave each others clothes don't know which is whos

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• One of them has a shrine of slashers they really look up to. Ben likes Patrick Bateman, Jeff likes Billy Lenz, and Toby likes Norman Bates

• Need to replace the xbox controllers a lot cause Ben always throws it

• Jeff punches things to take his frustration out so there are a few holes on the walls

• Toby asks you to punch his stomach while doing pull ups cause he thinks it'll make him stronger it really doesn't do anything since he can't feel pain

• Jeff and Toby sometimes bans Ben from video games cause he usually cheats

• Ben and Jeff were play fighting. Jeff got too carried away and accidentally stabbed Ben. Toby called you to go home and deal with them

• Go yell at Ben to take a shower

• If you're going through something and too tired to do chores they'll do it instead

• You all got pet fish but it died a week later. Ben tried giving them Monster

• You once bought one of those cold cases murder mystery to play it with them not even 15 mins in and they got it right. They bet whoever solves it first doesn't have to do any chores and sore losers has to pay for food and do everything in the apartment

• Whenever you play jazz they pretend to be in a horror movie to freak you out

• When you all watch a horror movie they'll be very sarcastic and exaggerate their reactions

• You blackmailed all of them to dress like the heathers and they blackmail you to be their Veronica

• Whenever you would play video games Ben would randomly pop up in there and give you a jump scare

• You joked to them about them being your guard dogs so when you went out they started barking at everything you never made that joke again

• They purposely piss you off by taking your words literally "What? you told me to piss off"

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• Whenever you start having crush they make a plan on how to get rid/test this new person

• Your date just sees three scary looking men behind you without you knowing

• Ben and you have moments where you laugh at nothing

• Noise complaints all the time you guys almost got kicked out. Don't worry they took care if it meaning sending a warm message to your neighbors

• When you asked what happened to the neighbor they'll just say "they probably moved" and leave before you could ask anymore questions

___

ill give you a smooch if u reblog

this is them playing as the heathers💀

[ckret2]

#billll honeyyy u need some mahogany or ur not getting anywhere 🥺#in this metaphor if. if gold leaf is knowledge & flattery then perhaps. carving could be those difficult conversations#it's fiddly it's complex it's arduous & time consuming & ur probably not being paid enough. ur back & eyes ache#there's splinters in ur splinters#but eventually u start to see what u got in front of u look a bit like the pattern in the brief#& u know ur going to be there Forever correcting the wobbles & lumps & it won't ever really be finished because#once it looks right u still have to treat & varnish it. & u gotta polish it & u gotta worry about woodworm#but if it's carved in something sturdy. like oak. like mahogany. & if u take care of it#it can last forever :)

Yeah exactly.

Bill's a shitty carpenter and he's never performed that much (emotional) labor in his LIFE; but on the other hand he's also never been trapped inside a small house with the looming fear of death hanging over his head where he can't disintegrate anyone who displeases him. He's gonna learn how to make friends because he's got no choice. And when he really really wants something, he's also extremely fucking stubborn.

The third hardest part is getting Bill to take this seriously enough to do the work; the second hardest part is convincing Ford that Bill actually honestly is taking it seriously; and the absolute hardest part is convincing Ford to give a shit, considering the betrayal and torture and murder attempts and universe endangerment.

But by the time I'm done with Bill he'll chop the damn tree down himself to make a tabletop if he has to. And he probably WILL have to.

A relationship—of any type—platonic, romantic, professional, whatever—is a piece of furniture.

Bill giving Ford the secrets of the universe and the answers to ancient questions and all sorts of esoterica and occult knowledge? That's gold leaf. Financially valuable. Pretty. Distracting. Optional.

Thirty years ago, Bill spent several years building a table with Ford. And he pulled out a bunch of gold leaf and painted all over it—giving Ford little glimpses of the future, little useful nuggets of info—and Ford said, damn, that's the fanciest table I've ever seen. Look at how it shines. Aren't I lucky.

And then came the portal test and Bill smashed the table with a sledgehammer.

And then, as Ford was left with the shattered pieces of the table, he could see for the first time that he'd brought sturdy solid oak legs to their table construction project, but Bill had only brought cheap-ass Ikea particleboard for the tabletop. Particleboard and gold leaf.

Now, thirty years later, Bill says he wants to be friends with Ford again—he tries to buy back his friendship with offers of power and knowledge—he's painting gold leaf on a broken table. He's looking at Ford and saying "hey, how come we never use that table anymore? Pal?" He doesn't acknowledge that it's been smashed in half. He won't even so much as admit he brought flimsy particleboard.

The thing is, Ford likes furniture with gold leaf. He likes the knowledge, the secrets, the gifts. But all the gold leaf in the world won't coax him to try to have lunch on thirty-year-old trashed particleboard. He'd rather spitefully scrape the gold leaf off into a baggie and take it home and leave Bill and his stupid table behind.

As long as Bill keeps caking gold leaf on splinters, he's never getting anywhere. He won't get anywhere unless he admits the particleboard is busted. Until he tries to fix it, realize it's too crumbly to repair, pries it off, and brings a proper damn tabletop to attach to those legs—and on top of that he'll probably have to beg on his knees for Ford to risk handing the legs over again.

Bill's a shitty carpenter. Good luck, Bill.

[stay-corner]

[grocery shopping - changbin]

warnings: none, just a fluffy little blurb haha

words: idk but less than 1k i think

me: the bag is so heavy ㅠㅠ

binnie🐰: i'm sorry. be careful!

me: 😵

binnie🐰: how many sweets did you buy??

me: not a lot

me: just

me: enough to satisfy me ^^

me: i don't even know why the bag is so heavy

binnie🐰: maybe your arms are just weak lol

me: WHAT DO U MEAN >:((

of course, the one time you go grocery shopping without changbin, you happen to buy a lot of stuff. you really only went to buy some very basic things, but you ended up getting... so many snacks...

the shop is only a swift 15 minutes walk away from your apartment, but because of the heavy bag you are doomed to carry, it feels more like an hour, or maybe ten. a hundred years!! it really doesn't help that changbin is now spamming your phone with petty remarks. ("see, this is why you should work out with me," "this wouldn't have happened if you just waited a little for me to get ready," "wet noodle arms y/n, it's ok, it makes you even cuter :P")

you're fuming by the time you reach your street: your shirt is damp, sticking to your body uncomfortably, and you're huffing, panting heavily from all the effort. your legs quiver slightly and sweat starts dripping down the sides of your face and neck, but seeing your building, you feel a bit better. that is, until changbin sticks his stupid pretty little head out the window, cheeky smile on his face, gaze fixed on your form.

"woooh!! come on, you can do it! there you go, weightlifting fairy y/n!! haha!" he hoots, wiggling his arm around in mocking encouragement. you don't even have the energy to shout back at him - though you really want to, he's so embarrassing - so you simply settle on a murderous glare; one that lets him know you're not playing around. still, he can't help but giggle annoyingly, disappearing back into the apartment and closing the window.

you sort of hope that he'll come down the stairs and at least help you climb them, but instead you find yourself going up the stairs alone. the moment you see your apartment door, however, you only see bloody red. changbin opened it, and he's currently waiting for you with a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. your head hangs low, defeated, as you finally, finally, get the bag inside, dropping it in the hallway and moving quickly in order to take off the sticky shirt and to ignore his incessant teasing.

changbin goes to grab the bag, entirely curious of its weight, but before he even gets his hands around the handles, your head snaps dangerously towards him.

"changbin," you mutter, his hands enclosing around the handles, "don't you dare laugh at me," you continue, eyes squinting, but he's already lifted the bag, and at this point it's too late. he bursts into a fit of giggles, that grow into a hearty laugh, his body doubling over.

"y/n, oh my god, y/n," he wheezes, now kneeling on the floor, hands supporting his weight, "y/n, this is so funny, wait 'til the guys hear about it-"

"NOT. A. WORD."

the only sounds echoing through the hallway are your lighthearted smacks against his back and his high pitched wheezes at the fact that the bag is, in fact, not at all heavy.

based on a true story ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

i just felt like writing a short blurb abt what just happened to me TuT i totally think changbin would make fun of u if u struggled with the grocery bag, but then he'd feel bad about you having to carry it all the way home, so he'd make it up to you for teasing in the end bc he's a sweetie!!

- lunar

[evacado3]

Someone requested Samuel relationship hcs, but my dumbass accidentally posted my reaction🙄. So I deleted it but here you go anyways.

Samuel Seo hcs

Word count: 730

If I'd had to pick a place where your first meeting was, it's most likely in the office. I feel like he doesn't really have that much of an eventful life outside of work

He was probably interested in your passive character in the interview, making you his new secretary

Invites you on just a 'friendly date' between boss and employee, but admits he does in fact feels something for you

At first, when you guys started dating, nothing changed

Not much physical affections in the first week

At work, only because your his girlfriend, doesn't mean that he'll give you an automatic free pass

In fact, presumably gives you more work

Expects more from you cause your the girl he, Samuel Seo chose

Cold af during work time, no exception, barely felt you were dating

Until he becomes a gentleman who opens the door for you after off work

The damn butterflies, how did you fall for him even more

Insists to drop you off, so you muster up the courage to ask if you could visit his place

He'd purse his lips to hide his smile, mutters a small yes, can't lie that was the fastest U-turn he's ever made

The guy undeniably uses those aesthetic vanilla scented candles, I know it, you cannot disagree

His room smells heavenly, and even more organized than his office

Ocd freak, Do not touch his papers, I repeat, do not touch them papers

That's a red zone, will get mad ok, like, very

Lends you a big ass shirt, one that flows to your knees

Has cold, black silk sheets, sooo comfortable while snuggling in them titties I apologize

Would take the relationship seriously, I don't think he really goes around playing with women, I mean does he have time for that?

Suggests that you move in after about a month, to assure that you are committed and that you aren't inviting over other men

I do feel like he's isn't the type of guy who says "I love you", but will gladly show you

You'd fix his tie every day before work, it has become a form of affection

Also, fix him an easy healthy bento, he'd finished it all

Will suggest that you stop working, as a director he makes more than enough, kinda wants you to stay home more

Wouldn't force you though, but if a male employee chats with you, he suddenly learns how to teleports

"Mister _____, get back to work, those papers I requested aren't in yet."

Jeez the death glare sends shivers down the man's spine, has never talked to you again after that

But he wouldn't want to make the relationship open to everyone, does wants to keep his private life a secret

Drops you off at the bus stop so no one sees

Yujin definitely knows though, did offer you a gold badge

You are most likely to not know about those dark secrets behind workers, joined cause your boyfriend was in it

Probably gives you the silent treatment if he's pressured, might rest in his studies instead

Does apologies for his attitude, coos you into forgiving him

After that, rules are set that arguments should always be resolved before bed

Apologetics cuddles, let you mess with his hair, trace his tattoos, and opens up to talk about his shit day

Another thought is that his s/o is actually a few years older than him

I mean, who the hell gets a job as a director at 19 unless you a gangster like sammy over here

You'd probably be a little more mature to handle his random moods bipolar ass

The only time you saw him in that feral mode, is definitely when someone tried to touch or hurt you

Nah cause please rescue the guy if you don't want your boyfriend to be a murderer

Doesn't calm down till the person's knocked out cold

He might have stopped in front of you but will ruin his life behind your back

Possessive, the good part is that the man can fight, so wear what you want mama

Your daily routine consists of touching his tits

I do not apologize for the last sentence.

But honestly, I don't think he'd be too fun to date, more of a workaholic. Shows minimum affection, but is completely free to snuggle at night. But take this seriously,

there's no backing out from his love

[forbidding-souda]

idk if im doing this right but,, could you do saihara x shsl mathematician! reader?

Shuichi Saihara with a SHSL Mathematician S/O

turn my swag on ok my history work makes 0 fucking sense i'm so unnerved like how can people read complex stuff and just understand it like ??? i don't understand shit if it isn't said at a reading level of at most 10th grade. this is so stupid just talk normal u get nothing out of being fake intelligent by using big words lardass

^ it might also be because i have such idv / my dark vanessa brainrot that i literally can't think of anything else so trying to do work in that class feels like a punishment from god

i'm gonna be a scoundrel and ask people what they wrote down as answers.

currently listening: die in a fire by the living tombstone

playlist: for my book

-Mod Souda

❤ You can help him in a lot of departments. When it comes to doing investigations around a school, you can double in as a teacher - gathering information from the inside. You can also force your way into businesses, governments, land surveying, and some engineer work. Being a mathematician above all else makes everything you say sound extremely intelligent; you're good at getting people to believe whatever you say. When he thinks about your SHSL he thinks about its versatility. You're also pretty good at predicting things like the places a culprit would be in comparison to the victim - you can do equations in your head as quick as a blink. Pythagorean theorem is the most useful here.

He doesn't tell you that he knew you didn't go to bed last night until the car starts, leaving you trapped inside with him. When he brings it up, you look out the window, your mouth forming into a playful smile that you try to hide.

"It's not... healthy," he says. "It would make me feel better if you got a lot of sleep."

You still don't turn to look at him. A workaholic, he often calls you. He's one too - and it definitely takes one to know one. He's right, though, you were up all night working on a theory. Sometimes everything just falls into place so perfectly that there's no way you could give up just then. You were so sure that you were quiet as you wandered around the house - him sleeping just a few rooms over in his own bed.

"If you have a... hard time sleeping you can sleep in my bed," he adds. "I think I'm ready for that."

"You are?"

"I think."

"We can test it out, then." You analyze him from the corner of your eye. You can't tell if he's lying to make you more comfortable or if he's being genuine. Is he bringing up you sleeping with him in response to your lack of sleep - or your lack or sleep in response to you sleeping with him?

You raise your eyebrows in a shrug - making the expression whether he can see it or not. "I'll sneak into your room next time I 'can't sleep'."

"Thank you," he says with a soft voice. You look over at him, seeing his pink cheeks and the polite way he avoids your gaze. It makes you smile.

❤ If the murder weapon is something that is thrown, all you need is circa distance and the weight of the object and boom - you can easily predict where exactly the killer would have been standing and probably by the impact, how hard they threw it.

❤ Outside of that, you always seem to impress him with your brain.

❤ You'll hear him walking downstairs and predict the amount of time between the steps and how fast he was going, knowing perfectly when he'll arrive next to you.

❤ It's makes him a little insecure at times - being around somebody who constantly outsmarts him.

❤ But he realizes that it's literally your speciality and he outta get used to it or hit the road.

❤ Plus, there are a lot of things about detective work that he knows more than you.

❤ ^ That satisfies him.

❤ He also loves it when you correct other people (especially people he doesn't like).

❤ If somebody he doesn't like expresses their annoyance towards know-it-all's then he's going to introduce you two!

[dottores]

happy thursday from hcanon! <3

just dropping in with some more unsolicited annoying headcanons for lda!

bestfriend!ran who is always seems so reluctant to hang out with you that it makes you sad :(

bestfriend!ran who notices that your requests to hang out have been dying out and is lowkey sad about it so he start initiating hang outs which puts such a huge smile on your friend that it almost hurts him

bestfriend!ran who sees that school is starting to stress you out so he says he'll do your homework for you! (read: makes another kid do it and then claims the credit to get all the cheek kithes)

bestfriend!ran who realizes one day on a sunny afternoon in the park watching you and rin run around that this is the happiest he's ever been and can't stop himself from smiling

bestfriend!rin who becomes your shadow when he first moves in and refuses to leave you alone, even at school (cue classmates: does he even go here????? all they hear is a feral growl)

bestfriend!rin who initially hates having his hair touched, but gets a warm fuzzy feeling when you do it so he decides he actually likes it. until someone else tries and he smacks that shit away (he realized he only likes it when YOU touch his hair)

bestfriend!rin who loves watching you and ran interact, it's the most relaxed he's ever seen his brother and people will die if they try and disturb that

bestfriend!rin who comes into your room holding his blanket one night after a nightmare and tugs on you to wake you up so that you can sleep together. you both wake up and for some reason ran's on top of you

bestfriends!rin and ran who love challenging you at things they're clearly better at, like racing, just to see you pout because it might just be the cutest thing they've seen in the world

bestfriends!rin and ran who stand outside of your school all day when they realize you might be vulnerable, but don't worry they'll have control of that area soon enough, to keep you safe

bestfriends!rin and ran who carry that locket you got them with their pictures every day and when you come home one day with tears streaming down you face saying someone took it, they are livid. rin sits there and holds you while ran just "goes out for a walk to blow off some steam" and comes back a couple of hours later with it just saying he found it on the side of the street! crazy! (what you didn't notice was that his shirt was inside out so that you wouldn't see the blood stains <3

SOBS THEYRE NEVER ANNOYING STOP THAT EVERY TIME I SEE U SEND IN AN ASK IT MAKES ME SMILE SO HARD SOBS SOBS SOBS i’m sorry it takes me so long to get to them 🥹🥹🥲 woke has been draining me so much

literally wailing hysterically reading these i love them so much, SOBS the LAST ONE IS SO CANON SO SO SO CANON THOSE BOYS WOULD MURDER IF ANYONE TRIED TO STEAL OUR LOCKET AND RIN ONLY LIKING IT WHEN WE DO HIS HAIR YES OMG HE SO HAS FITS WHEN HE HAS TO GO TO THE HAIR STYLISTS BECAUSE HE DOESNT LIKE THEM TOUCHING HIS HAIR

“why can’t you just do it :(“

“rin i dont know how to do hair like that”

“but-“

“no.”

AND RAN OFFERING TO DO YOUR HAIR BUT ACTUALLY JUST MAKING OTHER PEOPLE DO IT PLEASE DISKJDJDKJD THATS SO CANON IM WHEEZING

[rivka-kopelman]

Delivery Lemur Logbook : 8

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December 35th, 3431

Here's me, Delivery Lemur, now with a very violent murderer as my assigned sidekick. Haha he's not so bad.

I almost overfilled my coffee cup. I had to walk very slowly and carefully back to my beanbag to avoid spilling it. Lopcorn had come aboard with a big can of real coffee and generously let me have as much as I want. I spilled 2 of my first 3 cups. The 2nd spill was twice as embarrassing as the first time. I'm afraid if I waste any more he'll think I'm doing it on purpose.

We are halfway across Galaxy-1, still a long way from planet Clockmarsh, where I've gotta deliver a letter. If u didn't know, that's the most remote part of all inhabited space. The universe is pretty much in chaos now so I'm happy to have an official reason to ride out into the fringes.

I'm not used to having a passenger. It's fine I guess. He's snoozing right now in his army-issue pink-striped sleeping bag. Lopcorn sleeps twice as much as me. When he's awake he reads his phone, or just sits quietly. There's a funny aura of contentment around him. I think he's happy to be away from his, uh , work life. He used to do exercises (like sit-ups and whatever) but he gave it up; I think he thought I thought it was annoying (I kinda did).

I stare out the window and do nothing but drink coffee for a nice long time. Eventually my bodyguard wakes up and checks his phone before rising to pace the cabin.

“Sup,” Lopcorn mumbles.

“Just flying.” I really ought to brush my teeth, I bet my breath is kinda intense. So I do that, but halfway through the faucet jams or something and I can't rinse my mouth. I wiggle the tap around but nothing comes out.

“Blglglgllglg,” I froth.

“Huh?”

I spit. “We're out of water.”

“Huh, shit.” Lopcorn tried the faucet himself and couldn't get any water either. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Where's the closest place to get water?”

With minty bubbles trickling down the corners of my mouth, I go over to the controls and initiate an H2O scan.

“There's a wet planet at coordinates 0,0,0,” I relay. “What are the odds of that, right in the center of the chart?”

The seawater's worse than anything my purifier can take, but the ice should be okay. So. We land on Earth and I try to find some gloves cause it's snowing. I couldn't find a matching pair and had to put a left glove on my right hand which feels really stupid. I flip the switch to pop open the spout cap thing and follow Lopcorn outside with a spade. There's nothing around here but one crumbling stone tower. Lopcorn makes a snowball and gives me a “wanna play” look. I give him a wide-eyed “Please don't” look, and he desists. I get started shoveling big lumps of snow into the tank. I let Lopcorn take over when he offers since I'm getting tired, and in about one second he's got the thing filled. A seagull shows up and starts making weird noises.

“Sorry, is this your snow?” I ask. The bird just squawks in no kinda real language and flies away. “Jeez, what's wrong with him?”

Anyway, that's planet Earth. We get back in and I fire up the engines. As soon as we take off there's a loud ripping metal sound and a heavy thump.

“Did you retract the intake?” Lopcorn asks. I think about it, but I don't remember.

“I don't remember. I'll check.”

I check and it looks like the water tank got ripped out cause it was stuck in the snow. Luckily, about half a cup of H2O had made its way into the pipes so I was able to rinse my mouth. But now we are out of water again, 100%. I thought my shipmate might panic but he just sat against the wall and put his headphones in. He looked completely at ease.

“We'll have to do a little pit-stop,” I say to Lopcorn.

He nodded and said “Mmhm.” “Sodapool is close. Or Hyde Station, but it's full of Tax Cats.”

“Hyde station sucks. Sodapool's being searched for terrorists, the garrison won't let anyone land.”

“Oh, uhh how about Orcavíbora Station? Party central this time of year. It's two hours away though, how thirsty are you?”

“I'll make it,” he says.

In six hours we arrive. A big place like this - I can't imagine them not having a water tank compatible with my spaceship. I try to fax the visitor's center to connect me with a mechanic but the network is down. I am detecting ZUD particles in those upper domes. The rest of the station is a mixed psy/normie population.

Aahh I don't like spinning signs like this. I end up going in the wrong way - occasionally. Looks like the courier's discount parking they used to offer is gone, unless you're hauling foodstuffs. I was hoping to stay by the gate but we're gonna have to find a spot way lower.

It's really loud in here. Electric guitar and thundering copper drums echoed fore and aft. The two-week-long Festival of Year's End was in full swing, and the music would not stop until January 1st dawns. The daily feasts must be austere compared to traditional glut of fatcakes, foi tong, miguelitos, hot nachos, cold nachos, steamed butter, and jam crust. This year they're eating freeze-dried kelp and hornwort like the rest of the world, but prepared with special effort and artful presentation. Apparently the hungriest five million or so inhabitants of the station had been rioting right up until the first day of the festival, but the seasonal mood took over and no one could resist the non-stop concerts, carnivals, parades, household fêtes, weddings, games, and every other kind of noisy debauched merrymaking. Humans wore their hair Gibson-n-Glitter style. Dogs groomed themselves in a purely local fashion, with all their fur gelled forward. Snakes were done up with white carnauba lipstick and rainbow scalepaint. Glass jewellery manufactured to resemble uncut carnelian and citrine gemstones abounded on toes, tails, fingers, and ears.

We got a pretty lucky parking spot (3 hour limit) on the edge of the cheapest commercial dock just as a karaoke barge full of flamingos took off. I got a physical copy of the services index and found directions to a nearby garage. It was closed, but when we knocked, a ferret emerged from the little house on top of it and invited us upstairs. It was a low-ceiling modular dwelling probably meant for snakes. The mechanic's family was clustered around the kitchen table watching a pop-rock broadcast. They greeted us warmly and the grandma demanded to dance with Lopcorn. He was a good sport and indulged her while I explained to our host about the repairs we needed done. She was taken aback.

“Today? During the carnival? I am sorry. No one's gonna put in a water tank for you today.”

“Oh,” I said. It would be bad to get stuck here. There's gonna be a cataclysmic fine if I run out the parking meter. Besides, I'm on a serious mission. “Please do it?”

She sighed. “I'm spending time with my family tonight. If you can get us a party-size tub of coconut ice-cream, then AFTER supper I'll help you out. And I'm charging you double! That work for you?”

It'll have to do. Me and my bodyguard begin a systematic search of the station for ice cream. All the confectioners laugh when we ask for something so fancy. The nearest approximation available seemed to be blanched lakegrass in sucralose, molded into fun shapes like Oval or Circle. Someone offered us frosted seaweed cream that was about 1/8th real dairy for a staggering &49.99R per scoop. Yikes. It took a bit of running around but finally we found a beagle who could help.

“I can make it,” he began. “But it'll cost you. A party-size will take all my leftover coconut powder. I might have the last jar in the city. It's priceless.”

“Oh gosh. How much do you want for it?”

“I want a ticket to the ballet. I know – it's gonna take a miracle. But what you're asking for is crazy. This is fair.”

“OK it's a deal,” I decide. “Get cooking, we won't be long.”

So we start another adventure to get a ballet ticket, but they're completely sold out. The long-awaited performance of anaconda ballerina Ssssssusan Sssisisis is tonight's hottest event. A wrinkled human we meet says he'll give us his ticket but he wants a brand new TV (television) for it so he can still see the show. We go to the television store which is (of course) closed. I fax their email and reach the owner who is bedridden with a swing dancing injury. They'll give us any TV we want if we bring them a bottle of ibuprofen.

So we start an ibuprofen adventure which is weird because I thought painkillers were free. The hospital stopped giving them out. We track down a python who's got a stash but he'll only trade some for a skateboard. To get that, we need a barbecue. And for that, a xylophone. And for that, a DVD burner.

Jeez, this day.

Walking briskly, we find the sketchy computer place we were tipped about and step inside. It's dim and stuffy.

“ผบ” rasps somebody. Lopcorn halts. His arm comes up defensively in front of me. His demeanor suddenly shifts. For some reason right now I recall he's killed at least 1,000,006 people. Behind the counter of the little shop is a big badger. The off-white glow of a computer monitor hit his face at an upward angle. The effect was ghoulish. Sundry computer parts and sugary desserts covered every inch of his desk. “Didn't expect I'd ever see you again.”

“Hey man,” said Lopcorn. His voice was level and controlled, but his posture screamed alertness and energy.

“You here to kill me?”

“Nope.”

“Ah... Just in case...” The badger poured out a cup of whisky from a dainty crystal decanter. He gulped down about half. There was so much sweetener in it that it was thick as syrup. “Are you selling that lemur? I might know someone.”

“No.”

“Pity. Introduce me then.”

“This is Rolando, who used to work with me.” said the hare.

“Just as a network tech,” Rolando told me. “I sat by the fax machine while Commander Lopcorn went on his rampages.” He turned to Lopcorn. “I laughed when I heard Bookbean died. Good fucking riddance. Wish I had been there. You see the news tonight? La Soup got killed too. I hope Welker's next.”

“Is that so?” Lopcorn sounded impassive.

“And someone tried to get Felix Rølvag. Botched the job though - only blew up his body double. It's not on the news yet. I'll tell you who did it if you wanna know.” Rolando finished his drink and started munching on churros. “What's this secret mission you're on?”

“Just taking a letter to Clockmarsh,” I tell him. Lopcorn cringed.

Rolando arched an eyebrow. “Right. What are you doing here then?”

“We need a skateboard xylophone,” I said.

“Uh-huh.” Rolando took a piece of custard-stuffed-squash and bit off half of it. “Are you sure you're not here to kill me?”

“I told you, no.” Lopcorn stepped forward and took the whiskey away as Rolando was about to reach for a refill. “There's been a big leak, I'm guessing? Is the Floom Report out?”

“I've got...” Rolando began, reaching under the counter. He procured a second whiskey bottle. “...more of those." He refilled his cup. "Minister La Soup's cybersecurity system isn't running so well - with him being dead. No, the Floom Report is not out, but everything else is. I made more money yesterday ripping government data than I made in all my years in the army. Ever hear of the Zag-IX Census?”

“Zag-IX was evacuated when they found weird radiation or whatever.”

“I found a list of survivors. I wouldn't have noticed it but it's the second most heavily protected file I've ever seen. You'll see why. Here, have a copy.” Rolando flicked a .ZIP over to both our phones.

My eyes glaze over at this kinda stuff. Lopcorn is scrolling through documents intently. Rolando watches him.

“Could this be fake?” Lopcorn asked.

“I was going to ask you that. Gault never brought this up while you were commander? Her and Welker are desperate to get a pet mutant from Zag-IX to fight the aliens, people say.” Rolando leaned forward a little. “But I think it's about you. President Gault's popularity is going down the shitter. She's afraid Berg or his friends will overthrow her if they can get you on board; there's no one that can physically stop you. So she wants a monster.”

“She's a dumbass to worry about that.”

Rolando's jaw tensed. “That's true. You'll just follow your orders no matter what they do to you. You're happy to be the lowest pawn.”

“I get less of the bad karma now.”

“How nice for you,” said Rolando wryly. His eyes were full of bitterness. He slumped over then, and heaved a deflating sigh. He glanced down at his snacks, like he was thinking about what to have next. Then he broke the sound barrier, launching himself at Lopcorn with so much force that the whole building shook. He went straight for the throat. But Lopcorn was even faster and caught him in an instant, locking the badger's claws in his grip. Oh gosh, here comes the decapitation, I think. I look away... And I see a party-size tub of coconut ice cream on the end of the counter.

“Oh! May I have that?” I ask.

“Sure, I don't give a shit,” Rolando spat. Lopcorn let go of him and he sat back down. I pick up the ice cream. I can barely lift the thing. “Thanks,” I say, but he's ignoring me.

“You fucking idiot. You should have listened to me on Bolo Gamma,” Rolando chided, his voice choked by fury and helpless regret. “You're shit. Get the hell away from me, or I'll gut your little friend. I'm gonna piss on your fucking grave when this is all over. Get out of my sight.”

“I-”

“Parking meter, parking meter!” I whisper very loudly, nudging Lopcorn out the door, leaving Rolando with his liquor and junk food.

Jeez. Anyway. We hurry back to the garage and surprise the ferret mechanic with the ice cream. True to her word, she installs a beautiful new water tank for me. Her family insists we sit with them for dessert and watch the live broadcast of the snake ballet. That dancing anaconda put on a really beautiful show. I never saw anyone dance like that before. It was entrancing. My guard was looking at his hands the whole time, I don't think he saw even five seconds of it.

[takuyakistall]

i want you | leona kingscholar

summary: you forgot lions had good ears.

tags: fluff..?, slight angst, maybe.

author's notes: HAPPY BIRTHDAY U SEXY LION I LOVE UUU

He knew that you wanted someone that wasn't him- someone more kind, gentle, and patient than him. Someone who was the opposite of him, he knew that. He would never change so drastically just for one person in this lifetime so he tried pursuing you as his true self- lazy, arrogant, and selfish. He would never admit it but, he knew that his chances were low and yet he still found himself courting you in a subtle manner. He became somewhat a friend to you and it wasn't an exaggeration to say that he despised it. Oh, how he hated it so much! It was never the impression he wanted to give you- perhaps he's been too nice? He knew how you looked at other men, admiration seeping from your expression. It made his heart feel like it's being squeezed by your gentle hands. He hated how he became such a fool- foolish enough to fall for someone whom he knew he didn't have a chance with. Yes, he was an arrogant lion. It was unusual for him to think about these trails of thoughts about not having a chance, it can't be helped. His whole body and mind was a mess because of you. He hated it.

It was his birthday. It wasn't unusual for him to stay inside the school grounds during this time of the month, he didn't want to go back to his country to celebrate his birthday, it felt too uncomfortable for him. So the Savanaclaw dorm members decided to bring it to their own hands to give their dearest dorm leader a birthday celebration. Lying down on his bed, he stared at his ceiling. Night already fell but the party outside his room didn't seem like it was going to stop any soon. You told Leona that you were meeting someone today, and you would be late to the party. Leona's face scrunched up when he recalled your happy expression, were you having fun with someone else right now? He expected you to be late but it was a bit too late for his liking- and we know that he isn't exactly the most patient person out there. His mood took a sour turn as he turned to lie down on his side, he wasn't really feeling it today. The loud music and shouting outside were irritating, yet he made no effort to spoil their fun. It was somewhat a special day after all, he'll let them be for now. He heard his door swing open, his ears perked up.

"Leona…? Sorry for being so late, I hope you're not too angry with me." It was you. Even if he didn't turn around to see your form, he could always recognize your scent and the sound of your voice. He was glad that you actually came and didn't forget about him, but when he turned around to meet your eyes- he was greeted by your trembling form and teary eyes. Shit, you were crying. His first instinct was to stand up immediately and approach you- he really didn't know how to react but he asked you the important question. "Who did this to you?" The calmness of his voice scared you when you got a good glimpse of his face. He was furious, he looked ready to murder someone and that wasn't very reassuring of him but it showed that he at least cared- and that was all you need. Your legs gave in and you fell to the ground, had it not been for Leona standing close to you, you would've gotten your head hit by the bedframe and things would get ugly. "Oi! Are you okay!?" Leona's voice was panicky as he held you in his arms.

You were paired up with someone from your class for a project about a certain plant you couldn't quite remember the name of- perhaps it was a black lotus or…? Gah, nevermind. What matters is that apparently, the only way to bloom one of those plants are emotions- they feed on emotions. The stronger they are, the faster they grow. And so you and your partner decided to go out on a little date- he had an ulterior motive when he asked you out and yet you had no idea so without hesitation, you agreed. "Hey, what if we tell stories about ourselves to each other? Maybe that'll bring out some strong emotions and this project will be a breeze!" It seemed so harmless- the idea was harmless. Your partner knew that you had a little crush on Leona- and oh wow, He was in Savanaclaw too! You could probably guess where this is going now. The both of you asked the other with some small questions until-

"Hey, do you have some kind of crush on our dorm leader or something?" The sudden question took you aback, you thought you'd been discreet about that! How could someone possibly know of your silly little crush on the lion? You didn't respond to his question but your face said all the answers he needed to hear. His mouth curled up into a smirk, "You should give up."

"Eh…?" You didn't expect to hear these words from your partner- in such a cold tone no less. Your heart fell. Give.. up…? Were you hearing him correctly? How could he possibly say those words to you- your hands felt hot and sweaty as your vision blurred. Your partner glanced at the flower the both of you were raising and smirked when he saw it rising in a rapid speed. 'Good, Let's keep this up.'

"That's right. There's no way I could see Leona-senpai dating someone- a commoner no less. I think his love life is already set in stone because he's a prince, who knows? He might be marrying a foreign princess soo-" You slapped him before he could finish that sentence. Tears were falling uncontrollably and your face was flushed with embarrassment and shame. You noticed that something was off the moment he smiled- it was the plant. You glanced at it and your hunch was right, it was blooming at a rapid pace because of your turbulent emotions. "I can't believe you!" You ran off, with a tear stained face.

"No, I'm not okay." You didn't feel that well, you were mentally drained and your emotions were a mess. Leona could hear the crack in your voice. Reluctantly, he wrapped his arms around you, embracing you wholly. "I know I'm not the person you want, but I'm here for you." Those words sent shivers down your spine, what made him think that way? You wanted him. You wanted him with your whole being- you longed to be with him. The subtle hints you dropped for him- did he not notice it? You tried to make Leona loosen his grip on you for a moment to look him in the eye, the fireworks outside was booming as the dorm members shouted in awe. You don't know if he could hear you with all the noises outside, but you needed to tell him- "I love you. You're the one I want." There was one thing you forgot though- lions had a good sense of hearing.

Leona's eyes widened before smirking- he was ecstatic. He leaned down to whisper into your ear in his low voice- "How do you think this ends?" And he trapped your lips with his in a passionate kiss.

[mangoofthesea]

Whumptober day 29 - Overworked with Zuko and Toph friendship

ao3

Zuko is awoken by something prodding his shoulder sharply, serving to make him aware of the crick in his neck and the way his cheek plastered to a book, and the only thought in his head is oh I must have fallen asleep in the library again.

He sits up, unsticking his face from the legal text and prepares to apologize profusely to the Jeong Jeong, the terrifying librarian who will probably murder Zuko for sleeping on his books, but the person he finds stood beside him is significantly shorter than he expects and he has to blink a couple moments more to make sure he's seeing clearly.

"Toph?"

Toph Beifong, his self appointed best friend, sighs and half rolls her unseeing eyes. "Who the fuck else would it be, Sparky?" Ignoring the question he asks one of his own.

"What are you doing here? How did you find me?" he says somewhat drowsily, rubbing a hand over his face to better wake himself up.

She jabs a thumb over her shoulder. "Your librarian guy told me which table you were at, said you hadn't moved for hours so you’d definitely still be here. He was cool. I dunno why you're so scared of him."

“Be quiet or he'll hear you!” Zuko whispers sharply, glancing behind her like Jeong Jeong might be there and he missed him thanks to his sleepy state. When there is no angry librarian lying in wait, he turns back to Toph who is looking completely nonplussed. “But no, Toph-” Her previous words filter through all at once and he suddenly has very different questions. “Wait, you were looking for me? Is everything okay?"

She sighs and takes a seat in the half removed empty chair beside him after checking its place with a kick and her hand on the back of it, laying her white stick across her lap, as she sits down heavily with a huff. "You'd know if you checked your fucking phone, dumbass. Sokka said he couldn't get hold of you but he couldn't escape class for another couple hours so he sent me to make sure you hadn't killed yourself with studying."

Zuko pulls his silent phone out of his bag and finds Toph is correct. There's about 10 text messages from Sokka ranging from 'look @ this cool cat!!' and 'do u wanna grab drinks w suki& aang ltr??' to 'zuko rememebr to take fcking breaks ok ' as the time without responds went on longer. He looks at the time and sees the last message came in around half an hour ago.

"Shit," he curses, shooting off a quick but sincere apology for accidentally ignoring his boyfriend and telling him Toph is here making him take a break.

"Ah, don't worry about it too much, Captain Boomerang's just worried about you is all. Plus he fucking knows he can't talk with how much of a workaholic he is too." She pauses and leans back in her chair, dropping her doc marten clad feet into his lap unceremoniously.

Toph's expression shifts, and becomes something a little more contemplative for a second before settling on somewhere between bored and mischievous. "You've been hitting the books pretty hard lately, though. I'm even starting to question if you've started some kind of second life here in the library and just not told anyone."

Zuko sighs when he gets back a smiley face and a heart emoticon, relieved Sokka isn't mad at him for ignoring him. He places the phone face down on the table and runs the fingers of both his hands through his hair. "I'm just stressed. I don't want to fail or flunk out or anything."

Toph frowns, soft features turning down as she faces toward the wall somewhere behind Zuko. "Why though? You've been getting pretty good grades right?"

Zuko shrugs, even though he knows she can’t see it. "Yeah, but I can't risk them falling. You remember me telling you about my dad, right?"

She nods in response. "Yep, the asshole who calls you to yell and who me and the guys are plotting to arrange a little accident for one of these days."

He chooses to ignore her implication of plans to murder his father, as much as he appreciates the sentiment behind it, and continue. "Yeah well, he's only paying for my tuition if I'm getting good enough grades. In the subject he chose for me,” he adds bitterly.

"But you don't even care that much about law though, do you? Why are you trying to be the best at it if you’re only doing it cos it’s what he wants?"

"I'm not!" He exclaims, trying to keep his voice low, but not able to keep his frustration contained otherwise. All his exhaustion and stress decides to pour out without his consent, and suddenly he's just talking, one hand clutching the strap of his bag, the other gesturing. "I'm never gonna be the best! I'm just trying to not be completely fucking average cos I don't want him to make me move back closer to home! And if it looks like I'm slacking off, I know he will. I don't care about what I'm studying right now, and I can't spend time thinking about what I actually do want to study that I know would be less soul crushing than this- this bullshit! But at college, I can actually have some freedom. Toph, fuck, I love it here, I love all you guys. I love Sokka. I can't risk losing any of that."

"Oh." Toph says quietly, taken aback it seems by his outburst.

"Yeah," Zuko sighs.

He checks the time again on his phone and estimates he’s been here nearly four hours now, which probably means he should go get something to eat or at least change the location of his studying. He starts closing the books and slotting his own back into his bag while stacking up the library ones, including the one he had woken up on. At least he hadn't drooled on it, Jeong Jeong definitely would have killed him if he had.

"I get it," Toph says when he's almost finished tidying.

"Huh?" he says, looking up at the sound of her voice breaking the quiet that had been settling over them.

"I said, I get it." She sits up, and removes her feet from his lap, and angles herself a little more in his direction to try and face him the way he knows she does when she wants to be serious when talking to people.

"So I didn't know any of you guys until the very end of last year right?"

"Yeah."

"Well I was doing the same thing as you last year."

Zuko frowns, struggling to make the connection Toph clearly had. "But don't your parents disapprove of what you're doing anyway? You told us how you don't talk to them because of it, I'm sure of it."

Toph scoffs. "Well sure, yeah, but that's the reason I have a scholarship. My parents refused to pay for me to go to college this far from home, so I had to find some other way to pay for it. Point is, Sparky, I spent last year stressed out of my mind about my grades dropping low enough that I'd lose my scholarship and have to move back home and they'd have been fucking right." She pauses and Zuko sees her fingers clenching and unclenching around the stick in her hand.

"My parents have very specific ideas of what they think a 'poor little blind girl' is capable of, okay? They're overprotective as shit and it's a pain in the ass. Fuck, it's straight up controlling," her expression morphs a second and she laughs. "Straight lol."

Zuko rolls his eyes, and tries to get their discussion back on track. "Yeah but you're not doing that now. I see you in the library like 3 times a week max."

She darts out to swat him with the back of her hand. "Yeah, dummy, cos I burnt out and realised I needed to set limits for myself this year. I've already gotta work way harder with some of this shit cos I can't see, so sometimes I need to know when to give myself a break.

"I know what it's like to want to escape, Zuko. But you're not gonna be able to enjoy your freedom if you're holed up in the library all day every day. You have friends and a boyfriend who miss you." She pauses to kick him, and his yelp of pain seems to break the more emotional atmosphere that had been forming around them. He talks a second to appreciate how good she is at estimating at least vaguely where he is enough to make contact with her hits. "And I'm sick of putting up with Sokka whining about how much he wishes you were there when we hang out." When she talks next, it's with a put on deeper voice Zuko is guessing is supposed to sound like Sokka. "’Oh, Zuko would love this, Toph’, ‘Zuko should come with us next time’, ‘Zuko's so busy I miss him so much boo hoo’. I can only put up with so much of this mushy shit Sparky!"

Zuko smiles with a mix of amusement at her antics and sadness that he now realises he hasn’t been showing up enough for his boyfriend or their friends. "Okay, thank you for your sacrifice, Toph. Sorry for putting you through that."

She punches him in the shoulder hard enough that he winces and he is again impressed even as his arm throbs. "Yeah well just shape up a fucking bit okay? All work and no play makes Zuko a fucking loser, y’know?"

"I'm pretty sure that's not how that saying goes…" he mumbles to the floor rubbing his arm.

"Don't care. I do biology, not English." With that, she stands from her chair, gripping the back of it to shove it under the study table. "Now c'mon, you can make it up to me with coffee and one of those fancy pastries from Boulder's."

Zuko throws the last few of his belongings into his bag and shoulders it, nudging her elbow with his to offer his arm, which she takes. "Alright, deal. And…" he pauses, mind suddenly stuck thinking about how he went off at her before. "I'm sorry for getting angry at you, Toph, none of what I’m mad about is your fault, I should have-"

Toph waves her hand not holding her stick blandly, cutting him off. "Ah don't worry about it. And anyway," she pauses, and he hears something different in her tone that sets off alarm bells in his brain. "Now I can use the fact that you told me you love Sokka, before you told Sokka that you love Sokka, to my advantage basically forever."

Zuko's eyes widen as he mentally runs back over everything he said and shit he did. Sokka will kill him if he ever finds out. She must feel him tense because she gives him a tug to start them walking as she lets out a cackle far too loud in the quiet space. He tries to hush her as they walk past the desk and Jeong Jeong; Zuko gets a glare, but the man says nothing, leaving Toph totally unaware. Great, he thinks, yet another person totally charmed by Toph's endearing assholery (like he isn’t completely one of the founding members of that particular group).

All he can do is sigh and smile as she keeps chuckling until they're outside, cool, late autumn weather a sharp change to the warmth of the library.

But then Toph's laughs trail off with a sigh as she leans into him and knocks her head against his upper arm with a gentle bump. "Love you too by the way, Sparky."

Zuko smiles, a tiny part of him aware he could probably legitimately tear up at the show of affection from Toph, with her usual steel hard exterior. But she'd probably kick him off the pathway if he did. So, instead he smiles and let's it go with only a knock of their shoulders together, and they keep walking arm in arm towards The Boulder's coffee shop.