#Shanks thinks it’s adorable and funny that they match now

[kacievvbbbb]

Although I love tiny malnourished Mihawk challenges Rayleigh to a fight, loses and then becomes unceremoniously adopted and hold him very dear to my heart.

I do generally think that Unlike Zoro who challenges gods to back alley fights at every opportunity, Mihawk has always been very good at knowing when he’s horribly outclassed and having the patience to wait and grow stronger before challenging the world’s greatest swordsmen. There’s a reason his skin (as far as we know) is unblemished and Zoro is practically held together by scars and alcohol.

So I do think this will make it all the more devastating for him if when he loses, Zoro gives him three clean slashes down his chest to match Shanks’ jagged ones, and then doesn’t kill him. Mihawk’s never lost before at least not in any meaningful definition of the word. He’s never had lasting scars before and now he has three giant ones running across his chest, the thing he loves to show off, and he has feelings about it.

[a-swiss-and-a-spaniard]

SO because bc I can't shut up about this, here's the list of some of my favorite things from the Rafa v Casper exho!

You know about this cartoon called 'Casper the friendly ghost’? well, 'Casper’ somehow came to be ‘Gasparín’ in the spanish translation, so people were cheering on Casper with “¡Vamos, Gasparín!” or “¡Venga, Gasparín!” and it just sounds adorable to me

Rafa and Casper had a ‘slice battle’ (as I like to call it bc that's basically the only shot they used). Casper won it because Rafa shanked the ball into the net at the end trying to do a tiny smash lol

Rafa hit a killer forehand that not only was an amazing winner, but that also made one of the screen panels behind Casper fall off! Casper went to pick it up and I thought he was just gonna get it out of the way but he then tried to put it back into place and actually succeeded!! And everyone clapped after ofc. Btw: I've always said that, to me, Casper has golden retriever energy and this small incident proves it lol

This is Mexico y'all, you bet the crowd was gonna make ‘la ola’ during one of the changeovers. It went on even when Rafa and Casper got up and went to their sides of the net to resume the match, so they joined in! And then they laughed :)

The staff set up a few chairs on court, right behind the line judges, for Rafa's and Casper's teams and they all looked quite funny there. Tho I guess it can't get any more front row than that, can it?

Now that we're on the topic of the teams: Rafa used Titín as his towel holder for a bit lol. And bc it was soooo windy, Carlos Costa had a blanket draped over his legs (tbf, I'm not sure if it was an actual blanket or a towel, but point is: he had something to protect himself from the cold and it looked quite cute)

Casper tried to speak a bit of Spanish during his interview and I looooved it! The crowd loved it too ofc and everyone started chanting “Ruud, Ruud, Ruud, Ruud…” We basically adopted him at this point lol

Super random but worth mentioning: Roger's name was yelled a few times and I think it's funny bc back in 2019, when Roger did his exho with Zverev someone yelled “¡Vamos, Rafa!” and Roger actually turned in the general direction where the voice had come from like 'where's my tennis husband???’ and laughed lmao

Ofc additionally to their trophies they got a sombrero, but that’s not exactly the highlight. Thing is: it was fucking chilly because 1) it was almost midnight by this point and 2) as I said, it was windy, so after Rafa and Casper were done with the pictures, someone from Casper's team brought him his jacket and let me tell you, he looked so adorable in his jacket with the sombrero still on asdfghjkl (the image screams for a fanart and you bet I will do it, just bear with me)

I've always been in love with Rafa’s smile, like it genuinely brings me so much joy whenever I see it in pics and stuff, BUT it is a hundred times more precious irl, I swear 😭

About the game and the match itself: stakes not being high because it's just an exho allows for more flashy shots, but Rafa and Casper still played at an incredible level. Plenty of drops (my absolute faves, I'm obsessed) and smashes! Rafa played quite aggressively, coming up to the net quite often. There were particularly two forehand winners by Rafa that were just *chef's kiss* (one of them was the one that knocked the screen off, btw) and Casper also hit some crazy angles!! I could talk about this for sooooo long, but I'll just leave you a highlights vid so you can see for yourselves! tho if someone does want to gush about Rafa and Casper, hmu!

Rafael Nadal and Casper Ruud — Tennis Fest, Mexico City 2022

[myonepiece]

hello could you do the nsfw alphabet with buggy ?

Buggy nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

so freaking clingy, as soon as he comes down from his high he’s wrapping his arms around you and outting his face in the crook of your neck.  you can’t leave until the next morning and if you absolutely just h a v e to get up then Buggy is coming with you with his arms still around your waist and his head on your shoulder while you walk

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on his partner their lips

on him his arms/hands 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

a little more than the average amount but less thick

he loves cumming in your mouth or on your face but he gets flustered after he does either

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

wants to make Shanks watch or have him just so happen to accidently catch Buggy fucking you

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not experienced

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggystyle but he always leans over so his chest is against your back and he wraps his hand around your throat to turn your head so he can kiss you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s not goofy, but he’s nervous which sometimes makes him mess up and then he freaks out and it’s kinda funny but super sweet and cute too- otherwise he’s serious

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

actually I think his hair down there is a dark brown, and it’s not super messy but he only trims it like once every two weeks annd he’s not good at it

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

it always has a touch of intimacy and it’s always passionate whether it’s a rough passion or soft passion

when Buggy feels like romantic sex he is the type to go full out romantic with candles and rose petals and music 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

maybe 1-2 a day or more when he has time, with an s/o that doesn’t exactly shorten because sometimes he’s too stubborn to ask them and too awkward to try to seduce them so he handles it himself

you’ve walked in a few times though :3

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

public/semi-public, praise (receiving), degradation (giving), spanking (giving), light bondage (giving and recieving), dry humping

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his room/bed, corner of the ship where someone could walk, against the wall on the deck when it’s dark

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

flashes of your panties, when you trail your hand up his arm/leg/torso, really any lingering touches, praise, when he gets jealous, love confessions that end with a passionate kiss

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

don’t degrade him, no pet play, while he does sometimes want a threesome foursome he has to be in a very specific mood because when he’s not he absolutely h a t e s the idea of sharing you

do not ask for him to watch while someone else fucks you he will turn so insecure and angry in a matter of seconds because he thinks that means you would rather have someone else- then the mood is ruined for a whole week and you’re a bitch

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

prefers receiving, it really depends on his mood so it’s because he’s jealous then expect a lot of degrading names and maybe a few light slaps, face fucking definitely

if it’s for another reason then he holds your hair back and only pulls every now and then, he tries not to face-fuck but he can’t always stop himself, some whimpers but there’s usually a lot of needy desperate grunts 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

no idea it changes a l o t

I can say jealous Buggy is fast and rough and romantic soft Buggy is slow and sensual, in between is whatever he feels like that time

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

sure, whenever he gets horny right away and it’s not at night he’s always down for a quickie

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

sure, for location he get’s really flustered after and before but while it’s happening he’s completely confident

in bed he’s kind of scared to try much and if he doesn’t like the ssund of something he’s not going to try it

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Buggy tires himself out easily because he puts everything into one round, so he can last about 20-25 minutes and 1-2 rounds with a break in between

during the more romantic and slow session he can last up to 50 minutes for one round but he can go up to 3 rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he’s not familiar with toys, no experience remember

but he’ll use a vibarator on you if you show him how, and he’s so not against using a dildo (or two) so all of your holes are filled

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he really can’t handle teasing but during the slower sessions he tends to tease you a lot

he’ll be a total brat if you try to tease him 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

pretty loud, it’s a whole combination of grunts, groans, moans, and whimpers. the crew always knows when you’re fucking and where 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

if during a really rough and fast session you look into his eyes and tell him you love him or lovingly praise him, or kiss his nose, he will instantly stop and it turns into one of those slow romantic times and he just cups your cheek and looks at you with so much adoration and love

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

not v e r y thick but it’s longer than average and has 3 viens running up the sides, the tips is always a red that deepens the longer he’s hard 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not too high but if his S/O tries to turn him on and make him horny then it happens in the blink of an eye

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

10 minutes after

[evilkitten3]

durarara!! au where simon makes izaya take on the raira trio (and saki) for like an internship (after punching him) so instead of the rest of the series being a drawn out gang war, it ends up being a high-stakes dark urban fantasy version of the office.

-namie is still there, and she and mikado have bi-hourly death glare matches

-anri continues trying to slash izaya, coming up with more and more complex ways to get him, and ultimately recruiting mairu and kururi into her “shank the twink” schemes

-masaomi still flirts with anri. and sometimes namie. and also mikado. no amount of pointing out that saki is literally right there will get him to stop, and pointing her out too much usually makes her start flirting too

-initially, only namie, izaya, and saki are allowed to touch the Evil Master Plan Chessboard, but izaya and saki both lose privileges (izaya for one too many fires, and saki for reasons no one is comfortable discussing)

-izaya still gets shanked by yodogiri but anri doesn’t try to slash him while he’s in the hospital bc she’s way too nice. manami very much does try, and izaya constantly taunts them both about it

-manami joins anri and the twins in the “slash a bitch” team

-mikado and saki seem to be having a subtle contest of who can be more unsettlingly adorable

-if izaya, mikado, and saki are all in a room together, someone else has to be there with them. otherwise that room will soon be on fire.

-if izaya, mikado, saki, and the twins are all in a room together, then that room is probably already on fire.

-saki is the only person there who genuinely likes izaya. this does not stop her from betraying him at the drop of a hat if someone she cares about is in danger. or if it’s just kinda funny.

-izaya has to find a better hiding spot for celty’s head and sulks bc now he can’t prance around his office monologuing about valhalla with it. this has convinced namie that there may in fact be some sort of benevolent deity.

-sometimes mikage shows up. the raira trio spends the better part of several months trying to figure out if izaya is sleeping with her or namie. this comes to a conclusion when they walk in on namie and mikage making out.

-during shizuo and izaya’s pointless death matches, the whole office shows up to cheer him on. and by him i mean shizuo.

-mikado eventually starts timing izaya’s Evil Monologues

-anri has yakuza immunity bc absolutely no one is stupid enough to piss off akabayashi. she ends up acting as a spy for the awakusu-kai but unfortunately most of what she has to report is “yes orihara is still insane. no i don’t think he’s been doing any drugs but honestly that’s actually even more depressing he’s just Like That”

-izaya does still do his Evil Plans but he has to be even more careful and every now and then one of the kids gets in trouble and he ends up getting forced to help out

-the recruitment process: “will this be a paid internship?” “of course this is a paid internship, i’m not a monster”

-izaya’s crush on shinra gets increasingly obvious and somehow absolutely nobody notices

-every single one of izaya’s attempts at a hot pot party fail miserably

[loudestcloud]

Time for Luffy's fashion exam! Now, I'll be honest, I did skip an outfit because I decided I will be ending this whole thing with the Strawhat fashion show in Episode of Luffy. Also, sorry for the posting gap, I remembered I have other unfinished post sets. That being said, this is a very long one so let's do this!

Kid Luffy, Post-Enies Lobby & Fish-Man Island: I think it's super cute when Luffy has white t shirts with red based logos because it reminds me of the first picture. Makes him look baby plus, they can always be found in cute domestic EPs or fun, cute flashbacks. The shorts change over time and that's also kinda cute, a range of cuffs is a nice change up. It's nice to see the red contrast the blue shorts and the white is a nice color on him cos it contrast his hair!

Romance Dawn, Enies Lobby, Thriller Bark, Sabaody Archipelago, Amazon Lily, Marineford & last Dressrosa outfit: This look is the pre Luffy look. It's the pre Timeskip look everyone thinks of is cuffed shorts, Kimono sandels and sleeveless vest (and Strawhat, obviously) but have you ever seen them all in a line? It's mad. Each outfit is the same basic look bit more are more spicy each time! I like the Thriller Bark and Sabaody Archipelago looks a little bit more cos it's nice to see that jacket open and it feels like he was trying something new. I also feel that the buttons on the jacket look like the ones on Shanks' pegged ankle sailor pants when we first see him so that's cool. (it took me hours to find the name for his trousers, oh my fucking god) The last Dressrosa outfit feels like a nice callback to the rest of the line up here without being too much cos it's just a red vest top instead and I do find it funny it's like the Enies Lobby and it's used in Dressrosa because of the jokes people make about Robin and Law being so similar.

Timeskip: This is it lads, it's the one true icon itself, the post look! ☺️ When I sit back and look at it I see all the people this look is influenced by and want to cry at how masterful it really is. (Now, I do wanna say that I didn't come up with this nor am I the first to say it and I am definitely probably looking too much into this but) The yellow belt is taken from Shanks' red belt the first time we see him and the Shanks look Luffy is more familiar with. Now onto the jacket. I know it won't stand out as to why for most but it's Ace inspired! When Ace leave to become a pirate, the start of his adventure, he has his jacket open and Luffy having his jacket open also shows his scar from the ending of Ace's adventure. I also really appreciate how no one hides scars in this anime. Also, someone said that the style of the jacket and it's fancy frills could be in reference to Sabo's little jabot collar and honestly I do see it. it's quite subtle unlike Shanks' but not as hard to catch as Ace's so I enjoy thinking that it's there too. Lastly, he still has his cuffed shorts and kimono sandels because it's still Luffy's outfit at the end of the day and he is still who is is, just with a stronger appreciation of what people have done for him now. It's also his colour pallette for the pure fact he is the main character n needs his pallet. also sometimes he just has normal wooden sandels but the same outfit sometimes, it's a small detil a lot of people overlook but I prefer the sound of his Kimono sandels 😊

Dressrosa: I love this outfit cos it's stilly but also has very nice vibes. Looks ready for the beach but is really throwing hands and that's the best kind of outfit, it's a nice expectation subversion tbh. I also like how he tried to hide the Straw hat but not... All of it? And I love how the crew didn't actually question it either. It would have been super easy for one of them to just tell him to leave it behind or something but I do really love how respectful they always are of the hat. I myself have a hat that's super important to me and when I loose it I go mad.

Whole Cake Island: I love this arc for outfits! I swear if the actual content of it doesn't kill me, the act looks will 😭 it's all so magical and it knows it is! Like I said before, white is a good color on him as he has black hair but for the same reason, so is black! In this arcs outfit range, the Staw hat seems almost invisible and his outfit gets less and less 'Luffy' as the arc gose on showing this is not about him. He's not the focus of this arc and you can see that in a lot of the outfits thb. I also like the lack of blue and yellow, 2/3 of his colors as Sanji is often associated with those too as we've talked about before. Also, I like the little red strips on the white jacket with the gold buttons, idk why and I think it's nice that the last 2 outfits are so simple in general, it's a nice look for him. oh, what's that? A Pink jabot? Your killing me Lu, straight up killing me here lil' bro! Side note, is this the first time in canon Luffy has worn a suit jacket or is it the only time I've noticed? Cos DAMM!! Shits sick as fuck and I actually love that when wearing a suit jacket as such he always keep short on 😆

Spa Island, Z's Ambition & Strong World: WHOS READY FOR A RELAXING SUNNY DAAAYY!? (pun not intended but very much enjoyed) I actually adore the fact Luffy still tries to go swimming cos it was his favourite thing to do as a kid so like fuck Luffy is gonna give up on that. He's got his safety measures ready, what more do you want from him? I mean I personally want him not to swim with his hat on cos it's litrally Staw and that's not good for water but anyway Z's Ambition, am I right!? The top is so fucking cute and I just noticed those shorts are also ✨designer✨ fancy man!! Now, the pic of Zoro is the one I missed out before and it's also from Z's Ambition. I love that Luffy has the shark top but Zoro has the ocean shorts. I really love Zoro in this purple cos and thick white stripes really work with the ocean waves. It's really well put together and hes got dark brown sandels on to off set all the white but keep the purple from being a stand out color, it's cool! Than the last Luffy looks like he's at a fashion show. It looks like the shorts come from a kids set the shark top belongs to. Imagine those together, it'd be so cute. However, it isn't an ocean patten, those are clouds cos Nami has a bikini top with the same pattern in Skypiea and it's actually one of my favourites for her.

Boss Luffy Historical Special! This filler AU is so much fun, I think any it a lot. He has his hair up in that super cute and useless way that doesn't actually do much but I do have my hair like that a lot n it's just... nice? Idk, it's strange buy I like he did that. I really enjoy his Kimono more that the actual Wano one cos it's a lot more simple look. The Sai being tucked in in that way is also cool but kinda makes it look like it's stabbing him a bit 👁️👄👁️. I like the pin strips being like a faded purpleish cos if you just glance at it, it makes it look it fuzzy. The belt also looks very nice with the middle ligter bit. It really feels like the Wano one was inspired by this is a way cos of the color matches. Like, it's probably not but still.

3D2Y, Adventure of Nebulandia 😍 & Heart of Gold: Hat-less Luffy is both a sin and a blessing. Regardless, I LOVE OP BOYS IN HOODIES!! I had to show you this specific the 3D2Y because we don't see the hood and it's soooo cute cos it a paw 😍 but also 😬 cos it's like... Kuma's paw the thing that cause 3D2Y in the first place. But that's also why it's so cool at the same time and AHHHHHH 😄 Now! On to Nebulandia! I really like this movie but also in canon, how does he have that jumper? Who made it for him and can I have one? It's Usopp flag design so I guess it could be him but he doesn't seem the type. Point is I want one. Last of this set is some really cosy outfits!! "How much fur?" "Yes" am I right? Like the first one is sooooo cosy with all the fur! Plus, a funky new bamboo hat, always a good thing to have a new hat. I appreciate that you can see the zips on these too. Then the orange turtle neck one with little fluffy bits is just here cos it's so out of his usual looks, I had to at least mention it.

Strong world & Film Z: The shorts on the first one are really cute cos it's a light rosey pink with red fur and just a plain solid dark blue colour jacket works really well. Not to mention the fact he has a super cute orange and yellow flight helmet hat with goggles on under the Staw hat. The 2 bag straps also make an X which is a nice detail. The 2nd outfits in this movie are super fuckin cool ngl. It's so strange to see them all dress in black and have guns but I like the red shirt for him with the yellow highlighted parts. Makes the Straw hat actually work with the outfit instead of ignoring it. Film Z brings us the same flight helmet hat just brighter and without the goggles but also opens with this T-Shirt and Luffy being silly with it. I think that's the only reason to mention it, it's funny. Then the obligation pirate outfit, always stunning plus the meat belt.

Film: Gold & Stampede (also used in Cidre Guild): these are my top 3 Luffy outfits no matter what else I see. I love the straw cowboy hat sooooo much cos it's very Luffy. I like the balls they has as a team to choose white for all of them, considering they are all quite messy people, living for that dad shirt and I like the Golden chain around his neck but am always confused as to why it was never used against him. Like dude could and should have tried to choke him at least once, right? Anyway, the dress! Now, the dress isn't actually that good but it's my favourite because it shows how Luffy has no fucks about gendered things. On to of that, a big pink flower is wonderful and look at his confidences in it, he's so proud of it the boom, Nami told him he can't wear it! Lastly, the Stampede outfit!!! Just like the Nebulandia jumper, I have no idea who made it but it's irrelevant cos it's beautiful and I want it so badly. I like that it's white and red stripes, gives thenprefect vibes for Stampedes opening. The shirt is actually too big for him, you can see on his arms but it's actually super cute. I love the simple look of these shorts then the fact his yellow belt is replaced with white bandages and the black on the kimono sandels are now red? It's such a simple pallet and it's truly the best!

I also just wanna add, I think it's really cute when Luffy has the Straw hat on his back just cos his hair is really cute. Idk why, it's looks kinda cursed but cute at the same time

This post took 2 weeks or so to make and we made listening to the complete BNHA soundtrack, film gold OST and Sonic generations vol.1

Sanji

Zoro

Nami

[eyeslikefoxglove]

Episode 10 - Tywin Lannister called, he wants the Rains of Castamere back & once again, Foxglove cheers when someone gets shanked

Hiiiii! Welcome to episode 10 commentary! I’m doing this one right after episode 9 because for once in my life I started on this early enough in the day I can get more than one single episode in. Hope you enjoy!

Before I descend into several “wtf is wrong with this guy” rants, let me point a funny to y’all. The corpse that WWX checks for pupillary changes is not only breathing, you can see his carotid pulse jumping on his neck.

Ok done.

WHAT THE FUCK THAT’S A LITTLE GIRL WHAT THE FUCK.

Fuck this creeper oh my god. I know he’s supposed to have a tragic past and be cute and charismatic but I just want to shush him every time he opens his mouth.

(XXC truly looks like an elven prince doesn’t he)

Aaaaaand WWX gives zero fucks about your dramatic exit stage right.

He also gives zero fucks about the fight to the death happening right in front of him, I mean, why would he when he can flirt with LWJ instead?

Speaking of said fight, I really hope they sped up the footage of them spinning through the air, because if whatever machine and harnesses they used truly spun them so fast I feel for the actors/body doubles.

Hey XXC that’s your boyfriend right there!

Today is really not XY’s day is it.

(That disgusted face WWX makes is pretty much a visual representation of what I feel when XY tries to be cute. Seriously)

SHUT UP XY MY BOY IS HAVING A FANBOY MOMENT.

I can’t believe I’m saying this but he’s got a point. Not in this case, because these five are actually good people but the rich and powerful are indeed a bunch of hypocrites. *Softly plays Eat the Rich*

LWJ is a hairsbreadth away from slapping XY out of his faux-innocent act and I can’t say I fault him tbh. And WWX is fucking smug because he is the king of being a little shit and this amateur got nothing on him.

Is Zhu Zanjin wearing eyeliner or are his eyelashes actually that incredible?

I’m making pained noises because I keep wondering what would’ve happened if WWX had asked XXC for help after people mounted a witch hunt against him and why do I keep doing this to myself?

WWX: *talks about his boyfriend*

JC: *eyeroll*

Oh my god this bit is so painful. You can see how starved WWX is about finding the smallest connection with his mum and my soul hurts.

And LWJ’s face watching them go. He’s probably just realised this was a dream you could have, and there it is, walking away. I’m gonna go make myself some tea and eat some cake or something, I deserve it after all this emotional turmoil.

(Aaaaaaand there goes XY being a fucking creep again)

LOOK AT MY TWO LIL CUPCAKES BEING FUCKING ADORABLE WHEN THEY GET PRAISED. LOOK AT THEM.

We’ve already established that I have the survival instincts of a concussed lemming but NMJ is a dude I want to get into a shouting match with. I don’t dislike him or anything and he’s badass, but watching this is obvious a five year old with an attitude can push his buttons. And he’s both a political leader and has a whole baby brother to take care off, you can’t allow yourself to get so angry you contemplate murder in your living room my dude. Furthermore, I know his way of cultivation makes him even more unstable and prone to Qi deviation; but instead of finding a way to work around that this idiot is ok with dying young and leaving everyone who loves him fucking devastated. Because why? It’s the way of his clan? It’s traditional? It’s honourable? Fuck that, no wonder NHS dislikes sword fighting so much if that’s going to eventually kill his big brother.

NMJ: I am a just and frank man, I fear nothing in presence of sinners like you.

Me, with a megaphone: HUBRIS IS A BITCH

The One Braincell Trio being MY fanboys gives me life *insert another million canon-divergences in which they befriend MY and everything is less Lannister red as a result*

THIS ASSHOLE IS2G SOMEONE SAYS SOMETHING LIKE THAT ABOUT MY MUM AND NO ONE WILL FIND THE BODY.

Ok, NMJ called Lan Yi “the great talented leader of the Lan”, I want to pick a less violent fight with him now.

Wei “let me be damn sexy while drinking” Wuxian back at it again.

WUJI IS ON! MOONLIGHT! ROOFTOPS!

WWX: Lan Zhan I’ll sleep on your roof tonight

LWJ: Wei Ying I have to go

WWX: Lan Zhan I’ll sleep on your roof tonight

LWJ: Wei Ying, there’s room in my bed if we snuggle.

There, I fixed it. (Here I come again, joking to hide the pain. Parting is such sweet sorrow and all that)

... oh hey I’d never noticed how big Wang YiBo’s hands are and now I’m in trouble. Which is funny, cause LWJ is v much not my type, but Wang YiBo apparently is now? I mean, I’ve reblogged stuff about him because he’s ridiculously beautiful but...

*falls down a google images rabbit hole*

...

Yeah I can safely say I’m into Wang YiBo’s badboy-prettyboy-coolboy-gremlinboy attitude.

Anyway back to the show:

That was a fucking great sword throw and I love the little smirk MY’s wearing.

... what did I just see?

I don’t know how to describe it, but when WZL sticks the tip of his sword into the flat of NMJ’s sabre and drives him back and you see then go through the frame in front of WC? That’s like the most ridiculous anthropomorphic version of a train dragging a car along the tracks. All that’s missing is the “nyooooom” sound.

Speaking of WZL that’s one coolheaded dude.

Ok, I’m going to go down a Meng Yao rabbit hole again. Brace yoselves.

At risk of sounding like NHS I really don’t know why MY would’ve set XY free. I mean, if he gets XY and the Yin Iron back to WRH he’s got the chief cultivator’s favour... but everyone and their mum wants WRH out of the scene, including as far as he knows Daddy Dearest. He’s clever enough to realise there’s going to be a war, so he might’ve though that if he put himself up as a spy this soon it would’ve benefited the, yet nonexistent, SunShot Campaign. In the book he also murders his bully of a superior right before “defecting” and becoming a spy, and much like in here, NMJ catches him and stabbing happens. Do I think he, like the Jins, was playing both sides during the war? Yeah, but in this instance if I were him I wouldn’t trust in the benevolence of a man who makes puppets out humans for funsies, especially seeing how much he gets bullied.

Now if we go the other direction, of wrong place wrong time, MY doesn’t seem displeased with the Nies. I mean, NMJ and NHS like and respect him as far we’ve seen, NMJ even follows his advise. Why would he want to risk his fucking neck against NMJ just to get a potential in (that again depends on WRH liking him) to spy in a potential war? Call me a hufflepuff, but I’d stay put. Right before NMJ finds MY murdering someone we hear the voice of he asshole captain who loves to mess with MY, same captain that wasn’t present when confronting WC and that was really fucking drunk last night. I’m not saying this man works for the Wens, but hangovers make you sluggish and tired, who’s to say XY didn’t actually break tf out if this yahoo was the one guarding him (back again to the bit when MY asked the captain to post extra guards and the captain told him where to stick it, we don’t know if he actually doubled the guard) and MY walked in on it. Now this asshole has the perfect scapegoat! The *insert his preferred MY slur* did it! He saw it! And MY either panics or snaps and gets stabby.

Listen, it’s murder either way, and I won’t pretend MY doesn’t have a whole alphabet of plans for every situation, but damn I cheered.

Shut the fuck up WC.

My one track mind is shrieking because MY has a stab wound in his chest and he’s just... chilling? (Like a villain lol)

Did y’all see the fan smacking the hand bit? Now that I’ve seen the whole thing is evident, but that’s pretty much the same exact show as at the beginning with the “mysterious man”. Ooooohhhh I love the hints!

HOLY FUCK NMJ IS CRYING (my 3zun ship is sailing y’all can’t stop me).

Speaking of 3zun if y’all could point me to nice fics where everything doesn’t go up in flames for these three idiots I’d appreciate it.

And that’s all for this episode. Thanks for reading.

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A/N: Here’s part ii! I hope y’all enjoy it.

“Hello.”

Thomas looks away from his granddaughter, “Cheryl. I appreciate you coming to stay with her. I promise not to be gone long.”

“It’s okay.” Cheryl assures him. “There’s no place I’d rather be than right here with her. You deserve to sleep somewhere other than a hospital chair, I’ll keep an eye on her till you’ve rested up.”

“You haven’t slept anywhere other than this hospital as well. It’s been three days.” Thomas reminds her as he heaves himself from his chair. “After I come back, you should get some rest yourself.”

“We’ll see.” Cheryl nods.

The man doesn’t try to pressure her, he just presses a kiss to Toni’s forehead and excuses himself. As soon as he’s gone, Cheryl feels the weight of the room fall upon her as she looks to her dozing girlfriend. She’s visited her a few times, but Toni has spent a majority of her time asleep; Cheryl figures it’s better that way, she can’t imagine having to see Toni in too much pain. With a soft smile, Cheryl lowers herself to the uncomfortable chair and reaches out for Toni’s limp hand.

The clock ticks on the wall and the flow of the vitals match each beat of her heart, and the sound brings her comfort. It means Toni is alive. With a hum, Cheryl runs her gaze over the soft brown and pink of Toni’s hair and over the sharp line of her jaw. It always amazes her how peaceful Toni looks while she’s sleeping, so far away from the harsh reality of their lives. On the rare mornings she would wake up before Toni, she would watch her girlfriend sleep and marvel over the fact that she had found someone to cherish. Someone who cherishes her. Someone she wants to build her future with, build her life around.

“What are you dreaming about, baby?” Cheryl whispers.

“M’you.”

Cheryl startles, “Toni?”

Hazy brown eyes slowly meet hers, “Hi.”

“Hey.” Cheryl whispers, and her lips tremble as she presses them to Toni’s knuckles. “I’m so glad you’re awake, baby. I hope I didn’t wake up, I didn’t mean to.”

Toni smiles in exhaustion, “S’okay.”

“Are you okay?” Cheryl chokes out.

“Mhm.” Toni hums as she struggles to blink. “You?”

“I was so scared, Toni,” Cheryl admits as tears slowly trace down her cheeks. “I was so scared I was going to lose you. I can’t lose you. I can’t do this without you. I can’t live without you.”

“M’not going anywhere, babe.” Toni assures her as she furrows her brow and winces. “Fuck. I don’t feel so good, Cher.”

“I’m so sorry, Toni. The medicine should kick in soon.” Cheryl sniffles as she reaches out to brush a hand along her cheek. “I-I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. You’ve been conscious, but nowhere near lucid enough for any of us to have a conversation with you.”

Toni laughs softly and immediately hisses, “It hurts.”

“You had a large blade plunged through your stomach, it’s going to hurt for awhile.” Cheryl scoffs with an amused roll of her eyes. “The doctor said it’ll be a few days until the pain lessens.”

“I want it to go away now.” Toni huffs.

“Always the one for dramatics.” Cheryl grins, and her gaze softens at the pain in Toni’s gaze. “Do you want me go get the doctor?”

“No. Just…” Toni trails off as she licks at her dry lips and grunts in frustration. “Gimme a second. I just need to wake up.”

“You should be sleeping.” Cheryl muses.

Toni gives a weak smile, “I’d rather stare at your beautiful face.”

“Always trying to slip in lines.” Cheryl teases as she presses a kiss to Toni’s knuckles. “But I’m serious. Go to sleep.”

“You’ll be here when I wake up?” Toni slurs.

“They’ll have to pull me away kicking and screaming, my love.” Cheryl assures her, and Toni smiles once more before she begins to drift. “Sweet dreams, I love you.”

Cheryl watches Toni with an adoring stare as she sleeps, and she tries to make sense of her last few days. Everything seems to be moving in fast motion and Cheryl is trying desperately to keep up, it’s like every time she is within reaching distance reality just slips from her grip. She tries to piece together the nights she has spent crying and the days she has spent mindlessly sitting in a hospital chair as Toni sleeps, but it just blurs together. Part of her wants everything to slow down so she can catch up, but a larger part of her is grateful that the entire situation hasn’t quite hit her. She isn’t so sure she’s ready to deal with the fallout of that.

“Hi.”

Cheryl tenses, “Cousin Betty.”

“I brought some flowers.” Betty whispers as she approaches the table to set them aside. “Just wanted to brighten up the room a little.”

“Who let you back?” Cheryl demands.

“Um, Sweet Pea. Jughead wanted to come back, but Fangs won’t let him.” Betty replies as she nervously wrings her hands. “He wanted to come back and apologize.”

“Toni needs to sleep…”

“He wanted to apologize to you.” Betty cuts in, and Cheryl tilts her head in confusion. “He feels awful about what happened, and he knows you blame him. He just wanted to apologize for everything.”

“I don’t want to hear him apologize, I want to see it. I want to see him change.” Cheryl murmurs. “She keeps getting thrown in the middle of his plans, and this time she almost got killed. So, I don’t want to hear an apology.”

Betty gives a small nod, “I understand.”

“Do you?” Cheryl scoffs as she turns her head to meet Betty’s wide eyes. “Do you understand what this is like? Do you know what it’s like to have Sweet Pea call you to tell you the woman you love has been stabbed? Because if you do then by all means, keep saying you understand.”

“Why are you being so mean, Cheryl? I’m trying.”

“And I appreciate that. I do. I’m not trying to be mean, I’m trying to open your eyes.” Cheryl hisses as her hand tightens around Toni’s. “I almost lost her. And for what? For FP’s honor? For Jughead’s ego? For some silly complex that she owes these people her life?”

Betty folds her arms over her chest, “This comes with the territory of dating a Serpent, Cheryl. It’s hard, but it’s something you just have to accept. You have to learn to just live with it.”

“I can live with dating a Serpent.” Cheryl assures her as her attention falls back to Toni. “But I can’t…no, I won’t live without her.”

“You really love her.” Betty whispers. “Don’t you?”

“More than I have ever loved anyone.” Cheryl admits as she reaches out to smooth a strand of hair from Toni’s pale face. “Thank you for the flowers, Toni will appreciate the color.”

Cheryl is thankful that Betty gets the silent cue and slips from the room. With a breath of irritation, Cheryl releases Toni’s hand so she can type out a text to Sweet Pea telling him to keep everyone out of the room. Deep down, Cheryl knows it’s selfish to keep their friends away but she doesn’t care. Right now all she cares about is her girlfriend getting better and getting her home. Now, with Toni slowly breaking through her drug induced sleep, Cheryl knows she is one step closer to healing.

“I’ll wait for you to wake up.” Cheryl mutters as she gives a small, broken hearted smile. “Just hurry up and get better, my love.”

-

“Ragamuffins.”

Fangs smiles in exhaustion, “Queen B.”

“I don’t know how you’ve managed to convince the nurses to ignore visiting hours, but I appreciate the effort.” Cheryl hums. “That one nurse, the one with on too many piercings, has finally stopped giving me death stares. Although she did tell me to tell you two to stop throwing stuff.”

“Someone has to keep her entertained.” Sweet Pea replies as he tosses a rubber band ball towards Fangs. “And she likes to threaten the nurses so we keep her in line when you can’t.”

Toni huffs from her place in the hospital bed, “I’m not five. You guys don’t have to take shifts babysitting me, I’ll be fine.”

“My love,” Cheryl coos as she crosses the room to stand on the side of Toni’s bed. “I don’t know if anyone told you, but you were stabbed. A long blade entered your body, cut through a lot of muscle, and now you’re here. So, you’re getting a babysitter whether you like it or not.”

“Fine.” Toni grumbles.

“You are so whipped.” Sweet Pea snorts. “Cheryl could ask you to jump off a roof and you’d do it with a big ass smile on your face. It’s pathetic, Tiny. You have become pathetic.”

“Lucky me.” Toni shrugs, but she immediately hisses in pain. “Fucking fuck. It literally hurts to breathe. Remind me to never get shanked again.”

“Not funny.”

Toni winces at the three unamused voices, “Too soon?”

“Way too soon.” Sweet Pea replies with a roll of his eyes. “Make jokes like that when you’re not laid up in a hospital bed, alright?”

“When are you getting out of here anyway?” Fangs asks with a small frown.

“Two weeks and three days. She has to do some physical therapy first.” Cheryl sighs as she runs a finger through pink and caramel locks. “After that, she’ll be laid up in bed for a week.”

“And then back to that hell hole called school. Go from one shit place to the next.” Toni sighs. “But I at least get to have my sexy ass girlfriend waiting on me hand and foot.”

Cheryl rolls her eyes with a blush, “Nana thinks it’d be better for us to hire a nurse that’s trained to deal with your type of injuries. I don’t want the wound to get infected.”

“She’s gonna see me shirtless.” Toni warns with an amused smirk, and her eyes light up as Cheryl’s lips twitch into a scowl. “And she’ll be putting her hands all over my body.”

“On second thought,” Cheryl hisses as her jaw flexes in annoyance. “I suppose I could speak with a doctor, maybe he can show me how to go about changing the bandage and making sure you don’t injure yourself further.”

Toni purses her lips, “You think Amazon sells sexy nurse costumes? But like not the cheap Halloween ones, the ones you use for roleplaying.”

“On that note.” Fangs chirps as he scrambles quickly from his chair. “I’m going to go somewhere far away from this conversation.”

Sweet Pea hurries to his feet, “I don’t want to watch you guys tear each other’s clothes off again, I’m going with him.”

“Sex is so not happening for a while.” Cheryl sneers.

Toni gaps in horror, “What?”

“You were stabbed, Antoinette.” Cheryl reminds her as their eyes lock. “At this point, sex won’t even be a discussion until you’ve been cleared for physical activity by your doctor.”

“But…” Toni trails off with a pout. “Why am I being punished?”

“Because you got stabbed.” Sweet Pea snorts.

Toni flashes him a quick glare, “I thought you were leaving.”

“Alright, alright. Consider us gone.” Sweet Pea grumbles as he gives her a wink. “Rest up, Tiny. We’ll swing and check on you tomorrow after school, alright?”

“See ya, you big lugs.” Toni calls.

Cheryl smiles softly as the two slip easily from the hospital room, “Did they wear you out? Are you wanting to get some sleep?”

“No, not yet.” Toni shrugs as she glances towards her abandoned cup. “Can you um can you pass me my cup?”

“Of course, babe,” Cheryl nods. “You don’t have to be ashamed to ask, Toni.”

“I’m not used to this. I didn’t really have anyone who cared to ice my bruises and wait on me when I was growing up.” Toni explains. “It’s a little bit hard to get used to.”

“Well, I hope you adjust to it soon because I’m at your service for as long as you want me.” Cheryl whispers as she hands Toni her cup.

Cheryl stares at Toni as she sips at her water and struggles to find a comfortable position in her bed. After a moment, her girlfriend huffs and collapses back on the mattress with a disgruntled scowl. Time is creeping by and every day Toni gets a little stronger, a little better. But it isn’t enough. She’s still trapped in the hospital, still in pain, and Cheryl just wants to sweep her up and away from this place. With a sigh, Cheryl tilts her head and she can’t fight her smile of adoration as wide brown eyes snap to look at her with confusion shining in them.

“Hi.” Cheryl grins.

Toni gives a lopsided smile, “Hi, babe.”

“You’re getting more color in your cheeks.” Cheryl notes as she lifts a hand to brush her fingertips along Toni’s cheek. “How are you feeling?”

“Stronger.” Toni shrugs as she pulls Cheryl’s away from her cheek and holds tight to her fingers. “How are you feeling?”

“The bed is too big without you.” Cheryl pouts.

“I’ll be home soon.” Toni assures her.

Cheryl hums, “Yeah.”

“Do you want to talk about what’s really going on in that head of yours?” Toni whispers.

“No…”

“Babe, it’s me. Open up.” Toni orders in a soft voice, and Cheryl simply meets her worried gaze. “Is this about what happened?”

Cheryl nods nervously, “Yes.”

“What do you want to know?”

“What happened?” Cheryl demands, and she curses herself for the way her voice breaks. “You’re a strong fighter, baby. And you’re smart. How did something like this happen?”

“There were a lot of them, and four of us.” Toni sighs as she plays with Cheryl’s fingers. “We tried to keep things from escalating…well, I did but it just got out of control. One second we were yelling at each other and the next Jughead had socked one of the guys. After that, all hell broke loose.”

Cheryl swallows hard, “And you? What did you do?”

“I protected my boys.” Toni shrugs. “I was fighting two while Jughead took care of the leader. At one point, the guy managed to land a good hit on Jughead and I saw the knife, so I reacted. I swung on him and he overpowered me.”

“Dammit, TT,” Cheryl sniffles as she quickly swipes away a falling tear. “You don’t realize how scared I was…”

“I-I hesitated.”

“What?”

“During the fight. I hesitated.” Toni murmurs. “I heard your voice in the back of my head and I thought about you waiting for me at home and I just couldn’t do it. I just wanted to go home to you.”

Cheryl whimpers at the confession, “Oh, babe.”

“I thought about you.” Toni whispers as she pulls Cheryl’s knuckles to her lips. “When I was laying there, all I could think about was that I didn’t get to ask you to marry me. I didn’t get to whisk you away from this awful town.”

“You really enjoy making me cry.” Cheryl mumbles as she quickly wipes away a tear. “I remember sitting there in the waiting room and just thinking about how much I love you.”

Toni smiles adoringly, “I love you more.”

“I don’t know if that’s possible.” Cheryl murmurs as she shakes her head. “You’re my entire world, Toni. I don’t know how to be me without you anymore.”

“Hey, look at me,” Toni frowns, and Cheryl slowly meets her narrowed eyes. “It’s going to be okay. I’m not going anywhere, Cheryl. I will never leave you, okay? I’m here to stay.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, TT…”

“I didn’t promise anything because I don’t need to. I know I won’t leave you, you’re stuck with me.” Toni chirps. “You and me? We’re it, Cheryl. We’re going to be high school sweethearts who have a million little redheaded babies and grow old together.”

Cheryl gives a watery laugh, “Yeah?”

“Of course.” Toni beams.

“You’re a dream, Antoinette.” Cheryl sighs, and Toni simply gives a playful wink. “I don’t know how I ended up getting so lucky with you, but I will forever be grateful for that drag race.”

Toni chuckles, “You and me both, babe.”

Cheryl presses forward to drop a gentle kiss upon Toni’s smiling lips, “Now, rest up. I need you better so I can get you out of here.”

“I’ll go to sleep on one condition…”

“I am not stealing the pudding cup from Mr. Walker’s room. Have Sweet Pea do it.” Cheryl cuts in with a roll of her eyes.

“What? No. No criminal activity involved. I just want you to…” Toni hisses as she shifts to make room on the small hospital bed. “Son of a bitch. I just want you to hold me.”

“Hey, stop moving. You’ll rip your stitches.” Cheryl scolds as her hands hover over Toni. “And if you think I’m getting in that bed then you are crazy, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It hurts knowing you’re so far away.” Toni whines as she struggles to reach out and awkwardly pat at the mattress. “Please?”

Cheryl immediately melts under the wide eyes and pout, and she hates how easy it is for Toni to get her to fold. With a grumble of displeasure, Cheryl stands to kick off her heels before she peeks nervously at the door as she crawls onto the bed. With as much stealth as she could manage, Cheryl finally lays back and sighs happily as Toni settles into her side. With such ease, Toni manages to wipe away the stress of the last week and all Cheryl can do is bask in it as she presses a soft, lingering kiss to her girlfriend’s head.

“I feel better.” Toni grins.

“Oh, I’m sure.” Cheryl snorts.

“Um, this is uh gonna sound stupid,” Toni warns as she nuzzles her nose into Cheryl’s neck. “But can you sing to me?”

Cheryl stills, “Sing?”

“Yeah. I just…I need to hear your voice.” Toni admits as her cheeks flush a dark pink. “Fuck. That sounds so lame. You don’t have to.”

“I want to. Anything for you.” Cheryl whispers as she kisses Toni’s head again. “What a surprise, gazing into your eyes. I swear that I still got lost in the light. No photograph could possibly show the you I know.”

Toni lights up, “No doubts, no more fears…”

Cheryl scowls in displeasure, “I thought this was a solo.”

“Sorry, baby.” Toni yawns.

“Anyway. Where was I?” Cheryl huffs, but Toni knows it holds no bite. “No doubts, no more fears. I see you shine and the dark disappears, then I know everything will fine because you’re mine.”

“S’good.” Toni mumbles tiredly. “Keep going.”

Cheryl allows her soft voice to sweep Toni off, and heart warms as her girlfriend finally goes slack in her arms and falls asleep. She lays there with Toni pressed warmly against her side and everything seems so much better. Cheryl is in love with Toni, and there’s no denying it. Her heart and soul belong to the beautiful woman in her arms, and Toni is safe. She’s alive. She’s okay. She’s here. And that thought lulls Cheryl into a peaceful sleep.

-

Two weeks and four days. It takes two weeks and four days before Toni is released with strict instructions that Cheryl follows even though Toni pouts in annoyance. Cheryl pretty much spends every waking moment stressing, and it takes both Veronica and Toni to convince her to go back to school. She cries the night before she goes back and Toni simply holds her and kisses away her tears; she just doesn’t know if she can do it, she doesn’t know if she can willingly part with Toni. But she will. She does. All because Toni asks her to.

Toni may be home, but she’s still stuck on bed rest and she insists her friends and girlfriend go on with their lives. So, Cheryl does. She mindlessly wanders into school with exhaustion clear on her face and Toni’s jacket snug on her body. She feels the eyes on her as she struts through the halls, but she doesn’t have it in her to care. All she wants is to get through this day so it’ll be one step closer to being able to be back with her girlfriend. She knows the school has heard about Toni’s accident and some are sympathetic, but mostly everyone tiptoes around her in an effort to avoid her wrath.

Everyone except Reggie Mantle and Chuck Clayton.

Cheryl knows she shouldn’t be surprised when she catches wind of the things being said by Riverdale High’s golden boys, but it doesn’t stop her from burning with rage. She doesn’t care if people aren’t fond of Toni or the Serpents, but Cheryl refuses to allow them to trash the only people who care and love Cheryl for who she is. So, when third period dismisses them, Cheryl storms through the halls until she finds their little huddle laughing loudly against a row of lockers.

“I heard that snake is still in the hospital.”

If a fire was crackling before, it only grows at the words that Reggie spews. A fight has been brewing in her for days, and she’s ready to take her anger out on somebody. She’s glad that this someone deserves it. Just as she steps forward, she feels a strong arm push against her middle and she lifts her head to meet Sweet Pea’s gaze. She pushes against his arm with a silent order to release her, but he stiffens his arm and gives her a strong shove until she stumbles back into Kevin’s arms.

“What do you want, Danny Zuko?” Chuck demands.

Sweet Pea slowly steps forward, “I understand that the two of you have been running your mouths, disrespecting one of us.”

“Oh, that Serpent slut?” Reggie laughs. “She got what she deserved. It’s a shame that freak couldn’t finish her off for good.”

Cheryl chokes on a breath, “Excuse me?”

Reggie smirks, “I said it’s too bad that loser did such a botched job, could’ve gotten rid of that Serpent scum without any of us getting our hands dirty.”

“I will kill you.” Sweet Pea growls.

“Hey, all I need is a knife and we can start taking you greasers down one by one.” Chuck smirks as he trades a high five with a teammate. “So, I suggest you steer clear.”

Sweet Pea chuckles deep in his throat, “You don’t scare me.”

“I should.” Chuck scoffs as he shoves Sweet Pea’s shoulders. “Then again, you’re hanging around the likes of Cheryl Blossom and nothing’s scarier than that cold hearted bitch.”

“Watch it.” Fangs growls.

“Oh God. You’re defending the Ice Queen now too? You freaks really at warped.” Reggie snorts. “How much is she paying you to do her bidding?”

Cheryl gives a breath of laughter, “Oh, Reginald. That’s cute. You’re cute. Unlike you, I’ve earned the loyalty I receive from them. You see, you have it in your head that your precious Bulldogs respect you but I think all that gel you use is starting to seep into that tiny brain of yours.”

“Oh, fuck off.” Reggie laughs as he flashes a glance to Cheryl. “You’re the worst part of this situation. You hate the Southside yet you’ve taken it upon yourself to shack up with their princess.”

Cheryl rolls her eyes, “No need to pour all your jealousy into this, Mantle. All I care about is that you keep my girlfriend’s name out of your mouths. I’d appreciate it if you’d respect her.”

“Are you serious?” Chuck laughs as he steps into Cheryl’s space. “Your little girlfriend got what was coming to her, just because that Serpent slut spread her legs for you doesn’t mean that the rest of us have to tolerate her.”

Cheryl squeaks in surprise as she is jolted forward when a form comes crashing by and a fist collides with Chuck’s jaw. She expects it to be Sweet Pea or Fangs, but instead she is met with Jughead’s darkening gaze as he stands over Chuck’s sprawled form with Sweet Pea at his side. As Cheryl looks to him, she sees the clear exhaustion and anger in his dark eyes; all it takes is one look at Jughead to see that he’s struggling with this situation just as badly as she is. Much to her displeasure, she feels guilty for the anger and harsh words she has thrown his way over the last week.

Jughead stares down at Chuck with a heaving chest and a scowl on his face, “Talk about her like that one more time.”

“You’re dead, Jones…”

“I don’t think so, you brainless bastard.” Cheryl scoffs as she steps into Reggie’s space and brings her knee up to connect with his pelvis. “He isn’t the only one who gets to have some fun.”

Cheryl isn’t really sure what happens after that, it all becomes a blur of Serpents and Bulldogs. The next thing she can really get a grasp on is one of the Serpents sweeping her from the growing crowd and moving her away from the fight. She tries to throw herself into the fray, but Veronica keeps a tight grasp on her arm and Kevin clutches onto her hand as they watch on in horror. Much to Cheryl’s surprise, she sees Archie fighting alongside Jughead and a swell of gratitude fills her as she notices the protective gleam to his gaze. It amazes her that Golden Boy Andrews is fighting alongside the very people who he supposedly hates.

“Hey! Hey, that’s enough!”

A few students manage to scatter, but Cheryl finds herself being herded to Principal Weatherbee’s office alongside most of the Serpents. As soon as they’re in the cramped space, the man separates them and Cheryl is surprised that she is grouped with the Serpents on the opposite side of the room. With a sigh, she lowers herself beside Jughead and takes her time to observe him from the corner of her eye; he has a busted lips and a swelling left eye, but he doesn’t look too bad. Not as bad as Reggie who is unable to open his right eye while Fangs is using his tongue to wiggle a tooth that looks a little too loose on his bottom row.

“Thank you.” Cheryl whispers.

Jughead rubs his fist and twitches his lips into a ghost of a smile, “Toni’s one of my best friends, I’d do it again if I had to.”

“I’m…sorry. For blaming you.” Cheryl sighs. “Look, I don’t do apologetic. I’m not good at it. But I do appreciate you defending her honor.”

Jughead smiles softly, “Like I said, she’s my best friend and my family. Serpents don’t let others get away with disrespecting their own, especially when the one they’re defending is the self-declared princess.”

“She is a princess.” Cheryl huffs, but her tone holds no anger. “I wouldn’t be caught dead dating a peasant, I have standards.”

“Of course you do.” Jughead sniffs, and his brow furrows as he crosses his arms. “I’m sorry. For what happened, for getting Toni involved. If I could go back, I would’ve just kept my mouth shut.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that.” Cheryl hums, and Jughead flashes her a bemused frown. “Face it, Jones, you’re a hothead. We have that in common. We don’t know when to stop.”

“It’s a very…trying habit.” Jughead chuckles.

“I’ve come to realize that.” Cheryl replies with a lopsided grin, and she runs her gaze over him with a giggle. “I think Toni would be knocked breathless if she saw us right now.”

“Betty would have a heart attack.” Jughead snorts.

“Oh sweet cousin Betty.” Cheryl sighs.

“Y’know, we’re probably going to get suspended for this.” Jughead points out as he looks to her with amusement in his gaze. “You sure you can handle that, Cheryl?”

Cheryl twists her lips into a frown, “I’d prefer a suspension. Now that Toni is home, I want to be able to be home to take care of her.”

“Planning to play nursemaid?” Jughead asks.

“Mm, Toni and I do enjoy a good roleplaying session. And I would look adorable in a nurse’s costume. Thanks for the idea.” Cheryl beams, and Jughead audibly gags. “Oh please, like you and Betty don’t get a little kinky.”

Jughead is saved from having to answer as their principal ushers a group of Bulldogs from his office and waves the Serpents and Cheryl inside. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she is offered one of the chairs, and she is quick to meet Weatherbee’s glare as he looks at them. It amazes her that she once used to look at the Serpents the way their principal does now; he looks at them with so much judgment, his eyes leaking with disgust. It makes her fists curl and that dark part of her shake to be released, it makes harsh words settle on the tip of her tongue. It’s all she can focus on as he drones on, as he lazily goes about scolding them for something they didn’t do.

“Frankly, I’m tired of repeating myself.” The man scoffs. “Mr. Mantle gave me his version of what happened, and he let me know who threw the first punch. Mr. Jones, it was you…correct?”

Jughead shrugs, “Yes, sir.”

“To avoid any more of these…confrontations, I think it’ll be best for a few days of suspension.” Principal Weatherbee hisses as he looks to Jughead. “Your suspension will be set for seven days, when you return you’ll be enjoying a few weeks of after school detention.”

With that, he begins to deal out detentions to the other Serpents who take them with smirks; Cheryl isn’t surprised that they’re proud of it. As she sits and watches, she notes the way the man’s eyes continuously skip over her until Sweet Pea is the last one left. As soon as Sweet Pea is dealt two days of suspension and four Saturday detentions, Principal Weatherbee falls silent and narrows his eyes before he warns them all to learn how to stay out of trouble and to learn how to fight with something other than their fists.

Cheryl clears her throat, “And me?”

“Seeing as you are a model student and this is your first offense, I’ll be setting you up with three days of morning detention.” Principal Weatherbee replies with a nod. “I do advise you to look for better company, Ms. Blossom.”

“That company is my girlfriend and my friends.”

Principal Weatherbee flinches and squirms in his chair, “I’m well aware of your new…friendships. I just think it’d be wise for the captain of the Vixens to be setting a better example for the girls she leads, teaching them how to display class.”

“My girls don’t need me to teach them anything about class.” Cheryl sneers. “If anything, you need to learn some class.”

Principal Weatherbee huffs as the Serpents smother their laughter into their hands, “You’re toeing a fine line, Ms. Blossom. I’d advise you to take a step back to avoid crossing it.”

“Consider it crossed.” Cheryl drawls. “You’re punishing them for defending their friend, you have no idea what Reggie and Chuck were saying about her. You didn’t even care to ask, you just displayed your typical bias attitude.”

“Ms. Blossom,” The man growls. “You are this close to being suspended…”

“Then suspend me, Mr. Weatherbee.” Cheryl snaps as she crosses her arms over her chest. “I will go down fighting for Toni’s respect. So, you might as well do yourself a favor and nip the problem in the bud while you can.”

Principal Weatherbee clenches his jaw and curls his hands into fists, “Very well. Consider it done. Your consequences will be the same as Mr. Jones. I don’t want to see either of you on this campus for the next five days.”

Jughead salutes sarcastically, “Consider me gone.”

Cheryl is a little surprised by the sense of pride that washes over her as she stands to follow the herd of Serpents from the office. As they spill into the hallway, Sweet Pea gives her a smirk and throws a strong arm around her shoulders as he guides her from the school and towards her car. All the pent of adrenaline fades slowly as she drives home to Toni, everything melts away until she is left feeling blank. It isn’t till she wanders into Thistlehouse and hears Toni laughter that she settles; her heels click evenly on the hardwood floors as she follows the sound, and her heart skips a beat as she happens upon her girlfriend. Toni is still on the couch with Blossom asleep on the chair nearby and a half eaten bowl of popcorn abandoned on the coffee table.

“Well, don’t you look comfortable.” Cheryl muses as she crosses the room to hover over the back of the couch. “Hi, baby.”

Toni beams up at her, “You’re home.”

“Did Pea text you?” Cheryl demands as she leans down to press a kiss to Toni’s forehead. “Because you know he loves to rile you up, and the fight wasn’t that bad.”

“Fight?” Toni repeats slowly. “What fight?”

“Oh.”

“Cher,” Toni begins with a hesitant frown. “What are you talking about? Did the boys get into a fight? Are they okay? Oh God, did you get into a fight? If someone touched you then I swear I’ll…”

“Hey, calm down.” Cheryl orders as she narrows her eyes. “Reel in the dramatics, TT. I technically started the fight. Let’s just say that Jughead fed Chuck a nice knuckle sandwich.”

Toni laughs adoringly, “Only my girlfriend could use the term knuckle sandwich and sound absolutely adorable while doing it.”

“You’re hateful.” Cheryl huffs.

“Aw, baby,” Toni coos, and Cheryl immediately stiffens as she notices a flare of pain erupt in brown eyes. “Fuck. I can’t lift my arms…”

“Good. You don’t deserve cuddles.” Cheryl scoffs even as she walks around the couch to drop gracefully beside Toni. “Would you like for me to tell you what happened?”

“Only if you kiss me first.”

Cheryl feels her heart thud heavily as she takes in Toni’s serious expression, and she can’t bear to deny her adorable girlfriend of her request. As soon as she leans into Toni, her blood sings and her entire body warms; she supposes this is what it feels like, love that is. She feels it rush through her as she cradles Toni’s face and pushes closer to her, close enough to feel like she can safely melt into the other woman’s arms. She kisses her until her lungs scream in protest and black spots dance behind her eyelids, kisses her until her world spins and slowly collapses from beneath her feet.

“Wow.” Toni pants as Cheryl slowly draws away and rests their foreheads together. “Not sure what brought that on, but maybe you should kiss me like that every day.”

Cheryl smiles softly, “Your wish is my command.”

“Ah, now you’re acting cute.” Toni smirks as she pulls back to playfully narrow her eyes. “Being cute isn’t going to stop me from thinking about the fact that my beautiful girlfriend got into a fight with a bunch of airheads today.”

“Just preparing myself.” Cheryl shrugs.

Toni arches an eyebrow, “For?”

“TT, it isn’t going to be long before I’m sporting my own cheesy leather jacket. This is part of being a Serpent. I know the laws and…”

“We’ve talked about this.” Toni cuts in, and Cheryl startles at the ice in her tone. “We’re not discussing you joining till after graduation. If it’s something you really want then we can talk to FP about it, but your main focus is supposed to be college.”

Cheryl rolls her eyes, “You don’t get to decide my future for me.”

“But I do get a say in it, remember? This is our future. Together. Or has that changed?” Toni snaps, but Cheryl sees the immediate regret. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”

“Yes you did.” Cheryl sighs as she reaches out to brush a hand over Toni’s bruised cheek. “And you’re right, it is our future. That hasn’t changed, I promise. Can we just…drop this? Just till you’re not healing from a stab wound?”

“Yeah, babe,” Toni nods. “I’d like that.”

“How about One Tree Hill and pizza?” Cheryl suggests in a soft tone. “It’s almost time for your pain killers so you’ll be passed out before the first episode is over.”

Toni smiles softly, “No homework?”

“I have an entire week to worry about that. The beauty of suspension.” Cheryl chirps as she stands from the couch. “I’m going to go order the pizza, que up season three.”

“Wait! Suspension? Cheryl, get back here!”

Cheryl giggles and flees from the room.

[strangeinvader9]

Meeting The World’s Greatest Swordsman

"Jewel, get back here!" Fluffy shouted. I laughed, running around the deck with Ace's hat on my head. "You'll have to catch me if you want your boyfriend's hat back!" I called back to her. Rounding the corner to the open deck, I skidded to a halt and turned back. Fluffy had stopped a few feet back and was bent over, breathing hard. I grinned at her. "Well since you clearly don't want this back," I took the hat off and twirled it a bit. "I think I'll keep it." I placed it back on my head. The grin I gave her probably matched Luffy's as she glared at me. "Dammit Jewel! Give that back!" She growled. I turned around and wiggled my rear tauntingly at her. "Ne-ne-ne-ne-ne," I teased. "Come get it Fluff-ball." She snarled and started walking up to me. Since I now faced her, every step she took forward, I took back. This continued until my back was pressed against something hard. Confused, as I didn't recall anyone else being outside, I removed Ace's hat and looked up. What I saw wiped the grin off my face in a hurry. A wide-brimmed, purple hat, black sideburns, a thin mustache, a goatee like beard and vibrant yellow eyes. Gasping, I jerked forward and stumbled back a few steps. "Dracule Mihawk," I whispered. As if confirming my obvious statement, he nodded. Overwhelmed by such a fact, I fainted. Before I lost total consciousness, I heard "I'll be taking that." Sometime later, I heard what sounded like arguing. "I told you, I did nothing to her." "Well, something happened! The poor girl is unconscious!" "She. Merely. Fainted. Do you not recall me telling you that?" I groaned. The arguing voices were giving me a headache. "She's waking up!" Slowly opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was a shock of red hair. Then I noticed three diagonal scars over one grey eye as well as the scruff of a beard-mustache combo. "Ungh, Shanks?" I grumbled, lifting a hand to my throbbing head. The concerned look on the redheads' face vanished into a grin. "Hey kiddo! How ya doin'?" he asked. "Other than apparently ramming my head into the deck, I'm fine," I answered. "About that. What happened?" "Last I recall was bumping into what appeared to be Dracule Mihawk. But that can't be right. Mihawk isn't here." I raised a brow as the grin Shanks wore only grew at my statement. "Actually, he is," he corrected. "He is ?" I asked. "Right over there, in fact." Spotting the Warlord Shanks was pointing to, I yelped and hid behind the confused Emperor. "Hmm? What's wrong, Jewel?" Shanks asked, looking back at me. "He scares the living daylights out of me!" I exclaimed. "Hawkeyes? Is it because of his eyes?" "I could care less about his eyes! It's that 'I am the almighty Dracule Mihawk; greatest swordsman in the world, fear me' aura he gives off. That and his immense power of badassitude is intimidating." "So, you fear a Warlord, but you're okay hiding behind an Emperor who's more powerful?" I gave him a funny look. "Shanks, you're too adorable to be scary," I said. He grinned broadly and threw his arm around me in a tight hug. "Aww, thanks Jewel!" he practically cooed. "Ech! Too... much... hugging... Shanks!" I gasped. Chuckling, he released his grip on me. "Sorry, sorry. But anyway, why not get to know Hawkeyes before you run screaming in terror?" he suggested. "Are you crazy? I can't even stand near the guy without my knees turning to jelly! What makes you think I can talk to him?" "He's not such a bad guy. You and your friend want him to teach you swordsmanship, right?" "Well, yeah but-" "Then it's settled!" He stood up and threw me over his shoulder. "Wait, wait! Shanks, put me down!" I protested. "Not until you talk to him," he denied. "Alright! I'll talk to him if you get Fluffy to talk to him too!" Shanks paused in mid-step before turning around. "Alright then!" he chirped. Man's awfully cheery for a pirate. I thought, going limp over his shoulder. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was just crazy. "Wha-? Oof! Shanks," I heard Fluffy complain. "What? Jewel said that if I got you to come, she'd ask Mihawk to teach you," he explained. Fluffy glared at me from Shanks' other shoulder. "What? I'm not going near that man by myself," I argued. She sighed. "Jewel, I already told you. Just imagine him as the overprotective fatherly type." "Says the girl who nervously shoved a cinnamon roll in her mouth right after!" "I wasn't nervous! Just hungry." "Oh whatever. Just admit he scares you too." "Does not." "Does too." "Does not." "Does too." "Does not-ow!" "Hahaha-ouch!" My laughter at Fluffy being dropped on her butt was cut short as I was also dropped on my butt. "There you go! Hawkeyes, these two lovely ladies would like to ask you something!" Shanks announced, placing his hand on my head. I glared up at the redhead before realising he'd dumped us in front of Hawkeyes. "Uh-huh. Hi," I meekly greeted. Hearing a 'THUMP' beside me, I turned to see Fluffy fainted. "Doesn't scare me, my ass," I grumbled. "You fainted just like I did." Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. Looking up, I noticed Dracule was offering a hand to me. Hesitantly, I placed my hand in his and he helped me up. "Are you alright?" he asked. "You looked like you took a nasty fall." "Hmm? O-oh. I'm alright, just a small bump on my head and minor bruising on my tailbone." Mihawk sighed and shook his head. "That man gets a little too overexcited. He's like a puppy," he commented, watching the retreating figure of Shanks. I laughed nervously, also watching Shanks. "He's-he's okay. I think he's funny. Ah!" Turning to Mihawk, I bowed politely. "I-I forgot to i-introduce myself." Holding a hand out after straightening, I said "Phoenix Jewels. Everyone calls me Jewel." Taking my hand in his, he placed a kiss to the back of it causing my cheeks to flame red. "Pleasure to meet you, Jewel," he said. Damn he's smooth. I thought. Glancing down at Fluffy, he asked, "Who's your friend?" It took me a moment to get over my daze before I spoke. "Wolffang Hyano. We call her Fluffy," I said. "I see. Wasn't there something you wanted to ask me?" "Eh? Ah! Yes!" Bowing again, I said, "Dracule Mihawk, it would be a great honor if you let us train under you." He sighed and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Would you stop that bowing thing? It's weird," he asked. Straightening with a blush, I apologized. "S-sorry. Hawkeyes, w-would you t-teach Fluffy and me s-swordsmanship?" He quirked a brow in my direction. "What's with the stammer? Are you nervous?" he asked. "I-I wouldn't call it nervous," I disagreed "Oh?" "M-more l-like in-intimidated." He removed his hat before running a hand through his hair, seeming annoyed. I had to resist the urge to squeal. His messy black hair was so sexy! "Look, I'm not going to-what's with you?" he interrupted himself, noticing the red hue to my cheeks. "Uh, n-noth-nothing!" I stammered. "Don't lie to me, Jewel." "I-I'm not lying! It's just that...I just...y-you see...I- ugh." Taking a deep breath, I looked right at him as I explained. "Mr. Hawkeyes, you intimidate the hell out of me but at the same time..." I sighed and looked away as I lost my courage. "At the same time, I think you're sexy," I mumbled. Mihawk placed a hand under my chin and gently made me look up at him. "What was that?" He asked. It took all my willpower not to faint right then and there. Again. Cheeks now vermilion, I repeated, "At the same time, I think you're sexy." A sharp cry of "Jewel!" made me look to my right. I cringed, seeing Fluffy now awake. "How much did you hear?" I asked her. "Enough to know you're cheating on Law with Hawkeyes!" She stated. My face ears and neck exploded in red at the accusation. "Th-tha-that's not the case!" I exclaimed, mortified. "I merely gave the man a compliment!" "You don't need to be that close for a compliment." Realising Mihawk and I were standing in a harmless yet intimate position, I jumped back about two feet. "It's not what you think, I swear!" I protested. "Then what happened?" she demanded as she stood. "I gave Mihawk a compliment that was too quiet to hear so he asked me to repeat myself and came closer to actually hear me. That's it ! I wouldn't betray someone like that!" Fluffy sighed, walked over to me and smacked me upside the head. "Ow! Fluffy!" I whined. "That's for flirting with the instructor," she explained. "Are you crazy?! I'm not flirting with Mihawk! And he didn't agree to be our teacher." Annoyed, she grabbed my ear and tugged, causing me to flail. "What did you do?" she hissed. "Ow, ow, ow, ow! Nothing! I just haven't officially asked him yet!" I yelped. "Why not?" "I was afraid to. The guy scares the shit out of me; I couldn't talk right." She let me go with a sigh. "I told you he's not that scary," she reminded me. "Says the girl who fainted the second Shanks dropped us here, hypocrite," I pointed out,rubbing my ear. "That wasn't fear, it was manliness." "Oh, right,sure. Just like shoving a cinnamon roll in your mouth was hunger instead of nerves, right?" "Exactly!" I rolled my eyes and flicked her forehead. "Go back to being unconscious, Fur-ball. I'll ask Dracule myself," I commented. "Why don't you make me, Cotton-tail," she snapped. "Ooh, 'cotton-tail'. I'm so hurt." "You will be when I finish with you, fleabag!" "Bring it on, Fishbreath." We both went neko and rolled around in a tangle of teeth, claws and fur. We only stopped when arms wrapped around either of us and yanked us apart. Even then, we still yowled and hissed at each other. "Enough, both of you," Mihawk's voice commanded. A chill danced along my back as I realized he was restraining me. With a final annoyed hiss, I settled down and simply glared at Fluffy. She snarled back and Shanks tightened his grip on her. "If we let you go, will you behave?" Mihawk asked. "Yes," Fluffy agreed while I answered, "Unlikely." Fluffy was released while I was further restrained. Red coated my face as I felt Mihawks muscles against my back and across my stomach. The dude practically radiated power with these muscles. I should probably behave, I thought. I don't want to be hurt more than needed. "What were you two fighting over?" Shanks asked. "Fluffy being a hypocrite," I answered. "How am I being a hypocrite?" Fluffy asked. "You insist that I shouldn't be afraid of Mihawk despite his overwhelming intimidation factor and yet you faint the second you're in front of him." "That's because I know he's not a bad guy. He trained Zoro and even Shanks is friends with him." "Shanks is like Luffy, a dolt that can befriend anyone and Zoro is too stubborn to take no for an answer." "Hurtful Jewel," Shanks commented. "Sorry Shanks. But Fluffy, you have to admit I'm right. Even if Mihawk doesn't scare you, we both know that he does makae you nervous. Only an idiot wouldn't be." "Mean!" "Quiet, Redhair," Mihawk interrupted, causing him to pout. I held a hand to my mouth to suppress a giggle. That man was too adorable for his own good. "Alright, I admit it!" Fluffy surrendered. "Hawkeyes does make me nervous. But it's only because of his badass warlord power." I smirked triumphantly. "Knew it," I commented. "Quiet you," she remarked. "I have a proposition for the two of you," Mihawk announced before I could retort. Fluffy and I looked at him and I remembered he still had a restricted grip on me. "You both wish for me to train you in swordsmanship, right?" "If it's not too much of a hassle," Fluffy added. I nodded agreement. "Very well. Since neither of you have a weapon with which to train, I recommend going into town and getting one. When you both come back with the proper weapon, then I will teach you." "Really?" Fluffy asked. "You mean it?" I questioned. He looked down at me and smirked. "So long as you behave, kitten," he said. My cheeks flushed before I turned and threw my arms around him in gratitude. "Thank you so much, Hawkeyes!" I exclaimed happily. I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled and patted my back gently. "Don't mention it. And I don't mind if you call me Mihawk. Either of you," he assured me. "Yes, sir!" Fluffy and I agreed then headed for town. Before I left the ship, I tackled Shanks in a hug. "Thanks for all your help, Redhair," I said. He laughed and hugged me back. "No problem there, Jewel," he responded. "Now, off with ya to get your weapon." Grinning, I jumped up and raced into town after Fluffy. While she looked for a weapons dealer, I decided on a blacksmith. I figured what better way to make sure you have a good weapon for yourself than to have it custom made? Upon reaching the blacksmith, I explained what I was looking for and she told me she could have it ready in an hour. Nodding my thanks, I decided to stroll around the town. "Jewel, where's your sword?" I heard behind me. Turning back, I saw Fluffy leaving the weapons shop. "I'm having it custom made. It'll be ready in an hour," I explained. "Ah. Well, here's mine. What do you think?" It was then I became aware of the sword strapped to her hip. It was a long sword with a red hilt and a blue sheath with a vine pattern wrapped around it. "Bastard sword, right?" I clarified. She nodded with a wide smile. "Yup! The shop owner said it was perfect for someone like me." "Interesting. I might go in myself." "Eh? I thought you were getting yours custom made?" "I am." "Then y go into a weapons shop?" I smirked. "Because, oh Fluffy one, I might not always have my sword with me and I want a backup just in case," I explained. She nodded in understanding. "That makes total sense. You think I should get one?" She questioned. "Fluff, that's up to you. You can either rely on a backup weapon or your hand to hand. I intend to rely on both."  With that, I went into the shop, not bothering to see if she followed me or not. When I returned to the ship an hour and a half later, everyone was shocked to see me with a greatsword strapped to my back and a tetsugen wrapped around my arm. Smirking widely, I proclaimed, "I'm taking no chances. Now, shall we get started?"

[choisgirls]

Requests for Saeran you say? Hmmmm... What about some Fouran aka the amazing otp

a-mess-of-a-princess said:Uuhhh can i get some… fouran?? And a milkshake shanks :3

i love hate both of you and I full on wrote one

I used this prompt HERE

and yeah its a self-insert so if you guys are reading and don’t /like/ it, that’s a-okay, feel free to change the name and appearances to match your own ^^

Words: its uuuuuuuh 3,546 words

Pairing: Saeran x Four so viva la fouran

Masterlist~

The bell over the doorjingles.

I look over the counter- afairly tall figure started to approach fairly rapidly. As they got closer, Icould see full hips being hugged by black leather jeans and a long, silverwallet chain swiftly bouncing off of them. I felt my face get hot and ducked backdown to finish cleaning the previously spilled soil before they got closer. Anotherglanced revealed their leather coat, grey tank top and- God, Saeran, don’t lookat her chest, what is wrong with you! Now you have to look her in the eye,knowing you already looked at her chest. Wait- oh she’s really close now, Ishould probably stand up. She looks angry, is she alright?

Standing up, I open mymouth to welcome her to my shop before being cut off by her hand slamming a $20bill onto the counter. Looking through her long lashes, her electric blue eyespierced right through me- I couldn’t tell if I was infatuated, or genuinelyterrified. I was starting to feel sorry for whoever made her this angry.

“How do Ipassive-aggressively say ‘fuck you’ in flower?” a smooth voice passed byher lips.

“Good morning to youtoo, miss” I say, watching as she closed her eyes for a second whiletaking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, I’mjust… so pissed off. You’re right, I was being rude. You deserve better thanthat, let me try again,” suddenly she crouched down on the other side ofthe counter, startling me when she popped back up with a bright smile now gracingher features. “Good morning, Mr. Shop keep!” she bowed with anexaggerated flourish, “How might one say, oh I don’t know, ‘Fuck you’ inflower, all mighty flower God?” She giggled at herself after, covering hermouth before continuing. “No, but really. Is there a way to do that? I’dreally like a bouquet like that.”

With a thoughtful smile ather enthusiasm, I lean against the counter with my chin in my palm. “Hmm,I think there’s a way to do that, yeah. Mind if I ask why?” I watched herfake smile turn down to a frown before moving her hand to move her bangs awayfrom her eye- I felt my own smile falter.

“Ah, just… some exboyfriend of mine. It’s- It’s a long story,” she stammered, looking at herfeet. Well shit- I didn’t mean to do that.

“H-hey look, no needto tell me, just trying to make conversation,” I said, standing straightand rubbing the back of my neck. I’m starting to get nervous and tense, butwhy? I looked at how distant her eyes seemed now, thinking back to her previousrelationship. 'Damn, I don’t want to see her like that,’ I thought to myself,looking away from her before she noticed me staring. With a soft sigh, Icleared my throat and glanced her way again. “I don’t normally let peopleback here, but…” I started, walking to the greenhouse door, “Youlook really determined to tell this dude to fuck off. Want to come back with meand watch?”

Her whole face lit up likethe sun- her eyes brightened up like the blue sky to match. There- I like thatlook a lot better than the last one. Wait, maybe I like it a little too much- Ican feel my face heating up again, dammit! I gestured for her to hurry up andget through the door before closing it behind us, using that time to take adeep breath. What was I doing? What’s happening? I never let anyone near myflowers- what is this stranger doing to me all of a sudden?

Behind me, I hear a soft'wow’ pass by her lips. Over my shoulder, I can see her profile as she looksaround the room at all of the flowers.

“There’s so manycolours in here. And you take care of them all? By yourself?” she asked. Iwalked up next to her and started to beam with pride.

“Yup! They’re like mybabies. Come on,” I lightly brush my fingertips against her hand before Iretract my hand. What did I just try to do? Hold her hand? Saeran, get a grip.I find my hand scratching behind my neck again, nervously trying to redeemmyself. “L-let’s go this way. The ones we want first are gonna be overhere.” I lead her to some bright red geranium’s, watching the corners ofher mouth curl upwards.

“Wow!” shecrouched down to get face to face with them. I noticed she got as close aspossible, but didn’t touch them. She seems to have high respect for theflowers, or maybe for me? I watch her smile face up at me- if she keeps thisup, my face will be as red as these flowers. Crouching down next to her, I pickthrough the geranium’s and cut them with long stems. “Hey, I never caughtyour name?” she said, as I stopped mid-cut. Shit, that’s right. I mentallyface-palmed myself.

“I-it’s Saeran.Nothing special,” my eyebrows drew together as she groaned indisappointment. “I’m… sorry?” I turned to look at her in confusion.I came face to face with this adorable pout and had to move back a little bitto slow my heart rate.

“Nah, it’s alright. Ijust thought maybe it was some sort of flower pun,” she started, glancingto the flowers before looking back at me. I immediately shot her a deadpanstare- she returned with a slight shrug and a smirk. “You neverknow!”

“Haha, reallyfunny,” I finished clipping the stems and stood up, watching as shefollowed. “So?” I raised an eyebrow, “What about you? What’syour name?” She tilted her head to the left- I watched as her longer,side-swept bangs fell across her face. What an idiot.

“My name’sFour,” she muttered, tucking her bangs behind her ear- the curls causedthem to bounce right back out.

“Four? Like thenumber?” I shook my head with a chuckle. Was that a slight blush on herface? “And you thought my name was going to be funny?”

“Hey! It’s anickname!” there was that pout again. She had naturally pouty lips, Ipreviously noticed, so her pouts seem very dramatic. I raised an eyebrow ather.

“A nickname, huh? Areyou sure it’s not your age-” another pout, “Alright then, Four, it’snice to meet you,” I threw a wink at her before turning my back to her,where she couldn’t see my face turn maroon and horror being painted across it.Where did that confidence come from, Saeran?! What is wrong with you? I couldn’thelp but wonder if she was blushing too. With a shake of my head to clear mythoughts, I started to lead her over to the foxgloves instead.

“Um, so..Saeran,” she mumbled, “You seem to know a lot about these flowers.How do these specific ones say 'fuck you’ to someone?” I chuckled- this isone of my favourite parts.

“Ah, each flower hasa different meaning!” I saw in the corner of my eye that she started towalk by my side. Her hair seemed to bounce with each step- the sun keptcatching both her eyes and her hair- both shining with different breathtakingshades of blue. Damn, they really were breathtaking- I forgot to finishanswering her question. Swallowing the newfound lump in my throat, I turn thecorner and finish. “Like the geraniums- they mean 'stupidity’. And thesefoxgloves,” gesturing to the bell-shaped, cream coloured flowers,“mean 'insincerity’. So we’ll just get a few other ones to, as you said,passive-aggressively say 'fuck you’ to your ex boyfriend!” I went aheadand picked a few stalks, handing them over to her to carry. She seemed to getreally interested in her surroundings all of a sudden- pointing to differentflowers and asking me their meanings.

“Wow, you really doknow all of their meanings,” she said as I stood up, throwing her an unblinkingstare.

“Did you think I wasbluffing?” she shook her head and smiled at me.

“No no, I justthought maybe you were making them up as you went, but you seem prettyconfident that they’re right,” she giggled at the unamused look I threw ather, “Okay! To be fair! There are a lot of them, I could never rememberthem all!”

“So you thought Imade them up?! That’s a little rude,” I said, jokingly.

“And you’re a littleshort!” her giggle grew uncontrollable at her own joke and I whipped myhead to furrow my eyebrows together and sneered.

“Okay, now THAT wasrude,” I shook my head and muttered a soft, but playful 'bitch’ under mybreath- her giggles started to get higher in pitch once she heard me, she triedto wave the laughter away so she could breathe. I rolled my eyes and turnedaway so I could hide my amusement from her.

We moved from thefoxgloves to the meadowsweets- her nose scrunched at the bunch of purplepetals.

“That just looks likecrumpled up petals glued together,” turning her head and squinting at theplant- it looked as if she was trying to imagine what shape it may have beenbefore.

“Hey, don’t judgethem by how they look. They’re still beautiful- and they mean 'uselessness’,which I figured you would appreciate.”

“I do appreciatetheir meaning, god that’s so accurate. But they still look weird,” shesaid with a coy smile. I scoffed to hide my laugh and side-eyed her.

“You look weird too,but I didn’t judge you by your looks,” why the hell did I say that? I turnmy attention back to the flowers in front of me, hiding my blush behind thebushy petals and bunches of the previous flowers.

“Hey! I don’t lookweird!” I could hear the pout in her voice. “Okay.. I may look alittle weird. And… intimidating, but that’s not the same!” I stood upand handed her the bundle of flowers in my hands, giving her a cheeky grin andan eyebrow raise.

“Yeah, whatever yousay. I don’t think you’re that intimidating.”

“That’s because youhaven’t seen my sick-ass ninja moves- HYA!” she cried, kicking high in theair as she started to topple over. I caught a hold of her wrist and got herbalanced, unable to hold back my laughter. I don’t think I remember the lasttime I laughed this hard.

“Wow, what greatninja moves,” I said still a little breathless, “I take it back. I ama little intimidated by you.” Her smile radiated pride as I kept hold ofher wrist, leading her to the yellow carnations. I let go at the very lastmoment, immediately missing the warmth of her skin in my hand- the stem of theflowers feeling colder than usual. I gave the yellow petals an absent look- Icould feel her crouch down next to me again, her presence surprisingly calming.“So… you said it was a long story- y-your ex-boyfriend. I’ve got thetime if you want to rant about it.” I heard a soft sigh pass her lipsbefore I turned to give her my full attention. My heart almost broke intopieces when I saw how sad her face had become- how dark and stormy her eyes hadturned.

“He.. well he washorrible. I didn’t see the signs beforehand when I should have- he was alwayschecking up on me and would get extremely upset when I didn’t answer him foreven 20 minutes because I was hanging out with a friend of mine. Very long storyshort- he told me his friend said he should break up with me. His FRIEND. Hecouldn’t even talk to me about it,” she seemed to bite the inside of hercheek- she also seemed to dig her fingernails into the palm of her hand. Myeyebrows drew together as my head tilted- why would anyone want to break upwith her? My questioning stare must have said it all since he decided tocontinue her explanation. “He broke up with me because he 'wasn’t attractedto my body’ and he’d 'stay if I would work on losing weight’, apparently. Nowhe’s invited me to this dinner with him and his mum, and told me last minutehis new girlfriend would be there- the previous friend he told me about.” Sheplaced the flowers on the floor to hug her knees, her cheek laying on top ofthem. The completely dejected look on her face completely pissed me off.

“Who the hell doesthis guy think he is? First of all, he has no say in your body, no control overwhat you do, and worst of all, he must be completely fucking blind becauseyou’re gorgeous,” I knew my face was growing hot but I was angry. Thisgirl didn’t deserve to go through something like this- and that dude definitelydidn’t deserve her. “I haven’t known you very long, but I can read youenough to know that this guy obviously doesn’t deserve you. Maybe he was upsetyou had better kung-fu moves than him,” her eyes shined as the sun hitthem, a faint smile gracing her lips once again- a soft laugh bubbling out.

“Maybe. I don’t thinkI helped my case when I picked him up over my shoulder when he got mad oneday,” I couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of this girl just tossing agrown man over her shoulder- but it felt good to see her bright smile return toher face. I thought for a moment before handing her the bunch of flowers,pulling her by the hand back to her feet.

“Hey, I’ve got theperfect flower to finish this bouquet off,” I used every ounce of myconfidence to place a hand on her lower back to lead her towards the orangelilies. She didn’t seem to mind, in fact, I thought I saw a faint blush acrossher face- then again, I couldn’t see clearly due to my own embarrassment. Asoft gasp escaped her when she saw the flowers, immediately leaving me and myhand behind to run up and crouch down in front of them.

“These are beautiful!Oh, they’re great! What do they mean?” she asked, looking up at me withchild-like curiosity. Handing her the scissors and taking the flowers inexchange, I gave her half of a smile.

“Hatred.”

“Oh… fitting!”she seemed so excited to add these to the bouquet and that was a relief- I wasworried she would think it was too harsh, I didn’t want to step over a line.Why didn’t I want to cross that line? What does it matter? I was zoning outuntil she lightly nudged me, asking, “Is this enough?”

“A-ah. Yeah, that’sgood. Hey, you aren’t so bad at this,” she actually picked really niceones that fit size-wise and a variety of lengths- not that I was surprised, shehad been watching me do that for quite a while. I helped her back up to herfeet and started to take her back to the front of the greenhouse, alreadystarting to feel lonely once again at the thought that she would be leavingsoon- but at least I can spend some more time with her as I wrap the flowers,right? Walking to the counter, she points out which ribbon she’d like and jumpsup to sit next to my work station.

“Hey, Saeran? Yousaid these flowers were like your babies, yeah? Why do you like them somuch?” she tilted her head to the side, her hair dangling away from herface and her feet swinging in unison. I bit my lip before thinking about myanswer- should I lie? Should I tell her the truth?

“I didn’t grow up inthe best conditions,” oh god, I’m going to tell her the truth. Why am Idoing that? “I-it’s a long story. But there was a garden where I was, andI got to plant and raise all of the flowers I wanted. They were the only oneswho would listen to me, without judgment. The only ones who I could trust, andconsider my friends. They’re beautiful and soft, with such deepermeanings,” I turned to glance at her- she had a raw, genuine emotionpainted on her face. “Look, I don’t like pity, so if you’re going to thenjust-”

“No no,” she cutme off, “I wasn’t thinking that. I was thinking that it’s actuallybeautiful to think that way. I’m glad you can find yourself happy amongst yourcolourful friends,” she closed her eyes and gave me a soft smile. A smilethat I wouldn’t hesitate to drop everything to see again. “I don’t knowwhat you’ve gone through, Saeran, but…” she opened her eyes, her starepiercing straight through my own, let alone my heart, “You kind of remindme of some flowers. You’ve got a few thorns, and some of your petals may not beperfect, but you’re colourful, beautiful, and full of a deeper meaning.”

I thought my heart hadjumped out of my chest.

I’ve never felt like thisbefore- I’ve never heard such sweet words from a person, let alone a stranger.What.. what was this? My face started to grow hot and I was shaking, but mybody started to move on its own. My hand found its way to her cheek, my lipsjust barely grazing her other one. It was only a moment that I was close to herface, but it felt like forever. Being this close, I could see every gleam inher eyes. I could feel her breath on my skin. I could count every freckledusting across her cheeks and nose like stars. I didn’t want to move away, butI knew that I had to- I couldn’t look her in the eyes anymore. My heart wasracing and I could feel my legs trying to give out when I pushed myself away,busying myself with tying her flowers together.

“Thank you..” myvoice came out soft, I could feel her gaze on me, but it was comforting.“I’ve.. never been talked about that way before. It’s.. nice to hearsomething positive about myself instead people focusing on the negative andassume they know me.”

“Now that’s justsad,” she said with a hint of playfulness in her voice. She was trying toease my embarrassment, and I appreciated it tremendously. I let out a smalllaugh, finishing her bouquet and handing it over. The minute the flowers leftmy hand, I was struck with agonizing loneliness. I knew she was still sittingright there, but now she had no reason to stay. All I could do was hope she’dcome back some time- I could ask her on a date- no no, can’t do that. I usedall my confidence to kiss her cheek, shit. She was going to leave and I wasgoing to be here all alone again. I watched silently as she jumped down fromthe counter, walking around to the other side and flashing me a bright smilethat I struggled to return with my own faint one.

“Well, I guess Ishould get going, gotta make that dinner. Maybe it’ll end with me smacking himwith some of my ninja moves!” her light giggle was like music to my ears,please don’t leave. “It was really nice to meet you, Saeran! Thank you somuch for your help, I had a great day. And uh, thank you… for making me feelbetter. It means a lot,” another bright smile. She’s trying to kill me.

After placing more moneyon top of her initial $20, she turned on her heel and started to walk out. Itfelt like my heart was on a leash and she was dragging it right out of the doorwith her. I couldn’t move- I just stood there behind the counter, looking downat my feet. Were those tears? They started out slow, picking up their pace likea faucet has been turned on. I didn’t even hear the bell above the door jingleagain, or the sounds of clunky boots running back up towards me. I felt softhands on my cheeks, brushing tears away by their thumbs. Before I could react,soft lips met my own for a moment before the warmth of her hands slid down tomy own and she pulled away. I came face to face with the sky and I couldn’tlook away. She gave a goofy half smile and tucked her bangs behind her earbefore turning to walk back out again, a slight bounce in her step.

In my hand was a crumpledup slip of paper with a string of numbers, the word 'Fuckface’ and a hastilydrawn doodle of not only herself winking, but of me blushing as well.

I couldn’t type thenumbers into my phone fast enough.

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Hi, could you please ship me with a boy from The Maze Runner and add a short imagine? I am 16 y/o and am 5ft 6in tall. I have blue/green eyes and straight light brown hair that barely goes past my shoulders. I am built more on the muscular side. I love to sing and play music. I am more of a follower than a leader and i like to think that i'm funny and maybe even cute? However; i am physically strong but emotionally im not. I am also very protective and caring of my loved ones. Thank you!

For The Maze Runner, I would ship you with...Newt!!

(Since you asked for a short imagine to yours. I shall give you, exactly that. Enjoy!)

That morning, Newt awoke from his tent, exhausted and somewhat bitter from waking up without a lick of sleep. Throwing his sheets off his body before swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he groaned in frustration. Everyday it was like this. Nothing new or exciting. Just a new greenie and some stupid supplies. He thought to himself. But he wasn’t aloud to have the same normality as the other shanks. Newt had to act like everything was okay, that they would get out, even though the boy had lost hope a long, long time ago. Slipping on his clothes with a huff, he drew his door open, sighing exhaustively. All of a sudden, the gate that sent up their monthly supplies and a new greenie, gurked to life, growling and roaring loudly. 

It was early. New thought, as his brows furrowed together in confusion. Catching his two friend’s eyes, Thomas and Minho, they seemed to have the same thought as they all ran over to the guttering machine. The rest of the boys in the glade gathered around the grey mechanism, their murmurs growing louder by the second as they all think the same thing. Why is it early? Alby, Thomas, Newt and Minho, stood in front all of the boys, leaning in closer to get a good look at what was behind the gate as it gurked open. The rattling of metal and wires echoing throughout the glade. And, all at once, they gasped in unison. Below them lay a short beautiful girl with light brown hair, it not falling past her shoulders. 

“It’s a girl!” One of the boys shouted, almost excitedly. Newt couldn’t help but glare at the boy, almost protectively before glancing back at the girl who lay peacefully before him. Squinting to get a better look, he noticed how built she was, very muscular looking. It was attractive. When she woke though, she woke with a jolt, startling the boys. Scurrying to the corner, she stayed there for a while, terrified and unsure of her surroundings. Newt was the first to meet her halfway. Gally sneered from above him. “Newt, she’s gonna tear you in half if you get any closer.” Newt ignored the comment, kneeling down to her hieght to match her comfort level. “She won’t hurt me. You’re just scared, aren’t you love. It’s okay. Nobody’s gonna hurt you, not on my watch.” 

After that moment, the two of them were down right inseparable. She was never really a leader, much more of a follower, always trusting Minho’s, Thomas’s or Newt’s judgment. They knew more about the glade and the maze than she did, after-all. And to all of the boys surprise, she became a builder, usually lifting of making things. She was very handing and funny. Minho and Thomas had become her best friend, always making stupid jokes to one another to lighten things up. Newt though, he was something else entirely. Over time, he flourished as an individual, actually flirting with you, always wrapping his hands around your waist, kissing your head before commenting on how adorable and cute you were. Because of you, you had brought a new light out from him. He believed that they could get out now. He knew they had to get out now. Because of you. 

(I hope you liked it!!)