#gotta laugh or you'll cry eh

[nightingaletrash]

[vorish-wonderland]

Request: odd one but what if riddle was shrunk AND THE REST OF THE HEARTSLABYUL BOYS COULD GET REVENGE FOR THE TIMES THEY GOT COLLARED

safe vore/unwilling/cruel-ish?

Someone made a mistake in alchemy class! And now, Riddle is the size of an action figure! Trey leaves the now tiny Riddle alone for less than a second and Ace is already causing trouble...

Includes: soft/safe vore, unwilling prey, cruel-ish pred, fearplay

✮✶Sweet Revenge✶✮

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"ACE, PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT!!" Riddle yelled.

Riddle was currently being held by the cape of his dorm uniform.

"Y'know, I've always thought it was strange..." Ace started speaking. "That you're so much shorter than me, but you're the one in control. That's just always seemed wrong to me." He explained.

"I SAID PUT ME DOWN, ACE! NOW!"

"Huh? Right now?" Ace asked, a smirk on his face. "Fine. If that's what you reeeeeeeeally want~"

Ace tossed Riddle into the air, and then he caught Riddle in his mouth.

Riddle was in shock.

"A-Ace... what are you doing-?"

"You ready, Riddle~?"

A single gulp, and the entirety of Riddle's bottom half was pulled into Ace's throat.

"ACE! ACE DON'T YOU DARE! I-I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS! I'LL-"

Ace swallowed, shutting up Riddle completely.

"Do you ever calm down?" Ace sarcastically asked. "You're gonna burst a blood vessel someday, I swear."

Ace flopped down on his bed, excited for what was to come.

Riddle angrily squirmed around, screaming and cursing at Ace.

"Do you really think that helps? What, do you think that someone's gonna hear you yelling and demand I get you out?" Ace asked.

"Y-yes... Trey's certainly looking for me." Riddle said, trying to appear confident.

"Hate to break it to ya, buuuuuut... nobody's gonna hear you." Ace said. "Even if Trey finds me and you try crying to him, you gotta remember there's a thick layer of muscle and skin between the two of you. Your voice won't carry. Not when he's focused on talking to me."

"Ok... ok, Trey's off the table..." Riddle said to himself. "M-my spell...! Ace, if you don't let me out this instant you'll lose your head!"

"Eh? You're really gonna try to do your little party trick without a magestone? Heh. Can't see that ending well for you." Ace smirked to himself. "When are you gonna just accept what's gonna happen to you?"

"As... a-as long as I can struggle, that means there's hope for me." Riddle whispered to himself. Then he started kicking Ace with his high heeled boots. That'll hurt him, right?!

"Haha, maybe try putting a bit more effort in, Teapot Tyrant~!"

"Fine! Fine, I'll stop, I-I'll stop, ok?" Riddle finally said, knowing nothing will help his situation. "Ace, just... just get me out of here. I'm tired of this prank, ok? It's dark, and loud, and hot, and wet, and horribly cramped, and... I-I just want out, ok...?"

...

Ace burst out in laughter.

Riddle started getting nervous.

"Oh! Oh, that is rich! You... you really thought I was gonna let you out?! You thought this was just a prank?!" Ace asked. "Aha, thanks for that, Riddle! I needed a laugh today."

"...w-what?"

"You honestly thought that I was just gonna let you go after all this? You're kinda funny, y'know that? Shame we won't have much more time to talk..."

"I-if you kill me... you'll be expelled. Not to mention y-you'll be charged, f-for murder...!" Riddle said, still trying to appear confident.

"No evidence'll be left. No one will know what happened to ya, well, heh, except for me~" Ace winked, even though he knew Riddle couldn't see it. "So anyways, how painful do you think it'll be to die by acid~?"

Riddle just started bawling.

Of course Ace had just been pulling a very cruel prank, he wasn't actually going to kill Riddle.

And when Ace let Riddle out, staring down at the tiny, sopping wet boy in his hands, he only said one thing.

"That was for collaring me so damn much, Teapot Tyrant. Thanks for letting me get a taste of sweet revenge~"

[arileartist]

Free! Boyfriends protecting their s/o from a creep/bully -part 1(Haru, Makoto and Rin)

Enjoyyyy ❤️

Haru

B: Hey there kiddo! Whatcha got there~

Y/n: (whispering and wrapping your arm around Haru's) Haru.. That guy is creepy…

B: (Walks up to you two) Wassup mate! Where you two goin?

Haru: None of your business…

B: aww, cmon! Let this cool guy join yall as well! Right? (Tries to poke your cheek)

Y/n: hands off please

Haru: (eyes the man scarily)

B: Heyy! Don't be like that now~ I'm just a poor ol chap, let's be friends ey?

Haru and y/n: No thanks( keep walking away)

B:(grabs your arm) C'mon brooo let's click some pics together? Just your friendly neighbourhood homies, am I right?

Haru: (stops and you quickly whip the man's hand away) You're bothering y/n. Stop it.

B: Y/n is it? Such a cute name for such a cute lil fella~ (eyes you)

Y/n: Ok that's enough, you're a fucking pervert and nothing more

B: Dang, this one's got a sharp t-

Haru:( Throws a fistful at the man's face, hitting him dead on the nose, causing blood to shoot out) Look at y/n once again, and your eyes will be next

(The creep passes out and Haru quickly calls the police, who reach there within minutes, and arrest the man. After the police leave, it's just you and Haru again)

Haru: y/n? You ok??

Y/n:(crying softly, you bury your face into Haru's torso) I'm…I'm so.. Scared…

Haru:( wrapping his arms around you and walking with you) He's gone now…it's ok…I'll protect you

Y/n: (you sob softly and hug him tight) Please…stay with me…

(Haru hums your favourite song as he holds your hand gently and pats your head, embracing you in a much needed, comforting warmth…)

Makoto

(You spot your bully in a corridor, as you and Makoto walk through the hallways of your college)

Makoto: y/n? Is something wrong?

Y/n:(whispering) that guy…he's the one who…picks on me a lot…

Makoto: ohhh, don't worry y/n, I'm here now. He won't do anything to you.

Y/n: (you shift closer to Makoto)

B: Oh hello there~ who do we have here?

B:Y/n~ and who's this with you? Your boyfriend??

Y/n: Jealous that you can't pull one?

Makoto: (elbows you) Sorry, I don't suppose we've met

B: Eh, that doesn't matter. But tell me. Why would you date y/n here? Like look at him/her. So nerdy lol.

Makoto: Who I date is my choice, and y/n is perfect as he/she is.

Y/n:(smiles at Makoto, and a rage builds up inside you) Thank you mako~

B: pfff- this one? Perfect?? Bro you gotta have the worst vision if you think that. Look at em! (Grabs your specs) how many fingers~

Y/n: oh no you didn't-

Makoto: (places a hand on your shoulder and smiles at you. Then sternly looks at the guy) please give back y/n's specs.

B: hmm since you asked so nicely~

Y/n: (you put your hand out, expecting him to place them on your palm) That was nice of you

B: (smiles and throws it into the garbage can)~Then you can catch it yourself!

Y/n:( you gasp and launch yourself towards your glasses, and thankfully catch them before they fall into the garbage can) Whew! That was a close call…

Makoto: (grabs the collar of the bully and picks him up, dangling in the air) That's not very nice of you now…

Y/n: I've kinda had enough of you, why not finish this game today?

B: Ngh! Let me down or I'll report you to the principal for trespassing!

Y/n: (winking at Makoto) Sure! You do know there's cameras here sooo if you want the principal to check them…then…oh wait! They also captured you "accidentally" throwing my glasses into the bin…tsk tsk tsk.. What a shame if the principal sees that right?

Makoto: (hangs the collar of the bully onto a high hook) Y/n? Don't you think he looks good as a decoration there?

Y/n:(laughing) oh yes that's perfect lmaooo!!

B: hey!! Get me down!! You'll pay for this!!

Y/n:(tying his shoelaces together) yes yes short stuff, it's ok, we know that you have anger issues cuz your size doesn't sustain the amount of steam you release, how about chill….a little…pfff-

Makoto: (lets out a snicker, then inches close to the bully, looking at him dead in the eye and smiling) Jokes aside…I get one more complaint from y/n about you, and I'll drag you into the deepest depths of any water body you swim in next…

Y/n: (laughing) Cmon mako! We have other stuff to do~

B: ….

(You and Makoto walk off, laughing and hugging. Meanwhile, your bully tries to unhook himself from the wall. He manages to do it after a while, as his collar rips and he falls down in an angry heap. As he gets up and tries to chase after you, he trips on his tied shoelaces and falls face first into the garbage can)

Rin

(*Cracks knuckles* this will be fun :) )

(You and Rin are walking along the narrow Street, trying to get home faster so you can relax alone together. However, someone is following you as you notice…that someone is also awfully familiar)

Y/n: C/n(insert the name of the person who you'd punch the lights out of)?? What are you doing here??

Rin: Hm? Who's this?

Y/n: The guy in my class that kept bothering me. What's up? Why did you follow me here after college?

C/n: Y/n~what do you mean~ you know that I love you , don't you?

Rin: (shooting him a displeased look) Oi, don't you know that y/n has a boyfriend??

C/n: yeah, that would be me hehehe( walks towards y/n)

Y/n: back off bud, I don't like you. I made it obvious enough

C/n: Nahh don't be like that. This guy? Pff- what can he do? He's just a big ol "just for show". I can protect you better lol, now come, let's go out-

Rin: (grabs his collar and glares into his eyes) Listen here.. If I see you around y/n, there will be consequences, which I won't be responsible for. Don't tell me I didn't warn you…

Y/n: Don't worry c/n, I'm sure you'll find someone better, someone who loves you too, but I'm already taken. So please, now if you'll excuse us.

(You and Rin leave him and continue walking down the path, but you hear footsteps running towards you from behind, and you quickly warn Rin)

Y/n:(jumping to one side, dodging c/n's hold) What the heck?!

C/n: Okay so then have this guy fight me. I'll give up if he beats me.

Y/n: don't bring him into this. I'll fight you if you want

Rin: (walking towards him) Alright. Heh, let's see whatcha got then.

Y/n: Really?

Rin: He wants it?

C/n: Hehe! I'll beat your ass eas-

Rin: (trips him with a sweep kick, and then gives him two powerful punches on his face) You were saying?

Y/n: (recording the entire scene, just in case)

C/n:(groans) heh..

C/n: (kicks Rin from behind, causing him to growl in pain) now's my chance to run…ugh…I should give up…

C/n: (hissing into Rin's ear) oh, and you better take good care of y/n…Or I'll make sure next time I'm prepared for you

Y/n:(You rush to Rin's aid, now carrying a wooden bat you found nearby in your hand, going for a strike, but c/n runs way too fast, throwing Rin off over a small patch of broken glass) YOU LITTLE-

Rin: (Tries to avoid falling into the patch, but still gets cut by a few pieces of glass) GGAAAHH!!

Y/n: (picks him up and helps him balance on you. You help Rin walk and you both reach home after a few minutes of struggle)

Y/n:(quickly calls a doctor and pushes Rin into the shower, first aid kit in hand)... Rin…I'm so lost..

Rin: (fiddling with your fingers) tch…don't worry y/n.. That guy got lucky…

Y/n:(washes off the dirt and filth when you spot blood on his hair) Rin….. Oh.. No….

Rin: what is it??

Y/n:(starts to tear up) Your head…it's bleeding..

Rin: (touches his head and looks at his hand, blood stained on it) Ahh fuck.. It's not much though…will heal…

Y/n: (starts to cry softly) …. I'm sorry…

Rin: (holding your cheek gently and wiping away a tear) hey…shhh…I'm fine! See??(stands up straight, though he can't move much. He immediately falls down on the chair)

Y/n: (doesn't say anything, just helps Rin clean himself and takes him out into the living room, waiting for the doctor to show up)

Rin:... Hey? Are you just going to sit there like that?

Y/n: (shaking your head) Please…just…Let me be…

Rin: (shifts closer to you and kisses your forehead) Y/n…c'mon.. It's not your fault…

Y/n: you're so right…. You shouldn't have accepted his dumb challenge…

Rin: (giggling) Hey so now I'm the one at fault?

Y/n: (breaking down into tears again, but you hug Rin tightly) Stupid…. Idiot…. I love…. So much…. Please…. Never…..again!!

Rin: (gently runs his hand through your hair, smiling) I love you too y/n…and I'll protect you from anyone who tries to hurt you..

(Soon, the doctor arrives and picks out the glass that went into Rin's skin. He praised you for being quick in action and using first aid, as well as keeping the shards in place to prevent more bleeding. He operates on Rin for some time, and then finally concludes the visit by giving you some painkillers, antibiotics, and applying dressings on Rin's injuries. You text all your friends about the incident and make sure that c/n received a punishment for his actions. After a while, you are sitting next to Rin, tending to him, as he tells you that you're the most important thing to him, and he'll do anything to protect you….)

[liviavanrouge]

Saving Lilia

Livia: *Walks through the dark space, looking around* Papa!

Livia: *Stops and sighs, looking gloomy* I wish I had help...

???: FOUND YOU!!

Livia: *Flinches a hand grabbing her wrist and tugging her upwards*

???: *Beams, staring at Livia relieved*

Livia: You're....Arian...You're Arian!!

Arian: Yeah, I'm Arian, your guardian angel...

Livia: You're the one who told me to talk to Callisto and the one who asked Queen Virda to send me back to help everyone and-

Arian: Yes, I'm also the one who sent Alya to wake Malleus up when he fell unconscious

Livia: *Sniffs, rubbing her eyes*

Arian: *Grins then presses a kiss to Livias forehead*

Livia: EH?! M-MISTER ARIAN?!

Arian: YOU. ARE. SO. CUUUUUUTTEEEE!!!

Livia: *Flails her arms around as Arian drowned her in kisses* MISTER ARIAN!!!

Arian: Haha! Forgive me, I just had to....You're too adorable

Livia: Where's my dad...

Arian: *Stares, his eyes starting to water* He's not doing so well...follow me....

Livia: *Walks after Arian, her eyes wide, when a forest scenery appeared*

???: STOP IT!! I'M TELLING YOU TO STOP!!

Arian: *Steps through a bush, tears falling down his cheeks as he stopped*

Lilia: *Leaps into the lake, his eyes wide as he tried to grab a six year old Silvers hand, Maria hanging limp in his arms* SILVER!! SILVER, WAKE UP!!

Livia: What's going on, why does Papa look like he's going insane...

Arian: He is going insane, I tried to pull him out of this nightmare, but he called me Ambert and tried to attack me....the scenery changes each time one of you kids die

Livia: *Flinches, the scenery changing again, the lake turning into a river*

Livia(4 years old): *Laughs, batting her hand at a five year old Shadow and a six year old Golden*

Lilia: STOP, KIDS GET OVER HERE!!!

Livia: *Covers her mouth shocked as she watched her younger self get washed away with Shadow and Golden*

Lilia: NO, NO, NO, NO!!! STOP IT!!

Arian: It's a repeated cycle....your father loves you kids so much, I always watched as you kids bothered him with small things, dragging him to play and all that....he cherishes you little ones and his curse is using that against him

Livia: *Stares, then steps forward, stepping into the scenery* Papa...

Lilia: *Looks up, tears falling down his cheeks, gripping Goldens small hands* Thea....how...

Livia: I'm Livia, Papa...

Lilia: Thea, this isn't funny!

Livia: *Steps closer, staring down at him* I'm not trying to be funny, Papa, this is all just an illusion, the curse is messing with you...

Lilia: Thea...STOP IT!!

Livia: *Smacks Lilias hand away, then hugs him tight* I'm not Mama, Papa, you gotta break through okay, or else you'll make me cry...

Lilia: *Stares, the scenery around him turning into smoke* Livia....

Livia: *Smiles, hugging him tight* Hey Papa

Lilia: *Smiles and hugs her tight* You saved your old man, good job, you handled this well...

Livia: *Gasps, staring as Lilia faded away* DAD?!?

Arian: He's just waking up, don't worry...but you should join him now...

Livia: What about you...what if you end up back in the Spring Forest and I'm still there...

Arian: Then you'll be all grown up, and you won't need me as your guardian angel anymore

Livia: *Trembles, staring to cry, hugging Arian* I-I'M ALWAYS GONNA NEED YOU!!

Arian: *Smiles, tears falling down his cheeks as he hugged her tight* I'll see you again, little angel

Livia: *Closes her eyes, then opens them, finding Lilia smiling at her*

Lilia: Finally, you woke up...

Livia: .....Dad, what if you end up leaving me before I'm all grown up....

Lilia: *Reaches forward and grabs her hand* This father of yours will never leave you, even if I gotta force my way back to twisted wonderland as a wandering ghost...

Livia: *Smiles, laughing a little* Don't do that, Papa!

Lilia: *Chuckles, smiling softly*

Arian: *Watches the two, before fading away, feeling at peace*

[askthechronoverse]

Chapter Six: Kind Hearts Don't Grab Any Glory!

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The forest was full of energy far too early for the dark clad adventurer as he opened his front door with coffee in a mug that had a picture of his face that was clearly drawn by a child. Hawkodile and another hybrid creature, this one an alligator crossed with an eagle were exchanging blows while a flamingo with a turtle shell watched eagerly.

"Hm. Gonna be that kinda morning." Rex muttered into his cup as he walked next to the flamingo. "You fightin' the winner, Pinky?"

"Yeah!" She turned to see who had spoken and laughed. "Did we wake you, old man?"

"Nope. But ya are on my lawn." He put his cup on the windowsill. "That means I get next as the host." He smirked.

"You? Don't make me laugh. Ya look like ya couldn't beat a drum solo."

"And you look like you should be on a bubblegum wrapper. We could always fight for next. I'm game if you are." He hit his left palm with his right hand balled in a fist.

"Don't cry to me when ya break your back!" The flamingo charged at Rex, who hit her with a left hook that sent her to the ground. She shook her head and laughed wildly. "Oh it is so on!" She came at the man with a flying kick, which he blocked with his arm. Another punch sent the shelled bird into a tree between the lizard rivals. They stopped to watch the flamingo rush at Rex, who countered the flying kick with a cross punch to her shell. Her kicks gained blinding speed, but the man was able to roll in time to avoid the more devastating blows.

"Dude. Who is that guy?" The gator lifted an eyebrow, flexing his black wings. "Hey! Guy! Flamurtle! We're fightin' over here!"

"Eaglator! Ya ain't the most important thing in the forest! The old guy's good!" Flamurtle finally landed a kick on Rex's chest, sending him into the side of his house.

"I ain't that old, Pinky!" He ran at Flamurtle with a Superman punch aimed at her shell. She spun around, dazed for a second.

"Bro. Can ya take this somewhere else? You'll get in the way!" Hawkodile sent a haymaker Eaglator's way, taking his rival by surprise.

"I guess you got a point there." By this point, Flamurtle had charged Rex again, but this only got the bird trapped in a headlock. Rex shrugged. "But this is my front yard. I should get a say who fights and who doesn't. I'm not a fan of rebuildin' my cabin every week." The punk bird slipped out of Rex's grasp.

"How we gonna settle this, old man?" Eaglator growled.

"First: I'm in my early thirties. Not that old. Second: I say we do this like Tyler Durden." Rex grinned wildly. "We create a fight club. It does mean we gotta play by some basic rules, but it'll mean we can avoid this crap."

"Ugh. Rules. What, so no low blows and stuff like that?" Eaglator rolled his eyes.

"Nope. Actually, one of them is literally 'one fight at a time'. Nothin' too restrictive." Rex leaned on a tree. "So. You guys wanna listen, or do we just go back to fightin' each other in a big pile? I'm cool either way."

"OK, bro. I'll hear ya out." Hawkodile flexed his wings. "What's a fight club?"

"Just that. A club where we fight." He was glossing over the more chaotic and anarchical aspects, but that wasn't relevant for this plan. "Two guys at a time in the ring. One fight at a time. No weapons, just you. If someone taps out or goes down, it's over. Fight goes on as long as it has to and we keep this little agreement between us four. If ya can agree to that, I think we can have some fun here."

"I'll agree. Those rules ain't bad." Hawkodile approvingly nodded.

"Eh, it's gonna be a change, but I'm down if it means I finally get some action." Flamurtle shrugged.

"Does that mean we don't get to fight any other time?" Eaglator folded his arms.

"Actually, no. Outside of the ring, I don't care whatcha do. I know ya got a thing goin' on and I ain't here to change that. Just make sure we all get a chance to hit each other in the name of sport… or training… or whatever."

"Fine. If Hawkodile's on board, I'll do it."

"Looks like we're doin' this. Let me go clear some trees." He gestured to a field close enough to be seen where they stood, but far enough away to not have flying fighters hit his house.

"Ya gotta let me help, little man. I bet I can get the trees cleared with my kicks faster than your punches!" Flamurtle rushed off to start clearing trees. The remaining three combatants worked to get a fence around the perimeter with the felled trees.

"Shocked he ain't tellin' us we can't fly. He's a human and the rest of us got wings." Eaglator rolled his eyes as he worked to hammer some logs into the ground.

"I don't think we gotta worry about him. I heard he has a punch that can cause earthquakes. I'm almost insulted. I think he was holding back on me." Flamurtle sat on top of an already hammered log.

"He probably was. I heard he went soft. Used to be the most feared thing in the whole galaxy." Eaglator laughed. "Why give that up to hang out with the Unikingdom royal family?"

"I don't think you've seen the guy when he's fired up, bro." Hawkodile propped a log up for Eaglator to hammer. "He's got some scary energy, I hear. It'd make my life harder if he tried to level the planet or something, so I'm glad he ain't about that right now."

"Hey! Little man! Were you holding back on me before?" Flamurtle shouted to the Master Breaker, who was in the process of installing a door in the area.

"I was about to ask the same thing, Pinky! Your kicks were weak!"

"I wanna get first fight with you, little man! It is so on!" Flamurtle shouted back, wings flitting with raw aggressive energy. The three men finished their work and the flamingo flew down to join them. "By the way, I so need to tell Owlamander about this. She'll want in, too."

"Ok. Here's how this is goin' down. Hawk and Eaglator, finish your fight. Then me and Pinky. Then winner of both fights gets the last one. We cool with this?" The other three agreed. "Cool. Go for it, guys." Rex walked to the door and closed it, waiting for the fight to begin. Flamurtle took a seat on top of the fence. The fight soon began, the two fighters clearly evenly matched. The fight went on for a while, during which Rex left and returned with sandwiches for the group. He jumped up on the log next to Flamurtle and offered her one. She took it and ripped into it.

"Why are ya here in a place like this, little man? Ya could be anywhere with the skills I hear ya got."

"I'm tryin' to find myself. I've been lost for a long time, in more ways than one." Rex looked at the fight, but his mental focus was on Flamurtle.

"Action Forest is some place to do it. You having any luck?"

"Not really. I think I got close, then I'm faced with my past mistakes again. I got time, though. More time than ya might think."

"I feel like ya got this. If anyone can, it's the famous Master Breaker. Ya just gotta do some breakin' in here." She pat his head roughly. "Don't worry. I'll knock some sense into ya soon."

"Wouldn't want it any other way, Pinky." Rex heard a shout from below them. Eaglator was tapping out. "Looks like we're up. No holdin' back this time, promise." He jumped down and smirked. "Hawkodile is the winner this round. Time to finish what the oversized lawn ornament and I started."

"Let's go, wingless wonder." Flamurtle beckoned Rex with her hand to make the first move. "Show me the strength that made the stars fall out of the sky! Ka KAW!" Rex turned and headed for the closest part of the wall to him. "Come on! You gonna chicken out now?"

He jumped to the top of the wall. Hawkodile could see the unbridled and deep well of rage behind the human's dark eyes, an anger that burned hot enough that it would swallow most weaker men whole. He wasn't sure Flamurtle saw this as well. The human jumped off of his perch and flew to the ground, fist held straight in front of him. Hawkodile made it his business to know Rex's fighting technique. He was already starting with his ace, the punch that helped end the universe. He wanted to step in, but the attack connected with the target before he could: the ground? Why did he miss Flamurtle? It took a few moments for the move to make sense.

The impact of the Master Breaker Punch caused Flamurtle to be knocked off her feet by the shockwave and blinded by the neon blue and green energy. Rex took advantage of the confusion and slammed into the flamingo with a spinning back fist, followed by a series of alternating left and right hooks. An uppercut sent his sparring partner flying skyward.

"Ya wanna call it now, Pinky?" He shouted, the fire in his eyes not letting up. "I could keep goin' all day."

"Death from above!" The flamingo flew at the man with terrifying speed and force, leg extended for a flying kick. She drove the man into the ground, emitting a scream that sent soundwaves into the hole Rex made with his body. She flew above the hole and laughed. "Get the lead out, old man! Come o-ah!"

Rex grabbed her left leg and used it to pull himself out of the crater, then threw her to the wall like a shot put. He rushed out to where she landed and hit her with an overhand hook to the beak. He then smashed her with a fury of jabs and hooks, yelling as he landed each frenzied punch. She blocked a few of the hooks, but most of them broke through her defenses.

"Love the fury, little man!" She threw her opponent a left hook, which landed on the side of his face. "Love the passion!" She jumped up and tried to hit him with a roundhouse kick and another soundwave attack. He blocked the kick with his arms, but was blown away by the yell. "Keep my heart racin'!" She tried to hit Rex with a spinning kick, but Rex grabbed her leg and threw her again, hitting her with an uppercut before she hit the wall. Hawkodile could see Rex was almost on a kind of autopilot now, letting his inter rage guide and strengthen his attacks. He would be interesting to fight, if it came to that in this arena. Another throw from Rex and Flamurtle was out cold.

"Rex gets the win." Hawkodile bellowed. He rushed to Flamurtle, who he was able to wake up. She staggered out of harm's way as the crocodile made sure she wasn't too damaged. "Flamurtle, don't push yourself next time. He had ya on the ropes. Think of this like training, not a real fight. No shame in tappin' out."

"You know I go all out, Hawk. That's all I do." She smirked. "Man, if I didn't have a nemesis… Woo!" Hawkodile rolled his eyes and walked over to Rex, who was doing circular breathing to calm himself.

"Rex, are you down to fight? Ya can back down if ya think you can't handle another." Hawkodile could see the man tremble and hear a jaggedness in his breath.

"I gotta keep up. I'll be fine." Rex waved Hawkodile away. "Are you ready, bro?"

"I'm ready when you are. Just gonna tell you what I told Flamurtle: Don't push yourself. This ain't the big leagues. Ya have nothing to prove."

"Let's go. Come on." Rex took a fighting stance.

"Alright, bro. You got it." Hawkodile's stance was defensive. He watched Rex's eyes and could see that fire again. Would it ever die down? Was that why he insisted on fighting despite needing a break? Rex charged at him with a heavy right hook, which wasn't hard to block. The two spent a few minutes just exchanging heavy blows until Rex jumped up on the fence again. Hawkodile flew on the fence next to him and knocked the man back down to the arena floor with a low sweep. Rex slowly got up, breathing heavily. Hawkodile didn't know if he should be in awe at his opponent's determination or worried. "Eaglator. Bro. Call it. He doesn't look good." This was answered with Rex setting up a Master Breaker Punch, the gator watching intently. He teetered on the top of the fence as he lined up his target. Hawkodile braced for impact, but his opponent simply fell off of the fence without finishing the move. The hawk caught him and put him on the ground. "Bro! Call the fight!"

"The guy said it himself, bro. Fights go on as long as they need to. He's still lookin' to fight. Look." Eaglator pointed to Rex, who connected a haymaker at Hawkodile's turned back. Hawkodile hit the ground and rolled his eyes. He blocked a few punches from the human before grabbing him by the collar.

"Bro. This fight is over." He threw Rex over his shoulder. "He may wanna fight, but he's not like us. He needs to build up to that."

"Ya gotta push yourself to get to where we are, Hawkodile. Let him finish the fight." Eaglator grabbed the human and set him down. "Ya hearing this, bro? He thinks you're weak." With a bellow, the human rushed at the hawk chimera, the fire burning hotter than it had all day. One punch and the fight was over… for Rex. Hawkodile threw the human on his shoulder, staring daggers at his eternal rival before walking out of the arena.

[ajastor]

"Character doesn't get things done, love." Not on its own, anyhow. "Your little runaround is about ten miles off sputtering to death, ball of bonnet flames and all, get comfy," It's not mean, it's a truth that AJ remembers the weird rattling of being in the car she owns. It's a teaching moment, from the worst fucking professor anyone's ever met; he's the supply who turns up, sunglasses over bloodshot eyes, a Starbucks nobody ever orders in hand and a shirt hardly buttoned up (if there's a shirt at all). He hushes the room quiet because he's hungover and has crawled out of bed, leaving an unnamed individual to wake up alone. The slightest question squeaked from the class earns an instant suspension, or to go up in those ball of flames — He knows best, everyone else can follow his lead.

"Yeah. North America. Imagine." He snarks, he's not a Mustang guy. Unless it's that one, special release Japanese import that got made, he'd have it. But — he can (surprisingly) live without dropping another few thousand on a car he'll never be seen dead in.

When Autumn gets the car roaring to life, AJ slinks back in the seat, knee kicked up against the dash as he adjusts the seat on his side. She's still funny as he lifts his gaze from slouching comfortably in the chair. "I got faith in you, local girl. You got a Net Worth in your car for an amount you can't pronounce, you'll make the news if you send us off a bridge." It's dark, but it's the entertainment AJ falls into, naturally. Autumn took the job, she can handle a little upper-life banter. "Get us moving, I got business with you, love — you know, I did a little digging,"

On Autumn Howell who declined one prestigious college offer to go to another, only to drop out and return home to pursue finishing the same BA at her local, Tideview University.

He didn't do the digging either, he made a few calls off her phone number, and Venmo details. It actually saved him some time, knowing the university was in the area — and his local girl hadn't been kidding, it makes it easier to do a little bit of his grunt work and shake down the Finance officers.

"You work for me, you gotta void all distractions. You're in Astor realm now. No fear." Monetary wise. He'll expect her to miss the deathbed crying for a loved one, to drive him to an appointment, or a club. (Both, if he's got business at the club) And he doesn't need her nervously tapping the wheel like she is now, because her mind is elsewhere. He drops it in, whilst she's rolling them out the car lot. "I have no bloody idea what Linguistics is, and why you need a paper for that. Creative Writing with a minor in flowery language, my girl, don't explain it to me." He's not that interested.

AJ reaches into the pocket of his slacks and tosses a white envelope on the dashboard in front of them. Inside, is the payment for Howell's outstanding loan balance.

He's laughing as he adds: "No wonder all Poets were always broke." He's bitter they wouldn't round the number off, and there had been an odd .96c on the end. "Lotta zeroes." It wasn't in comparison to some things, but his driver gets newfound rights to AJ's mannerisms. "You know why I like a driver, Aut, I'm giving to the wannabe-Uber drivers a bit of work," It's bullshit, and he's grinning too wide to sell that lie. "I don't care if you drive your shitbox around out of my time, but you got something slicker, for on the job, eh? And I'm dead on about you getting the knack of this, you're adaptable, and I like that" a beat, as he rests an elbow on the lip of the window, to throw a nudge to the new-car cleanliness: "Besides, look at the bloody room in the backseat, keep it clean — I don't give a toss what you use it for."

Autumn's not really sure if she should be happy that AJ's getting more chummy; he's definitely one of the most caustic people she's ever met - but there's something to him that she envies - that she desperately wishes she could emulate - she can't imagine putting people in their place the way he does, but god - she'd never admit how bad she wishes she could. She gives a double take when he talks about a test drive; part of her is, for whatever reason, shocked she's going to have to drive this thing - like she just expects to wake up from a really weird fucking fever dream at any given moment. Driving AJ around she's cleared and balanced her budget earlier than she's ever done so in the past, what, three years. Almost like the shitbag who'd canned her from AlleyCatz had done her a favor in the long run. "I like my shitbox, it has character," she mutters under her breath as she takes one sip of the coffee she's been brought and winces at how impressively bad it is. The salesman eyes her with nothing less than distrust as she moves to the driver's side and she pulls a face, leaving the cup on hood of the nearby silver Lexus - kind of a granny car anyways. The interior looks like a fucking Star Wars cockpit and she takes a few moments to figure out that the ignition is not where she's used to it being. "Right, Europe. Weird." She takes a deep breath and turns the thing on to a litany of beeps and dings and hums. "Jesus, people like driving these things? No wonder you need somebody to do your driving for you."

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Dick comforting SO when she’s on her period? Bringing her chocolates, a hot water bottle, cuddling, being super sweet!!

"What's wrong babe?"

"Aside from the fact that Satan's Waterfall started this morning and my fucking sheets looked like a crime scene?"

"Yeah," Dick snorted, leaning over to kiss the top of your head where you lay on the couch looking miserable.

"Nothing."

"Well that's good," he hummed, tucking the blanket closer around you and shaking his head.

Leaving you lay there, he went to get a heating pad and plugged it in, swatting your backside gently as he leaned over the couch. Moving the blanket to put it against your belly when you turned to look up at him before tucking you in and kissing your head again, "Tylenol?"

"Had some- still feels like I'm being stabbed."

He tutted and grinned at you, "If we had a baby you could avoid it for like- almost a year."

"Yeah. But then I have to deal with crying and shitty diapers AND a period."

"Fair point," he huffed, miming a finger snap. "Hungry?"

"Just grumpy," you sigh, settling back into your little nest. "Grumpy and tired."

"So let's take a nap," he said, walking around the couch. He really hated when it was bad like this- and he knew it was because you were curled up on the couch and not getting ready for the day.

"It's 10 am-"

"And?" he asked, moving your pillow so he could sit down and letting you rest your head on his lap. "Time is just something we all agree on."

Long fingers card through your hair gently and you close your eyes slowly. "Just rest, babe. You'll feel better after you get some sleep. Then we can make brownies and I'll let you lick the spoon."

"We don't have-"

Laughing softly he propped his feet up on the coffee table, "I've got a whole emergency stash," he soothed. "Hair ties, brownie mix, tampons, hell. You name it. I think I stashed it away for you at some point."

"Were you a boy scout or-"

"Gotta make sure my girl has what she needs," he said mildly, settling in. "Happy wife, happy life."

"We're not married," you yawn.

"Eh," he shrugged. "Same difference. You live here now, babe. Gotta make sure you're comfortable and taken care of- and it's not like it's hard."

[moa-engene-atiny]

MOODBOARD MASTERLIST

part 2

* = request # = jo's favorites

ENHYPEN

jungwon

🌱 fluttering wing beats in my heart 🌱

♥️ don't fly away with my heart ♥️

🌱 plants need water, but i need coffee ☕️

🌿 hold my hand when you cross the street 🖤

💭 im afraid it might disappear 🌧

🦋 i cant get rid of these butterflies🫀

🍊 you have stolen my heart // never let it go 🌼

🌙 what if i just hold on for a while / baby there's no drug quite like denial 👟

🖼 you are a masterpiece 🖼 #

🍑 wonderland? no, i was in outer space 👾

🌱 when i woke up, we were together, and i realized it was a dream ☁️ #

⚠️ please swear you'll try to remember me ⚠️

🐑 when your friend is having a hard time, you should be there for him 🐈

🌼 it's like a polaroid love 🐈 #

heeseung

🛹 scraped my knees falling (for you) 🖤

🌳 all my pants are grass-stained 🧺 (with yuna)*

is that a gun in ur pocket or are u just happy to see me? 🩸

🏹 the forest has claimed us as its children 🌳

🌷 i have a confession to make 🍵

🍜 when the world shoves you around, you just gotta stand up and shove back 🌿

☁️ every bed becomes king-sized when you're in it 👑 #

jay

🥂 i do whatever the fuck i want 💙 #

🦢 please don't let this fairy tale come to an end 🐥

🎓 my favorite study topic is male anatomy 👀

🚬 i cant imagine why you didn't suspect me🩸

🌽 everyone has things they can and cannot do. i'll do what you can't do, and you do what i can't do 🐟

jake

🍷 this is a cry for help 🔫

☕️ it's a scientifically proven fact that you are cute 🌙

🌙 sometimes i wonder if it's worth it to be good 🏛

💋 i relive your kisses in my dreams 🎀 #

✨ something tells me you're not from around here... 🛸 #

👄💜 i could write a song about your lips on mine 💜👄 #

🪩 i can hear it callin' from where you are 📞 #

sunghoon

☠️ tfw the (sexy) grim reaper comes to take ur soul when ur hanging out at an abandoned hotel teehee🪦

🪦 how can i help you move on from this mortal plane? 🕊

🤍 why do i always seem to look at you through rose-tinted glasses? oh... maybe it's the wine... 🍷 #

🍊 life is like a pencil that will surely run out, but will leave the beautiful writing of life ⛸

🍷 broken pearls broke my heart 🍓

sunoo

🎨 earth without "art" is just eh 🌏

💣 i like it when you call me mean names ☠️ #

🪦 i go out alone at night hoping you will come for me 🖤 #

🎧 the city feels bigger when you're in it 👟

niki

🛒 who are we supposed to be? 🚨

💡why would i ever want to leave my room? 🛏

🌳 i see the moon reflected in your eyes 🌕

🥟 no matter how hard or impossible it is, never lose sight of your goal 🐙

ATEEZ

hongjoong

💿 i hold onto the corner of an empty room and cry 🌈

💙 blue doesn't have to be lonely 💙 *

🧚‍♂️🌈 every time a baby laughs, a fairy is born 🌈🧚‍♂️*

🏴‍☠️ will you join us? 🗡 #

seonghwa

💄 you obviously have perfect lips 💋

name: park seonghwa age: 23 status: missing #

🍂 if only i were anyone but myself 🖌

🕊 chasing after dreams and chasing after knowledge are not mutually exclusive concepts 📖 *

yunho

✨🌿 honey to the bee that's you for me 🌻✨

☕️ where do you want to go on our next vacation? 📷*

yeosang

🖤 i cant fucking take it anymore 🖤

📚 live life one day at a time 📚

🔪 'til death do us part 👠 *

san

🍰 you've got two choices 🐈*

mingi

💿 there's no truth quite like the one that's a lie 🖤 *

wooyoung

🍦 do you maybe wanna hold hands? ☁️*

🚬 he's a bad boy but a great kisser 🏍 *

TOMORROW X TOGETHER

soobin

😈 which will it be, the horns or the halo? 😇*

📚 meet me in the library at midnight 🕰 #

🔥 everything is fine fire 🔥

🍷 running out of time & running out of wine ⏳ #

yeonjun

🍜 im so hungry; gonky, one may say 🍕

♣️ it's about time to reveal the ace up my sleeve ♠️

🍸 a toast to bitter drinks and sweet lips 🍸 #

beomgyu

🖤 ivory keys and pearly fangs🩸*

🚪 are you sure this is the way? 🚲

taehyun

💼 i've finally found what i was searching for ⛰

ITZY

yeji

🌷 good morning, angel 🌷

🍒 you taste like cherries ❤️ #

💕 tell those butterflies to fuck off 🦋

ryujin

👜 you can take the girl out of the city but you can't take the city out of the girl 🍪

☁️ i know you're jealous of me ☁️

yuna

🌳 all my pants are grass-stained 🧺 (with heeseung)*

STRAY KIDS

bang chan

📞 your call was declined. would you like to try again? ☕️*

📢 one more set; c'mon, you got this! ⌚️

lee know

🗝 no need to be scared, darling 😈

hyunjin

☕️ love ain't a science - because it's an art ✒️*

💋 got paint on my face and in my soul 👟 #

🆘 i'm just a kid and life is a nightmare 🎬

felix

👑 some people are just meant to be golden ⚜️

i.n

💜 was this a good first date? 📷

ONEUS

ravn

🖤 hey babe, you wanna go on a date? 🎧 *

leedo

🌻 thank you for loving me 🖤*

hwanwoong

💿 hey, do you want to hang out with me? ☁️

xion

💙 a dream is a wish your heart makes 🤍 *

🍵 is mint academia a thing? im making it a thing 📚*

NCT

jaemin

♟ i never remember my dreams 🛸 #

ONEWE

dongmyeong

✨ you fell to earth from the sky 💫 #

THE BOYZ

jacob

🎁 it's beginning to look a lot like christmas 🎄 *

eric

☕️ besties can totally hold hands 📸*

sf9

youngbin

🌻 while standing in a field of sunflowers… they were bloomed brighter than any of these sunflowers here 🧺*

taeyang

📷 coffee stained photos and coffee flavored kisses 🌿*

🍎 i adore my little green corner of the world 🌳 *

[penisman420-69]

Mark: Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome to Five Nights at Freddy's, an indie horror game that you guys suggested, in mass, and I saw that Yamimash played it and said it was really really good... So I'm very eager to see what is up. And that is a terrifying animatronic bear! "Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the nightshift." Oh...12 a.m. The first night. If I didn't wanna stay the first night, why would I stay any more than... five... Why I stay any more than two- hello? Okay...

Phone starts to call

Mark: Hello?... Hello? Oh, I can't move. That is a creepy skull, there's creepy things on the wall. Oh, hello.

Phone Guy: Hello?

Mark: Hi!

Phone Guy: Hello?

Mark: HI!!!

Phone Guy: Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night.

Mark: Ugh...

Phone Guy: Um, I actually worked in that office before you.

Mark: Ah...

Phone Guy: I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact.

Mark: Hm?

Phone Guy: So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming...

Mark: Uugh! U-hu-hu...

Phone Guy: ...but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about.

Mark: Eh...

Phone Guy: Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week.

Mark: Okay, sound goo- O...

Phone Guy: Okay? Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read.

Mark: Uh-huh.

Phone Guy: Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Mark: Okay.

Phone Guy: A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike...

Mark: (Scared laughing)

Phone Guy: where fantasy and fun come to life.

Mark: Uughuh!

Phone Guy: Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.

Mark: (Totaly in panic mode)

Phone Guy: Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know...

Mark: Yeah!

Phone Guy: but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No.

Mark: (Scared laughing)

Phone Guy: If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right?

Mark: Okay!

Phone Guy: Okay.

Mark: Okay...

Phone Guy: So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit.

Mark: No way...

Phone Guy: Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night.

Mark: (Scared laughing)

Phone Guy: Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long.

Mark: Ugh...

Phone Guy: Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87.

Mark: THE BITE?!

Phone Guy: Yeah.

Mark: What bite!?

Phone Guy: I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?

Mark: WHY?!

Phone Guy: Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person.

Mark: Oh, OH!

Phone Guy: They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to... forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit.

Mark: Oh, I get it.

Phone Guy: Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices...

Mark: Uh-huh.

Phone Guy: ...especially around the facial area.

Mark: Uh-huh.

Phone Guy: So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...

Mark: Yeah!

Phone Guy: ...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.

Mark: Ugh! Oh, why... What happend?

Phone Guy: Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary.

Mark: THAT'S NOT GOOD...

Phone Guy: Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night.

Call ends

Mark: GOOD NIGHT?!

Mark: OH NO... OH THAT'S BAD! I understand what I need to do. I need to watch the cams so that they don't come after- ONE'S MISSING!!

Bonnie is in the Backstage

Mark: OH, HI! There you are, pretty bunny thing... Okay... Okay, okay, I get it, I get it, I get it, where'd you go? You're still there? Alright, you stay there. I don't know if it's good that you're staring at me! Oh my god. I thought it was weird that it couldn't move, but this is totally different... than any horror game I've ever played. So what you gotta do in case you not getting it is you gotta watch the cameras to make sure they don't come by- You got a little much power- Is he still there? Hi, you're still there. Wait a minute, what, DID YOU MOVE?! Okay, you didn't move. You don't move neither... You don't moving nothing... If I see you moving... I don't wanna see anything...Oh-oh-oh MY GOD! THIS'S TERRIFYING! Why do I leave doors so open, why isn't there enough power-

Bonnie is in the Dining Area

Mark: Hi, okay, you moved again. Hi. What are you doing there? Might be getting a little close to me...

Camera goes static

Mark: O-oh, oh, no, OH NO, NO, NOOO! No-no-no... Nooo, no, no, close the clo-ose, closing, closing! Eh. YOU'LL NEVER GET ME! Okay, you're over there, alright...It's okay. Why didn't I have enough power for lights? Stay right there you douchebag! You stay right the F there... God, dammit! That was like- this is like the most terrifying game I ever played! They're gonna pop out at me! Oh, god, he's gone. Hi. Okay. You just gonna alternate between the two places, it's totally fine. And your friends, they ain't moving. They're not moving, are they? I see where I am. You're not near me. So, that's good. Just gonna periodically check... How much long do I need- I need last to 6 a.m. Oh god, am I gonna have enough power? If I run out of power thy'll able to get me! Oh god... You stay right there! Why am I still using some power? O-oh god... Seriously, I what... this like... this like... bad! You're still there, okay. This is a first night, they said it should be easy to first night so I only assuming one of them... just gonna wandering around and it is a creepy bunny guy. ♪{Happy fun time at Freddy's, in fun land... having such a wonderful time...}♪ Okay, so, you still there? Okay, you still there... I'm gonna name you... Bunny Blallagy-

Camera goes static

Mark: OH GOD WHERE'D YOU GO?! Oh god, he's here? Hello? Where'd he go? Hi again, okay. You stay right the F there! I don't want to have to deal with you...

Mark closes both doors

Mark: Probably shouldn't do that, I need to conserve power. God dammit I was like have the damn thing in- I think the doors were down. You're still there? Oh-kay... Oh-kay. Oh-kay! (Scared laughing)

Music starts

Mark: I hear that... I HEAR THAT! OH GOD! WHERE'S THE OTHER ONE?! WHERE'S HE?! U-UGH! U-UGH! WHERE IS HE?! Where'd you go? Where'd you go, where'd you go, where are both of them, both of th-

Bonnie is in the West Hall

Mark: H'i, you are really close to me! Oh god, it's not 6 a.m. yet?

Chica is in Restrooms

Mark: Hi. Okay. So I think I just need to keep the left door closed? (Crying) NOT OKAY NOT OKAY! Is he behind that door? No, where'd he go? Where-

Chica is in the East Hall

AH! OH HI HI HI HI HI HI OKAY OKAY, I DON'T HAVE MUCH POWER LEFT. What you gonna do? Is the other one still there? U-uh! HI... Oh, you moved again! Where where where? (Scared laughing) What do I do, what do I do-

Chica is in E. Hall Corner

Mark: OOOH YOU'RE RIGHT SO BEHIND THAT DOOR! OH, WHAT HAPPENS IF I OPEN THE DOOR?! I'm running out of power. Oh, I'm gonna run out of power! Is he there? I don't want- I don't- I do- I don't wanna die... AH, ONE PERCENT POWER?! (nervous grudging sound)

Power out, doors open

Mark: AH! ... Oh NO! OH NO, NO NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! Oh no no no no no...no no...

Freddy flashes in left door

Mark: HIIII! OH, GAWD DAMMIT! HOW'RE YOU DOING?!

6 a.m. chimes

Mark: Oh, did I make it? I make it? Yeah-ha! Oh god not again! Why would I do this stupid job?! Oh-kay... Okay. So I ran out of power, but...

Phone starts to call

Mark: OH HI, HI AGAIN! You got to be some "sage advice" for me? Yep, okay, yep, I know, yep, yep yep yep, what I can do for you? I know! Oh god...

Phone Guy: Uhh, Hello? Hello? Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, uh, congrats!

Mark: (laughs in panic)

Phone Guy: I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses.

Mark: What?

Phone Guy: Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk just to make sure everyone's in their proper place.

Bonnie is in Dining Area

Mark: No.

Phone Guy: You know... Uh... Interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so, hey, I guess that's one more reason not to run out of power, right?

Mark: (laughs in panic)

Phone Guy: I-I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera views, and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors. So if-if you can’t find something, or someone, on your cameras...

Bonnie is in the West Hall

Mark: Ugh-h!

Phone Guy: ...be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few seconds to react... Uh, not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that.

Mark: Of course!

Phone Guy: Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like being watched.

Bonnie is in W. Hall Corner

Mark: UGH-GH! UHH!

Phone Guy: I don't know. Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control! Uh, talk to you soon.

Call ends

Mark: Where's Pirate Cove? Why are you going to leave me with this? Don't leave me like this!Where's, where's Big Yellow?

Chica is in Dining Area

Mark: There's Big Yellow. Is he still there? He's still there? YES YOU SILL THERE! VERY GOOD! VERY GOOD! Oooooh dooon't like th... Is he still there? I'm so going run out- Okay he left, okay. Okay! We're okay! We're going be fine, we're gonna be totally fine. We will be fine, hello. Hello, bubsy, where's the other guy? Where's the other guy? Where's he?! Where's he, where's he, where's he, where's he, where-

Bonnie is in the West Hall

Mark: Oh, there... Okay. He's not-

Freddy looks straight in the camera

Mark: Oh, HIII! HEY, FREDDY, HOW U DOING?! Okay. He will be nearby? You stay there! Where's the other one, where's the other one, where's the other one? There he is. Okay. I am pan- I'M LOSING MY SHIT RIGHT NOW! I'M NOT OKAY WITH THIS!

Camera goes static

Mark: OH GOD NOT AGAIN! NO DO DO DO THAT! No no no. Don't you be- Oh god!

Bonnie is in W. Hall Corner

Mark: AH! HE'S RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR! UH! HI!

Chica is in East Hall

Mark: HI! Okay I'm- I'll keep my eye on you! Oh god, where'd you go? Where'd you go? Kay... GOD, THIS NIGHT IS LASTING FOREVER!

Bonnie pops in West Door

Mark: AH! ISTHATAFAGA! ISEWAMEMEGE! IT'S NOT OKAY! Oh oh oh... Okay, so what be-

Chica is in Dining Area

Mark: Hi... "Let's Eat!" Let's eat what? You still there? Okay, he's gone. Good. Stay gone, forever, and ever and ever and ever, oh, you're coming back! Either that or you're leaving. Oh, I'm not gonna have enough- I'm not h- My butt is going be munched! I'll be shoved into a teddy bear outfit. And they're gonna laugh! Where's he? Where'd you g-

Bonnie pops in West Door

Mark: AH! U-fe-fe-fe... That Bunny wants to get my gibblets, but he can't have em! Not today! Not ever... ♪{Good thing Freddy staying in his house.}♪ Hi mister- Wait, Bunny, you were just outside my door! Kay... Where's the Ducky? Where's mister- is that him- No, no Ducky there...

Chica is in Restrooms with hostile look in camera.

Mark: Hi, (Scared laughing), Hi mister Ducky. (Crying) God, this night is lasting so long... I just wanna go home. I'll never play this game again. I'll be a good boy! God dammit. It's would be terrifying if you controlled the cameras with like an Oculus Rift or something? Oh, my god. Cause you just move your head back and forth... Oh, my god. Hi again. Where's the other one? Where'd you go, where'd you go? Oh, there he is. Okay, so long as you two stay right there, you'll be good! You look very pretty! Uh, where's the Pirate Cove Guy- Oh, here's Pirate Cove, okay. So I just gotta... I just gotta keep an eye on you guys. Gonna be fine! OH, oh I bet using the camera takes power too, I'm down to 34%, I've got 3 hours to go!

Music starts

Mark: No. You're still there. You're still there. You're still there. You're looking at me now.

Foxy is in Pirate Cove

Mark: HI PIRATE COVE MAN!!! RARRR! HU-OHG... Oh, where'd they go, still there, still there? Pirate Cove Man! How u doin'? Oh, man, I love workin' at Didney Worl, it's ma faavorite...

Foxy enters his pre-sprint phase

Mark: HI WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF YOUR CAGE?!! PLEASE, GET BACK IN! I DON'T WANT YOU OUT OF THERE! HE'S COMING FOR ME? Oh, he's coming for me! Oh, why do I have to watch three of them? I'm like ligit freaking out right now. I'm not okay with this. Oh god, they moved. Where'd you move to, oh, you're coming down the hallway, ha? Which one are ya? Not left Pirate Cove yet... You still there... Coming down that hallway... Pirate Cove Man, how're you doing Pirate Cove Man?

Camera goes static

Mark: No! I got 2 hours left! No no no! Nooo! What's that sound?

Bonnie is in W. Hall Corner

Mark: Oh, he's right there. Well, he's not here JUST yet. I don't wanna run out of power. Oh, the sounds, I don't like them.

Foxy sprints to office

Mark: AH, FUCK! NO! OH GOD!

Foxy attacks!

AH-HAH, FUCKING FUCK! I TRIED TO PUSH IT! OH-OH MY GOD! Ah... Oh...

Game Over

Mark: Oh, game over indeed! Oh, are those my eyeballs? Auh... (coughs) Oh hi... Okay. So that's Five Nights at Freddy's, I couldn't even survive two, GOD DAMMIT! HAH! OH, GOD! Oh, I tried to hit the door- I tried so bad... Oh... Okay. Okay, thank you all so much for watching, check out the other scary games that I played, if you want to play it by yourself, you can check it in the description bellow. If you REALLY want me to play it again and try to BEAT it, let me know in the comments below. Thanks again everybody and as always, I will see YOU in the next video. BYE-BYE!

YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS WHO IS THIS WHO DID THIS WHO ARE YOU I'M GETTING A RESTRAINING ORDER

[catzula]

(Don't) Let me be the judge of that

a/n: enemies to lovers w Osamu. Nothing more to say.

genre: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers au, fem!reader

warnings: Osamu being an ass in the beginning, swearing, mentions of social anxiety, 5.6k

《Synopsis: Osamu Miya is too judgemental for his own good, never accepting he's simply wrong. You're here to change that.》

Osamu Miya had a habit of judging people. It would take him one look and a few seconds to decide whether he liked someone or not, the answer often being the latter. But the worst part was just how stubborn and maybe a bit self-centered Osamu was. He trusted himself a little too much, and it was impossible to change his opinion of someone after he had made up his mind, and if he didn't like someone, that was it, he would never grow to like them.

Or so everyone -including Osamu himself- thought until you entered his life.

~

You weren't surprised to feel the brown pair of eyes looking your way when your professor announced the project was in pairs. "Decide on your partners until the end of the hour and give me a list of the groups." He told the class and leaned back in his chair.

"Y/N!" You heard him before you saw him, a mop of bleached blond hair coming into your view right after. "Hi, Atsumu." You offered him a smile as you pocketed your phone, tilting your head when he frowned in response. "I already told you, Y/N, it's 'Tsumu to you!"

"Why?" You sighed annoyedly. Having had the conversation once before, you knew damn well he wouldn't stop until you did what he wanted, but you still chose to resist.

"Because," the boy whined, "it's a sign of our friendship. Only my friends and 'Samu call me that, and I want you to call me by my nickname, too." You chose not to talk about how he excluded his twin from his friends, knowing that would only lead to another argument. 

"Who even came up with this stupid name? It doesn't make any sense, it's only one syllable shorter, and it's even harder to say!" Atsumu's warm-brown eyes narrowed. "It's not stupid!" He protested, pouting until you gave up.

"Okay, okay, whatever. 'Tsumu-kun. There, happy?"

"Tsumu." The blond corrected with a grin.

"Kun." You added (to rile him up)

"Only Tsumu, goddammit! We're close enough."

"Are we, though? We only know each other for... what? A week?"

"A month!" Atsumu gasped as he corrected you. "And it doesn't matter how long we know each other, okay? It's a matter of how well we connect." His frown got deeper when you made a face, muttering something about him being cheesy, so he decided to switch strategies.

"But you always call me by my name when we're alone, Y/N-chan." Words spoken as flirtatiously as possible, Atsumu never missed the chance to tease you.

"A-atsumu, what the fuck, don't make it sound weird!" You exclaimed, already aware of the murmurs starting to spread around the room and the eyes turning on you both.

"There we go," Atsumu grinned when he heard his name falling from your lips, "wasn't that hard, was it?"

"You just had to be a little shit." You sighed, and his grin only spread wider. "I am a little shit, aren't I? Thank god I'm handsome. Anyway, I'm writing our names down." 

"It feels like we're getting married, seeing our names standing next to each other like this." He sighed, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corner of his eyes as he handed the paper to the person sitting behind you. You heard someone gasp at his words, and you never wanted to hit someone with a chair this much in your life.

"Shut the hell up!" You whisper-yelled, only feeling your anger growing when he sent you an innocent look. "What? I'm just saying-"

"I swear to god," You flared, "I'll tell everyone that one time you ran out of the library screaming when you saw a cockroach if you don't shut up." His grin disappeared as soon as you spoke the words, eyes widening and mouth shutting.

"You promised to never talk about it!" You had to admit that it did feel powerful to see him so panicked, face flushed, the sleazy look that was almost always in his eyes nonexistent and replaced with something similar to fear.

"It's up to you wether I talk about it or not." You shrugged.

~~~

"Woah, you look tired." You heard a familiar voice say as he plopped right next to you on the bench, holding a homemade bento in his hands, wrapped too neatly to be made by him.

"And whose fault is that?" You muttered, trying to conceal your murderous intent towards him. Even just thinking about your day gave you headaches. You groaned when he shrugged, focusing on unwrapping the bento box. "Yours, idiot!" 

"What did I d-" You winced when he spoke after taking a big spoon of rice and showing you everything that was in his mouth. 

"Your fans wont let me be! Ever since we started hanging out, it's almost like I'm being harassed."

"That's not necesarrily my fault." Atsumu shrugged, proceeding with another bite of his food. 

"It is, actually. I know you like to tease me, but if you keep saying shit like 'oh look our names together, feels like we're getting married' or that fucking 'you call me by my name when we're alone' you make it worse! You know how many people came up to me and asked if we were sleeping? One even asked me if we were engaged! We've known each other for two weeks, for god's sake!"

"A month." Atsumu corrected, shutting up when you sent him a look. "That's not even the worst part. Whenever I don't give an answer, or the answer they want to hear from me, people start to-" 

They started to get mean. Some even insulted you without batting an eye, speaking of how you weren't even pretty, that you had to be sleeping with Atsumu to be near him, and many fucking more.

"What?" He asked. "People started to what?" You knew he could sense how tense you were starting to get, but you always started to fight with him whenever he asked if people were bothering you, never answering his question, despite the answer being obvious. 

"Nothing, its just frustrating." You shrugged, taking a bite out of your meal to stop yourself from talking -or crying-. 

"Look, I can guess what's going on." Atsumu sighed, "and the only reason I can think of of you not telling me what's happening is that you don't want me to interfere, but you should tell them to piss off, already." He advised you the same stupid sentence he had been advising the past few days, ever since he noticed how his fans acted towards you. 

"Yeah, thanks for the advice, jackass. It would be easier if you stopped being so extra." You muttered into your cup full of coffee, feeling a tinge of guilt, putting the whole blame on him and not admitting you probably should tell people to mind their business already.

But you just weren't the type of person that was comfortable with talking to people you didn't know or know well enough, and you certainly weren't going to tell people to 'piss off' so comfortably.

You gulped when he sighed. "Okay, sorry, you're right, and I went overboard. But I gotta go to training now. It'll end around 5 p.m, so come to my place at 6?" He raised to his feet as he took one last sip of his drink when he finished his food.

"And if anyone asks you if we're married again, you have my permission to say yes." He grinned, patting your hair twice before you rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop a giggle from escaping your lips. "Oh, thank you, gracious lord." You cried out dramatically, scoffing when he pinched your cheek. "Exactly."

~~~

"I'm going into shower." Atsumu announced as Osamu shuffled through the fridge. 

"And?" The grey-haired twin asked from the fridge without pulling back, locating the eggs, and taking some out. "Do you want my help or something?

He expected an equally sarcastic comment from his brother, lifting his head as he closed the door of the fridge. "Cook for 3 today, a friend's coming over." He heard him say instead.

"A friend?" Osamu quirked his brow, ready to laugh given the punchline, but it never came.

"Yep." His twin answered instead, popping the p like some idiot middle schooler. "She's nice, you'll like her." He grinned, and Samu was already sure that wouldn't be the case. "Is this the girl ya can't stop talking about?"

Osamu couldn't say he wasn't interested since it was rare to see his brother drawn to anything but himself and volleyball, especially not to a girl. And judging by how Atsumu spoke about you, it was evident he had a particular liking to you.

The smug grin on Atsumu's face gave Osamu his answer, to which he grimaced. "don't wanna hear a fucking sound."

"She's coming over to study, you pervert! We have a project together."

"Yeah, whatever, I said what I said." Osamu shrugged, turning his back to Atsumu and started to chop the vegetables, unable to shake off the unlucky feeling pooling in his stomach.

~~~

"Oi, shit-head, does yer friend have any allergies or somethin'?" Osamu knocked on the bathroom door that had steam coming from the gap beneath it. He waited as Atsumu closed the water. "Eh, I'm not sure." 

"Yer not sure? How long do you even know her?"

"A month." Atsumu answered, turning the water back on. A month? It wasn't like Atsumu didn't get close to a girl he knew for such a short time, but Osamu had never, ever seen Atsumu bring a girl home.

"Hurry up, already, what the hell are you even doing in there?!" Osamu shouted, knocking on the bathroom door and holding back an urge to kick down the door when he heard the happy humms of his brothers.

"Oi, idiot, I'm telling you- goddammit." He clenched his teeth when he heard the doorbell. 

"Hurry up or you're not eating." Osamu knocked one last time before he rushed to the door to let you in. 

He opened the door without thinking of opening the lights as well, and since it was well after the sun had set, he couldn't see what you looked like, but he knew he wasn't expecting- well, you.

You were bent forward, trying to undo the messy knot your shoelaces had formed when the door opened. Sending a glance at the silhouette standing at the door, you turned your attention back to untying the mess your shoes were. 

"Hey, Atsumu." You muttered without taking another look, assuming it was Atsumu who had greeted you. You didn't see how Osamu's face soured, dark-grey eyes narrowing at your form with some hostility he couldn't help.

In your defense, the light wasn't on, and you hadn't taken a good look at the boy standing before you, so it wasn't exactly your fault for not realizing it was Osamu, right?

No.

Strike one.

Osamu hated when people mixed him with Atsumu. Did they not see the bright platinum gray hair, clearly different from his twins piss colored one? Osamu hadn't dyed his hair for the sake of looking nice, and he certainly hadn't sat in the hairdresser for hours long just to get mixed up with his twin again.

You had noticed your mistake as soon as you stood up and looked at the tall figure staring at you, leaning on the door frame and his arms tied on his chest almost defensively. "O-oh," Osamu heard you mutter softly, not sure as to why your voice sent goosebumps down his arms. "You're not Atsumu."

The somewhat disappointed tone of your voice made him furrow his brows. The smile you had on your lips dropped as soon as you locked eyes with the grey ones, familiar yet strange, and Osamu could feel himself getting more irked by the second.

The truth was, you weren't exactly disappointed, mostly embarrassed and a little surprised, although the unsatisfied look his eyes held kept making you even more nervous. He waited as your eyes wandered over his face, over the scowl resting on his lips, looking so mean and hostile, you found yourself taking a defensive step away from him.

"I- uh," Osamu's scowl didn't move an inch when you forced a smile at him, and you checked the time on your phone to break the eye contact. "Atsumu told me to come by at 6, and... is he- is he home?"

"Yeah," The boy talked for the first time, and you noticed how his voice was deeper than his twin's. It was nicer, too, you thought. "He's in the shower, though he should be-"

"Y/N, you're here!" You heard the twin you were familiar with speak your name, standing in the entrance, hair still wet and dripping with excess water. 

"Don't get cocky, I'm here for the project." You rolled your eyes with fake annoyance, unsuccessful at hiding your smile. Osamu felt something in him shift as he watched the change in your demeanor, feeling- what, jealous? 

"You met 'Samu?" Atsumu approached you, not missing the tension hanging in the air. "Y/N, this is the inferior twin, 'Samu, as you can also tell. And 'Samu, this' Y/N." He introduced you, making you laugh awkwardly, but Osamu kept his glower. 

"Don't mind him, he can be an asshole sometimes." Atsumu whispered at you, which anyone even passing by outside the house could hear. "Look at who's talking." You told him with a snarky quirk of a brow, making Atsumu frown. "Mean."

The blond pulled you towards the living room, making you settle on the couch and plopping next to you. Osamu caught the glance you sent his way when he didn't sit, leaning against the wall that was across you, instead, and you found he still had that frown that seemed to be imprinted on his face.

Osamu's frown was deepening on his lips at how comfortable you looked next to Atsumu, the friendly banter you had the exact opposite of how uncomfortable you looked next to Osamu. Maybe it was the natural competitiveness that came with having a twin, but Osamu hated this feeling. Why couldn't you smile at him like that, too? Yeah, maybe he was acting like a dick, but wasn't Atsumu also?

"Go dry your hair, idiot, you'll get sick!" Osamu heard you tell his twin, watching you hit him with the nearest pillow. "Hm?" Atsumu turned to you with a grin, leaning towards you for easy access to his hair. "I thought ya could do it for me?"

Osamu watched you with interest as you glared at his twin with annoyance. "I hope you get sick." You narrowed your eyes at him. "If you keep this attitude around other people, I'll kick you."

"Alright, alright, I won't flirt with ya when other people are around." Atsumu grinned, and Osamu felt his appetite vanishing. "I'll just leave." He muttered to himself, closing the door behind him just after hearing your answer to his twin.

"Don't flirt with me, ever?" 

You had spoken it with such genuine annoyance that if you had listened closely, you could hear Osamu laughing from the other side of the door.

~

So, the meeting with his twin was anything but successful.

Osamu was very blunt with how much he hadn't liked you, his glare reminding you of the ones Atsumu had whenever his fans approached him, cold and cruel.

Grey was clearly the superior choice, though, that you found yourself thinking as you gazed at the blond. "What? Lost in my handsomeness?" Atsumu teased you when he noticed you weren't paying attention to the project. You had to hold yourself back physically before you said something along the lines of how his twin was hotter, but you knew he wouldn't talk to you ever again, so you shut your mouth and took the teasing. 

Luckily, Osamu was barging through the door before Atsumu could continue, bored-looking eyes finding you two where he had left you. "Dinner's ready." He told you and left the room.

"Food," Atsumu salivated, jumping on his feet the moment he heard his brother, ready to sprint to the kitchen. You shuffled awkwardly in your place when you felt his warm-brown gaze on you, expecting you to stand up, as well, and eat.

"I- uh," you muttered. "I'm not really hungry, and I ate before I came here." Lies. "Can't we just finish this project instead?"

Strike two.

Just as he started to think you weren't horrible, Osamu gasped from the other side of the wall when he heard you (the walls were thin), his teeth clenching in annoyance. Really? Did you prefer doing a fucking project over his food? The food he had cooked?

Osamu was never a forgiving person, but this- this was something he could never forgive, he decided on the spot.

"Oh, come on, stop bein' a baby." Atsumu told you, pulling you by your hand on your legs, he knew you well to understand you were hesitating to go there because of his brother. Or more as he was making you nervous and you would rather not eat than go in his presence. "Osamu's the best cook around, you'll see." He joked so you could relax a little, making you giggle nervously.

Strikeout.

Osamu flinched at the words, eyes narrowing on you as you entered the kitchen. Did you doubt his abilities? 

You thanked the boy as he placed your plate in front of you, steaming hot food, smelling so good that you wanted to bury your face in it, but the grey gaze hovering over you was making you so nervous that it made it impossible for you to take even a small bite.

"Do ya like it?" Atsumu asked you, noticing how you were nudging the food with your fork without eating. You flinched in your place, your friends' voice pulling you out of your thoughts and back to reality, to which you mustered a smile and nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, it's- it's delicious. Thank you." You turned back to Osamu, who scoffed at your words, causing you to frown. 

You could tell he didn't like you one bit, even though you weren't sure as to why, but you discarded the thought. He was free to like or dislike you, which, in this case, was the latter, though it stung a little since you thought he seemed nice when- well, when he didn't frown at you.

He seemed like the type you would either get along or hate mutually.

He had obviously chosen the latter, and both Atsumu and you could feel the almost hateful air coming from Osamu as he glanced at you with a disinterested, blank face. "Did ya have a bad day or something, 'Samu?" Atsumu broke the silence, and you felt like you could finally take a breath. "You look like someone kicked ya in the nuts."

"Fuck off, 'Tsumu." 

"Nah, you've been acting like a dick all day. What's with ya today?"

"I said fuck off!" Osamu warned his twin another time, this time successfully silencing the blonde. 

"Thank you," You broke the awful silence that followed Osamu's voice. "The food was delicious." You told him after you finished your food. You could still feel his gaze over you as you placed your plate in the sink and retreated to the living room. 

"Your brother didn't like me very much, did he?" Osamu heard you mutter to his brother after he had left, too, feeling a fracture of guilt in his chest as he caught the disappointment in your voice.

"It's just... 'Samu. Don't worry about it." Atsumu told you, closing the door behind you.

~

Osamu was hesitant to knock on the living room door.

It had been about two hours since you had gone in, and knowing his brother- he couldn't be sure as of what's to happening.

"Oi, 'Tsumu!" He barged in the room, discarding the thoughts before he gave up. 

"Shut up." Atsumu whispered, eyes lifting from his phone screen for a second and glancing at you. You, who was lying on the sofa and- sleeping?

"She fell asleep." Atsumu grinned at his brother's questioning gaze. "I'll carry her back to the car. Can you drive her home?"

Osamu didn't hold back his snicker when Atsumu's voice dropped volume as he asked the favor from his brother, still not able to admit to himself the defeat.

"Your hair is still wet, idiot," Osamu mumbled, his eyes wandering over your figure. "And I will not take care of you if you go out and get sick."

"What?" Atsumu grinned mockingly. "Are you gonna carry her then? Be a hero for the girl you've been acting like an ass all day? What the fuck was up with you today?"

"I don't like her." Osamu shrugged.

"She's not the kind of girl you think of her as." Atsumu quickly responded, already aware of what his twin had decided about you. Atsumu knew Osamu too well, his stubbornness even more, so he wasn't exactly surprised when he shrugged. 

"Let me be the judge of that, and I don't have to like her."

"Whatever, you do you. But you know, you don't have to dislike her just because she's my friend, too."

Osamu stood silent, eyes falling back on you. He knew Atsumu was partly right, but he had his reasons not to like you, right? Osamu pocketed his car keys, nodding at his twin and lifting you off the couch.

Atsumu grinned at the audible gulp his twin took when you shifted uncomfortably in Osamu's arms, snuggling your body closer to him, your hand fisting his shirt unconsciously. 

You woke up with Osamu hovering over you, and it took you a second or two to notice you were in a car and he was tying your seatbelt. He was so close, yet so careful not to touch you, his smell -a different perfume than his brother's- filling your newly awakened senses with him, him, him. Your eyes met his when he tied it and pulled back, a brow quirking up as his frown settled on his lips. 

"Did I wake you up?" He muttered as he retreated to his seat, running his fingers through his hair as he fixed his mirror, pushing back the few stray strands back from his face. Osamu turned back to you when you stood quiet, a sarcastic smile quirking his lips upwards, but it fell as soon as you talked.

"Wh- uh, where's Atsumu?"

Osamu clenched his teeth, not knowing why it angered it so much that his twin was the first thing that came to your mind as soon as you woke up.

"Home." Osamu gritted through his teeth. "I'm dropping you home, 'Tsumu gave me the address."

He glanced at you when you stood silent. "He doesn't have a license." Osamu couldn't help but add, a feeling stirring in him when you laughed at that. "So he failed the exam and you passed? That must've been a blow on his ego."

"Oh, you have no idea." Osamu found himself laughing with you.

Silence. He could feel your growing anxiety, and you could tell he was nervous as well, the taps of his fingers on the stirring wheel echoing in the car. His hair reflecting the colors coming from the road, yellow, red, and green, the features of his face illuminated, you thought he looked too handsome to be true.

"Why are you friends with him?" Osamu blurted out after a few seconds of silence, but the question didn't seem to surprise you. "Why is anyone friends with anyone?" You teased.

"Atsumu isn't exactly the type people wanna be friends with." 

"Hm," he heard you humm thoughtfully, not answering the question. "If we're asking questions, well, here's one. Why don't you like me?"

He could feel your light gaze on him as he kept his eyes on the road. It wasn't if he liked you or not, but you asked him why. He found himself wondering where that annoying meak girl he had met inside went. "And you don't like me."

"No," you answered honestly, which he found amusing. "You're mean."

"And 'Tsumu isn't?"

He turned to you when you shrugged. "Well, Atsumu is, too. But there is a difference, you know."

"And what is that?"

"He's a naturally mean person." You explained as if it made perfect sense. "He's just mean, he doesn't try to be meaner or nicer. You, on the other hand," you looked at him. "I don't think you're naturally mean, not as much as him, at least. I think you're purposefully being mean, and thats why I don't like you."

You met his eyes when Osamu turned his eyes from the road to you when the car stopped at the red light, grey eyes glistening with reds and yellows from the road. Your eyes followed the small smile that appeared on his lips, and you couldn't help yourself from thinking how soft they looked. How much more handsome he looked with a smile, even with one as cruel as he had now.

"I just don't like you." He told you with as much spite as possible, not sure why he was deliberately trying to hurt you. His brows furrowed when you laughed at his answer, instead.

"You certainly aren't the first." 

"What does that mean?" He asked without missing a beat, the tension now almost solidifying in the air. His heart was hammering in his chest, eyes watching your smiling lips as he waited for your next words, your chest heaving in sync with his, and you were so close, so close that if he leaned even just a little-

"You only met me today, Osamu-kun." He felt goosebumps climbing his back as he heard his name from your lips for the first time. "You know me for what, a few hours at most, and here you are telling me you just don't like me." The cynical tone of your voice made him send you a glare, his hands working over the gear when the red illuminating the car turned green.

"People like you do this a lot, you know. Judge people by one or two mistakes they do, not even anything major, but things you don't like, and deem them unworthy of your time. And how much I hate it when they boast about it, too. What, do you think you're so perfect? Don't you ever make any mistake?"

"People like me?" Osamu repeated, uncharasterically silent after all those words you had spat. "Yeah, shallow people." You answered, but you weren't looking at him anymore as you tapped the window instead. "We're here." 

You were silent as he stopped the car, pulling to the side, and watched you open the door. "You know," he finally spoke, rolling down his window before you were too far. "You say I judge people so quickly, but you did a full-blown analysis just now, and you say I'm the one to judge quick?"

"Tell me, Osamu." You bent forward a little, leveling your face with his. "If you can promise me that you didn't think, ah, I know this type of girl, even once tonight, I'll take it all back and apologize to you."

You smiled when he stood quiet. 

"Goodnight, Osamu. Thank you for the ride." You told him before walking back to your house.

~

"Ya know, with the amount of time you spend here, you may as well move in." Osamu told you gruffly, eyeing you from his side of the couch. Your eyes followed him as he took a bite out of his food, adam's apple bobbing up and down.  

"I'll move in as soon as you leave." You answered with a fake smile, turning your eyes away from his as soon as you realized you were staring, hoping he hadn't noticed, but he had. 

"Yer sure ya want me to leave?" He quirked a brow at you, making you grimace. "Never been more sure." 

It had been about a month since you met Osamu, and it was like this ever since. Osamu never missed the chance to take a jab at you, or he couldn't sleep. You never backed down from it either, the fights going back and forth until either Atsumu got bored and pulled you away or one of their friends called you out.

You didn't enjoy it like they thought you did. In fact, it was getting tiring and annoying, but you couldn't stop yourself from taking a jab at Osamu whenever he shot you a remark.

He looked at you when you sighed, brows quirking up in a silent question. "When's Atsumu gonna be here?"

Atsumu had told you to come to his place that day, telling you he would be there in a few minutes after you and he had something to do, but as always, he was late at least an hour, and you were now stuck with his brother. 

"I'll just go home and meet you up later." You had told the blonde, but he had insisted you stay. 

"Have you ever seen 'Tsumu come somewhere not at least two hours late? I bet he won't be here for at least an hour more." Osamu chuckled. "I'm hungry." He added right after, eyes finding yours.

"And? You need me to cook?" You snickered, not expecting him to stay silent, looking at you for a few more seconds and rolling his eyes as he turned around and went to the kitchen. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the antic. Surely Osamu wasn't- he wasn't asking you if you wanted something, was he?

"At least open a movie or something as we wait." Osamu muttered from the kitchen. 

"Do you have something on mind?" You asked, feeling weird at how soft he suddenly was acting. "No, pick one."

"Okay," you muttered to yourself, emphasizing the 'o'. You thought of opening a volleyball match, Atsumu always liked it when you did, and maybe he would- no, why were you even thinking of what he would like? He told you to open whatever, hadn't he?

Still, despite reasoning with yourself, you were jittery as you opened a random comedy show from Netflix. Trying to focus your thoughts on the show playing, you did your best not to think about the silver-haired boy inside, failing miserably by how your mind wandered to him and the odd way he was acting today.

"Say, ya never gave me an answer as to why yer friends with 'Tsumu." He entered the room, carrying a tray with two plates and forks inside. The crooked smile on his lips was making your heart beat twice as fast, even though you didn't want to admit it, and the way he focused on holding the tray on balance, the slight crease between his furrowed brows. Osamu Miya was too handsome for his own good.

"Thanks," you muttered half-heartedly as you took the plate from him, not even aware it was an olive branch he was sticking out. Osamu's face fell when you didn't spare him or his food another look. "You never gave me an answer of why you don't like me, so I guess we're even." You laughed, smile wavering when he didn't laugh along.

He sighed, eyes glancing at you and then back at his hands. It made you antsy, making you feel like something was wrong.

"You chose this to watch?" He turned back to the not answering you. He shifted in his place when you hummed, "I can change it i fyou want." The way he hadn't made fun of your choice of the movie yet, was too uncharacteristic of him.

"No, its okay." He answered instead, ending the conversation -if you could even call this one. You ate in silence, tv playing in the background, though neither of you cared of it, your gaze meeting now and then until you couldn't take it.

"What is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but blurt out, turning the TV off and facing him. You watched him as he quirked his brow up, looking at you questioningly even though he knew what you meant.

"What is wrong with me?" He repeated.

"Why are you being nice?"

He turned back to face the tv after a beat of silence, looking somewhat... shy? What the-

"Wh-what was that?" You asked when he mumbled something, the answer so silent that it was inaudible. "I said," Osamu repeated, eyes still focused on his plate. "You told me you didn't like me because I- uh, I was rude."

His voice was still uncharacteristically quiet, but this time you heard him loud and clear. That didn't mean you understood it, though.

"What do you mean?" He heard you ask, your voice laced with something resembling suspicion, you scoffed when he stood quiet, standing up to your legs and picking your plate off from the table. "If you're trying to tell me you want me to like you, I'm not buying it."

"You're not buying it?" He repeated, mirroring your movements and standing up, making you realize how much taller he was than you. The way he was looking at you- what was it, hurt? No, it couldn't be. Anger would be more like it. 

"Is there no way of winning with you?" He asked, following you to the kitchen and placing his plate a little too roughly on the counter. "You say you don't like me because I'm rude. I try to be nice and you fucking ask me what's wrong with me? What do you want me to do, disappear?"

Now, there was no denying that Osamu was, indeed, hurt, as his face soured when you stood quiet, staring at him blankly at his question. "So you hate me this much." He muttered to himself, running his fingers through his hair. 

"I don't know why you expected me to like someone who has been nothing but rude to me since the moment we met." You shrugged, but a part of you wanted to tell him it was a lie, and despite everything that you- well, you liked him. 

The glare he sent your way was enough to make you choke on the breath you took, taking a step forward to you, close enough for you to feel dizzy with his scent.

"Well, that concludes it, I guess. This was stupid, anyway." Osamu muttered, but he was so close- so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from him, your eyes fixated on his lips, and if you just leaned forward- a few millimeters was all there was.

"What was- what was stupid?" You whispered, noticing his gaze was also wandering on your lips. Your heart suddenly started thundering in your chest, and you couldn't even ask yourself what's happening? What are you doing?

"This," Osamu breathed against your lips, his gaze so intense over you that it sent chills down your spine. He finally leaned forward, doing what you wanted but couldn't do, the word "apologizing," being the last thing you hear before you felt his lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, nothing similar to how you thought Osamu would kiss -not that you had thought on it, or so you told yourself-, this kiss was deeper, irrational, amazing. 

"Do you always apologize to people by kissing them?" You asked when he pulled back, smirking at the way your chest heave, feeling a tinge of pride at how breathless he had left you.

"Hm?" He hummed, not wiping that damn smirk off of his face, it even grew wider when he noticed you pressing your fingers on your lips, still in shock, "I don't apologize to people." 

It was true. 

No one had ever seen Osamu Miya change his opinion about something, about someone. He would never admit he was wrong yet apologize.

But here he was, standing before you -just as breathless as you were- apologizing. 

"Maybe you should apologize more." You told him with a sly smile, to which he happily complied.

~

"I wanted to make peace." He told you, sitting on the couch right beside you, refusing to look at you, though. "I've been trying to act nice for a while now, but you seem to- you don't like that."

"A while?" You repeat. "You were never nice to me!"

"I was trying." His brows furrowed at your protest. "But you always had something snarky to say, and I couldn't just stay silent, could I now?"

"But- what? You were always the one who started them!" 

"Was I?" He asked, giving you the time to think, watching your face in disbelief fall into a look of 'fuck, he's right.'

It was you who started the fights, despite thinking it was him all this time. Upon recognizing that, you started to see the times he actually was nice to you, which you had always discarded or turned a blind eye.

Biting your lip guiltily, your turned to him. "I might... owe you an apology." You muttered, very aware of how his eyes glinted, gaze falling back on your lips. "Well," he told you, smiling. "I can't disagree."

[eatsbop]

@kaasjee Breakup Fairy Taehoon just writing without thinking cause I'm normal *insert hehe*

Taehoon seriously needs to bail. Blow this pop stand. Leave. Go home. Oh my gosh, how long is this guy planning to cry over Bomi. She's not even all that. She couldn't even tell Yeonwoo herself that she wants to end their.. whatever relationship. Given, their parents just strung them together. Still! That's such an assholian move on her part, straight from planet asshole fr.

"Hey, quit it, man! I'm sure you'll find someone waaay better. Swear!"

"What would you know.." Hiccups. Coughs. Coughs. Coughs a lung out. Sobs some more. Whiny noises of grief.

Taehoon sighs. He can't even tell which were the damages he had inflicted on this nerd cause his whole face has swollen up from all the crying. What an idiot. "Well, Bomi spoke so highly of you. It's not like she hates you or you're garbage. Sometimes things.. just don't work out. That's all. You just need to find someone for you." Wow cringe.

"What's he like.."

"..eh? Who?"

"Bomi's.. boyfriend."

"Oh.."

"Is he your friend? How do you even know Bomi?"

"Hobin's my friend."

Yeonwoo sniffles. "I'm sorry.."

"What for?"

"For hitting you. Bomi can't even tell me herself because.. I really am horrible.."

Taehoon scowls. This conversation is seriously ew. What the fuck. "Nah. Sorry for hitting you too. But you did first! It was self defense!"

Yeonwoo clears his throat. "Why are you their human phone anyway? She could have just texted me?"

"Right?! Uh.. maybe she thought it was rude to do it over text." Pff whatever.

Yeonwoo nods. "You can go now. Uh.. can you deliver a message for me to Bomi too?"

"Why not just text her?"

Yeonwoo shrugs. "Please tell her I wish her the best.. and it's alright, I understand."

"Don't wanna be friends with her anymore?"

"She probably doesn't want to be friends with me?"

"I'm sure she does. You guys should talk."

"Maybe.."

"Don't go around doing stupid shit now! It's not the end of the world! I told you Bomi had nothing but good things to say about you! And hey, you're not bad looking! I mean you need an ice pack right now but you'll come around! Uh. You'd easily find someone. Bomi said you're extremely popular! And uh. Cool and stuff."

"Yet she dumped me."

"Maybe she likes lame guys." Taehoon gives him a thumb up.

Yeonwoo snorts. "I thought he's your friend."

"He's my friend no matter how lame he can be sometimes. You think I'd ditch him just cause?"

"That's sweet."

"Ew.."

"Heh. I wish I can find someone like you."

Taehoon side-eyes him. "Dude? Excuse me? In your dreams."

Yeonwoo laughs. "No! I mean- shut up."

Taehoon scoffs. "You shut up. I'm not gonna be your rebound. Ugh. You think you'd be so lucky. Okay, pay up. If you want me to deliver your message, you gotta pay. I don't do this for free."

"Seriously?"

Taehoon winks at him. "Or you can just give me your number."

[choccorettooo]

𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐘

ᴋᴇɪ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ x ᴛᴀᴅᴀꜱʜɪ ʏᴀᴍᴀɢᴜꜱʜɪ

A tragic story of which Tadashi Yamaguchi helplessly fell in love with his long time bestfriend, Kei Tsukishima.

In which, Yamaguchi suffered again and again.

Tsukishima got a girlfriend and yamaguchi would support him in every way; in their anniversaries, birthdays, and even when they are arguing, yamaguchi will try anything to solve tsukishima's problem.

He believed that even if it's just staying by his side, he can make tsukishima happy.

Not a while, they broke up. Tsukishima suffered and shut himself out of the world but yamaguchi tried to comfort him but tsukki won't let him.

At their volleyball game at Tokyo, Tsukishima met a certain guy named Kuroo Tetsurō, the Captain Ball of Nekoma Highschool Volleyball Team.

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴. 𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 𝘎𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘬𝘪. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. "

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Tsukki got a girlfriend? // 01

"Shut up, Yamaguchi."

The same old voice that i adored very much. I let out a little chuckle as i stopped talking and walked by his side. I glanced at him and smiled a bit, I stared at his pokerface more like frowning. He seems to be bored at everything and laid back but tsukishima isn't just like that. He shows passion and works hard when there's no one looking but still humble that's why I...

Fell in love with him. Those moon-like ambiance around him. Surrounded by darkness but still shining solemnly. He has short blond hair, pale skin, thin eyebrows, and and a pair of golden-brown eyes. I'm drowning with those color of his.

"Ah, Yamaguchi." He called out my name, my head unconsciously tilted as a response.

"Hm?"

"I got a girlfriend" He said casually but with a small smile on his face.

Ha?

Smiling while processing what the hell did he said?

"Pardon?? Come a-again?" My voice cracked to some extent while averting my eyes

He glanced at me, with a perplexed look.

"I told you, i just got a girlfriend." He said louder and clearer than before. I don't know anymore if my smile looked fake but I did my best to smile at him.

"Eh? The hell are you crying?"

"Ha?" I touched my cheeks and there's tears, pouring down one by one.

"Gomen, tsukki" I said while wiping off my tears

"I seem to be really happy that you already got your girlfriend now you won't be sad or lonely anymore. I thought you will never have a girlfriend" I uttered continuously and laughed at the end. He stared at me sternly with a mix of vexation i guess

"You. You think i will never have a girlfriend? Ha. Are you looking down on me? You should look out for yourself more." He mocked with a condescending smirk plastered on his face but i just laughed at him and tapped his shoulders

"Congrats, tsukki. Good job. I would be glad if you'll introduce her to me." I smiled then he just nodded his head and I stopped walking to reach out my phone

"Ah! Tsukki, my mother wants me to stop at the hypermarket right now. You can go on without me" I said as i hurriedly ran off away from him. I heard him calling out my name but I just waved my hands, ain't looking back.

Panting and in front of the market, I looked at my phone again.

No new messages

Gomen, tsukki. I lied.

I went straight to the bathroom and entered a cubicle as i sat on the corner, hugging my knees.

What can i do? This is the only thing I can do. To cry my heart out.

As long as I'm standing by your side // 02

"Goodmorning, Tsukki"

I started my day with a warm casual greet to tsukki. We are about to go to our school, same scenario walking with him. He just nodded and wore his headphone and walked straight.

"Ah tsukki, can you help me with my science project later?" I asked but no response. Ah! I forgot, he's wearing his headphone

I tapped his shoulder and drew myself closer to him.

"Tsukki?"

I gasped when he held my hands to stop my tapping from his shoulders

"What do you thing you're doin?" He asked sternly as he crunches his brows.

I took back my hand and scratched the back of my head while averting my eyes, then bashfullness started to swirl inside of me. He touched my hands.

"I a-asked you if you could help me with my science project later"

He shifted a part of his headphone so he can listen to me and stared at me, I can feel the heatness gushing on my cheeks.

"Oh. I can't. I promised Hanami, my girlfriend, that we would hang out after school." He said emphasizing the word 'girlfriend' with a smug look in his face.

I just chuckled and looked away.

"Right girlfriend. I wish I had one too. I'm lonely. Don't you forget me." I joked following with a bitter chuckle

"Oh please. Shut up, Yamaguchi" He let out a small laugh as he put both his hands in his pocket.

"So when is your project's deadline?" He asked.

"Tomorrow. I don't what to do." A tired sigh came out of my mouth and my lips are almost pouting.

"Fine. Just hang out with us, you'll meet my girlfriend and I'll help you with your project. What a drag but hitting two birds with one stone." He smirked a little.

"W-wh-what?!" I clamoured out of shock.

"Why are you even shouting? You told me, you want to meet her." He said irritatedly

"I know but it's so sudden." I looked at the ground, hiding my face.

He looked confused but he just shrugged it off.

"So see ya later. I gotta go to the second floor first. Meet me on the gate after school." And then he left me dumbfounded before I say anything.

After School

Walking back and forth, chest filled with nervousness.

What should I do? What should I do? I feel so embarrassed

What should I say to her? Thanks to you, you ruined my lovelife?

What if tsukki wants to be with her alone?

What if he finds me really annoying?

"Yamaguchi." A familiar voice called my name as I turn around and tried to smile but it vanished as I saw him with her girlfriend, holding hands.

"Tsukki." I smiled once again and waved my hand to his girlfriend.

"So this is Hanami, a 2nd year. My girlfriend." A short introduction from tsukki, she smiled and bowed her head. A girl with a long silky straight dark brown hair, a soft features embodiment. She's also quite tall but cute. Tsukishima's ideal type.

I smiled and bowed my head as well.

"I'm Yamaguchi, 3rd year and tsukki's childhood friend. You really are beautiful." I said consciously and smiled to her sweetly.

"Enough. Let's go." Tsukishima uttered and started walking off.

At the Cafe

We started to talked about random things or how did they get to know each other and stuffs.

We ordered some coffees and bread. After a while, Hanami seems bored.

While we, tsukishima and I are making some progress on my project, she just sat and tapped on his phone.

"Waa. Senpai senpai. Look, BST is coming to Japan. I badly want to go thereee." She clamoured joyfully while clinging on tsukishima's arm. He smiled a bit and patted his head

"Yeah but I'm currently working on my thesis, I can't buy tickets on weekends." He said with a sorry face but not much pleading.

"But-" Hanami's pout really disheartened tsukishima but I can't let his grade to be ruined.

I raised my hand and smiled with nervousness.

"Since I think i can finish this project before weekend so I can buy you guys ticket." I smiled as i offered them help.

"waaaaa yamaguchiii senpaiii, life savior!" Hanami's held my hand because of excitement. I just chuckled and I saw tsukishima mouthed to me the word 'thank you' and smiled.

"haha, no problem" I said while averting my eyes.

They talked and talked. They really seem happy. Tsukishima seemed happy.

I need to be happy for him as well but the throbbing pain inside of me really neglects my emotion.

Seeing them happy, makes me really sad.

I should be the first one to be happy for him because i am his bestfriend. Gomen, tsukki for feeling this way.

They looked at me, and i gave them a smile.

It's alright. Tsukki's happy.

Please anticipate for the part 3 and more!!!( ◜‿◝ )♡

[ducknotinarow]

richard 💙- A sad memory that makes them cry

:'D I know you liked Zane so this one specifically got more ;3;))

Richard rolled his eyes leaning back against the door frame of his brothers room then looked down a moment. "You can go right?"

One day a year Richard really perfered to be alone. Usually he Flys out back home for it, not matter though he dose nothing that day. No work not dating. Nothing. He might as well be considered this time every year wanting to hide away just to mourn. The anniversary of his brothers death.

---

Zane whistled impressed as he looked over the invitation to Richards high school graduation. "Well look at this my boy is growing up" Zane teased towards his brother. "Gonna wear all those cords for all the honors you got and such. Hmm seems I beat you by two though" Zane mentioned a hint of that old rivalry between them in his words.

"Uh duh you think I missed this?" Zane smiled, as he walked over and neatly placed the invite on his dresser. "Gotta see my little asshole brother give his big speech to everyone maybe you'll even get nervous."

"You were the valedictorian for your class too?" Richard argued with.

"Well yeah but that freaked me out, having all those eyes on me everyone hanging on every word that came out of my mouth." He paused and looked at Richard "You're looking forward that aren't you?" Richard just smirked in response "God your ego is getting worse as you get older, careful your head might get to big and you'll fall over your pedestool."

Richard just laughed a bit at the remark, eh his ego was pretty bad he knew that. Richard left the door way finally and walked into his brothers room, gently tapping his brothers arm getting Zane to look at him. Zane first to speak though.

"You're really not gonna get a class ring though?"

"What the point? It's kind of stupid and they are so...gaudy" Richard answered.

"Excuse you mine is elegant" Zane said holding his hand up a moment to show it off, when he got an idea and pulled it off "here wear mine and you'll see how nice it is, gotta go all out this is a major deal and you should enjoy every part of it even the stupid ones."

Richard just shrugged and took the ring looking it over a moment he didn’t get it still but he slipped it on.

Graduation days are often a day for celebration the moment your childhood is ending and your taking first steps into adulthood. In sense Richard did get that same effect losing a toe to his childhood as he had to face adulthood with out it. Loved ones often there to share in the moment and classmates as well. Richard really only cared that Zane would be there for him, Zane didn't make it though. No one in Richards family went. Woken by the sudden news that Zane had been in an accident shook Richard to his soul.

Sliding against his bothers bed room door after locking it. As he sat on the floor, head tipped back against the door as he just stared at the room. He just. Needed evidence of Zanes existence. Richard couldn't get his head around what he was told.

No matter how many times he tried he couldn't get himself to understand how those words were true. Zane was just here, teasing him being a jerk, calling Richard out for his ego and looking so happy....so alive. Thst was actually awhile ago...

Zane was dead.

Zane was dead.

Zane was dead.

Richard vision was blurring by tears that hadn't stopped since the news got to him. Body trembling as he tried holding back the sobs. No matter how long Richard waited now Zane wouldn't be coming through the door and changing the tone of the house with just his existence. No matter how down Richard was feelings, Zane wouldn't be popping up at the right time and making him smile even when he didn't want too. No matter how excited Richard would be about a new coffee trend going on Zane wouldn't be around for him to drag off and try it with him. Richard reached up and covered his beak muffling his sobs that were struggling to flood out of him.

How could Zane be dead?

He wasn't a stupid kid he knew what death meant and was. But he hadn't lost anyone who he was close to...till now.

It fucking hurt.

Richard felt like his heart was shattering, needing both hands to hold over his beak now. Closing his eyes tight trying to make the tears stop. He just wanted everything to stop. God it hurts so badly. Drawing his knees up to his chest.

He hated how bright it was outside, how cheerful the birds were chirping. How everyone else in the area was going on about their life's. It should be raining, it should be quite. 

Zane shouldn't be dead.

They should be messing up Richards hair right now after the ceremony ended and laughing and teasing Richard for enjoying all the eyes on him when speaking. Their parents annoyed at them for being uncouth at the overly formal event.

Richard didn’t know, he didn't know Zane had a drinking issue. God he should have known. Zane never said anything...no maybe Richard did know but wanted to believe the lies Zane kept telling. All the time he smelled it on his breath first thing in the morning. The slurring in his speech randomly. The overly extra pep in his actions, like he was trying to act as his usual self. 

Richard started to curl into himself, resting his forehead on his knees. He wanted to hide, if he could withdrawal from it then he didn’t have to accept it!  

He just wanted Zane to come back.

He felt like at any moment he'd poped up and apologize for being late. Richard waited, if he waited long enough Zane would knock on the door asking why it was locked.

That wasn't going to happen....Richard knew that no matter how much he imagie it, it wasn't going to just suddenly bring Zane back. Richard dropped his hands off his beak and warpped his arms around his legs. Finally letting the sobs free.

The crying wasn't pretty, the sounds were ugly. But it matched the pain in his chest. Pulling a hand back to grab in to his shirt because it just hurt so badly there. Stopping a moment to tilt his head down, he was wearing Zanes ring. He forgot all about it.

How was Richard suppose to go on with out his brother. The only good person in this god damn awful family.....he never got to tell him how much it would mean to have his brother there. How much it matter to Richard that Zane was Zane. Annoying him, lighting his mood, supporting his odd interests....

A constant reminder as Richard would succeed in his goal, make new milestones, slowly forget his brothers voice and laugh. Always a slight heaviness carried as he tried keeping Zane with him best he could and try to be the person Zane thought he could be....it was so stupid he was his brother but Richard looked up to Zane as much more. He was much more a parent to Richard than Thomas and Meldoy ever would or could be. He just wants to be a man Zane would be proud of.

Richard cried till his voice went horse, till his tears stung aginst his eyes, till his body grew weak and tired and soon fell asleep. Cruled up against the door.. Surrounded by the only things that proved Zane had been around in the first place. The hurt never really faded, it was one thing to hear he was dead accepting it was just more so.

Because every memory of his later brother made him cry or feel the need to. Every moment he shared with his brother from eating conchas on chilly winter mornings together only for Zane to pour all his hot coco over it. Gross. From the more serious ones like coming out to Zane. Or the stupid ones when Zane used all of Richard's eye liner to give him self dark circles around his eyes.

[luffysmeat]

More artist [Name]-san to clean our souls! 💕 I hope you enjoy this! I'm sorry for the long wait! And I'm also sorry because I'm gonna make headcanons instead of scenarios! I hope you don't mind too much! (This one got a bit longer than expected! Sorry for the spam!)

Kidd

It's hard to be an artist.

You always have the need to draw certain people or certain objects because they are appealing to your eyes.

One of those certain people is none other than your captain: Eustass Kidd.

Kidd is fierce. You know that. Even as a lover he's rather the violent, possessive and dominant type.

People usually try to stay away from him, always scowling and looking as he's about to murder the neext person that looks at him.

But, even when you know that, to you... He's a masterpiece.

Your fingers always itch to make a painting or even just a quick drawing of him, from the very first moment you ever land an eye on him.

You can easily ask him, really, but knowing him, he'd say no and that would upset you quite a lot... So you don't risk it, even though...

"You're staring again." ... You always find yourself doing exactly that, staring at him and being exposed by Killer.

You can't really blame yourself. The mere existence of Kidd is enough to have you wanting make a painting of him, so now that he's working out right in front of you... It's really hard not to stare.

His muscles tensing and stretching with each of his movements as he beares his teeth a bit, growling softly, reaching his limit already. He's covered in a thin layer of sweat and, really, who the heck allowed him to work out shirtless?

"For God's sake, you are staring again."

You can't help but laugh, your cheeks burning bright red. "I'm sorry. I really, really want to draw him."

"Don't you have thousands of drawings?"

"I do, but they're just quick sketches, I want to make a painting... Do you think he'd be happy to know that?"

Killer hums, looking at his captain who's suddenly screaming to a poor guy that stepped too close to him while he was doing push-ups.

"No," he simply says and you bark out a laugh, flushing when Kidd looks up at you with narrowed eyes.

Maybe he's right...

However, later that day, when everyone settled down to their respective quarters and you sneaked into the captain's chambers claiming that you were cold, (not after he growled and scolded you while be opened the door for you and threw like three covers to the bed), you thought that it was the time to actually ask him!

So, as you watched him sitting in front of his desk, ("warm yourself up! I gotta finish this first!"), checking on some reports... You know that you really love your lover...

From his protective and fierce side to his always-angry-face, however, you loved him in this state even more: his features relaxed as he reads down on some documents, his hair down and his head free of those goggles of his. He's even wearing a simple long sleeved shirt that wraps around his muscles, his reading glasses sitting gracefully on the bridge of his nose.

He looks ethereal and you immediately reach down for your drawing materials, (which you keep in the last drawer of his bedside table), and place yourself in bed.

"Captain?"

"Hmm?" His hum sounds more like a growl and you laugh.

"Captain, can I make a painting of you?"

He looks up at you, his eyes squinting, "what?"

"I'm sure you heard me."

"I heard you," he snaps back. "But I'm asking why are you such an idiot." You laugh at his words.

"Don't be scared, captain. You'll look even better in my painting."

"Scared?! Who is scared? And even better, is that even possible?" You roll your eyes. "Do whatever you want. I don't care and stop talking, I'm busy right now."

"Is that a yes?"

"[Name]..."

"Thank you captain!" You giggle, quickly pulling out everything, from pencils to brushes and acrylics; placing everything on the bed as carefully as you can. "I know," you say, hearing him open his mouth to speak. "You'll snap my neck if I mess up with your precious bed."

He growls again, but he refrains from saying anything else, coming back to his report.

You don't say anything else, either, as you place the sketchbook into your lap and as soon as you find a clean sheet, you start to trace his form with a light pencil, sketching him easily, thanks to all the practice. Your eyes do not linger on his body, you know by memory each curve, dip and sharp bone on his body.

So it doesn't take long before you start with the actual painting, brushing on your canvas quickly and not noticing that Kidd was looking at you with the softest of looks he can even master.

He makes sure to quickly look down at his paperwork when you look up at him, frowning and pursing his lips a bit.

After a few minutes, he's too engrossed in his work and you are aswell, so when the clock marks 2 am and his back already feels stiff and his eyeslids heavy, he's ready to call it a day and wrap up his work to finally lay down in bed... But he sees you there...

"Oi, I want to sleep already, how much time is gonna-

"I'm done!" You say excitedly, there are actual tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You really did it! You really made a painting of Eustass Kidd! What a nice moment to be al-

"Let me see it."

"E-Eh?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Let me see it, you said I'd look better in your painting that in real life, so let me see how good I look."

Now maybe you have a big mouth, it's true that the painting was good... But Kidd couldn't get any more good-looking... Is not natural... You show him, regardless and he's speechless.

"It's..." He says, getting up from his chair and walking towards you, snatching the painting out of your hands. He studies it carefully, his eyes are wide and his mouth slightly open. "It's..." He looks at you and bites down his tongue, you are looking at him with such a gleam in your eyes! Stop! "It's... Not bad."

"Aah! Really? Do you like it? You can't keep it!"

"Like it? I've seen better! I'm sure you can improve! Unbelievable! You were bragging all around and..." He slowly shuts his mouth as he actually looks for a place to put the drawing. It end ups in a drawer on his desk... A drawer that he very much use it all the time.

That's more than you can ask from Kidd. "I'm glad you liked it, captain."

"... Move, let's sleep now. I'll kill you if you still the blankets."

Killer

He loves looking at you while you are drawing.

He has told you plenty of times that he loves how lovely you look and how adorable are certain things that you unconsciously do when you are too focused.

He has also asked you plenty of times if he can see your art and you answer is always the same:

"O-oh, it's not that great!"

With that little stuttering and all, but he knows you are is great because you do sometimes share a drawing of painting to him.

But you really don't want to show him the rest of your art because... He's in most of it!

He's there eating, training, fighting, even just breathing! You are just too embarrassed to actually show him that!

What if he thinks you are stalking him? ... Even though he's your lover is still very embarrassing.

The less he knows, the better... However, one night when you got quite a few drinks on you and he was taking you back to your room, you just couldn't keep your mouth shut.

"I love you," you say over and over again as he walked you to the room and placed you in bed.

"I love you too."

"And you are very hot." That caught him a bit off guard as he tried to pull your hair in a bun. "That's why I can't stop drawing you."

"... What?"

You giggle like a maniac. "That's the reason I don't let you look at my drawings! They're all you! Every single one."

He's blushing juuust a bit as he puts his mask off. "Every single one?"

"Mhmm," you nod. "Every single one... I actually want to make a painting of you!"

"... Do it."

"Really?" He nods and you smile widely. "Then I will... But right now I'm sleepy, so goodnight, I love you see you..."

You fell asleep in seconds, losing a small smile on Killer's lips and a kiss on your forehead.

But that's okay because you are way too embarrassed the next morning.

You actually just exposed yourself while drunk, huh? Great! Just great, now he will think that You-

And then you remember, he actually said you could make a painting of him!

You look at your side, Killer is still asleep, so you silently gather all your art stuff and get to work immediately.

You don't feel time passing until Killer started to wake up, groaning softly like he always does and making you giggle.

He looks at you right away, surprised to see you up, sitting on the bed. "Morning. Why are you awake? How are you feeling?"

You smile at him. "Good morning. I'm good, thank you for taking care of me. And I was... Just finishing your painting."

He wakes up fully right away and sits up, looking at you with slightly wide eyes. You giggle, placing a hand on his cheek. "You are so beautiful. Thank you for letting me do this."

He leans in your touch and nods as you lend him the still fresh painting. He widens his eyes slightly.

"This is..."

"You looked so paceful, I couldn't resist painting you like this. I... Wanted a painting of you without your mask, though, I'm sorry."

He looks at the painting for minutes before he finally puts it down and and holds you between his arms.

"Thank you. I love it. I'll keep it forever."

You smile widely, embracing him back. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Oh, let me clean this up, I'm gonna ruin the sheets aga- oh, nevermind."

He laughs and you feel in heaven.

Baby 5

"Are you drawing again, [Name]?"

You jump out of your skin, quickly closing the sketch book in front of you.

"B-Baby 5-san, you scared me."

Baby 5 squeaks and apologizes like crazy, nearly crying in the spot.

"A-ah! It's fine! It's fine! It's not your fault!" You chuckle, holding her hands between yours. "I am not angry," you say smiling at her.

She lets out a long sigh, holding your hands back. "W-what are you drawing so focused?" She asks shyly, widening her eyes when your cheeks turn bright red. "Oh?"

"It's- it's nothing bad! It's just... It's just..." You let go of her hands to cover your face. "I really want to draw Baby 5-san... But I'm not sure if-

"You- y-y-y-y-you want to draw me?" She grabs your shoulders, shaking you a bit.

"Y-Yeah, Baby 5-san is really beautiful and I want to make a painting... For you..."

Baby 5 looks at you for like one second before she actually starts crying, hugging you tightly. "B-Baby 5-san, don't cry please! Did I upset you?" You hug her back, but she grabs you by the shoulder again, shaking you until you feel dizzy.

"Y-You didn't upset me! I'm happy! Stop being so stupid! But you are not stupid! I'm sorry for saying that!" You hold her back, trying to stop her shaking you as you giggle.

"Then, is that a yes? Can I make a painting of you?"

"Yes, you can! Dammit!"

You really don't ask her to make any pose for you, you only need to see her around and about to catch all of figure.

She gets a bit nervous, though, because you are following her around and also get a bit worried because she sees you holding all of your stuff everywhere you go.

She cries a bit when you accidentally let one of your acrylics fall, messing up the floor.

"I've finished," you say that night when both of you are back into your quarters. "It's still a bit fresh, so please be careful with your fingers- Oh," you whisper, hiding the painting behind your back. "D-Do you want to look at it?"

"What? Yes, of course I want to!"

You smile shyly at her, and slowly show your painting.

She cries and you laugh a bit.

"Now now, you've been crying a lot today. Is it that bad, Baby 5-san?"

She hits your arm, making you laugh. "Don't be silly! I love it! It's... It's so pretty! No one has... Has ever made something like this for me. I- I-

You hug her tightly, kissing her cheek. "You are my beautiful girlfriend, of course I would make something just as beautiful as you. I love you."

She sobs and leans in to kiss you. You hum, holding her face between your hands as you kiss her back.

Lola

"Lo-Lola-san!" You giggle, trapped between her arms as she covers your face with kisses. "S-stop!" Your cheeks are bright red, Lola only squeezing you tighter in her embrace.

"What do you mean stop?" She asks, actually stopping to look at you. "You expect me to just sit there and say 'okay' when you ask me to make a painting of me?! Impossible!"

"I-If you are kissing me like this, I will not be able to actually do the painting!" She hums, kissing you one more time before she lets go of you.

"After you are finished with the painting, please marry me, [Name]," she says seriously, holding your hand between hers.

You giggle shyly. "I already said that I will marry you, now let me get my stuff ready, okay?"

Lola is usually very composed, but, as soon as you asked her if you could make a painting of her, she nearly cried, screaming and throwing hearts and flowers everywhere and even using that funny voice of hers when she feels too "enamored".

"How should I pose for you, [Name]?"

"I heard you saying that you have to take care of some paperwork, you can do that while I work on your painting!"

You laugh nearly all your painting session.

Everytime you look up at Lola, she's in a different pose, each pose more dramatic than the last.

She even asks you to stop laughing because "you're gonna ruin my painting, [Name]!"

"I will not ruin it if you stop doing such poses!"

She eventually stopped, not because she wanted to, but because she got a bit occupied with her paperwork.

Now that your laughter died on, you worked faster and in a couple of hours, you were sighing and stretching your arms up.

"Lola-san, I've finished!"

She literally jumps out of her seat and runs to you in a blink of an eye.

She gasps as she looks at the painting. She's not sitting just sitting formally in front of her desk, she is actually in one of her silly poses, showing her big smile and the warm eyes he looks at you with, her cheeks flushed slightly and it's just-

"[Name], it's beautiful!"

"That's because you are beautiful, Lola-san!" She looks at you with teary eyes. "You are the one in the painting, so of course it is beautiful, just like you!"

She lets out a cry and wraps you in another tight hug, even lifting you a bit.

"Thank you, [Name]! I love you so much!" She cries as she gives you another round of endless kisses.

"I love you too, Lola-san!" You answer giggling and hugging her just as tight.

[punkscowardschampions]

Fearghal & Tess & Katya

Fearghal: [Notes in detention, let's say he's there today 'cos some teacher was a patronizing dickhead and he told 'em to do one and then did himself] Tess: [we all know she was brawling but let's assume something/someone stopped her at the start of it cos she has no chill rn and they'd be dead] Fearghal: Hey up Tess: g'wed Fearghal: what you in for Tess: [draws a spoon because that means to make a mistake in scouse but with a hand gripping the handle because 'gripped' is caught] Fearghal: [draws an eye on the spoon] Tess: [when you're amused af but you can't show it because such is life so you just draw a big ? like what do you want] Fearghal: you not in year 11? Tess: [cross out the 1 and write a 0] Fearghal: [draws a smiley in the 0 so it looks like an E and does his own question mark] Tess: [writes however much that'd cost back then because idk] Fearghal: sound Fearghal: what's your name then Tess: [draws a _ like fill in anything you like] not gonna fuck you whatever you call me Fearghal: [does a lol and gets told to shut up] Fearghal: alright, blondie it is Tess: [makes a 😒 face at him] bleach ain't only a pure boss bevvy Fearghal: [huge grins back like] Fearghal: so you're smart and all Tess: [🖕 because does she care if the teacher sees not really but 😏 because try and keep some customers babe] Tess: can count the spends you owe if you're deciding you'll leg it Fearghal: [does 'dagger through my heart' act] Fearghal: not do that, you know where I live, babe Tess: if you wanna call it living, irish Fearghal: Living it up in Heswall are ya? I'll pop in for tea when I'm in the area meself Tess: you a scuffer with a baby face? [draws a baby policeman with an irish flag] Fearghal: get fucked am I Fearghal: new one, give you credit there Tess: ask a lotta geg questions, new lad, bit rem if you ain't earning from it Fearghal: Shit, don't tell Donovan he's right Fearghal: really can't read Tess: [is again so amused on the low but] do less drugs Tess: learn more scouse Fearghal: must be your main gig Fearghal: teach me then, blondie Tess: your gary orders are properly keeping my leccy on, yeah [draws a 💡 with a smiley face] Fearghal: better teacher than this lot but that ain't saying fuck all but I reckon I'd learn a thing or two if you were up there instead Fearghal: [throws paperball at board for emphasis and then has to go put it in the bin like 😏] Tess: whatever your meff mates in year 11 have said, they didn't learn or catch nothing off me Fearghal: [when he's back in his seat] Fearghal: I ain't got any blondie, you're alright Tess: [draws him a medal] made up for yous Fearghal: [makes it have a sad face] shouldn't be Tess: [crosses it out like I take it back then] Fearghal: [draws a heart] Tess: [rips up that page deliberately slowly like fuck you] Tess: giz us the £ and garry can show his face Fearghal: [laughs again like sh you have such a loud laugh but not bothered and neither is this teacher lowkey so] Fearghal: at the end, not necking it now, babe Tess: [draws a broken heart with garry written in it] Tess: call me babe again and you ain't getting it Fearghal: [crosses it out] Tess: not as rem as your face would have you look Fearghal: s'okay, I know I'm cute, blondie Tess: stop listening to your ma, irish, she's feeding you lies with the scran Fearghal: don't think it's in her vocabulary or recipe book Fearghal: [crosses out garry and writes his own name] Tess: how am I meant to say that? barely read it Fearghal: want me to teach you Fearghal: gave me the scouse 101 for free Tess: point you in the direction of a girl that'll work on, is right Fearghal: you're a pal Tess: friendly neighbourhood dealer Fearghal: [draws a really crap spiderman] Tess: gonna tat that on me, full credit to yous Fearghal: it is my look too so tah for that Tess: [looks at him like she genuinely hasn't noticed cos lowkey never looks at people if she can help it] Fearghal: [lifts his sleeves where necessary like hiya] Tess: [🙄 but she hasn't looked away so] Fearghal: and that's just the safe for school ones, jailbait Tess: [puts her hand up and is like sir this boy is flirting with me cos she knows he won't actually do anything but she's like um shut up fearghal] Fearghal: [always loling] Tess: try downers Fearghal: what would the chef recommend Tess: I'm not a walking menu Tess: how full's your wallet? Fearghal: not that full Fearghal: but my gaff is shit enough to make me [sad face] Tess: [draws a him with that sad face at a lemonade stand because lemonade is slang for shit drugs I don't think it's scouse but I'm still doing it] Fearghal: [draws a stickman teacher pissing in his cup] Tess: [😏 before she can help it, let's hope her hair is covering her face enough] Fearghal: [draws a landline phone] 123 what's the time and how long we got left Tess: [draws a clock with the time on as it is now and another one with the time they are allowed to leave as if she's challenging him to be able to tell time lol] Fearghal: not flirting with you or nothing but you got the glasses and pencil skirt or have I gotta fork out for them too Tess: [crosses them both out cos she doesn't have either of course and underlines the fork out bit like unlucky] Fearghal: tell all me mates your well expensive, fairplay Tess: tell 'em I ain't for sale and you won't get wrecked Fearghal: sure, lemme hit 'em with my next note Fearghal: [throws it at an empty desk like sup lads] Tess: [draws some ghost 90s fuckboys because amused again] Fearghal: [gives 'em stereotypical scouse names like idk, all of the beatles etc] Fearghal: bessie mates, right Tess: stay close to george, the rest are cunts Fearghal: looking out for me so you can do me in yourself Tess: need you to keep the wolves from my door, irish Tess: dead hero's no use Fearghal: so tell me Fearghal: which one am I, spidey Tess: [shrugs but we all know she's a massive nerd] Fearghal: take superman then Fearghal: 'least draw me the S and I'll see if I've got room on me chest Tess: [draws it at him in the air like] Fearghal: [catches it and thumps on his chest like sorted] Tess: [🙄] Fearghal: [draws a crossed-eyed face with glasses and the teacher bun] Tess: [puts a knife in her hand cos very subtle warning there] Fearghal: [draws target on his back] Tess: [😏] Fearghal: what parties are you hitting tonight Tess: every one Fearghal: busy [🐝] Tess: patronising [drawing of a slug because there isn't an emoji how rude] Fearghal: can put the salt away, meant it, honey [🍯💘] Tess: call me honey again and I'll stab you Fearghal: strangeways, here we come Tess: morgue for yous Fearghal: wish it were a promise, blondie Tess: it is, not a soft lad, i don't only put the tip in, like Fearghal: [puts his hand up like sir this girl is flirting with me] Tess: you wish Fearghal: [does daydream bubble above his cartoon head and sighs IRL so wistfully and dramatically] Tess: [writes I'm a doss cunt in the bubble and makes him be crying] Fearghal: awh, well how'd you know Tess: [points to her eyes like I've got them and use them] Fearghal: pretty Tess: [when you cross it out so dramatically cos you're fuming now because 1. we can all imagine the shit josh used to say 2. she's not allowed to live that way 3. thinks he's just flirting with her like the rest cos she's easy] Tess: fuck off Fearghal: [a bit like ?! but has the decency to hide it like shrugging like alright] Tess: [moody silence be like because can't look at him cos then eye contact and don't think about my eyes please] Fearghal: is charlie coming tonight too Fearghal: [coke] Tess: Yeah Fearghal: y'know what time? Fearghal: [price] Tess: [again idk but let's say she writes it there for him obvs] Fearghal: [does thumbs up when he can catch her eye for a sec] Tess: [nods to show that she saw it but those eyes are dead honey] Fearghal: what do you reckon he peps his coffee up with then [gesturing at the teacher who's so out of it] Tess: scotch [draws a 👃 like figured that out ages ago bye] Tess: teacher's highland cream if he had jokes Fearghal: you're funny even if he ain't Fearghal: not giving him that much credit personally, least that's an actual drink Fearghal: I reckon it's straight paint thinner vodka in that black coffee Tess: he likes to actually drink, irish he's not woman having a midlife crisis Tess: that was his wife Fearghal: so it ain't her red wine leftovers in there Tess: it'd be turned to vinegar Fearghal: [draws broken heart] Fearghal: bless him Tess: you sound like you're a woman having a midlife crisis Fearghal: ugly bitch if I am Tess: sound not look, bitch Fearghal: I get it Fearghal: older women are hot Tess: [crosses it out like no thank you] Fearghal: [draws himself with long hair crying] Tess: [starts putting her hand up again but puts it down immediately cos just for the bants] Fearghal: [is 😏] Fearghal: you'd know if I was Fearghal: reps anything to go by Tess: [draws an arrow to the older women are hot comment even though she put a line through it let's say it's still readable and a 💔 next to it] Tess: too young for you Fearghal: you're gutted Tess: [goes over and over the 💔 until it's really dark and emphasised like yeah obvs] Fearghal: eh carve it on the desk so i know its real, blondie Tess: [does because give a shit] Fearghal: [beats whatever is probably written about them in the bathrooms etc] Tess: [taking a sec to deal with her other notes/drug deals while the teacher is drunkenly asleep like] Tess: carve it into his head so i know it's real, fearghal Fearghal: [the rest of y'all better keep your chill enough so he can get it done then you can all run out early tah, 'DOSS CUNT' is the way to go obvs] Tess: [is so 😏 not fake rn at all] Tess: [people be following her like she's the pied piper cos deals to be done] Fearghal: [goes off like he ain't gonna stay but is actually just going for a piss or whatever so the crowd dies down a bit] Tess: [when you're waiting because you need the cash but it looks like you're shamelessly waiting for him] Fearghal: [walks back when the last kid is leaving and makes a face like 'looks like you'd make lots offa him'] Tess: [giving nothing away by your face because in work mode] Fearghal: [when you sit down on a step, wherever and get out a pouch of baccy and a rizla and start rolling 'cos conflicted 'cos got your own shit you have to save for here but also clearly need to get fucked up atm so- but you offer her the first one 'may as well'] Tess: [gives him a death stare like fuck you I can roll my own and probs better than you but still takes it but deliberately doesn't sit cos gotta keep that distance, blowing smoke like you're so furious he's being a time waster when we all know it's good to take a sec actually] Fearghal: [gives an amused little half-laugh on the exhale of his own smoke at her display 'can't charge me for time, still have 20 minutes in there if it weren't for me, blondie' shrugs] Tess: [just got the 🚬 in your mouth so you can pick at the bitten skin around your nails like it's not sore enough already and pretend like he doesn't exist to you] Fearghal: [just whistling to yourself 'cos you can't do silence] Tess: [when you lowkey kick him like shut up omg because can't pretend he's not there if he won't let you and to remind him you still are like are we doing this deal or nah] Fearghal: [slides the cash over to her on the floor like there you go] Tess: [hands him them droogs after she's picked up and counted the cash of course but she's written her name for him on whatever they're in like there you go 'nickname can go die on it's arse now' but we all know she'd die if he called her by her name actually] Fearghal: [breathes out like really? when he sees her name 'cos coincidences everywhere and shakes his head like 'fuck sake' and a little lol 'as long as you don't stab me for it, I'll stick with Blondie, tah'] Tess: [another death stare because what's wrong with my name fuck you and also so glad I bothered telling you then but crosses her name out like it's so casual which makes me lol cos it looks like she's gonna take her drugs back like none for you bye] Fearghal: [just getting up to either get his drugs or money back but still more bemused than mad, like 'nothing personal, babe'] Tess: [shoves his drugs back at him because don't call me babe] Fearghal: [does a cross over his mouth like whoops and pockets the droogs 'tah'] Tess: [just 🚬 like because as he said nowhere to be yet] Fearghal: [when you're just in your thoughts but trying not to be so you gotta lowkey make smalltalk 'you always lived here?'] Tess: ['the accent's not jarg, irish, is yours?' why is that the word for fake okay then] Fearghal: [can just about follow that one lol 'yeah, reckon it'd make me dead popular, nothing like fitting in' gestures at himself up and down with a grin 'cos does not in any way] Tess: [looks him up and down like 😒 don't protest too much babe 'heard you ain't had no issue finding holes to fit yourself in' cos that milf rumor popping off] Fearghal: ['careful, indifference gets to sounding like jealousy if you shout about it' but shrugs like and what?] Tess: [laughs in a way that would be so much like a fuck you 'proper scouse 101, say a cunt's still got a ma and da under one roof, don't come and fuck that ma under the same, however boss she looks in a nightie and slippers'] Fearghal: [makes a face that's so fake shook 'Well now you tell me, Blondie- No bother, 'cos if I can get in, s'the family that's already broken, not the door, give a fuck if some soft lad-' mimics her accent for that bit- 'and his da are gonna cry about it, his mum weren't'] Tess: [shrugs because lbr if that lad was gonna do anything or his dad they already would have and she's done her bit by 'warning' him for next time] Fearghal: [flicks his ash away and coughs 'if they seem desperate to get caught themselves, I'll reconsider next time, maybe'] Tess: ['it's your life, babe' mimics his accent for the babe because have to if he did it first] Fearghal: [nods like 😏 'nah fairplay my accent is well fit'] Tess: [the most disgusted face she can do and still be serious] Fearghal: [just laughing always 'alright then blondie, see you later'] Tess: [nods because inevitably] Fearghal: [time skip to a party] Tess: [girl be working hard drinking some horrible 90s energy drink that's probably worse for you than drugs because much to do] Fearghal: [can only imagine how gone he and Katya are] Tess: [everyone but her lowkey how bored she'd be] Fearghal: [s'not a mood but this party wouldn't really be anyway we all know it Tess: [story of their lives] Katya: [gonna be looking ravey af, the glitter and neon paint would be so real, coming up like 'hello' like you're already mates] Tess: [when she'd be shook because nobody says hello to her ever but covering it well of course and just giving her a look like what do you want because there's only one reason she's here] Katya: ['You look very bored'] Tess: [has to stop herself from loling because caught off guard again as that wasn't what she expected her to say but just looks at her like let me sell you some drugs and then I'll have something to do] Katya: [looks at her and raises an eyebrow like, I don't buy my own drugs 'Would you like something else to drink?'] Tess: [is conflicted af because obviously would because this party is boring af but like is also working and also we know the state of her father and also doesn't like owing people things which reminds her that she owes Fearghal a smoke so she's like 'where's the irish lad?' because thinks they are fucking/know each other better than they do] Katya: [has a look round genuinely like idk let's see but clearly can't see him or she would've babe, rolls eyes but affectionately 'must be upstairs'] Tess: [shrugs like it's so casual but goes to get a real drink cos fuck it] Katya: [is like 'hey!' 'cos she was gonna get it but smiles and stays put 'cos not gonna follow her that hard] Tess: [is probably ages cos getting waylaid by punters but comes back to stand where she was cos Katya is less annoying than the other dickheads here] Katya: [has just been grooving, with lads she wanna, avoiding the ones she don't like 'scuse me, in that vain running up to Tess and being like 'save me' in her ear so this particular one takes the hint] Tess: [death stares whoever it is like off you fuck now cos you don't wanna start shit with her boy] Katya: [shrugs at him like whoops sorry but is 😏 so evidently not 'Мудак' (Mu-dak, specifically for dudes) as she turns back to Tess, shaking her head] Fearghal: [suddenly popping back up like 'Dunno what you just called me but don't reckon I deserve it, like'] Tess: [is also 😏 because amused by Katya's antics anyway but have to keep the expression on around Fearghal of course and puts a 🚬 in his hand immediately like] Fearghal: [looks at it then at her like confusion 'cos high but then 💡 and nods her way like oh yeah, cheers and puts it behind his ear for later and puts an arm around Katya who is squishing his face like 'never!'] Tess: [when they are nothing like Josh or Summer but it reminds her of having friends so she wants to die just drinking too fast like] Fearghal: [the mood so neither of them is gonna call her out on it even though they see it, Fearghal specifically looking at her like 'Celebrating?' and a face like same 'cos doesn't need saying that obvs not but Katya raising whatever she's got like 'Ha За здоровье!'] Tess: [when she just ignores him and cheers Katya with whatever you're drinking as like I'll be off now but then she sees that the gruesome twosome are here and straight up freezes] Fearghal: [when you both look and are both 😒 like eurgh 'cos wouldn't fuck with either of them as is and like everyone knows who they are in relation to Tess so get why she's reacted like that, so he goes off to get more drinks having to go past them like 'scuse me dickheads and Katya turning her back so Tess can stand her ground and not but still look like they having an in-depth convo 'she was your friend' a statement way more than a question 'I think she would like to be you, she is an idiot'] Tess: [watching them kiss and dance together cos can't look away so I hope Fearghal barges into them even if he didn't need to so she can stop and down the rest of her drink to get rid of the taste of blood in her mouth from holding herself back from doing anything else since she's still got drugs on her like we said, can't be starting drama especially with Summer who's 100% that bitch. About to nod at Katya because she was her friend for such a long time but then snapping the fuck out of that instinct and shaking her head because not anymore clearly and scoffing because yeah Summer is an idiot, who'd wanna be her when she doesn't even wanna] Fearghal: [Katya scoffs back 'She would rather be thought pretty and have boyfriend than have things that matters but this is like all girls our age, yes? Silly, knowing nothing about anything.' Fearghal coming back with three of whatever and shoving one at Tess as quick as she did the cigarette, swapping it for her empty, throwing it not at Summer and Josh but in their general direction 'What would you like to do?' Katya adds, taking a swig of her drink 'We can find you more customers if you would like'] Tess: [literally would wanna say something about how much Josh and the family they were meant to be did matter but not drunk enough for that although she blatantly will be soon cos haven't eaten anything in forever probably and would drink like half the drink he just gave her immediately like what could go wrong here. Finally saying 'Yeah' to both things but so quietly they'd struggle to hear it over this rave if they were anybody else and making herself move into the crowd to get customers instead of away which is what she'd wanna do] Fearghal: [she can go off to get all the lads and clearly get so fucked up 'cos all gonna buy her some too 'cos that's the ploy here, whereas he's gonna stay in sight 'cos shamelessly protective and can step in if anything kicks off with those two] Tess: [god bless, not all heroes wear capes lads, I appreciate less lads for Tess to have to deal with as she's getting white girl wasted in this club] Fearghal: [go have a cry you deserve it lbr] Tess: [just in the bathroom like the girly cliche you're not] Fearghal: [have at it honey, shame he can't smack Josh yet really] Tess: [kick everyone out first though you don't need that to be your rep] Fearghal: [meanwhile actually do smack him 'cos any reason at a party where everyone's fucked up] Tess: [hooray for coming back and them being gone] Fearghal: [small blessings, and they've probably shifted a fair amount between 'em so] Tess: [give this smol drunk child her money lads and she'll try not to cry on you] Fearghal: [all the funds for you] Tess: [give them a drug freebie like thanks even if Katya might wanna save hers for later if she's had loads] Fearghal: [I hope you've cheeked some for later or you'll be so skyhigh/about to die lol] Tess: [when she'd just wanna leave but like that's not her life]

[veliseraptor]

I'm pretty sure this is totally against the spirit of the meme, but: "I'll always be there to save you" / "I know you'll always be there to save me" with Loki and the Grandmaster *slowly retreats to the pit*

you say “against the spirit of the meme” I say “SOUNDS LIKE CREEPY FUN” so here have a thing, aka 1.7k of the dubious frostmaster nonsense that is apparently now part of my brand™

The new contender Scrapper-142 had brought in was shouting his name. Loki smiled at his companions apologetically and excused himself, rising to walk over to the Grandmaster. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said. “Do you know him? Calls himself Thor, Lord of Thunder.”

“God of Thunder,” the contender growled.

Loki glanced at him, scanning his face, and then shrugged. “I’ve never seen this man before in my life.”

His eyes bugged out of his head. “I’m your brother,” he said, and Loki had to laugh.

“That’s absurd,” he said, mostly to the Grandmaster. “I’ve never had a brother.”

The Grandmaster patted him on the shoulder. “I didn’t think so,” he said. “But, well, thought I’d check-”

“Loki,” the contender hissed. He looked both enraged and alarmed and Loki took a step back in spite of himself. “Stop - you know very well who I am-”

Loki glanced at the Grandmaster. “Is he quite sane?”

“I have no idea,” the Grandmaster said. “Are you?”

“Am I sane? Of course I’m sane.” The contender’s expression flickered, looking back and forth between them. Unconsciously, Loki drew a little closer to the Grandmaster. Something prickled uneasily at the back of his mind.

“Ah, well then,” the Grandmaster said. “What do you think, Lo? Should we keep him?”

Loki gave him a little smile. “You’re asking my opinion?”

“Well, not really.” The Grandmaster beamed at him, tilting Loki’s chin up to plant a kiss on his mouth. Loki heard the contender make a strangled noise. “Go on, then. We’ll see how you do at tomorrow’s games, eh?”

“Loki!” This Thor shouted again, and he was startled enough to glance over at him. “Listen to me! You are-”

“That’s enough of that,” the Grandmaster said dismissively, and Thor’s voice cut off as the obedience disk triggered.

Even after he was gone, Loki felt...unsettled by the whole thing. That lingering feeling of something nagging at him. But the Grandmaster stroked his cheek and the thought vanished.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he said. “Relax. Don’t tell me you’re letting that silly Lord of Thunder’s nonsense get to you.”

“No,” Loki said, smiling. “No, of course not.”

**

Lying on his back in a post-coital haze, Loki stared up at the ceiling.

“What’s got you looking so unhappy, Lo-lo?” The Grandmaster asked. “You know how I hate seeing a frown on that pretty face.”

“Why would he call me his brother?” Loki asked.

“He was trying to use you, obviously,” the Grandmaster said. “Everyone knows you’re my favorite.”

Loki felt himself flush with pleasure, a warm little tingle going down his spine. “But it’s such a strange lie,” he said, after a moment. “And wouldn’t it - wouldn’t it make more sense to try to act like he was happy to see me?”

The Grandmaster shrugged. “People are funny,” he said. “They say funny things.” He tapped Loki’s nose with a finger. “Put it out of your mind, sweet thing.”

“But…”

The Grandmaster’s finger paused, still resting on his nose. “Oh, dear. You’re not...you know I don’t like ‘but’s.”

Loki glanced sidelong at the Grandmaster, a nervous little thrill tingling in his chest for a moment before it faded. He knew the Grandmaster wouldn’t hurt him. He was his favorite. “It just seems strange,” he said. “That’s all. And something about him…”

The Grandmaster frowned. “You’re really - worked up about this, aren’t you?” He didn’t sound pleased. “Lo. Don’t worry about it.” He shifted, reaching out and trailing his fingers along Loki’s jaw. “Besides, even if he was...what does it matter? The past is the past. Life starts fresh on Sakaar - and you’ve got it made, don’t you? I give you - everything your little heart desires.”

“You do,” Loki said, and just bit back the but.

The Grandmaster pressed two fingers to Loki’s lips. “Forget about him,” he said. “You’re going to give yourself some frown lines. Nobody wants that. He’ll be gone in a few days, besides.”

Loki frowned, some part of him deep down murmuring no, I don’t want…

But why not?

The Grandmaster rolled over and drew Loki into a slow, lazy kiss, tongue sliding into his mouth. Loki sank into it, thoughts of Thor slipping out of his mind along with the distant sense of unease. He pushed up toward him with a soft sound, body warming, only for the Grandmaster to pull away suddenly.

“I gotta go, honeybunch,” the Grandmaster said, patting his chest. “You rest up. I want you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed tomorrow morning.”

Loki gave him a plaintive look. “Really?”

“Really really,” the Grandmaster said, smiling at him. “I have other things to do than - well, you, you know. “You just...take it easy, get comfortable...see you soon, sweetheart.”

Loki sighed and settled back into the bed. “You’d better make it up to me later.”

“Ooh,” the Grandmaster said. “Demanding, eh? Very...bold. Keep that attitude. We’ll have some fun with it later.”

Loki watched him go and let his eyes drift closed, suddenly very tired. He hadn’t been planning to sleep, but...maybe just a little nap.

**

He woke up with someone’s hand over his mouth. He jerked immediately upright, lashing out, but they caught his arm and twisted it behind his back.

“If you’re play-acting,” growled a half familiar voice, “you had better stop now, Loki.”

Loki bit down, hard, on the hand covering his mouth, and screamed when it jerked back, thrashing wildly. His foot connected with something solid and he heard his attacker grunt.

“Dammit,” he said. He slapped something against Loki’s neck and-

Oh, that hurt. The Grandmaster had played with something like this...once. Loki hadn’t particularly enjoyed it then, either, and the setting on that one must have been quite a bit lower. When he could think again, he was slung upside down over someone’s shoulder as they jogged down a hallway. His kidnapper had put a robe on him in a bizarre demonstration of modesty.

He started fighting immediately. Pulling one of his knives, he slammed it into his kidnapper’s back somewhere in the region of his kidneys, trying to fling himself free. He shouted as Loki dropped off his shoulder and rolled to his feet.

It was Thor, the new contender. The one who had called Loki his brother.

“I don’t want to fight you,” he said, “but we are getting out of here.”

Loki bared his teeth. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“I’m sorry,” Thor said, sounding genuinely apologetic. The obedience disc he’d attached to Loki’s neck went off again. Thor caught him before he dropped, pulling Loki’s knife out of his back and dropping it on the floor. “Whatever that madman’s done to you-”

“Let me go,” Loki forced out, muscles spasming. “The Grandmaster will hunt you down, he’ll find me-”

“I almost hope he does,” Thor growled. “I’ll rip his head off.”

Loki sucked air into his lungs and screamed again. No, he thought. No, you can’t-

He threw Loki back over his shoulder and started running. He made it maybe ten more steps before letting out a strangled sound and collapsing, sending Loki sprawling to the floor. He scrambled to his feet.

Loki stared down at Thor for a moment, twitching on the ground, and then stumbled back. The Grandmaster caught him as he tripped, almost falling. “Hey,” he said, “hey, now, it’s all right.”

“He was trying to kidnap me,” Loki said, feeling vaguely hysterical. “He was going to take me away-”

“Shh,” the Grandmaster said. “He didn’t get far, did he? You’re not going anywhere, pet.”

Loki took another heaving breath. It came out shaky, too close to tears. He turned toward the Grandmaster and accepted being pulled close, his face in his shoulder as the Grandmaster petted his hair.

“I’ll make sure this...ah, miscreant is taken care of. We’ll see what he thinks of our champion, how about that? That’s it, sweetheart. Deep breaths.”

Loki nodded weakly, leaning into him.

“Take your hands off him,” he heard Thor say, and flinched, pressing closer.

“I will most certainly not,” the Grandmaster said. “Why, look what you’ve done. He’s gone all to pieces.” Loki felt a distant twinge of embarrassment, but he was so - unsteady that mostly he was just grateful for the solidity of the Grandmaster shielding him.

“Whatever you’ve done to him,” Thor said, voice harsh, “it won’t last. Loki’s too strong to remain so bewildered for long.”

“Such nonsense,” the Grandmaster said.

“You did this,” Thor said. “You - let me go, didn’t you, so you could pretend to rescue Loki-”

“I think you’ve caused poor Lo-lo enough upset for one night,” the Grandmaster said smoothly. He heard Thor cry out in pain and squeezed his eyes closed.

His head hurt and his stomach twisted. His heart was still racing. Something felt wrong, still, even though it was over.

The Grandmaster patted his back. “Let’s go back to my room, huh? Lie down, have a bit of a constitutional...it’s all okay now. You’ve got nothing to worry about, sweet thing.” He tucked some of Loki’s hair behind his ear. Something tingled and the headache faded a little, the sense of wrongness with it.

“Nothing to worry about,” he echoed.

“That’s right.” The Grandmaster squeezed the back of his neck. “Because you’re safe here, hmm-mm? You’re safe with me.”

“Yes,” Loki said faintly.

The Grandmaster tangled his fingers in Loki’s hair and pulled his head back so he was looking him in the eyes. “You know I’ll always be there to save you,” he said soothingly, and Loki smiled, feeling oddly dazed.

“I know.”