#mashle

[mashleverse]

Mashle: Magic and Muscles Mobile Game "Muscle Puzzle" Easter Event Character Visuals - Lance Crown & Dot Barrett

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[hows-itgoagain]

qpr mashfinn absolutely makes sense !! i’ll definitely be thinking it over to see if i REALLY fw it yk? they ARE each other’s person though like they’d do anything for each other. wirth i could MAYBE see, but even if i did, he’s 18, so. yk. milo (green hair) i did think about, but i just don’t think they’d be a good pair. and yes they are named! i looked it up a couple days ago because i wasn’t sure, their names are tron and cello iirc. but just personality wise i didn’t really think either of them were quite a good fit either unfortunately. finn with landot i definitely thought about, but your idea is so much funnier. them as a genuine poly relationship i can only BARELY see, but him being a mediator is both absolutely hilarious AND real. they likely wouldn’t go to mash for their issues just because his way of thinking and personality might not be that helpful (NOT a diss on mash i love him i promise), and they just. wouldn’t go to lemon i don’t think. but finn?? perfect choice. even better knowing their dorm rooms are like RIGHT next to each other, so it’s not hard to talk to him at any time. like he’s involved in all their shit so much you’d think he’s a bigger part of the relationship but really he’s just the situation de-escalator. that’s peak right there.

tbh overall in terms of a relationship for finn my two best bets are mash qpr or an oc. which. are not a lot of options. but qpr as a concept has a lot going for it so i very well may be converted!!

as someone who LOVES to ship characters from basically any media i consume, i am begging for a finn ship rec that isn’t anyone in the main group or carpaccio 🙏🙏🙏🙏

i adore finn and i think he deserves love but i just don’t really ship any of his usual ships ☹️

like finnmash just never grew on me because i hc mash as aroace

finnpaccio i just… don’t really like?

finndot i definitely see potential in but dot is LOYAL to lance and i’m physically incapable of not shipping landot

and then like. technically finn/lance is an option but i just don’t see it??? and again lance is loyal to dot

and finn/lemon is also…. an option?? i just don’t see it at all though, and lemonlove is too good of a ship for me 🙏

moral of the story i’m asking for suggestions for any other character (WITHIN REASON OBV IF YOU SAY RAYNE OR SOME SHIT I’LL BLOCK YOU.) to ship finn with, and preferably with an explanation of that ship so i can understand their dynamic bc it’s decently likely i won’t get it at first if they’re an unusual pairing

[must-have-been-a-potato]

they said what they said.

[emmyrosee]

when you have an itch on your back, you flop down on top of him and whine about the itch, writhing like a dog trying to scratch your back against him, begging him for help. he pulls a face, reels his hands back as you squirm, “why must you come to me with such demands? are you not a whole grown adult?”

“because you scratch my back the best,” you whimper. “please?”

he clicks his tongue and puts his phone to the side, “i totally wasn’t in the middle of anything, it’s fine, sure,” he grumbles, but ultimately, he lowers his hand to indeed, scratch your back, hands coming under your shirt to gently, barely, dig his nails in to quell the sensation, listening to your directions of ‘up, left, little lower.’ you mewl and relax against him as he hits the spot giving you the most trouble, and you hear him sigh.

“you’re literally like an animal,” he mutters, but you hear the smirk in his voice.

“woof,” you offer him, stretching happily as the hand scratching your back slowly stops, leaving his thumb to gently smooth over the now warm skin.

“and for the record, i shouldn’t just be the best one who scratches your back- i’d better be the only one.”

you smile and nod, not making a move to get up as his other arm rests on your back, using you as a prop to keep his phone in his hands. he doesn’t say anything, merely keeping one hand to smooth up and down your back, the other thumbing through his phone as you slowly feel your eyes grow heavy from the soft touch and the love in the air.

[fend13th]

✨BOWL-CUT CARDIO BRIGADE✨

[bisub28]

[sadjesterevanescence]

They got that silly in them

[mia-does-nonsense]

I cannot be stopped, unfortunately.

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[keidenaki]

Mu stylus finally arrived, yaye! He looks sooooo pale on my pc monitor ong

[rrokiii42]

クロスオーバーのファンアートまとめ

[froqpi-art]

mash! mash! mash!

[caelivir]

hidden lights | rayne ames

— synopsis. reading rayne ames is impossible. that's why you don't get why he offers to take you out on a date after you've been stood up again.

— pairing. rayne ames x fem!reader

— genres. modern au, you and rayne are roommates, fluff, you’re so oblivious it hurts, rayne's most likely ooc towards the end but we do it for plot,

— warnings. one kys thrown in at the end but it’s not in a serious manner

— word count. 3.2k

— notes. in honor of triple liner rayne being animated. i have quite literally been waiting to see it animated for years. also hi.

you can never tell what rayne ames is thinking. he wears the same cold, uninterested glare on his face at all times of the day. he never speaks unless spoken to, never lets you know when he leaves the apartment, never does anything to show that he actually has emotions.

you're asked on the daily how you survive rooming with him, and in all honesty, it's really not that bad. he does his half of the chores, and he doesn't leave his shit all over the apartment. really, the guy's only problem is his lack of emotion. it drives you up the wall.

finn says not to take it to personally during the one day he visited his brother. apparently, he's like that with everyone, but he's still a good guy. it just takes time.

you would like to believe that, but rayne makes that extremely difficult to believe when he looks like he wants to kill every person who so happens to exist in his direction.

so naturally, seeing him so angered after finding out that you've been stood up is surprising. it's an even bigger shock when he offers to take you out on a date instead.

you don't know what compels you to agree. even if you hadn't accepted his offer, something tells you that rayne would've found a way to get you to leave with him so there's no use in trying to deny him in this matter.

that's why you allow him to drive all the way to marchétte street, where a night market is being held in full swing. the road has all sorts of stalls lined up one after the other, ranging from foods to clothes. but because the marchétte night market is ridiculously popular, the place is packed to the brim with people.

rayne offers his hand once he notices that you're daunted by the crowds. you stare at him with surprise. when you don't make a move to accept this action, rayne huffs before grabbing your hand. he interlocks his fingers with yours and drags you into marchétte street's traffic.

the first thing you note is that rayne's hands are surprisingly warm and soft. for someone so incapable of talking, his touch is strangely reassuring.

he drags you to a vendor selling takoyaki. and even as he orders, rayne doesn’t let go of your hand.

“what do you want?” he says into your ear so that he doesn’t have to yell over all the noise. the feeling of his breath fanning over your skin sends shivers down your spin. it's maddening.

“oh. uh-” your eyes quickly scan over the menu, and you blurt out the first item that you read. out of habit you reach for your wallet, but rayne is quick to shut you down.

“absolutely not.” he grumbles, letting your hand drop to your side so he can pull out his cash. rayne hands the amount to the girl at the register, and she hands back his change that he drops into the tip jar.

“thanks.” you say quietly, still so flustered about the entire situation.

rayne only studies you before humming in acknowledgement. “come on.” he guides his hand to your upper back, moving you out the way so you can wait on the side for your orders.

it’s during this time you really look at rayne as if that would provide you with the answers you need to understand him. you try to wrap your head around it. you draft up every possible explanation, but none of them seem to make sense.

unless… it couldn’t be… does rayne like you? you shake your head, dismissing the thought as soon as it crosses your mind. no, that’s absurd, the furthest thing from logical. this is rayne ames we’re talking about. in the five months that you’ve been living together, you two have never had a solid conversation. how could he ever like someone he’s barely talked to?

you're about to confront rayne about his intentions until your number order is called, and all the courage you built up crumbles away as rayne leaves you to go pick up your takoyaki.

still, whatever his reasons for doing this may be, this is a rare opportunity to come by, and that means that maybe rayne doesn't have to continue being a stranger. maybe you can get under those layers and find that good guy finn said was there.

"i never knew marchétte had a night market." you say, breaking the silence as the two of you walk side by side through the market.

"i didn't either." rayne admits, poking his fork into one of the octopus balls, and shoving the whole thing into his mouth.

"what?" your face scrunches in disbelief. "then how'd you find out?"

"i asked finn as we were going down to the garage." your date shares nonchalantly.

you turn to look at rayne with the intent of questioning him further, but the sight of his cheeks bulging with food makes you burst out in a fit of giggles.

"what?" rayne asks, narrowing his eyes at you. you bite your lip to contain your laughter. your gaze falls on a mixture of crumbs and sauce that sits on the corner of his mouth, only causing you to smile wider.

"you got a little something there." you gesture at his lips. rayne fumbles for a moment, swiping his fingers around various sections of his mouth, somehow only cleaning half of the mess up.

you shake your head, still grinning up at him. he tenses when your thumb grazes the edges of his lips. you can feel his eyes staring deep into you, and you have to ignore the way it makes your stomach flip.

"all done." you whisper, wiping the remainders on the napkin in your hand.

rayne doesn't say anything regarding what occurred, only urging you to follow him further down marchétte street.

you swear that you see the tips of his ears go red, and something about that makes you all fuzzy inside.

as the night progresses, you and rayne abide your time by visiting stalls. well, it's more like you choose which ones interest you the most, and rayne follows behind. you comment on certain items that look nice; sometimes, you ask for your roommate's opinions to decide on whether something will be worth your money or not. to your surprise, rayne's advice is solid, and you end up listening to him.

at some point, you convinced him to buy a pair of absurdly looking mugs for the apartment. he fought you hard on it, saying that a mug shaped like a fish is extremely inconvenient, but in the end, you won with insistent begging.

when the two of you both got bored of the market, you decide to take rayne to one of your favorite spots in the city.

"the park? really?" rayne gives you a dead stare.

"hey, don't judge." you pout. "i love this place."

"why? no offense, but i don't think parks are all that special."

"i feel like i can take a step back here and just a catch a break from everything," you answer honestly. "sometimes, i sit down and watch people as they live their lives, and something about that is strangely comforting. it makes me want to keep going."

rayne doesn't follow up on your words, but you can tell that he's really considering them, and that brings a smile onto your face.

"plus, i feel like it's a good place for when you want to talk to someone." you grab onto your roommate's wrist. "come on let's go to the swings."

you practically drag rayne to the playground, which is completely deserted, but that's to be expected when it's already 10p.m. no parent would be dumb enough to bring their kid out this late.

you force rayne onto the the swing next to you, and all he does is sit there, unwilling to indulge himself in such a simple joy. annoyed with him, you hop off your own set, coming behind him.

"what are you doing?" rayne whips his head around as your hands plant themselves firmly on his back.

"oh live a little." you huff, mustering up enough strength to push him. the swing rocks forwards and comes back. even as rayne complains and threatens you, you continue to push him, watching as he goes higher and higher. he may be masking it, but you can tell that he's enjoying it.

you finally give up when your arms grow sore and a layer of sweat coats your face. slumping back into the swing beside rayne, you breathe heavily. "man, that was a workout."

"i told you to stop." your date reminds you, shooting you a look.

"you can be honest, rayne. i know you liked it."

"i did not."

"yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that." you wave him off, laughing.

for a minute, neither of you say anything. you're the one who said that the park is a place where you can talk openly with someone, yet there's not a single topic that you can think to bring up.

luckily, rayne swoops in to save it. "can i ask you something?" your half-blonde roommate asks, something more serious laced in his voice. it makes you swallow a lump in your throat. an anxious feeling creeps into your body.

"of course you can."

"why did you bother giving that guy a chance?"

it's easy to know exactly who he's referring to. you shrug. "he's nice and has good energy."

"but he had stood you up two times in the past though. clearly he isn't as nice as you make him out to be. you seriously can't be that dumb to have fallen for it three times."

that statement in itself should get you mad (even though he would be right), but there's something peculiar in what he said that had you ignoring the jab altogether. "how'd you know he stood me up twice before? i never told you that."

at that, rayne freezes, eyes blowing wide open. it's so obvious that he's trying to find an excuse right now, but you push further.

"who told you that, rayne?" you lean closer, watching as his ears turn beet red. you're not even angry with him. it's mostly curiosity making you push him. not to mention that seeing him in a flustered state is entertaining and quite cute.

"max did." your roommate finally admits albeit quietly.

you pull your head back. "max? as in max land? how the hell does he know?"

"your dates happened to be at the restaurant he works at."

"why would he bother telling you that though?" you wonder. "up until tonight, i don't think it concerned you."

"it did though." the half-blonde mumbles, thinking you wouldn't hear, but you do anyway.

"what?" you press.

"forget it." rayne shakes his head, growing irritated.

"no. fuck that.." you seethe, annoyed at his unwillingness to be honest with you. rayne bites his tongue to hold back. you see it. "don't act like this. just tell me, or i swear to god i'll text max right now-"

"it's because i knew that i could treat you better." the words rush out of rayne's mouth as he snaps his head toward you. the fire in his eyes die as he locks his gaze onto you. the harsh emotion written across his features softens. you can feel your own exasperation slipping away like that of a retreating ocean tide. he grimaces in regret, knowing that he didn't mean to let that slip out, but he did anyway. it's out in the open, and now you knew.

surely, you're hearing things wrong. perhaps you're misunderstanding what he just said. how could that be misinterpreted though? it's such a painfully straightforward statement, yet it still doesn't make any sense.

rayne sighs. it's like he can already hear your thoughts and your confusion. the least he can do is clear the air and dump everything onto you while he can. "i didn't expect to feel like this," he begins to explain. "when i moved in, i just assumed you'd be another person i wouldn't pay attention to. i'm sure you know how i am. i don't bother getting to know people, but a lot of people feel the need to force themselves into my life, and shit like that pisses me off. but you didn't do that. you introduced yourself, explained the ground rules of the apartment, and then left me alone."

"so... you like the fact that i leave you alone?" you tilt your head.

"shut up. let me finish."

"okay."

"but yeah, that's part of it. you keep your distance, but you still try to show that you care. you don't do anything groundbreaking. it's just that the small things you do for me got to me. it may sound dumb to you, but it meant a lot to me."

suddenly, you're hit like a train because you know exactly what rayne means. you recall all the times you ensured that there was dinner for him, the times you moved his laundry into the dryer when he forgot to do it himself, and the times you restocked his favorite snacks when they ran out. you hadn't realized that you did any of that. it just came naturally, no hidden meaning behind it.

"oh." you breathe out, blinking.

rayne nods, continuing. you're honestly floored over the fact that he still has more to say. "you don't notice it. at least, i don't think you do, but at some point, i tried doing the same for you. i started paying more attention to you and what you liked and how you liked things done. i did it mostly to pay back your kindness, but over time i continued just 'cause i liked seeing your smile."

you have to process that for a minute, piecing together how certain events lined up until it finally clicks into place. "s-so the island vase-"

"i replace the flowers because you like them fresh."

"the key holder?"

"you always forgot to bring your keys until i installed it."

"when you put on movies-"

"i check your letterboxd and hope that you'll sit and watch them with me."

"when i put on movies-"

"i sit with you because i want to be near you."

your jaw falls open. never in a million years could you have expected this. you thought that rayne could care less about your existence, but the reality was that that was far from the truth. cold, aloof rayne was always doing things for you. all this time, you've been so oblivious.

still, there's more to the story so you stay quiet, letting him get his feelings off of his chest. "to be honest, i was never going to say anything. max tried convincing me to confess on multiple occasions, but i was dead set on letting it pass. i didn't think you liked me in the same way anyway.

"but then you came home today and you told me about your date and i just got so... angry," rayne clenches his fist around the chains of the swing. the whole situation infuriates him every time he thinks about it. "it just wasn't fair. you spent so much time into looking your best just for that asshole to go and waste your effort. you're so beautiful, so kind and understanding, and i fucking hate the fact that he's been taking advantage of that.

"i really wasn't thinking clear when i proposed this date to you, but god after tonight, i'd do it all over again. i wanted you to know what it's like to be with someone who does care about you. i wanted to see you smile. i wanted to hear stories. i want you so badly it's all i can think about sometimes.

"i know this is a lot, and i'm freaking you out right now. i'm sorry but you-"

"rayne." you interrupt with a big smile on your face. he was unaware to the fact that you had got up.

"for fucks sake, can you let me finish? this is already weird enough for me to talk about as is." he rolls his eyes, narrowing his gaze at you, blush splashed across his cheeks. still, without any resistance, you pull him up from his swing by his wrists.

"then don't." you whisper as you pull him in.

and the moment you crash your lips onto rayne's, the world stops. he instantly melts into you, the palms of his hands finding the soft skin on your cheeks. your hands tangle themselves into his hair. his lips are incredibly soft. a faint taste of matcha and sugar syrup dances on his tongue from the boba he drank earlier. a noise of approval vibrates down his throat, and you can't help but smile against his lips.

rayne wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he deepens the kiss. you get what he was talking about earlier. this kiss is all it takes to prove it to you. you feel his affection and desire all at once. every single bone in your body is so aware of how much rayne ames cares about you.

when you finally pull away for air, it's like a smile is permanently tugged onto your lips. rayne trains his eyes onto you, engraining every detail of this moment into his head.

a comfortable silence falls as each of you take your time to catch your breaths. your stare finds its way up, admiring the night sky. there are barely any stars out tonight. no, that part isn't remotely true, not fully anyway, because light pollution drowns out stars and their lights. the reality is that there are billions of stars hanging high out of reach; they just go unseen.

rayne is kinda like that you realize. finn was right. his brother is a good guy. there's a hidden light within him behind all those aloof layers of his. you just have to squint and maybe put on some prescription glasses is order to see it. it's a shame it took you five months to to really acknowledge it. but now that you've finally found a glimpse of it, you'll continue to clear past the fog. you want to know every part of rayne and see his light just as he did with you. you want him to be able to shine at his full brightness with no fear. you'll take rayne ames for all that he is.

"come on," you coo, a lovestruck look in your eyes as you slip your hand into rayne's. "let's go home."

bonus:

rayne: finn, give me a date spot quick finn: are you actually going on a date? rayne: stop asking questions finn: there's a night market on marchétte street. finn: are you seriously going on a date though? finn: hello? finn: rayne. finn: stop leaving me on read. finn: is it (y/n)? finn: it is her, huh? finn: asshole.

delisaster: hey sorry delisaster: can we reschedule for next saturday? y/n: kys y/n: lol sorry that was my bf delisaster: bruh what? delisaster: did you have a bf this whole time? *this message could not be sent* delisaster: did you fucking block me? *this message could not be sent*

[emmyrosee]

your phone has been buzzing non stop for the past fourteen minutes. you know it’s been fourteen minutes, because the blinding light that emanates from the device blings every few seconds. when you grumble and turn to glance at it, the bright lights read 00:14.

your body is fatigued, tired from being pulled out of your sleep, and to be at the mercy of whoever is texting you so early- late?- has you feeling more and more agitated than the last. the room is dark, vision adjusting to the lack of light, save for the brightness coming from your phone. you furrow your brows, grimace, and it isn't until your phone starts to ring that you whip it off the charger and hold it up to your ear. "someone better be dying-"

he chuckles softly, "i take it i woke you up?"

"of course you did, asshole," you hiss. "what, what, what could be so important that you couldn't wait until morning-"

"i wanted to be the first one to wish you a happy birthday."

your breath hitches and you feel your eyes soften, a warmth spreading across your cheeks as you process what he said. your lips curl into a small smile, and you scrub your face with your hand, "you could've been the first even if i only saw your message in the morning. you didn't have to stay up until midnight."

"yeah, but whats the fun in that?" he offers. "and this way, you know i was first. no room for debate."

you giggle and shake your head, letting a comfortable silence linger over the phone.

"happy birthday," he says softly.

"thank you, baby,” you whisper back.

"i'll let you get back to sleep," he hums. "know how much you need your beauty sleep."

"watch it. you disturbed me, remember?"

he snorts. you shake your head fondly, letting your smile not falter thanks to him not being able to see it.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

[bpzau-art]

this is how I see the mashle friend group dynamic

[heliosunny]

Yandere!Mash Burnedead x Reader

You weren’t sure what you expected when Mash called you out after class. Maybe he wanted to ask about homework. Maybe he needed help sneaking more cream puffs into his dorm. But marriage? That was new.

"Marry me" Mash said, holding out something small in his palm.

For a second, you thought you misheard. "…What?"

"I made this for you."

You looked down and nearly laughed. It was a ring—if you could even call it that. A crude band of silver, slightly bent, looking as if it had been crushed into shape rather than crafted properly. Which, knowing Mash, was exactly what happened.

"Mash," you said, still trying to process, "you… made this?"

He nodded. "I found some metal and squished it. Thought it’d be nice."

A snort escaped you. Of course he did. Of course Mash Burnedead, a man who crushed boulders with his bare hands, thought the best way to make a ring was to just squeeze it into existence.

You waved a hand, trying to push the conversation in a different direction. "Look, I don’t know if someone told you that you need to get married for extra school credits or something, but—"

"I want to be with you forever."

The words were simple. Direct. Said with such certainty that it almost made you pause. Mash was always like this—straightforward, dense in a way that somehow made him both endearing and terrifying. But this? This had to be a joke.

"Riiight," you said, humoring him. "And what, we’ll live in a house made of cream puffs? Spend our honeymoon lifting weights?"

Mash tilted his head. "If that’s what you want."

You sighed, shaking your head with a smile. "Alright, alright, very funny. But seriously, why me? I thought you only loved cream puffs."

He looked at you then—really looked at you. And for once, his usual blank expression shifted.

"I like cream puffs," he agreed. "But I’d choose you over them."

…Okay. That was new.

"You’ll marry me, right?" he asked again, stepping closer.

Suddenly, it didn’t feel like a joke anymore.

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. "Fine, whatever," you muttered, snatching the ring from his palm. "I’ll take it."

Mash’s expression didn’t change. He just watched you, silent for a moment, before giving a single nod.

"Okay."

You almost expected him to say something else, to press further, but instead, he just turned on his heel and walked away. No fanfare. No weird follow-up. Just left.

You glanced down at the ring, rolling it between your fingers. It was heavier than expected, slightly uneven, a little warm from his touch. A weird part of you almost felt bad for taking it without meaning anything by it. But whatever—he’d probably forget about it by tomorrow. This was Mash. The guy who thought about cream puffs more than anything else.

There was no way he was serious.

The next morning, you stretched and yawned, shaking off the strange conversation from yesterday. It was just Mash being Mash. He was probably already distracted by something else.

And sure enough, when you got to school, there he was—hanging out with the usual group, eating cream puffs like nothing had happened.

You let out a relieved breath. See? Back to normal.

You slid into your usual spot, chatting with some classmates, when Lance walked past, paused, then suddenly stared at your hand.

"…Where did you get that?"

"Huh?"

"The ring," he said, "Mash’s?."

Oh. Right. You’d totally forgotten you were still wearing it.

You waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, that? It’s nothing. He gave it to me as a joke, and I just took it so he’d leave me alone."

Lance’s face remained unreadable. "A joke...?"

"Yeah?" You frowned. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Before he could answer, an arm suddenly draped over your shoulder, pulling you back against a solid chest.

"You’re wearing it."

You stiffened. He was close.

"You really kept it," he murmured, his breath ghosting against your ear. "That makes me happy."

Lance took a slow step back, exhaling sharply as if he suddenly wanted no part in this.

You tried to laugh it off. "Yeah, well, figured you’d forget about it if I just played along."

"I won’t forget."

"After all," Mash continued, his grip on your shoulder tightening ever so slightly, "you said yes."

You sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. "Fine, whatever"

You went to class, took notes, and avoided getting called on whenever possible. Dot tried (and failed) to impress some students, Finn got roped into cleaning duty, and Lance silently judged everyone from his seat. Everything was just as it always was.

Mash, for all his strangeness earlier, didn’t really interfere. He sat in his usual spot, munching on cream puffs like nothing had happened, answering questions with his usual blank honesty. Even when you passed by him between classes, he didn’t try to talk to you again.

See? You told yourself. Everything’s fine.

By the time lunch rolled around, you were feeling a lot better. You grabbed a tray of food and sat down, relaxing as you joined the usual conversation.

"You’re looking way too happy for someone with extra assignments" Dot pointed out, stabbing at his food.

"Right?" Finn sighed. "Must be nice not getting in trouble all the time."

You just smirked. "Hey, I’m just enjoying my peaceful day."

And for the rest of lunch, nothing weird happened. No sudden comments from Mash, no eerie stares, no overbearing presence at your side.

By the time the final bell rang, you were sure he must have forgotten all about that ridiculous proposal.

But as you walked back to your dorm, a shadow loomed behind you, and a familiar voice broke the silence.

"You’re happy today."

You turned slightly, offering a hesitant smile. "Uh, yeah. It was a good day. Why?"

"That’s good. I want you to be happy."

"Right," you said slowly. "Well, see you tomorrow then."

----

The duel was going smoothly—blasts of magic filled the air as students clashed, dodging and countering spells in rapid succession. You were locked in a friendly spar with a classmate, exchanging light attacks to practice your reflexes.

But then—something went wrong.

Your sparring partner’s spell veered off course, heading straight for you.

You barely had time to react before a blur of movement intercepted the attack. A loud crack echoed through the arena as Mash stepped in front of you, taking the hit without even flinching.

The problem?

He didn’t just take the hit.

He retaliated.

Before your classmate could even process what had happened, Mash was already on them. His grip closed around their wrist, crushing their wand in an instant.

"You almost hurt Y/N"

Your classmate paled, struggling to pull away. "I-It was an accident!"

Mash’s grip tightened. You had seen Mash’s strength before, but this… this was different. He wasn’t just reacting—he was angry.

"Mash!" you called, stepping forward, ignoring the tension in the air. "Let go."

For a moment, he didn’t move. Then, finally, his fingers uncurled, releasing the terrified student, who stumbled back, clutching their bruised wrist.

You didn’t waste any time. You grabbed your injured classmate, helping them towards the infirmary, ignoring the lingering weight of Mash’s stare on your back.

The next class was flying. A much-needed break.

You sighed in relief as you hovered lazily in the air, chatting with a friend while drifting across the training field. It was peaceful. Relaxing. Nothing like the tension from earlier.

thud

Your friend jerked forward, their broom wobbling violently beneath them. Then, before they could react, they were falling. They hit the ground with a painful thump. The class went silent, then erupted into panicked shouts.

You immediately descended, landing beside them. They were conscious, groaning as they clutched their side. Not too badly hurt, but clearly shaken.

"What was that?" someone asked.

You turned, scanning the sky. Your friend’s broom was still spinning midair, knocked off course. But by what?

Then, you spotted it. A rock. A small, solid stone, lying a few feet away, like it had been thrown.

Slowly, you turned your head—

And met Mash’s gaze.

He stood at a distance, his usual blank expression in place. But his hands—his hands were dusting off something.

After making sure your friend was safely taken to the infirmary, you wandered the halls, lost in thought.

It was too much of a coincidence. The timing. The placement. And the way Mash had just stood there, dusting off his hands like nothing had happened.

You needed a second opinion. Someone who wasn’t Mash.

Which is why you found yourself looking for Lance.

You spotted him near the library, quietly flipping through a book. He didn’t even look up as you sat down beside him.

"You look stressed" he commented, turning a page.

"Because I am."

You hesitated for a moment before recounting what had happened. The duel. Mash’s reaction. And then the fall.

Lance finally set his book down "You think Mash caused it?"

"I don’t know," you admitted, running a hand through your hair. "But it makes too much sense, doesn’t it? And if he did do it, then—"

"Then you already know why." Lance finished.

Mash wasn’t complicated. He liked things simple, straightforward. And when something—or someone—got in the way of what he wanted, he removed the problem.

"If it was him, then there’s not much you can do. You can’t exactly stop Mash when he sets his mind on something."

You frowned. "There has to be a way. I need to—"

"You need to what?"

You turned your head slowly, heart hammering in your chest.

Mash stood there, hands in his pockets, his golden eyes locked directly on you.

Lance, to his credit, didn’t react. He simply picked his book back up, deciding that whatever this was, it wasn’t his problem.

You pushed back your initial unease, forcing yourself to stand. "Enough, Mash," you said, keeping your voice even. "If it was you, it needs to stop."

"Stop what?"

"You know what."

"I don’t understand"

"What do you actually want?"

Mash blinked. Like the thought had never even occurred to him.

"You."

"Mash—"

"You took the ring," he said. "That means you’re mine now."

You exhaled sharply, keeping your ground. "Then act like you deserve me," you said, meeting his gaze. "Not by pulling stunts like this."

"You can’t just decide I’m yours and expect me to be okay with it," you continued. Then, without hesitation, you pulled the ring from your finger and held it out. "Take it back."

For the first time, Mash’s expression flickered. But before he could do anything, you turned on your heel and walked away.

Or at least—you tried to.

The second you stepped forward, you heard movement behind you.

He was following.

You picked up the pace. So did he.

You groaned. "Oh, come on, Mash—"

The second you reached outside, you bolted for your broom. Without a second thought, you kicked off the ground, soaring into the sky.

Mash didn’t hesitate. He ran after you.

And somehow, despite the fact that you were literally flying, he was keeping up.

"That’s not fair!" you shouted, swerving to avoid him.

Mash just kept sprinting below, effortlessly dodging students, fences, small buildings. It was ridiculous. His legs were carrying him at inhuman speeds, his blank expression never changing.

At one point, you tried diving low to fake him out. He just jumped.

You barely dodged, yelping as he nearly grabbed the tail of your broom. "Oh, COME ON!"

Students were starting to notice.

"Is that—?"

"What is going on?"

"HELP!" you wailed, trying to put more distance between you. But flying took energy, and Mash… Mash was Mash.

Your stamina was running low.

Before you could react, something huge landed in front of you.

Mash.

He had leapt into the sky, arms crossed, waiting for you like it was nothing.

You barely stopped yourself before crashing into him. Panting, out of breath, you glared at him as you hovered in place.

"Apologize!" you demanded.

Mash tilted his head. "For what?"

"Mash."

Finally, he said, "…Sorry."

You squinted at him. There was no remorse in his voice. Not really. It was just a word. A placeholder.

You groaned, shoving a hand into his pocket. "Whatever. Just—here."

You pulled out a cream puff and stuffed it into his mouth before he could argue.

That, at least, seemed to work. His shoulders relaxed as he chewed, golden eyes softening slightly.

Mash, successfully pacified.

Satisfied, you huffed and turned away. But before you could react—

You felt something soft press against your lips.

Mash had pulled another cream puff from his pocket and shoved it directly into your mouth.

Your muffled yell of protest did nothing. He just held it there, watching as you instinctively bit into it.

You glared at him.

He blinked. "Good, right?"

You swallowed and groaned. "I hate you."

"No, you don’t."

----

The next day, you walked into school hoping that maybe—just maybe—Mash had finally calmed down.

That hope lasted five minutes.

The moment you stepped into the hallway, someone called your name. You barely had time to turn before—

BAM

A student was sent flying.

"What the—"

Then you saw Mash, standing right where the student used to be, flexing his fingers like he had just swatted away a bug. His blank expression didn’t change.

"Too close" he muttered.

"Mash, what the hell—"

Another student walked past, glanced in your direction—

BAM

You watched in horror as they collapsed like a sack of potatoes.

Mash nodded to himself.

"Much better."

"MASH."

But he wasn’t listening.

It kept happening. Every time someone so much as looked at you, they were either gently knocked unconscious or yeeted into the distance.

Someone tried saying good morning? Gone.

Someone smiled in your general direction? Launched.

The only people spared were your shared friends—Dot, Finn, and Lance (who was very pointedly ignoring the situation).

It was insane.

"Mash, STOP" you hissed, grabbing his arm after he shoulder-checked a random student into the wall. "You can’t just assault people because they exist near me!"

"Why not?"

"BECAUSE IT'S INSANE?!"

Mash tilted his head, like you had just said something completely ridiculous.

Then—it got worse.

You saw it happen in slow motion.

A teacher—completely oblivious—walked down the hall, calling out for students to get to class. Their eyes briefly flickered to you as they spoke—

Mash’s fist moved.

"MASH, NO—"

You lunged, grabbing his wrist just in time.

For a second, there was silence.

Mash blinked, looking at you, then at the teacher—who was completely unaware they had just narrowly escaped death.

Slowly, you dragged him away before he could do something unforgivable.

The moment you were out of earshot, you whirled on him. "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TRYING TO FIGHT A TEACHER?"

Mash considered this for a moment. Then—completely deadpan—

"If they look at you, yes."

You ran a hand down your face. "Mash."

He didn’t even seem remotely guilty.

You exhaled sharply, trying to stay calm. "Mash. You can’t just destroy everyone around me. That’s not how this works."

"But they’re looking at you."

"That’s how people communicate!"

Mash paused. Then, as if considering a solution, he said, "You could wear a mask."

You almost strangled him.

"NO."

Mash blinked. Then, finally, he sighed, reluctantly nodding.

"Okay."

You stared. "Wait… really?"

Mash nodded. "If you don’t like it, I’ll stop."

You immediately felt suspicious. "Just like that?"

"Just like that."

You didn’t believe him. Not for a second.

But for now, you had to get to class. So you slowly backed away, watching him very carefully, before hurrying off.

Mash stood there, unmoving, watching you leave.

The school day was finally over. You sighed, stretching as you stepped out of the classroom, ready to go home. But the moment your foot hit the hallway floor—

Something felt off.

You looked down.

A circle was drawn beneath you.

Intricate symbols. Chalk lines. Completely useless magical runes.

And standing a few feet away—Mash, brows furrowed in deep concentration, both hands raised like he was trying to summon the power of the universe itself.

He grunted, fists clenching as he willed something to happen. Sweat dripped down his forehead from sheer effort. His lips moved, muttering something completely incomprehensible, as if the words alone could make magic bend to his will.

The students around you had stopped walking. A crowd was forming. People stared, some already whispering, some barely holding in their laughter.

You folded your arms, raising a brow. This should be good.

Finally, Mash dropped his hands, exhaling deeply. His expression was serious.

"What was that supposed to do?"

Mash straightened up, expression blank as usual. Then, as if it were completely normal, he said:

"A love spell."

The hallway fell silent.

Then—

Laughter erupted.

Students howled. People leaned against walls, clutching their stomachs. Even a passing teacher snorted, quickly covering their mouth as they walked away.

"Mash Burnedead trying to use magic?" someone wheezed.

"What was he gonna do, flex the spell into existence?"

"He thought he could just punch love into them—"

You dragged a hand down your face before grabbing him by the collar and yanking him away from the chaos.

"We’re leaving."

Mash, completely unaffected by the public humiliation, just let himself be pulled along.

Of course, it didn’t end there.

The teachers heard about it.

Which is how you ended up sitting in the office, arms crossed as a teacher scolded you both for causing a disruption and pretending to use magic (because honestly, no one believed Mash was capable of it).

"I don’t even know why I’m here" you muttered. "I didn’t do anything."

"You stood there" Mash said simply.

You shot him a look. "YOU were the one casting a nonexistent love spell."

Mash blinked, tilting his head. "You didn’t move, though."

You groaned, slumping against the chair.

Eventually, after a long-winded lecture, you were finally released.

As you stepped outside, the sky already darkening, you exhaled. "What a day…"

Mash walked beside you, hands in his pockets, unfazed as usual. Then, as if today’s events had been completely normal, he said:

"I’ll get you a proper ring."

Your head snapped toward him. "What?"

Mash kept walking. "A real one. A proper one. So you’ll stay with me forever."

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "You’re not giving up any time soon, huh?"

Mash turned to look at you with the most calm, absolute certainty in the world, he said:

"I’ll never give up on you."

----

The next morning, you couldn’t go to school.

Your whole body felt weak. Feverish. Even lifting your head felt like a chore.

You groaned, curling deeper under your blankets. Great. Just great.

You figured you'd just sleep through the worst of it, recover on your own like you always did.

But by midday—

There was a knock at your door.

…You already had a bad feeling.

You barely had time to process before the door opened anyway.

A familiar figure stepped inside.

You squinted at him, delirious from the fever. "Mash?"

You could barely register what was happening, but through hazy vision, you saw him moving around your room.

Cleaning up. Fixing things. Tending to you.

A cool cloth pressed against your forehead. Strong hands adjusting your blanket.

You shivered.

Through the fever, you could hear his voice—low and thoughtful.

"If you don’t like me back," he murmured, "should I just lock you up?"

You weren’t sure if you imagined it—if it was just the fever making you hallucinate.

The moment you stirred, Mash immediately shift from his position.

Then—like nothing had happened—he pulled out a container of food.

Not cream puffs.

Something actually nutritious.

…Which meant someone else clearly prepared it.

You blinked blearily as he grabbed a spoon, scooping up a bite of food. Then, he held it up to your lips.

"Eat."

You just stared.

Mash. Feeding you. Taking care of you.

You had never seen him do this for anyone.

Slowly, hesitantly, you opened your mouth. He placed the spoon between your lips, letting you take a bite.

You swallowed, staring at him. "…You didn’t make this."

Mash blinked. "No."

"Then why—"

"You weren’t at school."

You exhaled shakily, watching as he scooped up another bite, waiting patiently for you to accept it.

You had no energy to argue.

You sighed, leaning against the pillow.

"You’re not gonna stop, huh?"

Mash shook his head.

"You’re always going to be like this?"

A slow nod.

You closed your eyes.

…Whatever.

"Then I’ll accept it."

For just a moment, his fingers tensed around the spoon. He lifted another bite to your lips. And this time, his smile was unmistakable.

The next morning, you finally dragged yourself back to school, feeling exhausted but at least somewhat functional.

You had barely stepped onto campus when you started hearing it—whispers, hushed voices, people gossiping.

"Did you hear?"

"He actually managed to curse someone!"

"Yeah! That’s why they were sick yesterday—"

"And now they’re in love with him! The spell worked!"

You stopped in your tracks.

What?

You turned to the nearest group of students. "Excuse me?"

One of them gasped. "Ah—! They’re already defending him! The curse must be strong."

You grabbed them by the shoulders. "WHAT CURSE?!"

More whispers. More shocked expressions.

"See?! They don’t even deny loving him now!"

"Scary…!"

You stood there, absolutely baffled.

You glanced around. Everywhere, people were whispering.

Some looked terrified.

Others looked impressed.

Some were writing notes like this was an important research discovery.

And then—just to make things worse—someone actually said, "This is why you should never mess with Mash Burnedead…"

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face.

This is getting ridiculous.

You needed to clear this up.

But before you could even open your mouth—

You felt a shadow looming over you.

And there he was.

Looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

The students shuddered.

"Oh no."

"It's already too late."

"They’re completely under his control now."

You turned back to Mash, glaring. "Mash."

"Hm?"

"They think you CURSED ME."

"…Oh."

"SAY SOMETHING TO CLEAR IT UP."

Mash stared at you for a second.

Then, with zero hesitation, he turned to the crowd and said:

"I didn’t curse them."

Silence. Then, a girl whispered—

"That’s exactly what someone who successfully cursed them would say…"

Mash nodded. "Yes."

THE WHISPERS GOT WORSE.

You felt a migraine forming.

Before you actually lost your mind, you grabbed Mash’s wrist, dragging him away from the crowd.

The moment you were alone, you exhaled. "Mash.."

"You’re mad?"

"OF COURSE, I’M MAD—"

Mash gently grabbed your hand, cutting you off.

His thumb brushed over your fingers. Then, as if it were completely natural, he murmured:

"Doesn’t matter what they think."

His golden eyes locked onto yours.

"You’re already mine."

Your heart skipped a beat—for entirely different reasons this time. And for a second you had to remind yourself to breathe.

Then, with a sigh, you pulled your hand away. "Whatever. I don’t have the energy for this."

Mash followed beside you, "You should eat more if you don’t have energy."

You rolled your eyes. "That’s not what I meant—"

But Mash was already pulling out a cream puff.

You stared at it.

He stared at you.

You groaned. "Mash, I am not eating a cream puff first thing in the morning—"

Too late. He shoved it into your hands.

"Fine." You took a bite.

Mash looked pleased.

And just like that—life went on.

The rumors stayed, of course.

People still whispered every time you walked by.

Some avoided you entirely, convinced Mash had cursed you beyond saving.

Others just watched you with interest, like they were witnessing a legendary event.

But honestly? You didn’t care anymore.

You went to class. You did your assignments.

You ignored the fact that Mash literally knocked out a guy yesterday for asking to borrow your notes.

You pretended not to notice when he sat just a bit too close during lunch.

And when he not-so-subtly started waiting outside your classroom after every lesson—

Well.

…You just sighed and let it happen.

[seneon]

"fuck your boyfriend, he a bitch." boyfriend referring to your 6 year old stinky plushie that you sleep with which hasn't been washed in months. probably even years. he's just jealous because your "male" plushie gets to be cuddled by you and not him. he calls your cute little plushie 'a bitch' because he absolutely despises the unalive creature. everytime he sees you holding the toy, he'd say "i think it's time you switch." switch what? switch the plush with him.

reo, dot, renji, otoya, denji, orter, grimmjow, ikkaku, kaldo, yoshida, wirth, kishibe, slursagi, rin, sae, katsuki, hitoshi, dabi. additionally the uchiha + senju clan boys.

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