#pale waves meme

[lucifersresources]

pale waves // unwanted rp lyrics meme.

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!  

lies.

you called it love but it never had that feeling.

you ripped out my heart.

do you feel happier yet?

do you say some things you regret?

i'm feeling better alone.

you messed me up.

can't take those stabs in the back.

i'm in over my head.

i'm so over you.

all your lies, they just caught up with you.

i'll forgive but i won't forget.

we all make mistakes but yours, i just can't shake.

unwanted.

you're so good at making me feel like nothing.

you're so good at making me feel unwanted.

my distorted view on us is starting to get too much.

you don't love anybody.

your silence fills the air.

why did you keep me hanging on?

i'd never fit your perfect life.

i'm nothing but a goodbye.

the hard way.

i could tell you were good at hiding your pain.

i saw your heartache.

i stayed away.

i didn't protect you.

i just assumed that you were okay.

i learnt the hard way.

you left us too soon.

they took all your power.

it's haunting me.

why does someone have to lose?

jealousy.

jealousy is haunting me.

so bad at biting my tongue.

wish you were mine.

don't mention any other name that doesn't sound like mine.

i'll never be replaced.

i satisfy.

i won't pretend and i won't apologise.

i gotta have you to myself.

why would i want anybody else?

you think i care at all?

you know you infect my soul.

i can't change your past.

alone.

i've heard a lot of things, you and your reputation.

it's the furthest thing from love.

go to hell.

i'd rather spend my entire lifetime alone.

you'd be an ultimate waste of time.

i feel your desperation.

will somebody put me out of my misery.

you've already come undone.

clean.

you're underneath my skin.

show me what i've been missing all of this time.

i just can't get enough.

you're the one drug that i don't want to get clean from.

is it too soon to say that i'm falling?

i can't get off of you.

i'm hooked.

i don't really care if it's my fault.

without you.

it's no fun to stay the same.

you get hurt, then you learn.

feels like a piece of me is missing.

i don't know how i'm supposed to feel.

you're not here anymore.

i'll learn to carry on without you.

all i have is these memories to get me through the night.

i fought my best but never won.

i tried to make you stay.

was there something i didn't say?

i survived somehow.

only problem.

you can call me naïve for hoping you would fix me.

i'm foolish to believe you could pick up the pieces.

there's nothing left.

maybe you're the only problem.

it's time to let you go.

i can't help but to think of you now.

every bad thing i would do, it was always with you.

the problem wasn't me, it was you.

you're so vain.

i'm gonna bring you down.

i've tried my best to bite my tongue.

i've listened to your shit for far too long.

you'll get what you deserve.

if you could, you'd go and marry yourself.

you're so vain.

when you open up your narcissistic mouth, all you do is let me down.

you think you're always right.

you think that you're perfect.

putting up with you was never ever worth it.

you're blinded by your own vanity.

reasons to live.

i'm gonna stay this way.

i hit rock bottom.

you picked me up when i was down on the floor.

you showed me how to love myself a little more.

how am i supposed to breathe when i feel this fucking weak?

you are the medicine to get me by.

you are the therapy to ease my mind.

you catch me every time.

numb.

i don't think i'm going anywhere.

i'm too numb to even care at all.

happiness is something i can't find.

there's gotta be something more than this.

i can't even run away.

act my age.

when did everything start falling apart?

where did all the time go?

thought those times would last forever.

better get my shit together now.

wish you were still around.

memories fade.

guess i'd better act my age.

nothing's making sense.

they say that youth is wasted on the young.

so sick (of missing you).

i'm so sick of missing you.

i don't know how we lost control.

you gave up on us.

without water, the flowers don't grow.

you didn't even notice me.

didn't know that you could be so fucking cruel to me.

it's not surprise that you just don't care.

you were never mine.

i tell myself that i'm getting better without you.

loving you is something that i don't wanna do.

[witherby]

Uncertain Home was so so so good! Absolute masterpiece! But I cant help but think about the rest of the Batfam's reactions when they find out about what happened. I just imagine that whenever any of the Batboy's are within range of Clark and Diana with Mouse, they just do that "Dont touch the child!" meme. This one if your not familiar with the meme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PKHiIyNbE0o Just imagining them just appearing out of nowhere like the gremlins they are ready to bitch slap and throw hands at anyone who tries to hurt their mouse again is so funny to me for absolutely no reason at all.

A masterpiece? Thank you so much, that's incredibly flattering!!

Oh, the rest of the family is pissed for sure! The day after you're brought home, Bruce gives them the run-down and shows them the little contract you two made, reiterating that while he's not happy about other heroes intruding on Gotham excessively, he isn't outright banning anybody from the city. You, of course, are reassured that your family welcomes and loves you with open arms, content in the knowledge that they would do anything for you.

Your brothers all exchange looks with each other and unanimously decide that Clark and Diana aren't allowed to come by for a while, unless it's a world-ending emergency or something similar. If they try, each one will back up Damian's initial threats with little add-ons of their own.

"Oh, Flittermouse is home so you've gotta go!" Tim smiles politely up at Clark, refusing to let him past the front door. "I think you should stay in Metropolis, actually, unless explicitly invited here. Wouldn't want my dad's contingency files getting leaked to the wrong people, like, oh I dunno, Lex Luthor or something! Just a little thing to think about...bye!"

Diana barely makes it past the perimeter of the city before Jason, wearing the Red Hood getup, intercepts her with a not-so-casual wave.

"Y'know I really admire you," he says. "You're from a whole island of warriors, which is so badass. Warriors like..."

And then he just starts name-dropping her sisters. One by one. And her mother. And then mentions how lovely the architecture of the buildings are, in explicit detail. And then wonders aloud how difficult it might be to breach said buildings, how flammable the material constituting them could potentially be, and by the way, how hot a fire has to burn before bodies get reduced to ash...

Diana leaves quickly, face pale.

If they do have to come to Gotham for an emergency, Dick has you practically attached to him by the hip. His demeanor doesn't emotionally change — he smiles politely and cracks jokes like it's any old day — but the arm that isn't supporting you is clenched into a fist, and he won't allow either of them within five feet of you. If Clark happens to brush up against him by accident, he finds out real quickly that the escrima sticks on his back aren't resting in their usual sling, but instead a lead-lined compartment because the ends have been coated in a thin layer of kryptonite.

Bruce, knows what they're doing. Of course he does, he's their father and the world's greatest detective. He figured they'd go to extremes like this in a heartbeat.

The only reason he hasn't stepped in is because he's done the same thing. Your auntie Diana and Uncle Clark aren't the only ones in trouble, after all. Uncle J'onn is just the only one smart enough to receive a threat and not push the envelope.

[mreowsu]

woke up to a multitude of notifs from the previous one, it appears to have been well-recieved. in return, here is a thank you from me :)

DRABBLES, ONESHOTS / itoshi sae x fem!reader

part one

It didn't take long for friends and family back home to hear of you and Sae's rendezvous in España, and boy are they not happy.

cw my writing. both are 14-15. profanities. itoshi rin appearance yay. fluff

wc 4.1k

The ride back to the academy dorms was uneventful, save for the occasional celebratory chatter from the boys' team. You had tagged along on their bus after the match—what? Belonging to the female Re Al team, how could they possibly refuse their up and coming female striker?

Seated a few rows ahead of you, Sae kept his usual quiet, earbuds in and his focus elsewhere.

Your phone buzzed relentlessly in your pocket. Notifications piled up, missed calls and texts flashing one after another. You tried to ignore it, brushing it off as hopefully post-game excitement and congratulatory messages to be passed to Sae for those that couldn’t reach him. But once the bus pulled into the academy grounds, the increasing persistence became impossible to overlook.

Everyone got off the bus, leaving you and Sae to walking side-by-side homeward to the dorms. Sae barely spared you a glance as you sighed and pulled your phone out, scrolling through the chaos. The screen lit up with an endless flood of notifications—mentions, retweets, likes—your feed practically bursting at the seams.

It didn’t take long for the stunt you pulled to spread like wildfire. With cameras and the media stationed all over the stadium, both you and him in your little world had been immortalized from all possible perspectives.

X (or twt?) was most especially on fire.

“Did y’all see the way she just touched his hair? 😭” “Japan’s prodigies or Spain’s new power couple?” “The power she holds. I’m in shambles. Goodbye.” “#Hair goalz” “Sae is so real, I mean, if I were to be sweating with people watching, I’d want to look my best” “I dunno if I wanna be him or her” “Guys, may I remind you all that these are 14 year olds??”—

You scrolled further, only to be greeted by memes that sent a fresh wave of horror washing over you. Screenshots of Sae’s faintly pink ears were captioned with things like, “Bros blush is heard around the world” and “BREAKING NEWS: Japan’s prodigy caught slipping.”

Your personal favorite (if you could call it that) was a photo of you brushing back his bangs, captioned:

“Y/N L/N, certified hairdresser for future world cup winner LMFAOOOO”

“Ugh,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Why do they have to make memes out of everything?”

Sae’s gaze flicked to your phone for a second before he returned his attention to the road ahead. “You’re surprised?”

You sighed, shoving the phone into your pocket. “No, but I can’t believe they got that angle.”

“They got every angle,” Sae replied dryly, his tone as flat as ever.

Your steps slowed as you neared the dorms. You pulled out your phone again, scrolling through the messages until you found one that made your blood run cold.

You paled.

Among the sea of notifications was one from your mother. Her text was simple yet loaded:

Mom: “Call me. Now.”

All thoughts of internet chaos evaporated as you stared at your mother’s menacing message. The bold lettering glared ominously at you through the screen, carrying more weight than it had any right to.

You groaned, slumping against Sae’s side with all the subtlety of a boulder rolling downhill. His body stiffened at the sudden contact, and his eyes darted toward you, a flicker of annoyance crossing his usually impassive face.

How had she even managed to make two words sound so menacing? “How did she even make it bold?” you muttered under your breath, staring at the text like it might explain itself. You held the phone up for emphasis, and for your companion to see. “Where did she get the bold font? Why is it in bold?” You cried.

He sighed, his lips pressed into a thin line of annoyance. “Maybe she just wants you to call her.”

“No kidding, genius,” you shot back, glaring at him for his unhelpfulness. “But it’s scary when it’s in the bold font.”

Sae rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath about your overreaction before leaning just far enough to escape your weight. “Just call her already.”

You groaned again, dragging yourself upright and glaring at your phone one last time. “If I don’t survive this call, tell her it was because of the bold font.”

Sae’s expression didn’t budge, but you caught the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes. “I’ll send flowers to your funeral.”

You shot him a glare, “very funny.”

Resigning yourself to your fate, you tapped the call button and braced for impact. The line barely rang twice before your mother’s voice burst through.

“You’re too young for this nonsense!” she started, her tone a mix of exasperation and concern. “You went to Spain to play football, not to… to… canoodle!! Do you know how many relatives have called me asking what’s going on between the two of you?!”

You couldn’t hold back a laugh at her tone, though you quickly tried to stifle it, but upon realizing what she just said, your face heated up.

“It wasn’t like that!” you protested.

“Then why does it look like that?!” she snapped back.

You groaned, running a hand down your face. “It’s just the media blowing things out of proportion. Sae and I are just friends.”

Friends. The word tasted bitter, foreign, almost hollow when it came to you. But were you guys really? It didn't quite fit the shape of what your relationship had become. It didn’t feel right—not with the way he always lingered just a little too long by your side, or the way your heart skipped at his smallest actions. Hearing the word friends, Sae would be lying if he said he didn't so much as feel an undeniable pang in his chest.

Neither of you said anything more, or lack-thereof, though. The moment passed like a fleeting shadow.

“Good,” she said, but her tone didn’t soften. “Now go find him. He’s not getting out of this.”

“MOM!” you exclaimed, your voice shooting up an octave in sheer disbelief.

“You’re in it together. If you’re getting scolded, so is he. That’s how teamwork works.”

“I don’t think that’s how teamwork works.”

“Don’t argue with me,” she snapped through gritted teeth. “Go find him. Now.”

You stared at your phone, utterly baffled, before slumping with an exasperated groan. “How does she do that?” you muttered.

Sae, who had been observing your side of the conversation with mild interest, raised an eyebrow when you lowered the phone.

“Well?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with curiosity. “Do what?”

“She sounds bold-lettered again,” you complained, gesturing dramatically at the phone. “Like, how does she make it sound like that? Bold and threatening all at once? Is this a skill all mothers have?”

“Maybe you should just listen to her,” Sae deadpanned.

You glared at him, jabbing a finger in his direction. “She wants—”

Just then, the unthinkable happened. Your mother, seemingly defying all odds and cellphones, suddenly went on speaker without warning, her voice ringing out loud and clear.

“I can hear him, let me talk to him now!” She demanded, the exclamation marks practically visible in her tone. “NOW!”

“—to yell at you too.”

You froze, and he blinked, looking at the device in your hand, utterly unfazed. “You know,” Sae began, his voice dripping with sarcastic sweetness, “I think this is a good time for me to leave.”

You turned to glare at him, pulling him back toward you with a surprising amount of force, making him stumble slightly.

“Get back here!” you hissed, your hand still gripping his arm as he tried to step away. “You’re not leaving me to face her alone!”

Sae, who had been halfway through his dorm, sighed. “You’re not exactly giving me much of a choice.”

But you weren’t about to let him off the hook that easily. With a determination, you pulled him back outside the room, holding the phone between the two of you as your mother’s voice filled the space.

“You both are in so much trouble!” Your mother practically shouted from the phone, her frustration evident. “I should’ve known something was going on when I saw the media coverage. I’m not having my kids make headlines for this!”

Sae, who had remained unfazed so far, leaned casually against the wall, his gaze fixed on you with an unreadable expression. “I didn’t make headlines. That’s all on you,” he teased lightly.

You blinked at him, caught off guard by his response. "What the hell do you mean? You literally walked toward me with a fucking spotlight on your head!" 

“WATCH THAT TONGUE—I’m not done with this nonsense!”

You shot him a warning look, silently begging him not to make it worse. But that only seemed to entertain him more.

“Look, I get it,” you said, speaking directly into the phone, trying to regain some control of the situation. “It’s not a big deal, okay? Like I said, it’s just the media blowing things out of proportion.”

“I don’t care about the media! I care about you two being sensible!” your mother’s voice cracked a little, clearly not impressed by your attempt to defuse the situation. “Now, Sae, you better not be leading my child astray. I want you both to keep your heads in the game.”

Without a word, you shoved the phone toward Sae, who had barely reacted to the situation. He shot you a look, you mouthed: ‘she’s talking to you’. You gestured dramatically at ‘you’. 

He stared at the device like it was an inconvenience, but eventually took it, his usual indifference in place. 

You were both just standing there, patiently, albeit strained, waiting in silence for the next round of scolding from your mother when a new, unmistakable voice entered the boxing ring somewhere in the background.

You both froze. Sae nearly dropped the phone, his grip faltering. You couldn't help but snicker at the rare look on his face. The last thing you expected was to hear that sweet but dangerously knowing voice—his mother, unmistakably. That sweet but unnerving voice was enough to snap him out of whatever bravado he'd been putting on. He looked at the phone as though it might bite him.

“Hi, Mrs. L/n, is my son on the line? I’d like to talk to him,” she said again, though the distance made it sound muffled, like she was halfway across the room.

Sae had managed to escape his parents’ wrath for a while, but that was about to change, and you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit victorious.

His brow furrowed, unable to mask his surprise. Sae ran a hand through his hair with a resigned sigh, clearly not surprised by the turn of events. "Of course," he muttered under his breath, the weight of it all sinking in. "My family would have contacted yours the moment they caught wind of whatever the hell the two of us were doing in Spain."

You raised an eyebrow at his comment, crossing your arms with a knowing smile. "Oh, so you knew this was coming?"

He looked at you with a dry smirk. "I mean, it's not like we were exactly being subtle, huh?" he added, his usual smugness creeping back into his tone. "It wasn’t my fault you decided to get all touchy in front of the cameras."

You glared at him with all your might, but your argument died on your tongue, clearly defeated. "Unbelievable," you muttered.

The phone crackled slightly, and then his mother’s voice came through.

"Hello?"

The both of you stayed silent, catching each other's staring before you took the liberty to answer. "Hello?" you greeted, your voice slightly uncertain.

"Ah, Y/n, so sorry for the sudden intrusion," Sae’s mother chimed in, her voice full of sweetness, but you knew carried a weight behind it. Locked and loaded, reserved to open fire only at Sae. "My son is always so unpredictable… He’s not giving you any trouble, is he?"

You couldn’t help but grin. “No trouble at all, I promise.”

There was a soft chuckle on the other end, but it didn’t sound entirely convinced. “Well, I do hope he’s keeping you focused. I did hear something about hairdressers…” She trailed off, clearly referencing the media frenzy from earlier. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I trust you to take care of each other.”

You blinked in surprise. The sudden shift from the playful teasing to genuine concern caught you off guard, but you did your best to play it cool. “We’re doing fine, really.”

“I’m sure you are, darling,” she continued, her voice warm, but there was an undeniable edge to it. “Just remember to keep your heads in the game. I want you both succeeding, not making headlines for nonsense.”

You glanced at Sae, who was clearly pretending not to listen. “Don’t worry, we’re focusing on football,” you reassured, a soft smile pulling at your lips.

“Well, that’s all I wanted to hear,” she said, her tone finally lightening up. "From you, atleast."

You raised an eyebrow at her words, catching the subtle jab aimed at Sae. You could feel his irritation radiating off him, though his face betrayed nothing more than a slight twitch of his brow. Smirking, you mouthed; 'you’re not off the hook yet.'

Then her voice came through the speaker again, calm but firm. “Now, darling, be a dear and hand the phone over to Sae. I’d like a word with my son.”

Your grin widened. “Of course,” you said sweetly, holding the phone out to him. “It’s for you.”

Sae sighed, his shoulders stiffening slightly. “Tell her I’m not here,” he muttered.

“Pretty sure she already knows you are,” you replied, shaking the phone for emphasis. “No escaping this one, superstar.”

He shot you one last glare. "You’re not gonna let me forget this, are you?"

“Not a chance,” you replied, your grin widening as he took the phone from your hands. “But hey, at least now we know what happens when you get too cocky.”

Sae let out an exaggerated sigh, clearly resigned to all this. His usual deflection didn’t work as well this time.

He lifted the phone to his ear, "Hi, Mom." He muttered, trying his best to sound nonchalant, but his posture had stiffened. He wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Don’t you “Hi, Mom” me, ITOSHI SAE!” his mother’s voice finally snapped. “What’s this nonsense I’m hearing about you two? Running around Spain causing a spectacle for the media, playing to their little games!?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head slightly. “So she’s got the bold font superpower too, huh?” you muttered mostly to yourself, but loud enough for also him to hear. The sheer power of that 'ITOSHI SAE' was like a force of nature.

His teal eyes hardened, shooting you a glare, his discomfort obvious, but you could tell he wasn’t used to this level of public embarrassment. His mother had always been a force to be reckoned with, but now she was using her bold-letter power on him too. “It’s not like that,” he started, his voice dry and flat. “We’re just—”

“No excuses, Sae. I’ve seen the footage. I’ve heard the rumors. You’re not going to get away with this one. Not while I’m around,” she interrupted, her voice unyielding.

You leaned against the doorframe, biting back a laugh as his mother’s voice carried through the speaker, scolding him in rapid-fire Japanese. Sae’s expression didn’t change, though his lips pressed into a thin line.

After a few minutes, he handed the phone back to you. “She’s done,” he said flatly, though the faint pink tint to his ears gave him away.

You took the phone, grinning. “She gave you the ‘focus on football, not nonsense’ speech, didn’t she?”

“She’s very thorough,” he deadpanned.

“Welcome to my world,” you said with a shrug, bringing your phone on speaker to bid your farewells.

Your mother’s voice came through the speaker, her tone still a little sharp. “Sae, this better not happen again…”

Sae braced himself, his expression turning completely blank as he muttered a weak greeting. “Hi, Ma'am.” He visibly straightened, his usual confidence momentarily chipped away by the dual maternal interrogation.

“Sae, behave,” his mother chimed in. “And don’t get each other in trouble. I’m trusting you to be the responsible one here. You should know better.”

Your mother didn’t miss a beat, her tone taking on a teasing edge. “Exactly. Boys are supposed to protect, not cause chaos. How could you let this happen under your watch, Sae?”

You shot a glance at Sae, his face betrayed none of the usual confidence, just a tense concentration.

You bit the inside of your cheek, suppressing a grin as Sae’s blank expression barely wavered, save for the faintest furrow of his brow. His mother’s voice, now layered with a hint of amusement, added to the jab. “Honestly, Sae, I thought you were more sensible than this. I expected better from you.”

You could almost hear the corners of your mother’s mouth curve up. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m taking care of it,” she replied with a playful note. “You know how it is with these kids—they think they’re invincible.”

Despite the constant jabs, you knew Sae wasn’t the type to let anything truly reckless happen—not to you, not to himself. If anything, he was the one who kept everything grounded, often steering things back on track. Yet here he was, taking the brunt of both mothers’ wrath, enduring their playful scolding like the stoic shield he was.

Sae sighed quietly, and you nudged his arm gently. “Hey, just look at it this way—you’re their golden boy, hm?”

Sae's teal eyes rolled a sideways glance at you, his lips twitching as though he wanted to say something but thought better of it.

"Well, Y/n.." His mother trailed off. “Please make sure my son is behaving himself. He has a tendency to… push boundaries when he thinks no one’s watching.”

You blinked, startled by the sudden turn of the conversation. “Uh, I’ll do my best?” you replied hesitantly, shooting a glance at Sae, who looked thoroughly unimpressed.

“And one more thing,” she added, her voice firm but tinged with an almost playful seriousness. “Don’t let him get away with anything when it comes to you. Don’t let him have his way, understand?”

Your face flushed instantly, the implication of her words hitting you like a freight train. “W-Wait, what—”

Sae, who had been silently enduring the conversation, finally turned his head sharply toward the phone, his ears turning a suspicious shade of pink. “Mom.” He interjected, his tone low and warning.

But his mother was undeterred. “Oh, don’t ‘Mom’ me, Sae! I mean it." Then, his mother released a sigh. “It’s just.. the two of you are out there in Spain... no one else can keep an eye on you. Be rational, okay? Don’t give us a reason to fly over there and check on you myself.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, despite the heat still burning your cheeks. “Noted, Mrs. Itoshi. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Sae groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Are you done?”

“For now,” she replied smoothly. “I’m just making sure things are in order. Y/n, thank you for putting up with him. You’re a saint.”

Sae muttered something under his breath, “unbelievable.”

You snorted. “Of course, Mrs. Itoshi. Someone's gotta bash him in his head from time to time.”

Even with his mom’s playful but pointed implication, you knew better. Sae would never do anything out of line with you, nor anything that would make you uncomfortable. For all his aloofness and sharp edges, he’d always been careful around you—attentive in his own way.

The thought softened the embarrassment lingering in your chest, and you glanced at him, his hand still dragging down his face as he muttered under his breath despite his irritation.

“But don’t think I won’t call again if I hear more nonsense.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle under your breath at the thought, but the tension didn’t seem to break on Sae’s side. He eventually muttered, “We'll do our best, Mom, Mrs. L/n.”

“Good,” Sae’s mom said firmly, a slight note of relief in her voice. There was a faint shuffling sound on the other end, like the phone being passed, until your mother’s voice entered the conversation. “I trust you’ll both be on your best behavior.”

You chimed in quickly, trying to get the conversation over with. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Itoshi, Mom. We’ll keep things in check.”

Your mother let out a hum of approval. “Good. And remember, we’re just a call away if you need a reminder.”

“Duly noted,” you replied with a nervous laugh, glancing at Sae.

With that, the call ended, leaving you standing there, Sae released an exasperated sigh and immediately dropped his shoulders in relief. You couldn’t help but laugh.

Sae shook his head, stepping back into his room. “Next time, leave me out of it.”

You smiled. Despite the scolding and the embarrassment, there was something undeniably comforting about moments like these—a reminder of home, even when you were miles away.

You were about to turn and leave when something inside you decided it wasn’t time to bail just yet. You stepped forward, casually walking right past Sae into his room before the door could fully shut behind him.

Sae froze, slitted eyes widening in surprise. “What—”

You shrugged again, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. “No reason. Just hanging around.”

Before he could protest, a sudden ring cut through the air. The sound was familiar, but louder than usual. You glanced at Sae, eyebrow raised, but his face shifted quickly from surprise to annoyance as he grabbed his phone.

“Who’s calling you now?” you asked, leaning back against his desk as he answered the phone.

At first, Sae’s face was unreadable, but then his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You could hear his voice, but just barely. You noticed and gave a slight smirk. “Guess it’s your turn for Rin’s wrath.”

Rin. The name was almost like a curse for Sae—he loved his brother, of course, but when it came to their sibling dynamics, it was always a bit chaotic.

You couldn’t help but lean in, curiosity piqued. Expecting his mom to be back on the line, you were caught off guard when Sae’s little brother spoke up from the other end.

“Hey, nii-chan,” Rin’s voice sounded loud and clear, filled with that usual mix of child-like wonder and boyish innocence. “I’m hearing things from the media again... What’s going on with you and Y/n? You two are seriously causing a stir.”

Sae’s face flushed even more, a mix of frustration and, if you were reading him right, embarrassment.

“You’re already hearing about that, huh?” he muttered, rubbing his temples.

“Of course I am!” Rin responded, completely unbothered by his brother’s apparent discomfort. “But seriously, are you two that close now? Should I be worried?”

You almost snorted at the lighthearted tone in Rin’s voice. It was all teasing, but there was an undertone of real curiosity—or maybe just a little bit of jealousy? You couldn’t help but smirk at how Rin always found ways to poke fun at Sae, no matter how far apart they were.

Sae didn’t answer right away, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment as he sighed. “Just... keep your nose out of this, Rin.”

You snickered at his reaction, walking closer and casually sitting down on Sae’s bed, still enjoying his discomfort. You decided to butt in, taking hold of his phone.

“Hey, Rin—”

“Y/n! What in the world are you two doing over there?” Rin’s voice came through sharp.

“Uh, playing football?” you tried, his sudden change in tone was something you weren’t expecting, but has anything ever went your way ever for the past day?

“You know what I mean,” he whined. “I can’t go five minutes without seeing some clip of you two looking… weird! People are saying stuff!”

You leaned back against the headboard, glancing at Sae, who had now propped himself up on one elbow on his desk, silently listening. “Rin, it’s nothing. The media’s just exaggerating.”

“Oh, really? Because it doesn’t look like ‘nothing’ when she’s running her hands through your hair, Sae,” Rin shot, his voice cracking slightly at the end.

Sae, finally engaging, sat up and snatched his phone from your hand, holding it to his ear. “What’s your problem, Rin?” he asked bluntly.

“My problem?” Rin’s voice grew louder. “My problem is that you two are over there acting all… close, while I’m stuck here dealing with everything alone!”

Silence stretched between them.

Finally, Sae sighed. “You’re being dramatic. It’s not like we’re having fun. We’re working, just like you.”

“You don’t get it,” Rin muttered, his voice quieter now. “You both left. And it’s… it’s hard seeing you two together there. Without me.”

Your chest ached at his words. Taking the phone back, you softened your tone. “Rin, we miss you, too. It’s hard for us here, you know that. But we’ll come back—this isn’t forever.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, though it sounded half-hearted. “Just… stop making headlines, okay? It’s embarrassing.”

You laughed, and even Sae’s lips twitched upward. “No promises,” you teased, earning a low groan from Rin before he hung up.

As you set the phone aside, Sae leaned back against his desk-chair, arms crossed. “He’s such a pain,” he muttered, though there was a faint fondness in his voice.

“Yeah,” you agreed softly. “But he’s our pain.”

“Whatever, I want you out of my room before dinner time. I have to take a shower.”

“Bleh!”

“💢💢💢”

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© 2025 mreowsu

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DP x DC prompt. ~“Unstable connection”~ Dead on main.

Part 13. Hungry Ghost Festival 2

or Unplanned Criminal Lord’s Vacation with uncle John.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

Part 8. Part 9. New: Part 9.1. Part 9.2. Part 9.3.

Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Meme break №1. Part 13.

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Jason looked at the phone screen and didn’t believe Danny has really decided to entrust his safety in the haunted lair to one drunk and unrequited Phantom.

He had enough. Jason jumped up and grabbed his helmet off the table.

‘Where do you think you’re going? Patrol’s coming soon.’ Tim took his eyes off the documents.

‘None of your business.’ Red Hood quickly found keys to a jet and ran for an exit. ‘Cass, while I’m gone, you’re in charge of the alley.’

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Demons, spirits, and ghosts swung around as if in a dance. And Danny, whom Jason easily spotted entering The Gambler’s Den, did not seem foreign at this festival of death. The red light gently illuminated his pale skin, which almost fused with color of his white kimono. The flowing fabric made his silhouette as blurry and elusive as most visitors.

One second without looking at the boy, and he was in the opposite corner, where the crowd were much smaller. VIP zone? Otherworldly creatures, deserving special treatment, were rarely friendly to humans. And Jason was tense about it for a moment. But after noticing waving with enthusiasm teenager, a man in white clothes rushed to respond to the gesture and a ghost with an eye patch sitting in the chair nodded to him, ringing with silver earrings.

Jason let his guard down a bit.

Another man in the black robe was not distracted by Danny. He threw the bones and glanced at them in disappointment. Then ghoul banged the table with fist. He rose, grabbed from a nearby bowl a mantou and bit. The next second his face was distorted by awareness and disgust.

He abruptly removed the triangle-shaped headband from Danny’s head and spat out a bite into it. Then ghoul fell to a floor. Well, nice carpets have softened it.

Jason shook his head, trying not to laugh at the strange situation.

At the same time, Danny boldly stepped over the fallen player and sat in a chair in front of the ghost in black and red clothes. The man began to demonstrate a technique of throwing bones, with continuous ringing after moving of his hands. Danny seemed passionate about this.

Constantine, who did not come with the Red Hood voluntarily, decides for the first time in the evening to speak out.

‘That’s weird.’ Constantine said with an intonation that spoke of his distrust of the situation.

‘What is it now?’ Jason took his eyes off the object of interest.

Fenton must be watched for his safety. Why did the warlock distract him? Jason completely distrusted Danny’s promise not to use his body parts as a bet.

‘His clothes.’ Constantine looked at the boy with discomfort. ‘Boy, are you sure your lover is alive?’

‘Don’t be rude. He looks great,’ said Jason ‘Maybe Danny wanted to dress up in a traditional costume.  And it's not polite to ask people if they are alive. He’s always pale in all the photos. ’

 Jason didn’t think costume selection was such a big deal.

‘No.’ Warlock shook his head ‘Kimono is Japanese national costume, not Chinese at all. And it’s on the left side which means your boyf..’ 

Unfamiliar to Jason spirit came up and patted Danny on the shoulder. The spirit and the boy bowed to each other.

‘I see.’ The puzzled expression on the warlock’s face is gone. ‘Your lover has interesting friends, Hood.’

 ‘Who is this guy? Explanation. Now.’ Jason barked irritably. Why did he always have to pull every word out of John?

‘Nurarihyon. Don’t be so nervous, he’s not dangerous to people. I just realized your boy here after a walk with Hyakki Yakko. Which explains the clothes.’ Сonstantine exhaled cigarette smoke and continued. ‘Your love doesn’t waste any time. In one evening, he met three ghost kings.’

‘Hyakki Yakko?’ Jason asked a lot calmer.

‘The night parade of one hundred demons when all of the yōkai, oni, ghosts parade through the streets.’ John shrugged his shoulders and shook the ashes off the cigarette into the nearest ashtray. It was also red and black. Warlock winced. ‘But your boyfriend feels like a fish in the water. Whoever his protector is, he is respected enough here. Let the guy have a drink and have some fun, he’ll be fine.’

‘God. Danny’s like a sheep in wolf’s clothing’ Jason sighed anxiously. ‘His parents are ghost hunters but he’s here as a plus one for Phantom, a ghost from Amity Park.’

‘More like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.’ Constantine muttered to himself. But when he saw a silver butterfly nearby, he decided that revealing other people’s secrets was not his problem. ‘I know who the Phantom is. Everyone has heard about Pariah Dark.’

Jason has not heard about him, but decided to keep quiet so as not to make a fool of himself. He will ask Danny about it.

Constantine took a brandy from the bartender. Then he took a big sip and looked at Jason. ‘You know, I always thought Little Red Riding Hood was incredibly stupid to let a wolf eat herself.’

‘What’s this about, Constantine?’ Hood rolled his eyes under the helmet.

And immediately he was glad that John did not see it. In the end, he helped him a lot not to scare Danny. Without the old man’s comments, he could have easily carried the boy away from the local ghosts on his shoulder like a caveman.

Jay didn’t want to spoil a first impression of a face-to-face meeting because of a kidnapping. Although, looking at how comfortable Fenton was among the nonhuman creatures, Jason doubted that Danny would have been screaming and panicking. But he wouldn’t be happy about being distracted from the fun. Hood shook his head in disappointment.

‘Nothing important.’ John brushed the silver butterfly off his shoulder. ‘You know, I’m in debt to the owner, so..If you don’t need my favors anymore, I’m leaving.’

‘Wait. Help me find Phantom.’ Сrime lord stopped him. ‘I need to make sure he doesn’t leave Danny here alone.’

John turned and looked at him as if he were terminally ill. ‘Phantom is in this room now. Only an idiot would have missed him.’ John spoke slowly and clearly, raising one eyebrow. ‘A conference of four kings. No joke. Stop poking around and messing up international relations, kid.’

Jason looked around the room again. ‘I don’t see him.’

‘Because you’re an idiot, kid’ John patted Jay on the shoulder and left. ‘Good luck explaining to Batman why you stole his jet.’

‘Heck.’

[323cutie]

heaven knows i should let go. | smg

pairing ୨୧ bff mingi x reader

word count ୨୧ 1050

genre ୨୧ angst <3 college au, a very quick burn but like in a bad way, clueless mingi and lovesick reader

warnings ୨୧ weed consumption at the beginning, i think thats it?

author's note ୨୧ whaddup something about bff mingi just gets me very upset. also ive been listening to so much tate mcrae.

You first realize you might like Mingi when you’re getting high for the second time ever.

It’s a dreamy, tingly realization. Calming and sweet. He’s trying to show you some stupid cat meme on his phone, struggling to get his words out through laughs. You don’t even pay his phone any mind, staring straight past the screen to his face. Colored in your LEDs, giggling so hard you know his cheeks hurt, he’s so pretty. His hair bounces and his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches and you think, distantly, you’d love to see him like that forever.

You feel the wave of something rose gold and tender rush over you immediately after, a shocking difference to the pale blue, platonic summer breeze that you usually feel when it comes to Mingi. This one is new, different, and just for him.

Mingi asks, “are you even paying attention to me?”

You shrug. Lean forward to find the cart on the coffee table. Listen to your heart pound in your chest. You say, “never.”

Mingi fake lunges at you and you try to pretend that getting him that close wouldn’t make your heart stop.

୨୧

You first realize you really do like Mingi when he’s telling you about his recent hookup.

In a desperate search for love that is evidently nowhere in plain sight (if there was a camera to look at, you would), he’s turned to Tinder and whatever weekend house party he can get to before midnight. You tag along to the parties, help him out with lines when he’s messaging someone new, gas him up whenever he clues you in. It leaves a weird taste in your mouth, something kin to mild irritation, but you always chock it up to the too-loud music or being on your phone too long.

It settles when Mingi apparently hits it off with someone.

“It was a really good date,” he’s telling you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the center console. “Like, really good. Going to the aquarium was a great idea, by the way. She loved it.”

You hum, offering a nod and what you think is hopefully a smile, instead choosing to look out your window like the houses passing by will make you forget everything that’s happened in the last ten minutes. Your heart pounds and aches in your chest, the stretch of a crack felt in your bones. 

Mingi says, “it was kind of like being on a date with you.”

You say, “what?”

He laughs and you can’t even bother to play along, staring at him blankly as he parks in front of a house that’s absolutely vibrating from the bass of a club song from 2013. “Relax,” he says. For once you’re thankful that he’s a little oblivious. “Just, like, chemistry. I was really comfortable. She said she was coming tonight so I want to talk to her again.”

Delusion might be getting the best of you, because despite the fact that he’s talking about someone else, all you can think about is a date with him. Similar to what you do now, just… the freedom to look, to touch, to hold. Your fingers itch and you swallow and Mingi gets out of the car, running around to your side to open the door for you.

Like he always does.

୨୧

You finally realize Mingi doesn’t like you in the middle of a fight.

It’s stupid. And of course he had to press – showing up to your apartment after another failed date and practically begging you to tell him what he’s doing wrong. Since that last girl he’s been hypersensitive about it. Every nerve in you is alight, telling you to tell him, just say it… you told him you were tired, and he should leave. He didn’t let it go.

Normally you’d appreciate the care and concern, but between the feelings you can’t act on and the struggle of school and work, you’re on edge. “I don’t want to hear about who you’re dating, Min. I can’t anymore.”

It’s so telling, and so obvious, and your entire body burns with embarrassment and fear. But from the other end of your hallway, Mingi furrows his brows. “Why?”

Part of it clicks here. Maybe you’ve just had enough. You stare at him and wish he hadn’t put all of the stars in your sky. “How…” you start, then release the breath you’ve been holding for what feels like years. Your fingers shake. “How do you not know how I feel about you?”

That reaches something in him, immediately walking towards you. “What do you mean?” Mingi asks, as close as he’s ever been to you. Your head hurts, and you wish he was this close in any other circumstance; right now, it’s suffocating. “How do you feel about me?”

The last of it clicks here. He’s pleading for answer but it’s not the one you can give him. This is confirmation, or begging for lack thereof, a plea to either keep it to yourself or lie to him. You swallow your nerves, take a deep breath, and make a third option for yourself. “Please don’t make me answer that, Min.”

Equally as telling as saying it out loud, your words make you feel like the world stops and shifts. Unfamiliar territory, an emotion you refuse to name shining through Mingi’s eyes and directed at you. Something you haven’t seen before. Something you know, even still. He murmurs your name and you shake your head.

And despite everything, you think it’s when he speaks that it’s glaringly obvious that something has changed between the two of you. “I’ll go, then,” Mingi says, but he doesn’t move. “I’ll let you…”

He doesn’t finish, and he doesn’t need to. You don’t say anything and instead direct your gaze to the floor like it might magically be fifteen minutes ago, or like Mingi might start saying the things you want him to. Things like how long and me too and it’s always been you.

You watch his shoes leave your frame of vision, then listen to the sound of you door unlocking, opening and closing. Close your eyes and hear his footsteps until they become distant. He’s never really left you alone before, not even on your worst days.

Huh, you think. Guess that’s his answer.

[fox-guardian]

[ID: Digital drawings of Carmilla Rousseau and Carmilla Smith on green backgrounds. Carmilla Rousseau is a black, mid-sized trans woman with medium-dark brown skin and long, thin, red locs pulled into a messy updo with one loc hanging over her face, and dimples. She has eyebrow piercings, snakebites, and ear gauges with earrings hanging from them, and is wearing red makeup, long red nails, and fake pointy ears and fangs. She is also wearing red and purple Victorian-style clothes with a corset and also a frilly choker. Carmilla Smith is a thin white cis woman with pale skin, fangs, long black hair with bangs, two red dots on her neck, and she is wearing red and black makeup, red earrings, and a fitted floor-length black dress with long sleeves, a plunged neckline, and a corset belt.

The first image is a full-body of Rousseau sitting down and smiling with her hand lifted up near her chest in a sort of half-wave. She looks relaxed.

The second image is a set of drawings of Smith. A full-body in the center, with her arms spread staring blankly at the viewer. Four busts surround her, showing her at different angles. The top two are fully colored are show her with more neutral expressions, while the bottom two are only partially colored in red and show her smiling.

The third image is a redraw of the "cooler daniel" meme showing Carmilla Smith labelled as "Carmilla" and Carmilla Rousseau labelled as "The Cooler Carmilla". Rousseau is drawn with round sunglasses as well as with silver cuffs in her hair.

The fourth image is uncolored and more sketchy and shows Smith yelling at the viewer and pointing at Rousseau. Smith: how is SHE the cooler one? She's not even a real VAMPIRE?! Rousseau, holding up two middle fingers, still wearing sunglasses: you're literally not even gay lol

end ID]

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FINALLY more characters from the lila and redd universe. MEET CARMILLA!! and.... carmilla. Carmilla Rousseau (the victorian one) and Carmilla Smith (the other one). now that they have last names i can tag them properly HEEHEE

Carmilla R is one of Lila's roommates and dearest friends, and is Not an actual vampire, and Carmilla S is the head of the vampire "support group" that redd attends once and she helps him with his new vampiric predicament.

[immortalmsmoon]

Could I get pls Ren Amamiya x fem!reader, who has problems with hanahaki? (It is a disease in which flowers grow in the lungs of the person you love, and you cough up flower petals and blood in one.)

I'm counting on you, I like your blog very much!!

Hanahaki

A/N: PLEASE I LOVE THIS?? I am so excited to post this this was so fun UGHHGGHH THANK YOU SO MUCH! Also i will be referring to Joker as Ren Amamiya in this one, hope that's ok!!

Ren Amamiya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Blood, Descriptions of Pain, a little sad, angst, mentions of heart break.

If i missed anything, please let me know!

Wordcount: 1,696

It was a beautiful day, truly, the sky a stunning shade of blue and the clouds fluffy pieces of cotton drifting in the wind. the sun had just begun to set, streaks of pink and orange and pale purple mixing in the the blue that would slowly soften, only to deepen once the moon rose.

The sky was pretty and all, but there was one thing that really stood out to you.

He looked so pretty, the pretty colours of the sky dancing off his glasses and pale skin, and he looked just ethereal. his hair, messy as ever, framed his face so nicely, and that charming smile was out as he spoke to your friends.

you had fallen behind the group a bit, but that didn't matter to you, not when you could look at Ren from where you were without being met with suspicious eyes.

You had liked him for what felt like forever, even though it had been just about a year. you had never said anything though. Not when he made it clear to his closest friends- You, Ryuji, and Yusuke,- that he heart only beat for Ann. it hurt more than it should have, to know that all you were to him was a Friend. But you supposed that was better than being nothing to him.

Your friends called to you from there places ahead of you, and you hurried over to stand by Ren.

"pretty, isn't it?" he murmured to you, Butterflies dancing in your stomach as he leaned down to you to ask the question. all you could do was nod your head in response.

The night ended after you and your friends watched the sun set, and you all hurried to quickly catch the last train before midnight. You and Ren were the last two of your group on the train, and you joked and giggled from your seats in the back of the train, showing each other meme's from your phones, and funny Tweets.

the train ride was short, and soon you were parting ways, waving to him from your door step as he walked off to Leblanc. You stayed on your front step until he was out of sight, and stood there even after he was gone, wondering, if maybe in another universe the two of you could be together, be more than friends. You were quick to shake your head. you had thought these thoughts before, and it only ended with you in a messy heap of blankets and tears.

in the light of the moon you sat on your bed, your face stained with tears. You knew this would happen from the moment you stood out on your front step. your head throbbed as you sucked in a breath, attempting to calm your breathing. something about the pain in your head was different, and it stirred a nauseating feeling into your stomach, and you were quick to stand up, which you quickly regretted.

you placed a hand on your head as you slowly made your way to the bathroom. Could it be the flu? maybe...but you felt fine just hours ago! you navigated through your dark house to your bathroom, and just as you passed the threshold of the door, you felt as if something had stuck to your throat.

you coughed, and felt little movement of whatever had wedged its self into it. you coughed a couple more times, and then finally you felt whatever it was in your mouth. it felt weird. smooth. soft. you spit it out into your sink.

Flower petals.

you had heard of this before. Hanahaki, a disease that sparked from unrequited love. Your thoughts traveled to Ren, his smile, his voice, his hair, and a pain found its way to your chest, right above your lungs. You coughed again, the stinging in your throat almost unbearable.

A dream. This had to be a dream.

Tears found there way down your cheeks, and you took in a sharp breath. You felt an anxious pang in your gut, and a saddend cloud fogged your head. You had known Ren didn't feel the same as you, and you had tried to live in ignorance, and force it from your mind. you spent your days pretending, wishing, that what the two of you had was more than friendship, even if he had explicitly told thats all it was.

A dream. You would go to sleep, and everything would be fine, right?

you ventured to your room, stumbling through the dark, but taking care to not wake up the rest of your family.

Weeks passed and it only got worse as time stretched on. The flower petals started to appear in a higher quantity, and with the flower petals came thorns and leaves. Your throat was sore, the white petals stained red from the blood that the thorns had drawn. Sometimes in the middle of the night, you sat in your bathroom coughing and crying, from the pain of a broken heart, and the stinging of your raw throat.

Today you were supposed to meet everyone. You didn't want to go, your throat so sore talking felt like a chore, but you did anyways.

Leblanc, the cafe Ren lived in was where you all met. It was nice, a rustic looking cafe with a warm and inviting enviroment. You hadn't seen everyone in weeks, you had been taking days off school, saying you were sick, or skipping because you couldn't bear to see Ren.

As you sat at the booth, sipping your drink, Ren slid in beside you.

"It's been a while, hasn't it? i've missed my best friend" he said, tossing you a teasing wink. A pang went through your heart, and you blinked hard, nodding your head, humming in response. You felt a heaviness in your chest as well, and you chose to ignore it. You took another sip of your coffee.

"So....I've been thinking...About Ann."

You felt your stomach drop, your chest tightening.

"I might ask her out"

You felt your chest tighten even more. He continued to speak, and you pretended to listen. Your chest continued to tighten....maybe it wasn't tightening because of what he said. You felt a pressure in your throat, a far to farmiliar. You coughed, covering your mouth, and stood up in an instant. Ren stood up beside you, his mouth moving, but you couldn't hear anything he was saying. Your ears were ringing, your throat sore, as you coughed in an attempt to push out the flowers crushing your lunges.

Chaos had erupted within Leblanc, your group of friends rushing to you, patting your back soothingly, and asking if you were ok. Ren had tried to rub your back, urging you to cough, but it had only made it worse and so you pushed him off. Having finally made it to the washroom, you slamed the door behind you and crahsed to the floor, hacking into the toilet. The petals in your throat felt thicker, sticker, and clung to the inside of your throat more than the other ones had. you continued to cough, feeling it sticking and slicing your throat. you coughed harder, some of your friends trying knocking on the door trying to see if you were ok. you ignored them, focusing more on coughing up the petals. You should have known this would happen. Being with Ren, Being near Ren, hearing his voice, everything about him hurt you, and in the end, it had only made this condition of yours worse.

You finally managed to cough it up. You could feel it in your mouth, scraping along your tongue and the roof of your mouth. a Flower. A full flower. Not just petals. You panted as you held it in your hand, staring at the flower, covered in your fresh blood. The knocking on the door and the calling of voices through it grew louder, and you opened your mouth to respond, but your throat had been scratched so much you didn't think you could speak. blood soaked petals clunge to your cheeks, blood dripping from your mouth and onto your lap.

The door burst open, you friends freaking out at your state. Ann came closer, her hand outstretched, but you moved away from her touch, the blood covered flower curshed in your hand, which caught her eye. her face filled with panic as she finally took in your full state, and let out a cry as she saw the blood coming from your face. you pushed yourself into the corner of the bathroom, dropping the flower, and wipping the blood from your face. it wasn't long before an ambulance was called.

Your doctor told you about it, well elaborated on what you already knew. You would cough up flower petals, more and more until it became a full flower. eventually, it would kill you. that was, unless you got it surgically removed. It seemed like the best option, but as usual, there was a price that must be payed. You would forget ever loving him. You would forget ever loving the glow of his eyes in the sun, and the softness of hands. you would forget loving the deepness of his voice, and the brightness of his laugh. It brought tears to your eyes. you had beat yourself up over loving countless times, but never, not once, did you ever want to forget the feeling of loving him.

But maybe it was for the better, Right? To let go, to move on. Maybe it would be better for you, maybe you would grow into a new person. It was a daunting feeling. You weren't sure if you were ready to let go, to face whatever you would have to without him.

People used to tell you that "Where flowers bloom, so does hope". it was something you mother said frequently, actually. you had lived by it for so long, clinging to the saying, telling yourself that if you lived your life by the day you would bloom too, and that hope and happiness would find its way to you.

You weren't so sure you believed that anymore.

[mushroommanstan]

Creepy Tenko part 5

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Part 1

Part 4

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A warm breeze hit you as the door to the Mexican-style café swung open, bringing with it an aroma of steaming plates and exotic spices. You smiled. You’ve always liked this place, so it’s all luck that your new friend would meet you here. Maybe Tenko will like it too! …When he decides to join you of course.

You didn’t mind leaving him in the car as he recuperated, him saying he’ll join you in just a sec, but you couldn’t help the doubt clouding your mind based on his tired appearance. You swear to god if he falls asleep in your car you’re actually gonna kill him.

“Hey! Over here!” A girl called, her wavy (obviously fake) blond hair bouncing with her enthusiastic motions. She was waving her arms around above her head like she was trying to get the attention of someone from space.

You walked over there, a few of her friends loudly guffawing at stupid internet memes. You swear to god even from that distance you could tell they were resembling a middle school cafeteria table.

None the less, you sat down, your comfy seat squishing under you as you lost yourself in the cafes natural atmosphere for just a moment. A moment that was interrupted by said girl tapping her nails on the counter obnoxiously, lips puckered as she pouted at you.

“Oh my gooood! What took you so long? We were like waiting for you for like forever!”

You chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah sorry, heh, I uh… got caught up. I actually-I hope you don’t mind brut I met this really cute guy and I invited him.”

Her expression dropped immediately. “Oh my god! Who is it? Is he hot?”

“He’s way hot. You actually might know him, he’s really cute but really shy and he loves Super Hero Advent-“

“Yeah yeah yeah” she interrupted, “but when do we get to meet him? I want him to be here when we talk about how you stood up t-“

“Oh there he is! Hey! We’re over here!” You called to your seemingly clueless new friend, his hood pulled over his head making him difficult to identify at first. But you’d recognize those ruby red eyes anywhere.

The moment everyone saw him, the men’s balls simultaneously disappeared and the woman’s smile dropped immediately. Dear god pleas me don’t let him be the guy you were talking about. There’s no way, right?

He formed a small smile when he saw you, making his way over to the table without taking his eyes off yours, and consequentially bumping into a few chairs and tables. He arrived, standing in front of you with his face still flushed from… actually you don’t think you’ve ever seen his face not flushed. Or, at least, not when he wasn’t looking at you. Cutie.

You got up, allowing him entrance to the booth and he sat down immediately, again not looking at where he was aiming and accidentally squishing his leg against the blonde next to him.

He mumbled a quick apology, again still looking at you, while you sat back down.

“Have you guys met Tenko before?”

All their faces were ghost pale. Any and all chatter between them stopped, replaced by rushed whispers and fleeting glances.

You looked behind yourself, then behind Tenko. “What?”

“N-nothing…” she gasped out, stuttering while looking at Tenko like he was holding her at gun point.

He scoffed, his face losing a little bit of its color as he was reminded of the situation he was in. He scoffed, pulling the hood further over his face, scratching his neck and picking up a menu.

The table was dead quiet apart from his scratching, the air so tense you could cut it with a knife. You sighed, looks like you’ll have to get the conversation going.

“So… what’re your guys thinking of getting?”

“A restraining order” one of them whispered.

“What?”

“Oh, uh… a hamburger…”

You snarked. “Uh, you do realize this is a Mexican place?”

The guy blinked in shock. “Oh, yeah, right.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking, returning to the menu in contemplation. “Hmm, yeah, I think I’ll have the chicken quesadilla. What’re you getting Ten?”

Ten? Did this girl seriously just call Shimura ‘Ten’? Did she have a death wish? What was happening?! God what the hells wrong with her?

Tenkos attention was brought back to you, the small smile returning to his face as he rested his chin on his hand. God you were beautiful. He can’t believe he just wasted precious viewing time over some stupid social anxiety. Those npcs can go fuck themselves, all eyes are on you.

He hummed, mimicking yours and stopped his scratching. His posture relaxed, a sight that made you feel more at ease as some of the crushing pressure was lifted.

“Yeah I don’t know. I’ve heard their shrimp enchiladas pretty good. Maybe we could share it? Something tells me you’ll be, uh, eating light.”

He gave you a knowing look, prompting you to smirk and jokingly slap his shoulder. The blonde girl flinched when you told him to shut up, backing away even more so from Tenko as if he was about to explode.

But instead he just laughed, a big, hearty laugh that broadened his horrific smile and made everyone at the table shiver. They’ve never seen him smile like that. What in the ever loving fuck was going on.

One of the guys cleared his throat, the shock fading and letting him remember himself. Whatever, he’s not s-scared of this weird assh-hole. If he thinks he can ruin everyone’s good time he’s got another thing coming.

He broadened his shoulders, straightening his back and puffing out his chest, composing himself. Seeing this the rest follow, their fear turning into annoyance and spite.

It’s obvious you don’t know who this guy really is. I mean, why else would you hang out with him?! They just need to get him to leave, you’ll thank them later.

“So… y/n, how long have you two… uh… known each other?” The blonde asked cautiously, eyes trained on Tenko, watching for any subtle movements.

“We’ve just met actually, we’ve maybe known each other for, what, a few days? But I’d say we’re still pretty good friends!”

Tenko turned to them, beaming. “Yeah! We’re friends!”

He stopped, face falling slightly in contemplation, a small moment that made everyone tense.

“I guess that makes you guys my friends to-“

“NO!” One of them blurted, almost as surprised as you were at what came out of their mouths. “N-no, no I d-dont think we’re friends.” The shrunk back further into their chair, trying to escape his shocked expression.

You glared at them like they’d just kicked a puppy.

“O-oh, yeah… right, yeah sorry, I uh… I got carried away.” Tenko laughed, hardly genuine. Both hands raised to his neck, scraping the skin harshly while the corners of his mouth twitched.

The sight pained you, and you felt the urge to embrace him in a big hug until he felt better. Instead, you rested your hand on his leg, causing his scratching to slow down as he was reminded of your presence. You smiled, helping him calm down as said hand raised to take his away from his neck.

But before you could the blonde took her drink and splashed it on him. He flinched, the ice falling down into his pants and causing him to yelp and scramble out of the booth.

“Whoops! Sorry, uh, there’s a bathroom over there. Better dry that off before it stains.”

Now, normally, Tenko wouldn’t give any shits about stains. But… this was his favorite hoodie. So he nodded, briskly walking to the bathroom as you stared in shock.

All of you waited until the door slammed shut and the lock clicked.

“What the hells the matter with you?!” You whisper yelled, fired up and ready to throw some hands if they don’t apologize.

“What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you? What the hell are you doing with fucking Shimura?”

You scoffed. “Relax, we’re just friends! God! What is he your ex or something?!”

She laughed mockingly, as if the very question was an insult.

“No he’s not my ex thank god! Do I look dead to you?”

“What?” The fuck did she mean by that?

“Listen. You have to get out of here. He’s dangerous. Cut off all contact with him and I’ll consider forgiving you for bringing that ‘thing’ to lunch. What, do you have a death wish? I-“

You interrupted her with your own mocking laugh. Tenko? Dangerous? Is she joking?

“Yeah, ok, he’s soooo dangerous. Seriously have you even met the guy?”

“HAVE YOU?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT HE-“

The door swung open and both of your mouths slammed shut. He sulked back to the table, his hoodie dry but not fully repaired. God, you hated how uncomfortable he looked.

Despite his previous seat, you instead offered yours, elbowing the blonde discreetly as you scooted down the booth. He took his seat silently, eyes facing the floor sadly.

You’d almost forgotten how uncomfortable they’d made him. It pissed you off, and you glared at them again. The blonde glared back, though you could see the way her eyes switched from you to Tenko nervously. You smirked.

“Hey Ten, earlier you were saying something about your new high score? How’d that happen?” You asked, his eyes lifting from his shoes to yours as he recalled the momentous occasion.

“O-oh, that, well… it’s not that big ‘a deal, you guys probably don’t wanna hear about it…” he mumbled, absentmindedly pushing around a dollop of salsa on his plate with a tortilla chip.

“Oh cmon, it’s a great story! I’d love to hear it again! I’m sure they’d love to hear it too! Wouldn’t you love to hear it?”

They said nothing.

“They’d love to hear it!”

Tenko took a sip of water, steeling his nerves, before he started mumbling the beginning of his tale. It took a bit, but with some encouraging nods and questions you were able to get him back to the way he was when you two were alone. Charming and enthusiastic, making sound effects and doing wild hand gestures as he lost himself in his own story.

You looked at him, hair bouncing, eyes bright without a care, a faint blush from excitement as he completely nerded out in-front of the bullies sitting with you, and you looked back at the girl in disbelief.

“Dangerous?” You mouthed sarcastically, looking at her like she said the dumbest thing ever. And she did, didn’t she? How could this little cinnamon roll hurt even a fly?

You could see she was starting to understand, they all were, that he wasn’t some serial killer and instead just a nerdy, special little guy. Finally, finally they relaxed, even going as far as to meekly ask small questions to which he happily answered.

By some miracle, the atmosphere changed, and soon everyone was engaging with him in his rants, laughing and smiling like they had forgotten all previous fears. Now you would never be able to tell that only just minutes ago were they cowering in fear over this goofball, finally letting go and seeing him for what he is, just a funny lil guy.

Tenko held back tears of happiness, so much positive attention overstimulating him in the best ways possible. He looked into their eyes and they looked back, this time without fear, and he had never thought of such a good feeling.

For once in his life, he felt accepted, and he never realized until then how much he yearned for this.

So of course something has to come along and ruin this happy moment. That something being, three masked men with guns rushing into the cafe.

“NOBODY MOVE! THIS IS A ROBBERY!!!”

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Bum bum bum, suspenseful music cue. You’ll have to wait a while till the next one probably.

Alright so I’m gonna level with y’all, this is not proof-read (like usual) because it has been sitting in my drafts for so long and I just wanna get it done… hope you guys like it, really sorry for the long wait

[ignalina-c0re]

WIP (folder) Wednesday

tagged again by the lovely @thegrandpineapple :x

How it works:

Post a screenshot of your WIP folder and then share some progress/snippets whatever you want to share about some of our WIP's (or all of them). The idea is to hopefully get people inspired to work on WIPs they maybe haven't worked on in a while or get others interested and asking about WIP's that look intriguing to them.

The SRP folder is a mess, so you get my notes instead, and P&P only has one (1) bit tentatively named "let's go up in flames" :,D

From smallest to largest:

The Glittering Curve of the Stars - A Disco Elysium paledriver AU Clegan, where the Buckies are piloting a cargo aerostatic through the pale, and things go very, very wrong halfway through the trip. John is extremely overexposed to the pale because of however many trips and years of working this job, and half of his memories aren't even his. Gale is his new rudderman, and he lost someone he doesn't remember having. Memories get muddy.

Footsteps echo in the wooden body of the gondola; they belong to John, who steps over to the gas panel, checking the values; they belong to the man stepping on to the flight deck, and John stares at him from the elevator wheel. He's his new rudderman, and they've never met before; they've done dozens of trips together, and John could draw the constellation of freckles on his cheek from memory. He's precisely drawn and beautiful, like an icon of Dolores Dei herself; he's precisely drawn and beautiful, and he puts Dolores Dei herself to shame. John doesn't know him, doesn't know his name; he always calls him Buck, and he loves him.

Peonies & Poetry - It's a Clegan coffeeshop AU I guess?? Bucky is a barista, a gym rat, and the world's worst English major, and Gale is a neurotic poet who is probably definitely on drugs. Gale is writing a cross between erotica and love letters to Bucky under a pseudonym that's so far removed from who he is in person that it's basically untraceable, until Curt Biddick and his dot-connecting superpowers happen, and then Bucky has to somehow deal with the fact that the married man so far out of his league it might as well be another universe that he's had a crush on for half a year wants to fuck him really bad, and a few thousand people have read exactly how he wants to fuck him in his latest book.

The Poet is indeed very pretty. Elegant might be a better word for it. He’s willowy tall, with long legs and a trim waist offset by wide shoulders, like a drawing from a fashion magazine. The severe lines of his ink black clothes mirror the severe line of his jaw, the sharp cheekbones and heavy brows. His features, in contrast, are delicately made: he has plush looking lips, full and almost too big for his face, were not the curve of them being so beautiful it’s like they were painted by the Old Masters with loving care; his eyes behind the silver wireframe glasses are the color of the sea on a sunny day, a little melancholy and a lot tired, dark circles almost like bruises under them. John wonders if he ever sleeps at all, or just puts himself on a shelf to charge, next to his sleek chrome laptop and sleek chrome phone, ready to go when his battery hits 100%, clothes still flawless and golden hair still gelled into artistically tumbling waves. 

Stall Recovery Procedures - my baby <3

A BuckyXBuckXRosie post-war happy-end creature where the three of them become airline pilots. It started as "what if i took the three prettiest men in mota, stuck them in the prettiest airplane in the world, and made them fuck, wouldn't that be fun" and now i have seven parts planned, so far 6k words about gale having a mental breakdown that's not even nearly done, three parts about john contemplating his unfortunate taste in men, an entire love letter to the lockheed constellation, one part for indulgent threesome smut with two paragraphs written where i compare rosie to a run-over frog, and this meme:

Pugachev's Cobra - Rosie POV of the entire story of SRP, a sort of overarching narrative I guess? All the other bits are just me elaborating on Cobra basically

Rosie, for his part, thought he was doing okay. After all, when was he not doing okay? He saw hundreds of comrades fall from the sky and he did okay, he trekked through no man’s land with a broken arm and did okay, he dodged bullets, rockets, flak and fists and he did okay, he saw piles of corpses and the gas chambers of Poznan and he did okay. 

Somatogravic Illusion - John POV of his and Gale's reunion after the Stalag, and their one kiss that ruined/saved them forever

Bucky touched the ghost of Gale on his lips, a motion more like drawing a cross in worship than it was just a touch. He knew that either he’ll take this to his grave, or this will be what takes him to his grave.

Holding Patterns - Rosie POV, my newest insane idea. Rosie starts a letter writing campaign to befriend John, and it ends up working a little too well. My big idea for this is that I'm going to make it a mixed media fic: I'm making the letters, and we get glimpses of Rosie's life and his late night phone calls to John inbetween

Graveyard Spiral - Gale POV, Gale is very much not okay post-war, leaves Marge, washes up at John's place because of course he does, and the two of them proceed to go on a mutually self-destructive bender lasting several months until Rosie turns up with an interesting idea...

He dreams that Bucky leans down to press his lips on his forehead, sweet and lingering. He dreams that Bucky peppers his face with with little kisses, each one a tiny flame, drying tear tracks, soothing the ugly bruise across his nose, igniting something, that then fizzes out into radio static and indistinct boozy numbness. He dreams that he tilts his head up and captures Bucky's lips with his own anyway. It's a chaste little thing, soft and fleeting; he feels Bucky smile into it.

Autokinesis - John POV companion to Graveyard, because I couldn't leave John's messy internal monologue well enough alone lmao

The war against himself, against the wholly inappropriate need to kiss Buck until he makes that sweet noise again, feels like it wages on for an eternity, and ends in a truce. John lowers himself slowly, and presses his lips to Buck's fever-hot forehead, a single spark of contact sending fire down the line until the entire system is an inferno; until he can't keep himself from ghosting soft kisses lower, over the bloom of the bruise, over Buck's lids drifting shut, over silvery tear tracks tasting of salt, over a day's faint prickling stubble. Buck tilts his head up slightly, and captures John's lips. It's the fuel tanks rupturing, obliterating every thought in John's head in a fiery explosion, save for I love you, I love you, good God, I love you.

Black Hole Approach - John POV, an exploration of how you move on after you and the love of your life destroyed each other. Set during airline pilot training, and includes a birthday, half a proposal, and lots of realizations

The chill winds that took up around September are bracing in a way that makes him not want to slip back into the blissful embrace of booze. Instead, he looks at the stars, picking out constellations that Buck taught him: Orion, Canis Major, Ursa Minor, Polaris winking at him like an old friend. When the sky is too cloudy, or his head is too heavy to raise, he looks at the landing lights, constellations on their own, guiding sailors home just the same: REIL, edge lights, center lights, steady and unwavering. They don't make him feel grounded, they make him feel tethered, a safety line back to life that won't let him float away into ruin.

CFIT - Rosie POV: had enough angst? Okay then, we're going out with a bang (literally). Or: the Buckies had enough of cautiously courting Rosie, and on a hot summer day in Bangkok, they decide to instead get him drunk and fuck his brains out. And then they live happily ever after <3

There is a short pause. And then a wolf-whistle from John. "Goddamn, Rosenthal. No wonder you flew like that." Rosie is so perplexed by that, he almost forgets to be embarrassed. "Flew like what?" "Like you don't need to compensate for anything. Although now I wonder how you fit into the flight suit. You sure you can handle him, doll?" Gale hums, tracing a hand down Rosie's front. He scratches into the dark curls of his pubic hair, teasing: Rosie can't help the soft moan escaping his lips, the pleasant shiver running through his body. He also can't help his damn nervous babbling. "Who flew like they compensate?" John stops his ministrations behind Gale, who looks back at him quizzically. The moment stretches on, motionless. Then Gale blurts out: "Brady." "Oh, Brady, definitely," agrees John immediately. He chuckles softly, and twists his wrist, earning a throaty groan from Gale. "Little John, always so agitated. Perhaps about his Little John." "You though, you took a B-17, and made it do goddamn ballet." Gale's eyes glimmer with wonder; it makes Rosie flush hot at the compliment. "Now we know how you managed that." Before Rosie can come out with more nonsense babbling, Gale wraps his long fingers around his cock and starts stroking him at a leisurely pace, never breaking eye contact. His gaze is dark and hungry and entirely focused on Rosie, like a lion staring at it's prey. Rosie's thoughts fizzle out.

This is entirely too long and I spent entirely too long making it orz

(I wrote the CFIT snippet just for this post please love me)

Come yell with me about my weird brain children!!

Tagging: @swifty-fox, @feyd-meowtha, @middlingmay, @wwasted no pressure tho :>

[blizzardsuplex]

Sunday Six (x2) + Last Lines Meme

(CW: ficlet has passing reference to physical domestic abuse)

Tagged by @naritaren and @fang-revives and @shes-a-voodoo-child. I didn't have anything I was in the process of writing so instead I asked @sequentialprophet for a bunch of flowers and wrote a (mostly) complete ficlet instead. Under the cut, etc.

Purple lilac -> first feelings of love || Bluebell -> constancy || lime -> conjugal love

When he was maybe 7 or 8, his mom took him with her to the supermarket (for once they actually did need milk). As she counted out coins at checkout, he'd browsed the newsstand offerings: the broadsheets themselves with their pages large enough to billow like a real cape when you held it behind you, the thin and rough feel of comic books, tabloids with loudly colored headlines he was apparently too young to read—not that he was much interested in anything but the pictures.

Surrounded by roughage, the actual magazine at the back shone even more in comparison. With clumsy hands he'd taken it off the rack, observed the glossy front cover from behind the thin plastic wrapping, top to bottom. In vogue: the boho wedding; under that soft purples are in!; under that the real star of the show, a pretty brunette in a loose white dress and pale purple flowers that he thought he knew but just couldn’t recall the name of woven through the waves of her hair.

"Planning to get married soon?" His mother from over his shoulder. 

"Not yet," he'd replied with the solemnity of a child who regularly saw things he didn't really understand. "I don't love anyone."

"Not anyone?"

Apparently he’d had no time for games. "Not like how dad loves you or you love dad."

She'd had to lean forward to read the words, too; the bruising around her eye wasn't visible thanks to time and makeup, but he knew it still bothered her. With his answer, though, she abruptly straightened. "You don't have to be just like us," she'd said, looking down at him with a smile that made him feel weird. "You don't have to get married at all if you don't want to. Now," she then said before he could ask what was wrong, turning, "let's bring the milk home before it goes bad, okay?"

Years later that memory came back. Rolling onto his back in what always felt like someone else's bed, he'd stared down at the floral pattern on the bedsheets he'd kicked off himself in his restlessness (a bad idea; the AC was as usual cranked all the way down). "Lilacs."

"I think those are bluebells, actually," yawned the woman lying beside him. "The saleslady said that. Don't you remember picking it out with me?"

He sidestepped the question. "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

"No. Don't worry." She threw an arm across his ribs, murmured against his neck. "You okay?" Her hot breath felt like a predator's finally catching up to their prey.

Yet he'd wanted to say something then anyway, to explain his thoughts or crack a dumb joke or simply ask do you even like bluebells? I don’t actually know. Instead, he'd done what he found himself doing constantly in this marriage: keep the truth in. Nod. Pretend to sleep and instead wonder if he'd been a sucker for always wanting this and still wanting it.

But that was now the past, no matter how clearly he could still remember it. In the present, the warm, muggy air smells bright with citrus flowers.

"Hey." A familiar hand passes several times in front of his face. "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing much," he replies, flexing the toes of his bare feet. It took him a while to warm up to it, but the feeling of crushed grass and sun-warmed dirt on his soles is grounding. The presence of the other person, though, is that twicefold, her fishtail solid gold braid in the sun.

As they stare up at the wild lime tree they'd gotten out of the car for in full bloom, the sound of the highway and airport and the world beyond this random idle plot of land seems so distant. "Just grateful about how everything's turned out." "That's good," his wife says—and means, and he knows she (like him with her) will always mean. "Actually, so was I.”

[cyclogenesis]

“No,” Hugh says. “You just looked lovely in the light.” He tucks his phone away and meets Ryan at the altar, joining him in the beam of golden sunlight from the church’s highest window. “Well?”

Ryan opens his mouth to say something, anything, but he can’t find any words, a rarity. He’s imagined this, specifically, in detail: the third act, his and Hugh’s characters standing together like this, facing each other, hands held between them. He’ll kiss Hugh here.

He wants to kiss Hugh here.

He wants to kiss Hugh now.

Not for the story. Not to rehearse. Because he wants to cup Hugh’s face in his hands, to feel Hugh’s arms around him and Hugh’s lips on his. Ryan wants that for himself, right now, and badly.

“Fuck,” he says, the flood of emotion making his voice waver.

“What’s wrong?” Hugh asks. He tilts his head a little, concerned. Ryan wants to pull him in, to kiss the creases at the corners of his eyes, to kiss his cheeks, his mouth. He wants to take his time, wants to strip him bare and touch everything he’s never been allowed to touch before. He wants Hugh’s hands on him everywhere, on his shoulders, his throat, his chest, his hips. He looks down between them and thinks about Hugh touching his cock and just the mental image of it fills his body with lightning, his blood sparkling, heart kickstarted. Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

When Ryan looks up to meet Hugh’s eyes again all he can say is, “Nothing. I’m fine. Sorry.” The lie feels terrible, but what the hell else is he supposed to say? I love you? I want you?

“Are you?” Hugh asks, frowning at him. “You look a bit pale. Do you want to just head back? I can drive.”

“Yes,” Ryan says, then, “No. I feel okay. Just jet lag probably.” He’s been here four days. “Or, uh, the altitude?”

“We’re not that high up,” Hugh points out, correctly.

Ryan meets Jesus’s eyes where he’s on the wall crowned with thorns and looking sorrowful about Ryan’s sudden interest in sodomy. Oh, let’s pull back from that one right away, fuck. “It’s my sins. Gotta be the sins. You know, it’s all this Catholicism.” He waves a hand around the space, gesturing to the church of it all. “It’s contagious. I’m going to start confessing things. Shut me up immediately, please.”

Hugh lays a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Say four Hail Marys and an Our Father,” he advises. “You should be good. And spend more time on your knees.”

Ryan is going to have a full-on heart attack.

“Praying,” Hugh finishes, grinning at him.

“God is watching you and He did not find that funny,” Ryan says, although it was pretty funny, if a little on the nose. “I’m fine. Come on, we have another church to look at and it’s harder to get to.”

showing great restraint in not just sending the whole entire fic

DVD commentary on this excerpt from The Co-Stars, A Romantic Comedy by Ryan Reynolds behind the cut for the meme, thank you for asking!! 🥰 I um talked a LOT haha *jazz hands*

“No,” Hugh says. “You just looked lovely in the light.” He tucks his phone away and meets Ryan at the altar, joining him in the beam of golden sunlight from the church’s highest window. “Well?”

Real behind-the-scenes info: my mind has been lingering on church/religion-related things since I had Wade and Logan to go The Cloisters in Now and Tomorrow. I wanted to do more with the idea with that fic but could not make it happen. And if there's one thing I do with aggravating-to-me consistency it's moderately to severely rip myself off, and thus this moment echoes Wade and Logan under stained glass light in that fic, one of them admiring the other. Whatever, it's pretty!!

I also think a lot about how light falls after 11 years of photographing myself for my vintage clothing shop and chasing sunlight/cursing shadows all the while, so that type of visual detail tends to pop up in my writing as I transcribe the unholy visions. Hugh photographing Ryan in this moment parallels Ryan photographing him earlier in town; they both find each other beautiful, is why.

Ryan opens his mouth to say something, anything, but he can’t find any words, a rarity. He’s imagined this, specifically, in detail: the third act, his and Hugh’s characters standing together like this, facing each other, hands held between them. He’ll kiss Hugh here. He wants to kiss Hugh here. He wants to kiss Hugh now. Not for the story. Not to rehearse. Because he wants to cup Hugh’s face in his hands, to feel Hugh’s arms around him and Hugh’s lips on his. Ryan wants that for himself, right now, and badly. “Fuck,” he says, the flood of emotion making his voice waver.

Because this fic was being written during a legendarily difficult time of my life writing it ended up being a real escapism thing for me and for that reason I had the hardest time getting to the Big Revelation. I just wanted to keep hanging out with them, you know? 😭 But it had to be this specifically - Hugh meeting him at the altar - and this is because something about Ryan Reynolds is that he has been a serial monogamist desperate to be lawfully wed since his mid-twenties.

26 and dating Alanis Morissette (an amazing joint Canadian slay), engaged after less than two years. They break it off after five years together, he's out with Scarlett Johansson like three months later. He's engaged to her after less than a year and they're married five months after that. I honestly can't think about that relationship too much because they're both so gorgeous it's like my brain is staring into the sun. They divorce mid-2011, he's out with Blake by that autumn, and the two of them are straight up married less than a year later. Jesus H. Christ.

So clearly very important to him that somebody put a ring on it, and I think the 12+ years he and Blake are in the midst of speaks to a need for that kind of commitment. And as a person who takes marriage very seriously, I think he could write a scene like this in a very theoretical way (helped along by a vast amount of repression) until he's actually right there, picturing it in this exact place, Hugh right in front of him like the last time Ryan did this with his actual wife and then it suddenly becomes very intensely real and inescapable because it's something he genuinely wants and has wanted and there's no way for him to look away from it. (Although he's still not even directly acknowledging just how serious it is! He still has to get there. Let's just focus on the kissing yeah that's it.)

“What’s wrong?” Hugh asks. He tilts his head a little, concerned. Ryan wants to pull him in, to kiss the creases at the corners of his eyes, to kiss his cheeks, his mouth. He wants to take his time, wants to strip him bare and touch everything he’s never been allowed to touch before. He wants Hugh’s hands on him everywhere, on his shoulders, his throat, his chest, his hips. He looks down between them and thinks about Hugh touching his cock and just the mental image of it fills his body with lightning, his blood sparkling, heart kickstarted. Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

A fun challenge with this fic was avoiding overt horniness up until this point, because my usual romcom vibe generally includes a lot of the POV character being down bad desperate for it. But Ryan here has just been down bad desperate for love, and determinedly not thinking about his dick at all, so the moment he thinks about kissing Hugh for real he's thinking about all of it, and it's been building up for years, man. And in a church! lol. lmao, even

When Ryan looks up to meet Hugh’s eyes again all he can say is, “Nothing. I’m fine. Sorry.” The lie feels terrible, but what the hell else is he supposed to say? I love you? I want you? “Are you?” Hugh asks, frowning at him. “You look a bit pale. Do you want to just head back? I can drive.” “Yes,” Ryan says, then, “No. I feel okay. Just jet lag probably.” He’s been here four days. “Or, uh, the altitude?” “We’re not that high up,” Hugh points out, correctly.

Extrapolating here that as a person with anxiety (who is also generally nice) Ryan is not much of a liar because it stresses him out and therefore he is unpracticed and horrible at it. And he would think that saying he's fine when he isn't is a lie, and why would he ever lie to Hugh about how he's feeling, or lie to anyone he loves. (The highest peak on Syros is 1,450 ft. It is not the altitude my guy.)

Ryan meets Jesus’s eyes where he’s on the wall crowned with thorns and looking sorrowful about Ryan’s sudden interest in sodomy. Oh, let’s pull back from that one right away, fuck. “It’s my sins. Gotta be the sins. You know, it’s all this Catholicism.” He waves a hand around the space, gesturing to the church of it all. “It’s contagious. I’m going to start confessing things. Shut me up immediately, please.”

Like the instant guilt at lying, and also suddenly having to deal with the Gen X reality of coming of age like riiiiiight before gay stopped being a junior high insult and sincerely loving women enough that he could put any even slightly gay feelings in a box and put that box away and happily and wholeheartedly accept and love the queer people he knows and never have to look too hard at why he thinks it's okay for everybody else but not for himself. Gotta be the sins! (Nothing to unpack there, move it along!) Also I think the sodomy bit is one of the funniest lines in the whole fic.

Hugh lays a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Say four Hail Marys and an Our Father,” he advises. “You should be good. And spend more time on your knees.” Ryan is going to have a full-on heart attack. “Praying,” Hugh finishes, grinning at him. “God is watching you and He did not find that funny,” Ryan says, although it was pretty funny, if a little on the nose. “I’m fine. Come on, we have another church to look at and it’s harder to get to.”

Cut to Hugh also in love with Ryan for longer than he'd like to admit to himself, single and ready to poly this cule, staring down the reality that he wants to join Blake and Ryan's marriage and has in fact discussed it with Blake extensively and the only roadblock is Ryan, who despite their every interaction and also having written an entire movie to kiss him, is still seemingly completely unaware that bisexuality is legal. Hugh has yearned and is still in the midst of yearning. He will allow himself a blowjob joke. He deserves it, for his patience and understanding. And because it was funny.

God I love this story so much. Thank you again for indulging me and asking! 🥰 I hope this was interesting haha.

[phatburd]

Title: The Marshal’s Court

Genre: Romantic Dramedy (In the style of Bridgerton)

Setting: The First French Empire, Napoleon’s Marshals as the central characters

Season 1, Episode 4: “Manners and Macarons”

Episode Synopsis:

The fourth episode of The Marshal’s Court turns the chaos dial up to eleven. Napoleon, fed up with his Marshals’ blunders at diplomatic functions and balls, decides to hire an etiquette instructor. The results are so disastrous they aren’t even shown on screen, but it’s implied that after two days of trying to civilize the group, the instructor quits and takes up drinking. Desperate, Napoleon asks Josephine to give them lessons herself. The A-plot focuses on Josephine attempting to teach basic etiquette and dancing to a group of very resistant (and occasionally hopeless) Marshals, including Lannes, Ney, Murat, Davout, Berthier, Augereau, and Bessières. Eugène is there too—no one’s really sure why, and even he looks confused.

Meanwhile, in the B-plot, Soult indulges his secret passion for baking, and we learn more about his hidden dream of opening a bakery.

The episode is a hilarious mix of historical fact, drama, and absurd comedy, with Bessimu shippers getting more hints, Murat struggling with his two left feet, and Augereau channeling his past as a dance instructor.

Opening Scene: Josephine’s Intervention

The episode opens with Napoleon pacing in his study, fuming as reports of his Marshals’ social blunders reach him. He bangs his fist on the desk and calls for an etiquette instructor, only for a footman to announce that the poor man has quit and left Paris altogether after two days with the Marshals.

Napoleon, ever the pragmatist, grumbles to himself and declares, “If I want something done right, I’ll have to bring in the only one who can control them—Josephine.” A quick cut shows Josephine arriving at the Tuileries Palace looking elegant and composed, ready to take on the impossible task of teaching the Marshals how to behave in polite society.

Fan Reactions:

Fans immediately buzz over the instructor quitting. The phrase “Two days with Lannes and Ney will break anyone” becomes a popular meme. Social media theorizes that Josephine’s entrance is about to elevate the dynamic even further, with some fans already anticipating a showdown between Josephine and Murat (who is clearly dreading the dance lessons).

The Dance Lessons: Murat’s Nightmare

Murat, as we know from historical accounts, never learned how to dance, and the writers make full use of this fact. The scene cuts to the grand ballroom, where Josephine begins her lesson by teaching the Marshals basic courtly manners, such as how to bow without knocking over chairs (a clear reference to a previous unseen disaster involving Lannes).

Josephine then turns to dancing. The camera zooms in on Murat, who visibly pales at the thought. “I’ve never had the time for this nonsense,” he mutters, but Josephine gives him a sly look. “You’ll need to learn how to waltz if you want to keep impressing European royalty.”

Murat reluctantly steps onto the dance floor, and the camera pans to Bessières, who watches with a mix of amusement and concern. As Murat fumbles his way through the steps, tripping over his feet more than once, Bessières steps in to help, offering him quiet, reassuring instructions. The tension between them is palpable, and Josephine watches this interaction with a knowing smile, but says nothing.

Fan Reactions:

#Bessimu shippers are fed in this scene. The quiet assistance from Bessières as Murat struggles creates waves across social media, with fans swooning over the subtle affection between the two. One fan creates a viral meme with the caption, “Bessières: Secret dance teacher, secret lover?” Another popular meme shows Murat tripping over his own feet with Bessières catching him, captioned “It’s called grace, look it up, Murat.” The fandom goes wild, convinced that Josephine is in on the secret.

Augereau: Dance Master and Former Pirate

Augereau, who historically worked as both a dance instructor and a fencing master, jumps into the lesson with gusto. He takes the floor confidently and starts demonstrating some more advanced moves, pirouetting and swirling dramatically. The other Marshals look bewildered, but Josephine gives him a bemused nod of approval.

At one point, Lannes and Ney share a glance and mutter to each other, “Wasn’t he a pirate once? Or was that just another of his tall tales?” The camera cuts to Augereau, who overhears them and gives a cheeky grin, saying, “I’ve worn many hats, but dancing is where the true art lies.”

Fan Reactions:

Fans adore Augereau as the unexpectedly graceful Marshal. A viral meme shows Augereau mid-pirouette, captioned “When you’ve defeated armies AND know how to nail a perfect twirl.” Fans also joke about his mysterious past, with some theories emerging about whether Augereau was, in fact, a pirate. The hashtag #PirateAugereau trends briefly as fans debate his murky background.

Berthier: Barely Conscious, But Competent

Berthier, as expected, looks absolutely exhausted throughout the lesson. Historically, Berthier was known to have worked for days with almost no sleep, and this is hilariously exaggerated in the episode. At one point, Josephine asks him to demonstrate a simple bow, but he stumbles forward, barely awake.

Despite his exhaustion, Berthier does have a clue about etiquette, having been raised at Versailles before the Revolution. When pressed, he manages to execute a perfect bow and a few elegant dance steps, but it’s clear he’s running on fumes.

Fan Reactions:

The fandom immediately takes to Berthier’s near-comatose state. Memes of him barely standing but still pulling off a dance move circulate, with captions like “When you haven’t slept in 72 hours but still have to look fabulous.” Fans appreciate the historical nod to his notorious work ethic and speculate that Berthier might actually need to sleep for once.

B-Plot: Soult the Baker

While the Marshals are stumbling through dance lessons, Soult is in the kitchen, indulging his passion for baking. Historically, Soult almost quit the military to become a baker before Napoleon’s Italian campaigns, and the writers take full advantage of this.

In a series of comedic scenes, Soult is seen meticulously preparing dough for macarons, explaining the delicate balance required for perfect pastry as if he’s planning a military maneuver. He refers to the kitchen as “his true battlefield,” and even Lefebvre drops in, raising an eyebrow and asking, “Why didn’t you become a chef instead of a Marshal?”

Soult replies, “Precision is key in both. You just don’t lose as many men in the kitchen.”

In the final moments of the B-plot, Napoleon himself walks into the kitchen, sampling one of Soult’s perfectly baked macarons. With a raised brow, he says, “I should send you to Austria with these. They’re practically a weapon.”

Fan Reactions:

Fans love the Soult subplot, and #SoultBakes trends for a second week in a row. Memes circulate with Soult in his uniform, meticulously icing macarons with captions like, “Conqueror of pastries, master of the battlefield.” Fans start clamoring for Soult to have his own cooking spin-off, half-jokingly demanding that the showrunners create a baking competition featuring all the Marshals.

Eugène: The Mystery

Eugène’s role in the etiquette lesson is puzzling to everyone, including the Marshals. He’s present, attempting to be helpful, but most of the time he stands off to the side, clearly out of his depth. Lannes and Ney keep exchanging looks, silently questioning why Eugène is even there.

At one point, Josephine catches him fumbling through a quadrille and sighs, “You’ll need to work on that, Eugène.”

Fan Reactions:

Fans are mystified by Eugène’s presence in this episode, echoing the characters’ confusion. Memes flood social media with captions like, “Why is Eugène here?” and “Eugène: The forgotten child.” Some fans jokingly speculate that Napoleon keeps Eugène around as a way to test his patience, while others are convinced he’ll have a bigger role later.

Closing Scene:

The episode ends with the Marshals lined up, bowing to Josephine one by one, each with varying degrees of success. Murat still stumbles slightly, but Bessières steps in to offer him a quiet word of encouragement. The scene cuts to Josephine watching them all with an amused smile, while Napoleon, lurking in the background, looks like he’s barely restraining his laughter.

Fan Reactions:

The Bessimu moment at the end is fuel for the shippers, with #Bessimu once again trending. One fan tweets, “Bessières: Here to rescue Murat from himself, one waltz at a time.” Fans are loving Josephine’s role as the Marshals’ etiquette tutor, with memes captioning her as “the real leader of the Empire.”

Teasers for Episode 5:

• Davout and Bernadotte’s rivalry reaches a new height, with tensions brewing over who will take charge of an upcoming campaign.

• Junot makes a surprise reappearance after being notably absent in Episode 4, sparking concern among the other Marshals about his mental state.

• The Bessimu ship gets another tease as Murat and Bessières find themselves in a compromising position during a royal banquet.

• Soult prepares a grand feast for Napoleon’s next big event, but will the stress of both military planning and perfecting his pastries be too much for him?

Fans are left eagerly awaiting the next episode, with social media flooded with theories about Davout and Bernadotte, Junot’s arc, and, of course, more Bessimu content.

[ultimate-shipper-blog]

Snippets of my 4th wall fic:

Jo was literally so confused. She was walking her dog around the neighborhood when her dog started barking and ran off into the woods dragging Joanna with him.

"PETE NO!"

He leads her to a clearing in the woods where there's a guy in a very strange cosplay. I guess it wasn't weird for people to cosplay in public but they are in the woods.

Pete runs up to the guy and jumps all over him. He's wearing a hellfire shirt and ripped jeans. She's seen better at hot topic.

She runs up to them embarrassed.

"Pete! Get off of him! I'm sorry dude I don't know what's gotten into him."

The guy gives her a strange look and starts to walk away. She still feels bad and decides to test her luck with the stranger.

"Woah Munson, cool gay pride shirt!"

The guy spins around glares at her. "What?"

"Oh sorry dude, it's this meme that came out when- WAIT actually I'm not sorry. Don't be homophobic in 2024 this is getting ridiculous, grow up."

"WHAT" random guy yells.

"Yeah dude times are changing keep up. Anyway...I'm gonna go." She should've known better than to talk to strangers in the woods. As soon as she starts walking he follows her. She starts sprinting until she's out of breathe, he's gaining on her.

"Wait!" He's yelling. "How did you know?! WAIT PLEASE!!"

He finally catches her and she falls onto her back covered in leaves.

She's hyperventilating and trying to get away from him. "Know what?!"

He's trying to stop her from struggling.

"Will you just- uh quit it- my name how did you know my name?"

"I didn't!"

"You did!"

"No! I called you Munson that's not your name!"

"Yes! It is!"

She stops struggling and finally focuses on him. He looks different than the actor obviously, but still distinct.

"No way." He eyes widen. "Eddie?"

"Yeah." He gets off her and puts some distance between them. "Do I know you?"

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She's walking around with Eddie trying to reach her house. She's trying not to freak out and she thinks she's doing moderately well.

There's a car behind them that keeps beeping until it pulls up next to them.

"Joanna." Ugh. Him.

"Hello Thomas."

"Jo! Don't call me that!"

"What do you want Tom."

"I'm just curious who your new friend is? You don't normally hang out with strange guys."

She stares at him until she's squinting. Then grabs Eddie's arm and walks in the opposite direction, flipping Tom off.

Eddie is laughing at her but he looks confused.

"That was cool kid, who is that guy?"

"First of all I'm a year younger than you so you can stop with that. Secondly, Tom is my neighbor. We were really close best friends until a couple of years ago. He changed. I changed. So is life. He still keeps an eye on me and definitely will snitch to my mom about this. I wouldn't worry about it. Hopefully we'll find a way to get you back to your dimension before dinner."

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She walks into family video listening to the chime of the bells drown out the loud thoughts in her brain.

Robin, or who she assumes is Robin is popping her gum when she spots her.

"Hi welcome to family video let me know if I can help you," she drones on, bored.

Eddie is behind her, still not understanding why this stop is important.

Jo is happy she runs up to Robin, definitely freaking her out.

"Hi!" Man could she be any louder.

"Hi?"

"Are you a friend of Dorothy?"

Eddie sputters behind her while Robin turns pale.

"W-What?"

"Oh! Don't worry! I am too!"

Eddie is freaking out behind her waving his arms and making sound effects.

"Jo! You can't just-"

"Oh relax, I just wanted to see if what transferred into canon was real."

Robin hasn't blinked.

"Um," Jo waves her hand in front of Robin's face trying to gage a reaction.

"Is he here?"

"Is who here?"

She giggles. It's exactly like the script.

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Hi! This is the fic I was talking about in my previous post :) I'll be writing a couple of new ones, some oneshots, hopefully this one is at least a couple of chapters I can see it turning into something big. This is purely fun and is what I think would happen if we could interact w characters. This will definitely be rewritten differently in the actual chapters.

Comment if you like this and think I should continue!

This fic was also inspired by the Eddie cosplayer who made direct eye contact with me during a Journey song playing at 80s night. Creepy. Wig was TERRIBLE.

[4dorks-1windmage-1shadow]

oooh ask game! vio and/or shadow? (obviouslyyy)

You didn't say which ask game you wanted so you get one of the ones i didn't do haha

2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod

Vio -

Perspective - Cafune

erase me - Lizzy McAlpine ft Jacob Collier

Noises - Pale Waves

Miasma Sky - Baths

Shadow -

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

The End. - AS IT IS

Kick Me - Sleeping With Sirens

LosT - Bring Me the Horizon

the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep – where they’re not supposed to

Vio - Public transit, as long as it is quiet enough and he is tired enough

Shadow - In a tree or some other place high up, because he is a fool and in most cases if he falls he'd be fine

the game they'd destroy everyone else at

Vio - Tetris or Dr Mario, some sort of speed based puzzle games. Also, card games but thats because he cheats and counts cards

Shadow - Rhythm games like Guitar Hero, DDR, and Just Dance. Also charades and improv games

the emoticon they’d use most often

Vio - : /

Shadow - >: 3c

what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep

Vio - total zombie, communicates exclusively in grunts and grumbles, thousand yard stare into the abyss

Shadow - either grouchy and irritable or loopy and cuddly, could be mistaken for stoned. There is no middle ground

how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump

Vio - Tea or coffee from his favorite cafe, a big book and a fluffy blanket, a comfy chair, and his room is locked and no one is bothering him for at LEAST a day

Shadow - garage jam session with pizza. He plays music until he's sore from it. Alternatively, he's vegging out on the couch, bingewatching anime or playing minecraft

their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.

Vio - Chamomile tea

Shadow - Caramel hot chocolate

what they wanted to be when they grew up

Vio - Librarian or author or archeologist or teacher or- (he couldn't decide)

Shadow - he wanted to join the circus LOL

their favorite kind of weather

Storming in the early summer

thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?)

Vio - His singing voice is somewhere between Lizzy McAlpine and carolesdaughter . He sings better when harmonizing with someone, otherwise he has a complete lack of rhythm

Shadow - He can scream/growl, higher singing voice. My voice claim for him is Patty Walters of AS IT IS.

how/what they like to draw or doodle

Vio - likes to draw plants, bugs, and birds. If he's doodling out of boredom, its probably animal patterns or flowers

Shadow - graffiti and silly emotes, memes. He has body safe markers to doodle on his hands and arms when he's bored, otherwise he is using whatever he can get his hands on (even if it's sharpies)

[blood-teeth]

Hi! I recently played your game and it's really good. I have read it one time but I am sure I am going to re-read it thousand times more. It's really interesting and I am looking forward to where it goes. Can you tell something about Althea?

hey there!! thanks so so much for sending in such a sweet ask !! <3333 i really, truly appreciate it!!

i LOVE Althea - she was the first RO that i had created and put together and actually she was the first character i had envisioned for this story, even before the MC

you get to meet her in chapter 3!! and i am so excited for everyone to meet this terrible woman. she embodies the meme "need head from a girl who is mean to me,"

althea is short, around 5'5", creating a height difference from just about everyone in the game. (the mc stands at 5'9" and the princess/prince is 6'0") her hair is a pale blonde, thick, and seen as often curled when she has the patience or just left in waves.

her eyes are cherry colored in one shift, pale pink in the light.

in truth, the mc has known her since birth, their lives tied so closely together as the mc's parents the Odotheus family, and hers, the Callaghans, worked inside the king's court as some of his most trusted scientists. somewhere, everything had gone wrong.

she smells warm. like the way the sun smells first thing in the morning paired with the smell of ink lifted off a page, the quietest corner in a library, candle wax and the scent that comes off a wood fire.

her touch stings. but it is only her kiss that can soothe.

[omarandjohnny]

MUSIC MEME!

Rules: shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and post the first 10 tracks.

Tagged by @first-kanaphan <3333333333333333333333

Used my yt 'wrapped' playlist for 2024, links included:

Sorcerer/Stevie Nicks with Sheryl Crow

Talk to Me/Stevie Nicks

It's My Life/Talk Talk

Head Over Heels/The Go-Go's

Just Like Heaven/The Cure

Deep Cut/Towa Bird

I am Eve/Mediaeval Baebes

Perfume/Pale Waves

Got a Hold on Me/Christine McVie

Joey/Concrete Blonde