#randomly feeling sad today for no reason

[butchreyes]

god i've had such bad writers block lately. which i guess in a way i anticipated would happen when i went back to school full-time, but alas. like today i spent an hour staring at a doc, knowing exactly what i wanted to convey but completely forgetting how to actually say anything.

[lady-luckk]

Can I get more magical girl content? I love magical girls so much :3

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ lights, glitter, action!!!

# pairings: yandere batfam x magical girl reader

# synopsis: you randomly fall out of the sky and into the arms of the batfamily. now you get to experience wacky adventures with them.

# warnings: this will contain dark themes such as obsession and possessiveness. if you are uncomfortable, please block me. viewer discretion is advised. minors DNI.

# notes: reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!

thinking of a drabble about a magical girl (aka you) who crash-lands—quite literally—into gotham, face-first into a rooftop during a red hood stakeout. your transformation sequence sparks brighter than the bat-signal, and jason todd immediately points a gun at you before you finish your glittery intro pose. “i am celestia radiant, guardian of purity and—” click “you’ve got three seconds to explain the sparkles.”

“do not shoot that sparkly person,” dick grayson says through comms, voice full of older brother exhaustion. “that’s not a sentence i thought i’d say today, but here we are.”

you insist your wand only “dispels negativity,” which doesn’t go over well when you try to boop jason with it and his helmet actually falls off. “what the—kid, that thing costs more than your tiara.”

tim drake attempts to scan you with his tech. the scanner explodes in pink glitter. he blinks. “great. now my system’s infected with lisa frank malware.”

“i can sense your inner turmoil,” you tell him, solemnly. “do you even sleep?”

“define sleep.”

“when your soul regenerates through restful peace.”

“yeah, no. i run on coffee, spite, and childhood trauma.”

damian challenges you immediately and calls you “a delusional pastel distraction.” you politely deck him with a glitter beam. alfred bandages him while muttering, “perhaps don’t insult people with projectile sparkles next time.”

you enter the batcave and gasps, “so much repressed emotion... this place reeks of unhealed trauma!” bruce walks out of the shadows and deadpans, “welcome to gotham.”

dick pokes your wand, curious. it responds by turning into a cat. neither of them say anything. they just nod like this is normal.

bruce finally sits you down and says, “are you a threat?”

“only to sadness, injustice, and tight schedules.”

“...”

you’re officially listed in the batcomputer as “magical girl (?) – harmless (???) – very pink (confirmed).”

after months of you showing up to “aid gotham’s bravest hearts,” the batfam starts developing a crushing, all-consuming soft spot for you—like an airborne glitter virus of affection.

jason is furious about it.

“they’re weird, they’re loud, and they smells like vanilla cupcakes!”

“you mean the vanilla cupcakes you keep stealing from them?”

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT.”

dick develops a habit of dramatically appearing next to you with his shirt slightly torn. “oops, must’ve gotten grazed again. guess i need magical healing?”

“you’ve got twelve band-aids on and none of them are real wounds,” tim whispers.

“don’t ruin this for me.”

tim claims he’s above it all. “we don’t even know what dimension they’re from.”

“your made them a custom batphone,” jason says.

“for tactical reasons.”

“it’s shaped like a heart.”

“tactical. heartline security.”

damian insists he feels nothing. "you’re a distraction." but when you calls him “gallant” after he saves a kitten, he literally freezes. the kitten escapes. he doesn’t notice. he’s still staring.

bruce has, very clearly, stated:

“i don’t care about you personally.” completely straight-faced. like he’s reading a grocery list. everyone heard it. everyone quotes it.

and yet… every time you so much as glance at something remotely out of budget, he’s already pulled out his black card.

“i’m just funding mission efficiency,” he says.

“that’s a limited-edition 40th anniversary magical cow figure from meow meow doki.”

“you seemed interested. we might need it.”

you mention wanting snacks once during patrol. the next day, the cave fridge is stocked with every brand you’ve ever casually mentioned.

“it’s for team morale,” bruce says, not making eye contact.

“you bought six flavors of celestial-themed ice cream.”

“they were on sale.”

you say it’s cold in your room once.

bruce upgrades the entire manor’s heating system by the end of the day.

“old wiring,” he says. “dangerous.”

over time it becomes apparent that they’ve grown an unhealthy attachment towards you.

whenever dick spots you, he clings to you like he can't bear to be apart. he’ll throw his arm around your shoulders with a grin, holding you a little too tightly. “did you miss me?” he’ll ask, leaning in just a little too close as he whispers in your ear. you can feel the weight of his gaze even when he’s not looking directly at you

jason has a habit of “accidentally” touching you. when you're walking together, his fingers will brush against yours, lingering just a second longer than necessary. he’ll give you a low, almost inaudible chuckle when you flinch. “i know you don’t mind,” he’ll say with a wicked grin, his hand remaining a little too close to yours.

tim loves to stand behind you when you’re busy, too close for comfort. you’ll feel his breath on your neck, his fingers lightly brushing against your back as he "casually" adjusts your chair. “just making sure you're comfortable,” he’ll say with a tone that feels like more than just a comment. when you turn around, he’s already walking away, as if he never meant to invade your space at all.

damian doesn’t shy away from showing his possessiveness. if you're out in public, he’ll stand a little too close to you, his presence always hovering just behind you like a shadow. sometimes, when you’re sitting, he’ll casually rest his hand on your knee, as if to remind you that you’re his responsibility. “stay close,” he’ll say, his voice unyielding.

bruce doesn't need to say much; his actions speak louder. he’ll touch your arm with a hand that's just firm enough to be a reminder. if you're sitting near him, he’ll make sure his leg brushes against yours, the slightest physical connection making it clear he's always aware of your presence. “are you comfortable?” he’ll ask, his gaze unreadable as if keeping you within his reach is the only thing that matters.

something that i've wondered was what people did during those long ass magical girl transformation.

imagine this: the city was in chaos. explosions echoed in the distance. the batboys were in the middle of a high-stakes battle against a villain whose name they still hadn’t quite figured out, but who was throwing around enough toxins and lasers to give gotham a new reason to be paranoid.

dick was leaping from wall to wall, trying to outmaneuver the villain’s henchmen. jason was head-butting a wall, making sure no one tried to flank them. tim was hacking into a control panel, eyes flicking between screens like a caffeinated squirrel. damian was already fighting the villain head-on, his sword clashing against their armor.

then, a voice crackled over the comms, interrupting the chaos:

“hey guys, be ready—i’m just finishing my transformation!”

everyone freezes. like someone hit pause on the action.

dick paused mid-flip, hanging from a ceiling beam. “wait—did they just say ‘transformation?’”

jason’s fist was raised, but he didn’t punch, staring at the comms like he’d been told the laws of physics were invalid. “they’re really doing this now?”

tim blinked. “are they seriously transforming? right in the middle of all this?”

damian, standing with his sword poised and looking perfectly ready to end the villain’s reign, sighed audibly. “this is… highly inefficient.”

but he didn’t move a muscle. not even to attack. he was waiting.

bruce, who had been silently observing the chaos and directing the others via comms, sighed too—his voice just low enough to avoid detection. “if we’re waiting, then wait. no need to rush this. hold positions. let’s see how long this takes.”

there was no mistaking it. he was as much a part of this ridiculous ritual as everyone else.

the villain, who had been watching the absurdity unfold, narrowed their eyes. “what are they doing? are they—waiting? are they—really pausing for a transformation?” the villain scoffed, clearly annoyed by the delay.

they pointed a glowing gauntlet at the group. “you’re all pathetic!”

but the batboys? completely unmoved. they were all still. all waiting. they were locked in place, every one of them silently enduring this ridiculous delay.

jason, gritting his teeth, turned to face the villain for the first time in a few minutes. “we’d love to keep fighting, but... you know. waiting on them.”

tim, flipping through some data on his wrist computer, half-checked out. “i’ll just optimize our schedule for the next one, but... they better have a good reason for this.”

dick was already making a list of things he could do during the wait. "i mean, it’s a whole process. at least we get a breather."

the villain, becoming increasingly frustrated, clenched their fists and began pacing. “no. i will not wait any longer!”

they leveled their weapon toward the batboys, preparing for an attack—but they didn’t move. everyone stood frozen—the batboys too disciplined to break formation, and you?

still getting ready.

there was another long pause. the villain shot a glare at bruce, who was calmly scanning the room, not even bothering to acknowledge the interruption. “are you all seriously letting this happen?” the villain snapped, voice rising. “i can’t believe i’m waiting on—”

and then it happened.

the unmistakable sound of sparkles filled the air. a soft chime echoed through the comms.

“magical girl transformation, initiate!”

dick’s eyes practically sparkled. “here it comes…”

jason let out a low groan, leaning back against a pillar. “this better be good.”

tim was frantically refreshing his mental list of everything he’d need to do to process this information later.

damian folded his arms and glared at the villain. “this delay better be worth it.”

there was a soft flash, a trail of glitter, and—there you were. in your full magical girl outfit, sparkling like a dream—the colors bright, the fabric catching the light, and your transformation complete in all its glory.

there was an awkward silence.

jason blinked, covered in what was still residual glitter from the earlier mishap. “okay, that... took a little longer than i thought.”

tim let out a long sigh. “i swear, the next time we’re scheduling this—everyone gets a 30-second limit.”

“done!” you announced, twirling dramatically. “let’s do this!”

bruce stared at you with a level of composure that barely hid his tiny sigh of approval.

“...now, we can continue.”

dick, ever the dramatic one, clapped. “absolutely worth it.”

jason just groaned and rolled his eyes, but the tiniest hint of a smile twitched on his lips.

“yeah, yeah, but next time, let’s maybe—i don’t know—not do this during a fight?”

the villain, now fuming, was clearly done. “this is your strategy?” they snapped. “you’ve got to be kidding me!”

they swung their weapon, clearly intending to take you down—but the batboys weren’t having it anymore.

in perfect sync, they moved, attacking from all angles.

you, of course, were already ready, using your powers to effortlessly counter their attacks.

the fight lasted all of five minutes after that.

once the villain was down, the batboys stepped back, eyes on you. jason let out a snort. “well, that was... something.”

tim raised an eyebrow. “maybe next time we make a better schedule for these things?”

damian just crossed his arms. “you’d think after all these months, we’d learn not to wait for their transformation.”

dick, flashed a smile. “what can i say? it’s worth it.”

bruce, just muttered, “next time, no delays.”

you, oblivious to their frustration and somehow enjoying the chaos, smiled brightly. “i’m glad you guys handled it without me!”

the villain, now completely defeated and embarrassed, could only mumble as they were carted off. “i cannot believe i lost to these people.”

and the batboys? they’d just endured yet another ridiculous chapter in their lives with you. but they all secretly agreed on one thing.

no matter how much it annoyed them… they’d always wait for your magical girl transformation.

[dokyumms]

so cover your eyes, i have a surprise

pairings: bf!vernon x fem!reader

genre: fluff, a lil angst

word count: 1.9k

cw: misunderstandings, mention of cheating, mildly suggestive at the end

a/n: another request done for 💌anon ! i feel like the king.... happy late bday to vernon and dokyeom? (it's literally march) creds to @issysh3ll for dividers

[14:08]

vernon was feeling sad, or disappointed, perhaps a mix of both.

it was already 2pm, and you hadn't mentioned his birthday at all.

to be fair, he never made a big deal about it anyway, so maybe he was at fault, but normally you went big about celebrations like this. whether it was him coming back from tour or your anniversary, you always treated him to something.

he wasn't greedy, right? it was his birthday after all... whatever, maybe you took his advice on not splurging on him.

but there's a voice in the back of his head, one that says you just don't care.

[14:45]

"what?! like not anything at all??" seungkwan nearly spits out his coffee when vernon explains his predicament, chan having to force a hand over his mouth and making him swallow before speaking.

chan, seungkwan, and him are all at a cafe after vernon texted their group chat "sos: cafe w the good americano"

sure, maybe 'sos' seems a bit much for this situation, but vernon was about to lose his mind.

"did you do something? maybe she's mad," chan suggests, swirling around his coffee with a mini plastic straw.

"well even if he did do something, which i don't think he has... i feel like at least a birthday text is mandatory? i mean from his own girlfriend" seungkwan says, quick to defend vernon, of course.

"you never know, she doesn't seem like the type to do this for no reason..."

"you've talked to her like maybe 3 times in your life-"

"okay, okay, just stop guys," vernon interrupts, "no, i haven't done anything, i think, but chan's right. she really wouldn't do this for no reason. there's no way she forgot- she was teasing my gift like a month ago," he says, recalling how she had randomly told him to be excited, flaunting her credit card around while he stared at her with a confused expression.

"has she been acting weird? or i don't know, distant?" seungkwan asks with a stern look. vernon's about to deny it, but then he thinks for a second.

the past three days he's asked to come over to your place for your weekly movie night, you've said no. not just a straight up no, you said you had work or something, he doesn't remember okay? but when he thinks about the situation a little more, he wonders if you were avoiding him.

"uh hyung? you good?" chan's waving a hand in his face.

"yeah, i just realized that she has been kinda distant lately, i guess" vernon explains, "but i don't know why? she's just been saying she has to work late and that type of stuff,"

seungkwan and chan both share a look before seungkwan says,

"you know that's something like- how do i say this- cheaters say?"

no one talks for the next minute or so. just complete silence.

"well i don't think he's saying that y/n's cheating," chan tries to relieve the situation, unable to read vernon's facial expression.

"no- don't- why would you say that?" vernon finally gets out in disbelief, all of the sudden looking the most frustrated he's ever been.

he doesn't say anything else, just getting up. "nonnie that's not what i-" and he's out the door.

honestly, he doesn't know why he left. they had a point, but maybe that was the problem, there was a chance they were right. why were you being so weird? it was his birthday, you hadn't texted him all day or come by to see him.

he takes off his beanie runs a hand through his hair, trying to ignore the sudden thought put into his mind.

[16:14]

"hmm, now that i think about it, she didn't say anything to me either!" seokmin says in realization.

it makes vernon somewhat relieved, knowing that he wasn't the only one who you'd avoided today. seokmin's closer to you than vernon's other friends, so it does seem weird that you wouldn't wish him a happy birthday.

vernon knows this isn't a good way to spend his birthday or seokmin's, sitting on his couch while trying to figure what the deal is about his girlfriend, and he honestly feels bad for dragging seokmin down with him, but you hadn't even replied to any of his texts. there has to be something wrong.

"you know who'd know?"

vernon shrugs but then comes up with someone right as seokmin is about to answer,

"jeonghan."

[16:55]

jeonghan doesn't look surprised to see them at his door.

"i was going to drop off your gifts later, but if you wanted them so badly, you could've just asked," he chuckles, ushering them in,

"hyung, that's not what we're here for," seokmin says as he takes off his shoes.

"so you don't want it?"

"wait, i didn't say that,"

vernon makes himself comfortable on the couch while jeonghan and seokmin bicker about the gifts for a little longer. he looks around the place before his eyes settle on some metal thing on the counter.

it's seungkwan's gua sha, and all of the sudden, he's remembering the conversation he had with him and chan earlier.

he's going to have to apologize sooner or later, but it would be worse if seungkwan was right. pulling out his phone, he looks through his messages with you from today, or more like with a wall. you hadn't responded to anything whatsoever.

finally, jeonghan and seokmin sit themselves on either side of vernon.

"okay, i know why you're actually here, seungkwan told me already." jeonghan starts, "he's not here right now because you seemed upset at him," vernon feels a pang of guilt go through him.

"you can't blame him for what he said. y/n hasn't been acting normal in the past few days and she forgets your birthday? i mean if you saw this happening to someone else what would you think?" ugh he was right, but vernon still looks at seokmin in hopes of him backing him up, except seokmin nods along.

"yeah, yeah, i get it, han. but you can't expect me to just accuse her of cheating without real proof."

"hansol, she hasn't even responded to any of your texts,"

"that still doesn't prove anything,"

"then let's go prove it," seokmin suddenly suggests. "let's go to her apartment and find out what she's up to." he gets up and walks straight to the door.

vernon sighs before getting up. he's scared, he has no excuse now. if he sees it, it's real, and that's been his fear this whole day. before he can walk away, jeonghan gets up and puts a hand on his shoulder.

"look, if anything happens, we'll all be here for you, okay?"

vernon nods and follows seokmin out the door.

[17:27]

vernon takes a deep breath and knocks on the door

knock, knock, knock

seokmin puts his ear up to it, listening for any noises like he's in some spy movie.

"someone's moving around in there actually maybe more than one," he comments, "they're getting closer," vernon holds his breath. 1, 2, 3- the door swings open, causing seokmin to nearly fall over since he'd been leaning against it.

"seokmin??" you ask loudly before looking up to meet vernon's eyes. he doesn't know what expression he's making, but he melts the instant he sees you.

"well, you both came earlier than i would've liked, but i guess i can't hide this forever," vernon swallows loudly, hide what? but you don't give him an answer, entering the apartment with seokmin following. when vernon hears him gasp audibly, he goes straight in.

he doesn't know what to expect, the sudden fear of seeing some guy he's never seen before spikes. but when he makes it through the door, it's nowhere near whatever he was thinking of.

the house is dimly lit, string lights hanging from the kitchen all the way to the living room. on the dining table, there's plates of food: pasta, pizza, fruit, you name it. in the living room, there's a blanket laid out on the floor with a couple of pillows with the tv in front of it turned onto netflix.

but more importantly, there are balloons floating, spelling out 'happy birthday 218 bros' and the whole of seventeen standing under it with one of them holding a cake.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" they all shout.

"holy shi-" is the only thing vernon gets out before him and seokmin are being surrounded by everyone. somehow, you manage to get ahold of him, giving him a tight hug, "i got you good, didn't i?" you say, smirking. he doesn't even argue against it, hugging you back tightly, "you scared me so bad, baby. i was going to have a heart attack,"

you laugh, "yeah, seungkwan and chan told me all about that," vernon looks around for the culprits. he sees them both looking straight at him with absolutely devious grins. "i can't believe that worked! we're such good actors!" they both high five each other.

"that's not fair! you literally accused my girlfriend of cheating and then made me feel bad about it!" vernon whines, still not letting go of you. "honestly, i would've thought the same thing as them if i was in this situation," you say, laughing again.

"when'd you get so evil? speaking of that, did jeonghan know too? he was still at his apartment when-" and as if on some very cliché cue, jeonghan walks in after being let in by joshua.

"i read you two so well! i knew you'd come to me," jeonghan boasts before mingyu argues, "didn't i suggest that?" and then more chaos commences.

[23:04]

after you finally usher a drunk hoshi and jun out of your apartment, you walk over to vernon. he's standing behind you, previously waving his goodbyes to the members, but now he's just in pure disbelief.

he can't believe he just got pranked by not only his girlfriend, but by his members, together. he swore you were never that close with them.

"happy birthday, babe," you tell him, giving him a kiss. "sorry for not texting you today, minghao suggested it," well, that makes some sort of sense.

"was this why you said no to movie night three days in a row?" vernon asks, wrapping his arms around you tightly, trapping you. "look, these lights took forever to hang up. i had to ask wonwoo and seungcheol to help me," you explain, looking up at the small bulbs of light.

"was it worth it?"

"hm?" you hum

"absolutely torturing me! i seriously thought you were cheating, but now that you're here, it's time to get my payback," he says, before taking his hands to your sides and tickling you. you laugh loudly as he tackles you on the couch.

[00:32]

now, you and vernon are in bed, somehow still awake, cuddling while he talks about his 'stressful' day as you explain how you planned it all.

"really? i can't believe i fell for that still," he mumbles, amazed by how elaborate your plan was.

"oh wait, i got you a gift," you say, sitting up. "what? y/n, seriously this was already way too much," he interrupts you, hugging you from behind.

"just let me go get it," you try, but his hold is too strong. "give it to me later, you've left me enough," he whines, making you roll your eyes, but you comply, relaxing in his arms.

"i didn't mean to scare you that much today, that's my bad." you apologize for what seems to be the hundredth time.

"stop apologizing," he says, turning you over to face him, "how about you make it up to me?"

"how so?" you reply. fingers already toying with his shirt before he just pulls it off. he doesn't answer, just looking at you for a moment before pulling you in for a hungry kiss that you both know will turn into a long night.

[belli5]

⌗ . ᵎᵎ ⸝⸝ Might go home early .ᐟ ೀMC⁷¹

╰ Synopsis Trying a viral prank on Mack saying you might go home early to see his reaction.

Tags/contains Fluff, Macklin Celebrini x fem!reader, nothing that I’m aware of, not proofread.

➺ from Sera, to you📨. I don’t know how to feel abt this lol 😋

masterlist ᥫ᭡ please reblog this fic if you enjoyed it! Please do NOT rewrite/repost my work anywhere else without permission!

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, his place smelled like clean laundry and something faintly sweet—probably the candle you picked out last week and insisted he light more often.

The TV was on in the background, playing some random movie neither of you were really watching, and you legs were draped over his lap as you scrolled through your phone.

He had one hand absentmindedly tracing patterns on your thigh. You could tell he wasn’t paying attention to anything but his phone.

You bit your lip to hide a smile. You loved moments like this. Quiet, easy, soft.

Ever since you came over today at his place, you wanted to try it on him, but you waited for the right time and now it felt like it was the right time.

He always acted chill, like nothing really got to him. But you knew better. Underneath the casualness and sarcasm was a heart that loved hard, and loved you even harder.

“Hey,” you said softly, trying to sound natural.

“Hm?” he replied.

“I think I might go home early,” you said, voice light but laced with enough sincerity to make it believable.

“What?” he asked, turning his head toward you.

You repeated it, keeping a straight face. “I think I might just head out soon. Go home early.”

The shift in his expression was instant. His brows drew together, and his whole body stilled beneath you.

“You don’t… wanna hang out?” he asked, and the way his voice dipped made your heart squeeze a little.

Trying not to laugh or ruin it too early, you said, “I just don’t wanna overstay or anything.”

“Overstay?” he repeated, now fully facing you. “Babe, you’re literally here all the time.”

“Exactly,” you said with a small shrug. “That’s why I was thinking I could just… head out early today.”

He blinked at you like you’d just spoken another language.

“You’re not serious.”

“I mean… kinda.”

He looked genuinely thrown. Not mad, but like you’d knocked the wind out of him a little. Like you’d taken his comfort zone and shifted the furniture around without warning.

“You’re not even dressed,” he pointed out. “You’re in your sweats. You literally said you were gonna make cookies later.”

You bit your cheek to keep from laughing. “Plans change.”

“Okay, yeah, but… are you okay? Did something happen?”

“No, I just…” you trailed off, pretending to look at your phone. “I think I’ll go home in a little bit. I’ve been here a while.”

He leaned back on the couch, staring at you. “That’s not a real reason.”

“Why do you care so much?” You asked, playing it off with a little smirk.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Because I like having you here. I thought you liked being here too.”

“I do!”

“So then stay.”

You tried to hold the silence, but the pout on his face was too much. His shoulders had slumped, and he looked like someone just canceled his birthday party.

His hand had stopped resting on your leg and was now gripping the couch cushion like it might help him figure this out.

You burst out laughing.

“What?” he said, clearly still confused but now slightly suspicious.

“I’m just joking.” You said, grinning.

He stared at you for a beat. Then blinked. Then groaned and dropped his head back against the couch dramatically.

“You’re the worst,” he muttered.

“You were so sad,” you teased, poking his side. “Like I just told you I was moving across the country.”

“Because why would you randomly say you were leaving early? That made zero sense.”

“I wanted to see if you’d care.”

“Of course I care,” he said, finally looking at you again. His voice was a little quieter now. “You’re my favorite person.”

Your heart did that fluttery thing it always did when he got all soft on you out of nowhere.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

(5) Milk Aisle - Lando Norris

<word count - 7191> |part 1 - Nerd|part 2 - Rumours|part 3 - So Special|part 4 - Something Else|

Lando resented you. He absolutely hated your guts. You had completely ruined him. He was miserable, wholly miserable. He spent the coming days sulking in bed, even skipping school on the Friday by telling his mum that he was sick.

Despite never really enjoying school, Lando wasn't one to ask to have a day off randomly. So, she let him, just this once. She knew it was something to do with you, but Lando never specified. A small part of him didn't want his mum or family disliking you, but he couldn't fathom why. 

Maybe it was because he still longed for you with every fibre of his being, but that was just a hunch. 

He didn't bother doing any of the catch-up work that he had missed, it didn't feel worth it to him. His mum had to talk him into going into school on Monday after a weekend of moping and sitting with his mind that was shrouded with the fog of his hatred for you. 

His mum drove him to school, and he went to stand by the lockers until the bell had gone for first lesson. His friends had texted to ask why he hadn't turned up to the track on Saturday, or to the park for football on Sunday, but he had left them all on read. 

It was weird to see them concerned for him, since they were so prone to taking the piss out of him. He appreciated it, but he didn't want to talk. Meanwhile, you had also spent your weekend in a stupor of sadness. 

You definitely regretted it in some capacity, but you were glad not to hear a word from anyone when you walked into school on Monday morning. You were still avoiding Lilly like the plague she was, but no one made any move to piss you off. 

Later in the day, you took yourself over to DT, where you knew Lando would be. You hadn't seen him all day, and you weren't sure if you wanted to or not. The guilt would eat you alive if you saw him. Well, if he was sad. 

For all you knew, he could have been going about his day acting as if everything was fine and he wasn't so hurt by the way that things had ended between you. But then you caught yourself as your inner monologue ran rampant. 

Things had ended? That made it sound like you were in caring, loving relationship. Your friendship was very caring, since the both of you were very considerate of how the other felt. Loving? That was a whole other matter to consider.

Neither of you knew what love in a romantic capacity meant, but whatever you felt for Lando was the closest thing you had ever had to it. He wasn't there when you walked in, which was slightly relieving. 

You sat at your bench, opening the cupboard underneath the desk to see everyone's work who sat at that desk throughout the week. And there was the piece that Lando had made as part of the bet that had started all of this. 

He still owed you a week of woodwork, and you still owed him a few maths homeworks, but you had given up on it, just like you had given up on Lando. The bell went that signalled that everyone should be in lesson, and Lando still wasn't there.

Your teacher took the register, but just as he reached Lando's name, the door swung open as he skulked into the room. He didn't look at you, or anyone else for that matter as he took his seat at his bench. 

"You're late, Lando," your teacher said, and Lando just sat there and looked at him. "Why?" he asked, and Lando's eyes darted around the room for a second, as if coming up with a reason why he was late. 

"I was with Miss Kennedy," he said, and everyone knew it was a lie. Miss Kennedy was your maths teacher, and you knew he wasn't with her because you had seen her go into the maths room and Lando sure as hell hadn't gone in too.

It seemed your DT teacher also knew that it was bullshit, but he decided not to press the matter any further. Once the register was done, he explain what you'd be doing today. You hoped you'd be doing 3D modelling on the computers or 3D printing - or at least something that didn't require too much technicality. 

But no, it was your absolute favourite thing to be doing. Woodwork. You had to stifle an audible groan while he went through what you'd be doing. The task itself was relatively simple, but that didn't mean you wanted to do it.

Your assignment for the next two lessons was simple: you had to make a storage box. A simple box with some sort of opening and slots for any types of items that you wanted in it. You didn't have long to design it, you just had to come up with some measurements, grab the supplies from the store cupboard once it was authorised and go for it. 

In the end, you quickly made a rough sketch of your flashcard holder. It was something you'd actually use, and you would actually try since it would be going on your desk and you'd have to look at it every day. 

You planned out 11 compartments, one for each of your subjects and went to the storage cupboard to get your supplies. For this lesson, you had your sheets of wood and the hinges in case you actually got onto finishing the lid of the box. 

Despite your hatred of the subject, you had to admit that you were quite good at it. It was probably the perfectionist in you, wanting to make everything exactly to size and make your stuff look professional, even if you had never made anything quite as perfect as what Lando and his dad had made you. 

Lando just sat at his bench, unmoving. While everyone else had pretty much finished sketching and had gathered supplies, he hadn't even put pencil to paper. Your teacher knew something was up. Lando and your DT teacher were like you and your maths teacher - as close as it was appropriate for a teacher and student to be.

Lando was the best at DT, so he liked him. So, to see him not even bothering to try made him worry. He wasn't going to push Lando, but he also didn't want anyone else to see him just sitting around and think they could also slack off or that he was playing clear favourites.

"Lando can you please at least sketch something? And then we can make it another day," he gently encouraged, and Lando didn't want to take his bad mood out on his teacher, it wasn't his fault. It was yours. 

Lando mindlessly sketched shapes on his paper before deciding on what he wanted to do. Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but spot you putting your hair up and pulling your apron on over your head. 

Goddamnit, why did you have to be so captivating to him? He was supposed to hate you for what you did, but why couldn't he? His eyes were superglued to you as you moved, marking out the measurements on your bits of wood. 

Trying to focus on the paper in front of him, Lando was finding it harder and harder to keep himself away from you. Plus, the way you were cutting your wood was far from safe. Your fingers were way too close to the saw blade, and he wasn't liking the way you were doing it. 

You were quick with the chopping so that you could make the cut as clean as possible, and you had neglected to notice the placement of your fingers. Every back and forth motion seemed to bring your fingers a centimetre closer to the blade, and he was internally cringing.  

He might not have liked you, but he couldn't watch you hurt yourself and just stand by and do nothing. Getting up from his seat, he approached your bench. "Hey, Y/N, don't chop it like that, you'll hurt yourself-" he started, but he was a few seconds too late. 

The hand that was sawing got caught, the teeth snagging in the wood. This caused your hand to slip, tilting the blade while still sawing. "Ow, fuck!" you yelped, dropping the saw with a clatter and clutching onto your fingers while droplets of crimson dripped down the side of your hand. 

Lando dragged you over to the sink in the corner of the room, turning on the tap and sticking your hand under the running water. "Stay there," he told you, darting to the other side of the room to get the first aid kit off of your teacher's desk. 

By the time he had gotten back, your teacher was inspecting your hand as red continued to gush out and you cried out in pain. It wasn't even that it hurt that much since the adrenaline was running, it was more the sight of the amount of blood. 

Everyone was looking at you, some people shielding their eyes from the sight of the blood trickling down onto the floor. Your teacher had his hands clamped over the injured fingers, hoping the pressure would stop the bleeding. 

"Lando, can you get the cotton wool out of the kit please?" he asked, and Lando was quick to pop it open and rummage through all of the different items. He found the big pack of cotton wool, pulling some out and passing it to your teacher.

He held it over the wounds across your digits, still trying to stop the bleeding. Lando felt like a bit of an idiot, just standing there and watching as more and more tears trickled down your face as the pain appeared to set in. 

He had seen you crying more than he had seen you smiling as of recent, and it broke him. He couldn't even put a hand on your back to soothe you, or hold your other hand in support. All he could do was watch. 

He didn't want to risk you pushing him away, not again. Lando at least let himself pull out a tissue from the first aid box and offered it to you. You took it with a small smile and a whispered thank you, the feeling of your fingers brushing together sending jolts of electricity through both of you.

Dabbing at the tears on your cheeks, your teacher asked Lando for the alcohol wipes from the box. "This is probably going to hurt, but I need you to just bear through the pain, OK?" your teacher said, and you held your breath in anticipation. 

Pressing the wipe to your sliced fingers, the pointed sting instantly seeped into the wound. You let out a sharp hiss of pain, your face scrunching up in agony. Without thinking, you grabbed Lando's hand and squeezed it for dear life, just to take your mind off the soreness.

There was no way in hell that he was pulling his hand away from you, instead he was glad that he could offer some semblance of support for you when you needed him. He could see that your hand was shaking as your teacher wiped the red off of your fingers, droplets still sliding down your hand. 

"Y/N, I think you need to go to the nurses office, OK? I'm going to have Lando take you," he told you, and you nodded. "Hold this on your fingers," he told you, pressing more cotton wool over the open wounds. 

Swapping to hold your hand with his free hand, Lando placed his other hand on your elbow in case he needed to quickly grab onto you. If you were going to pass out, you probably would have by now, but he didn't want to take that chance. 

No words were exchanged as you walked down the corridors, and you were focused on ignoring the pain and keeping the cotton wool clamped down on your fingers. Lando wanted to talk to you, to tell you that you were going to be okay, but he didn't want to overstep his bounds. 

And he was repeatedly reminding himself that he is supposed to hate you, not want to make you feel better. He was meant to enjoy your pain for some sadistic reason, but he felt that the mental justification of that didn't really align with any form of moral values. 

Eventually, the two of you arrived at the nurse's office, and Lando took his hand away from your elbow to knock on the door. You heard a muffled 'Come in!' from the other side of the heavy wooden door, and Lando opened it to usher you inside. 

He stepped in behind you, taking a firm grasp of your hand again. The nurse looked between the two of you, her eyes landing on the hand that you were covering with the cotton wool as she looked at the redness still partially dribbling from it. 

She was waiting for your explanation, but when you didn't offer one, Lando piped up. "She sliced her fingers on one of the tenon saws in the workshop, we haven't seen how deep they are but there's a lot of blood. She's still got all of her fingers, we don't need any sewing back on," he said, his attempt at making a joke falling flat. 

"OK, sit down, dear," the older lady told you, patting the bed in the corner of the room. Lando led you over, helping you shuffle on without the aid of your own hands. "You can go back to class now, love. Thank you for bringing her," she said to Lando as he kept hold of your hand for a few more moment. 

After offering you a final squeeze of reassurance, Lando released his grip and took a step back. Just as he reached the door, he heard your voice. "Lando?" you said, his name sounding heavenly coming from you. Your voice was rough from crying, and something about it worked for him. "Thank you," you said. 

"No problem," he nodded, taking himself out of the room and slowly walking back to the workshop. Once he got back, your teacher went up to him. 

"Is she OK?" he asked, and Lando just shrugged.

"I don't know, the nurse sent me away before she looked at her hand," he explained.

"Did you see what happened?"

"She was sawing through one of the pieces of wood for her container and her fingers were way too close to the blade. Her hand slipped and the blade caught her fingers," he told him, your teacher sighing.

"OK, thanks Lando," he said, walking off to observe the other students in the class. Glancing over at your desk, Lando saw the nearly chopped pieces of wood that you were doing, and something in him was compelling him to go over and finish it for you. 

He didn't want to, since he didn't want to be doing you anymore favours. But he also couldn't just leave it sat there, barely started. With a huff and hurling internal insults about himself for being weak, he took himself over to your desk. 

Your saw blade had blood on it, and he sure as hell wasn't using that. Your teacher spotted it and took it away for sanitation, leaving Lando to get another one from the tool cupboard. The bit of wood that you had been cutting was completely wrong after your hand slipped, a full slice through the surface.

He looked at your sketches and redrew out the dimensions on a different piece of wood, before taking it over to the bandsaw to cut it quicker. He didn't know why you didn't opt for that instead of the hand held method, but he was glad you hadn't. You definitely wouldn't have had fingers if you had slipped with that machine. 

Lando was quick with cutting the pieces up, getting ready to sand the edges and glue them together. He also saw the small tin of white paint on the desk, now seeing the full picture of your final creation. 

From a distance, your teacher saw Lando redoing your project for you and smiled to himself. He knew that Lando had made your previous work that you had turned in, it was obvious. There was no one with the precision or meticulousness like Lando, and it was clear who had done the work.

He found it admirable that the young man had put so much time and effort into the things for you, so much so that he couldn't even be mad. He watched as Lando picked up your pencil and made some amendments to the designs, as well as adding in some extra stuff that he knew would make it even better. 

In the meantime, you were still sat in the stuffy nurses office. The bleeding had slowed down, and the cuts on your fingers were deep, but not so bad. They may leave faint scars, though. "Is that young man your boyfriend?" she asked, and you knew she was just looking for something cool to tell the other teachers in the staff room later. 

"No, no. We're... friends." you said, the word tasting bitter on your tongue. It was all your doing, and maybe if you hadn't pushed him away, you could have been saying that he was your boyfriend. 

"Ah, 'friends'," she teased as she cleaned up the dried blood from around the wounds. You didn't respond, you just let her wrap each finger in some soft bandages. "Keep these on for a couple weeks, if they come off you can come back and I'll refresh them, OK?"

"OK, thank you," you nodded, taking yourself back to class with only a few minutes left of the lesson. As you walked in, you saw Lando at your bench, painting the pieces that he had recut for you. 

"I was... erm... sir did this... I was just painting them..." he stuttered, and your teacher smirked from behind him. 

"No, no I didn't. Lando did the whole thing," he chuckled, watching as his face turned red. 

"Thanks Lando," you smiled, admiring what he was doing. Every piece looked like absolute perfection, and he was even taking such precise care in the brush strokes he was using for it. 

"Anytime," he mumbled, putting the wet pieces on the window sill and going over to his own desk again. He didn't think you'd come back from the nurse's office before the end of the lesson, so to see you walk in before was nothing short of embarrassing. 

He didn't want you to think that everything was fine, and he was still pining after you. He didn't want you to know how much he still wanted you, and how much he always would. Yet here he was, doing your work for you when you had hurt yourself. Helping you when you had hurt yourself. 

Lando felt like an idiot. A big, lovesick idiot who didn't know what else to do but chase after the one girl he had ever had feelings for. He was desperate for the the bell to go so that he could leave, so that he could get away from you.   

It had dawned on him that he'd have to see you in maths, but he would be taking himself off to his reinstated desk in the back of the class, not the front row slot that he had once been so happy about having. 

Miss Kennedy had noticed his move, but she didn't say anything. She had noticed that the quality of his homework had slipped, and the next test that you had wasn't boding well. Whenever she walked around class when you were all working, she noticed that he barely got past the first few questions. 

She was hoping that his sudden brilliance wasn't just a short term thing, but she couldn't be too sure. Lando knew that you'd be there first, so he took it upon himself to be late yet again. He went to sit on the back row, not even paying attention to the new stuff you were being taught. 

Once you had been set off doing more practice questions, Miss Kennedy made her way to the back of the class. "Lando, can I have a really quick word with you after class?" she asked, and it wasn't like Lando could exactly say no. 

He thought he was going to get told off for the sudden deterioration in the quality of his work, but he wasn't in the head space to care. "Yeah," he nodded, going back to pretending to do the questions that were on the whiteboard. 

Everytime he looked up, he saw you firing through the maths as you always did. He didn't like seeing your bandaged hand, knowing that he could have stopped it if he had been quicker with telling you. 

Deep down, he knew it wasn't his fault, but he still didn't like knowing that he could have prevented it if he wasn't so caught up in his own head. You were just resting it on the table, since it was painful to do anything else with it at this moment in time. 

You were just working through the maths to try and take your mind off of your hand and Lando. It hurt, that was a given, but seeing Lando so miserable hurt a hell of a lot more. In many ways, you wished that he was just going about his day like normal, just so that you could confirm the theory that he never really cared. 

Yet, seeing him so miserable almost proved the opposite. He had to have cared to some degree, and it made you hate yourself even more for what you had done. He had even been doing your DT for you, again. He had made them perfect for you like ha always did. 

Although it felt cruel to go to him and say that you wanted to forget what you had said to him and just go back to being his friend again. It felt a little too far gone for that, and it was your fault. Completely your fault. 

Miss Kennedy went through the answers to the questions, before telling you all to make sure that you revised for your test. She let you go on the bell, but you took extra time to pack up since you pretty much only had one hand. 

It was a struggle, and Lando wanted so desperately to go over to you and help, but he stood his ground and waited at the back of the class. The tension in the air was thick, and it felt like the walls were closing in on you as you felt Lando's eyes on you from the back of class. 

Miss Kennedy was also watching, and you kept dropping things in your rush to leave the stuffy room. Slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you bolted out of the room and into the flurry of students in the corridor. 

As you left, Miss Kennedy closed the door behind her, closing herself and Lando off from the rest of the school. "What's going on with you, Lando?" she softly asked, leaning against the door.

"Nothing." he curtly answered, itching to leave the room so that she wouldn't ask more questions.

"Your work in class is slipping, your homework is going downhill, and I can nearly guarantee that you're not going to smash tomorrow's test like you have been doing recently. What's gone on?" she pressed, and Lando was trying to come up with a lie on the spot. 

"Just stuff at home..." he mumbled, suddenly panicking that they may call his parents to ask what was happening and that it was effecting their son. Miss Kennedy stayed quiet, as if still pushing him to say something. 

"It's just stuff with Y/N, nothing major." he said, leaving his confession there. 

"Trouble in paradise?"

"If that's what you want to call it," he scoffed, knowing that things between the two of you were never paradise. You were always nearly there. You teetered on the precipice of happily ever after and a sick sense of doomsday. Yet, doomsday had gone from being close at hand to his every day state of mind.

"She's good for you, Lando. You do miles better when she's sat with you, and she actually talks to the people around her when you're there." Miss Kennedy told him, and it was hardly like he didn't know it already.

But, hearing it from someone else and out loud instead of in his own head, it somehow hurt more. It was like he was being forced to accept that you were better together than you were apart, and it was like tearing open the already shakily sewn together wound. 

"Yeah well, apparently I'm not good for her," he sighed, keeping his head down and walking out of the door. There was no use in Miss Kennedy stopping him, since she knew that was the best she was going to pull from him.

If Lando didn't want help, then he wouldn't let himself be helped. It was as simple as that. 

But, as he walked to his lockers with his eyes focused on his feet, he heard voices. He felt a strange sense of deja vu creeping up on him. He knew Lilly was there, and he wasn't putting any money on who she was talking to.

"See? The second you gave him even a shred of hassle, he was out of there. Do I get an apology now?" she said, and he could see the sneer on her face in his mind.

"No, Lilly. You get no apology. You don't deserve an apology. You don't deserve anything." you said, your voice giving nothing away. If Lando wasn't so annoyed at you, he would have found your stubbornness impressive. 

"But I was right, wasn't I? You're left being all by yourself, and now the smartest girl has been labelled at the dumbest for ever thinking she had a shot with Lando Norris." she continued to tease, and Lando couldn't tell if you were on the verge of tears or slapping her. 

He had said the exact same thing to you, but it sounded so much worse when she said it. He didn't mean it, not anymore. He may have in the moment, but he didn't believe it for a second now. And he knew Lilly did.

"Lilly, what has to happen for you to realise that you're going to walk out of these doors and be nothing. Everyone will remember you as the bitch who had nothing better to do than put other down because she wanted to make herself feel better." you started, and Lilly's eyes flashed with something unrecognisable. Hurt? No. 

"Oh please, I'm the-"

"No, I'm not done. When it comes to our highschool reunion, one day in the future, you're going to be nothing. Maisie might be doing music, since I'm sure you're awfully jealous of the fact that her talent is beyond anything you could ever have. I'll have gotten the best damned grades I can get and I'll be working some badass job just like I'm meant to."

"And guess what, you're not going to like this one. Lando will be with someone who isn't you. Because he doesn't like you. He'll never like you. No one will ever like you. No one here does, and no one will if you keep on destroying other people just to make you loathe yourself a little less." you finished, closing your locker and walking away from her. 

For once, you had rendered Lilly completely speechless. Lando stood still out of sight in the silence, unable to ignore the slight sense of pride that he was feeling for you. He walked past her to his own locker, and he was waiting for her to say something. 

"Erm... Lando?" she started, and he had never seen her so timid. This felt like the most genuine version of Lilly that he had ever seen, but he wasn't going to trust it. "Would you... maybe want to grab a coffee with me or something on the weekend?" she asked, and he had to use a lot of willpower to not just laugh in her face.

"Take the hint and fuck off, Lilly." he said, retrieving everything out of his locker and walking away. He had rejected girls before, and he had always felt bad about it. This time, he felt nothing but some weird sense of joy.

He liked being the one in control of situations with Lilly, because it gave her a taste of her own medicine. But he'd rather have you back. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd rather have you back. The satisfaction of going that to Lilly was incomparable to the joy he got when he was with you.

All he could hope was that she was now going to just leave him alone so that he could carry on with his life. Without Lilly, without you, just how it was those few fateful weeks ago. 

It was weird how everything had gone down over the past few weeks. He had gone from not talking to you ever, to talking to you all the time, to not, to being back at it, then practically strangers. 

Two people whose paths crossed momentarily that were now leading away from each other again. He couldn't quite tell whether he preferred his life before or after, the more he thought about it.

He had been happy before, without a care in the world. He was floating off the ground as he let the breeze of his youth carry him through life. Yet, with you, he was flying . He was soaring in the clear blue skies without  a cloud in sight. But now, it seemed like there was a permanent blanket of clouds hiding away the sun.

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The following Saturday, your mum had dragged you out of the house to go on the weekly shop with her. You hadn't been shopping with her since you were at least ten, but she wasn't taking no for an answer today. 

All you had to do was watch as she checked her shopping list and navigated the aisles to find what she needed for this week. It was one of the most dull things you had done in a long time, and you would've done anything to be at home. Or anywhere else. 

You were snapped out of your daydreaming about more exciting activities when you heard your mum scoff to herself. You watched as her eyebrows knitted in slight frustration. "Love?" she asked, looking over at you. 

"Yeah?"

"Could you run to the bread aisle? I've accidentally picked up brioche rolls." she asked, and you just took the rolls out of the trolley and tried to find your way back to the bread aisle. You look at the signs over your head, eventually finding it, of course, at the very end of the supermarket. 

Putting the rolls back on the shelf and looking for the ones you normally got, you could've sworn you saw a familiar flash out of the corner of your eye. Curly brown locks- no, no it can't have been. Lando's family were millionaires, they shopped at Waitrose. Not Tesco.

Anyway, shoving that thought to the back of your mind, you collected the right bread rolls and went to track down your mum, wherever she was. You heard her talking to someone as you approached the dairy section, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. You were going to be stuck here for a long time. 

But, when you turned the corner, you nearly froze. Lando's mum. Your mum. Lando. All three of them were stood there, in conversation. Well, Lando wasn't talking, but your mothers sure as hell were.

Dropping the rolls into the trolley, Lando avoided your gaze. You hoped you wouldn't have to chip into the discussion, but your mum soon ruined those hopes. "Y/N, you didn't tell me you knew Lando," she chirped, and you saw the glint in both Lando's and his mum's eyes. 

You all knew what was going on, but you had to play along with the charade anyway. "You didn't tell me you knew Lando," you countered, sending daggers towards your mum.

"We met at parents evening, I just never knew the two of you knew each other," she responded, and you wanted the floor to swallow you up. Before you got another word in, your mum piped up again. "Why don't you two go and get yourselves a table in the cafe and a hot chocolate or something?" she suggested, and none of you could come up with a reason as to why it wouldn't be a good idea.

You just sighed and started making your way over to the in-store cafe. You didn't check to see if Lando was following, since you had to come up with something to talk to him about. Or you could just sit there in silence until your mums finished shopping. 

Spotting a table in the corner, you sat down and Lando sat opposite you. You couldn't think of anything to say, something to strike up a conversation with. Lando felt the same, except for his feelings were a bit more obvious to him. 

He was annoyed, to say the least. Fate had brought you together, yet again - even when it knew that you kept on throwing your endless vaults of spanners into the works to break it all down again and again and again. 

As you fidgeted with your hands on the slightly sticky wooden table, Lando noticed the fresh looking bandages around the fingers that you had nearly sliced off. "So... how are your fingers?" he asked, and you tried to maintain eye contact as best you could and failed miserably. 

"Oh, they're doing OK. I had to go to the doctors to get them glued so that they could heal better, but they'll be OK. Scarred, but OK." you explained, and Lando felt a pang of something in his chest. You were perfect, far too perfect, and now you were going to be scarred because he wasn't quick enough to help you. 

But there it was again, that self blaming for something that truly wasn't his fault. He couldn't help be concerned, even if he kept telling himself over and over again that he hated you. He hated you for what you did to him, how his brain reacted to you. 

He hated the butterflies that fluttered to life in his stomach every time he saw you. He hated the electricity that sparked through his veins whenever the two of you made physical contact. He hated the way your smile would light up his world like the sun. 

Most of all, he hated the way he still wanted you. If you were willing to push it all aside and even just be his friend again, he'd take it. It was better than nothing. Having you as a friend was a hell of a lot better than not having you at all. 

"Well that's good," he nodded, desperate to bring up if you could be friends again. He would be your friend in secret if that's what it took. He could still drive you home, spend time with you on the weekends instead of in school.

"I'm getting a drink, you want one?" he asked, standing up from his seat and trying to read the menu from the distance you were at. He knew his mum would scold him if neither of you had a drink, or if he hadn't at least offered to get you one. 

"Could I have a hot chocolate, please?" you requested, and Lando headed off to the counter to order two hot chocolates. In an alternate universe, this was a date and he'd get to ask you to be his girlfriend after your little, impromptu hot chocolate. 

Shortly after, Lando returned with the two steaming mugs of hot chocolate and placed yours in front of you. "Thank you," you smiled, and he could've sworn he felt his heart stop. That smile. That pretty goddamn smile. The smile he was meant to loathe but could never heartily do so. 

"How much do I owe you?" you asked, rifling around in your bag for your purse.

"Hey, no, we don't do that." he said, as if there was such thing as a 'we' in this situation. He saw the slight blush that coated your cheeks, and he couldn't help but revel in it. He just wanted to spoil you rotten and love you. 

Sitting down, he was suddenly absolutely itching to just tell you everything. How much he was willing to do to get you back. "Look, I really-" he started, before he was interrupted by your mums getting back with their trolleys of shopping. 

He was going to tell you how much he missed you and how much he wanted to be your friend again, but of course your mothers just had to return at the exact wrong time. Or maybe the right time so that he didn't have to make a complete fool of himself. 

Your mum went to get coffees for the two of them, and Lando's mum was quick to strike up conversation. "Y/N, Lando told me about your hand. Really nasty accident, huh?" 

"It was, yeah. If Lando hadn't helped, I probably would've panicked and passed out," you chuckled, seeing the small flicker of shock on Lando's face. He was just doing what he thought anyone would do in that situation, and he hadn't realised how much you had appreciated his presence. 

"He just told me he got the first aid kit," she said, now guessing that Lando hadn't told her the whole story. He had gotten the part right about your sawing method to be flawed at best, and that he had given your teacher cotton wool, but the rest was missed out.  

"Oh no, he took me right to the sink, held my fingers under the water, held my hand, took me to the nurses office. He even carried on my project for me." you told her, and the pride she felt for her son was unmistakable. 

She knew he was smitten for you already, but it was nice to hear that he was still completely head over heels, even if you two weren't on the best terms right now. She was glad that she had raised him to be so thoughtful in such a situation. 

"Well, I'm glad he acted fast," she smiled as your mum returned with the coffees for the both of them. They got lost in conversation, leaving the two of you to just sit there and listen to them gossip for a while. 

"C'mon, we're going for a walk," he said, slipping off of his chair and waiting for you by the table to join him. Neither of your mums paid much notice to your departure, so the both of you just started wandering around the supermarket. 

Once you were out of earshot of your parents, Lando spoke. "Look, I really miss you, OK? I keep telling myself that I should just forget about you and move on, I can't. You were one of my closest friends and I can't keep going on pretending like we never were close." he blurted out, and you just looked at him.

You couldn't decide if you were happy with what he was saying, or upset. You were happy because it just meant he felt the same way that you did, that he missed you like you missed him. 

On the other hand, you felt so guilty. So guilty for throwing what you had away for the sake of bullies. But in the moment, that felt like the best course of action for your mental health and your sanity. 

"Please, just... be my friend again? We don't even have to talk in school, just out of school. Just so that I can still at least talk to you." he said, his eyes pleading with you to just cave and let him back into your life. "I miss you..." he repeated, and you could tell that there was more to it than what he was saying.

You knew that there was not a single teenage boy on planet earth that would be this desperate to get a girl who was just a friend back, but you couldn't say you were complaining. "Lando..." you whispered. 

Just hearing his name on your lips was enough to send him into meltdown. Yet, he couldn't tell by your tone whether the next thing you were going to say was good or bad. "I'm sorry." you said, and he was still confused. 

Were you apologising because of what you did, or because you couldn't take him back as your friend?

"I really want to be your friend again," you confessed, and he was waiting for the 'but' to come after your sentence, but he was left waiting for it. You saw a smile slowly spread across his lips, his eyes lighting up. 

"Really?" he asked, ready for you to finish off with something about how much of a bad idea all of this was.

"I miss you too. A lot." you told him, and he could practically hear his heart singing in glee. 

"Can I hug you?" he asked all too quickly. You nodded, and before you could get any words in, he wrapped his arms around you. It was so nice to have you back in his embrace, and you weren't even crying this time. 

He could've cried of joy, but he thought that that was a bit too far. He may have been a very considerate teenage boy, but he was still a teenage boy nonetheless.  "So are we friends all the time or just out of school?" he said, not showing any signs of letting go of you.

"Just out of school for now, I don't know if I can handle much more of the crap we get put through," you told him, and he was slightly disappointed. Not disappointed enough to say something and put everything in jeopardy, but disappointed enough to pull back and give you a small pout. 

"Don't give me that face," you playfully scolded, trying to shuffle out of his arms.

"What face? I don't know what you're talking about," he feigned innocence, tightening his grip around you so that you couldn't run away from him.

"Don't play dumb with me, Norris. You know what face," you pressed, and it just made his pout more prominent. 

"Nope, no idea," he laughed, tugging you back close to him. Resting his head on the top of yours, he basked in the feeling of your heart against his, being able to have you right where he wanted you. The setting of the milk aisle wasn't the most glamorous or romantic, but he didn't care. As long as he was with you. 

A/N - Merry Christmas again! Another one for you, part 5 of this series that I didn't think would do as well as it has, but hey. I am not complaining. Love y'all 💖

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[jenzcoxg]

Best Friends Friend

• Renjun x f!reader

• includes/warnings: Mark is reader BEST friend, mention of readers mom, lots of laughing (not really a warning, lol), reader uses Tumblr, jerking off, spanking, slapping, unprotected sex (please just wrap the damn pp), reader makes renjun angry one (two?) times, crying,

•Requested!

•AUTHORS NOTE: I started writing this the second i saw the request . I think this is the best I have wrote so far.

You and Mark have always been good friends. His mom was friends with your mom, and you both just clicked. You both always supported each other. Mark would take care of you when you were sick, then vice versa. When he got accepted into SM, you were so happy for him.

But when he became an idol, you hardly saw him. You would go to almost all his shows to, of course, support him. Every time you would see him, all he would talk about is his members and how sweet they are.

He would take you places but his members of course had to be there too.

Coffee Shop

"So how long have you known Mark for?" Chenle asked you. You were surprised, thinking they wouldn't talk to you for some reason.

"Oh!" Your thumb tapped your cup, "Uh, a long time." An awkward smile grew across your face.

"Longer than me?" Haechan smiled at you.

"I don't know-"

"Do you sleep with socks on?" Jaemin randomly asked.

"Huh?"

"Guys, leave her alone. you're overwhelming her." Renjun added, taking another sip of his drink. You look at him, nodding as a thank you.

The Mall

"Jeno, buy me this." Haechan begged Jeno.

"Dude, just get your own damn money. You're in 127 and Dream, so you should have more money than me." Haechan rolled his eyes, you let out a small laugh.

"Wait! We should buy this and play it sometime!" Mark pointed to the shelf, Halli Galli.

A mantra of "Ohhhs" and "Ahhhs" could be heard from all of them.

"You gotta teach me how to play again, I forgot." Jisung put his shoulder around Jaemin.

"I think I beat you last time we played." He poked Jisungs chest, causing him to wince.

Looking around the shop, you couldn't really find anything until you found this adorable charm bracelet with cute little teddy bears. For some reason, you stared at it for the longest time. You eventually grab it and look at the price tag, then put it back on the shelf.

"That's cute!" You jumped as Renjun appeared from behind you, he laughed. "I saw your face when you saw the price. How much is it?"

You took it back off the shelf, "30" His eyebrows raised with surprise.

"I'll buy it for you." He offered.

"No no no you don't have to do that-"

He smiled at you. "Its fine, really, I'll get it for you. But you buy my coffee next time."

"I will!" You smiled, happy you got the bracelet.

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The more you went out with them, the more you fell for Renjun. He was like an angel. He was so pretty, his face, his body, his eyes, everything. Sometimes, when you go out with them, you will purposely sit yourself close to him or be near him. He made you feel happy and good.

Every day, you would log onto Tumblr to post about your day. Fun stuff, sad stuff, just random stories that happened throughout the day. You started to post about how you fell in love with your best friends' friend.

● mysterybunny33

Today was fun! I went shopping with my friend and his friends. So when I went to this one store, I saw this cute charm bracelet and (Let's call him, X) X bought it for me! X is my best friends' friend. X is also really funny and kind! I think I'm starting to fall in love with him...

Replies*

*starrynight12* - Omg that's so cute! I bet he's hot.

*mysterybunny33* (creator) - He is 🙀

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You started searching for renjun smut everywhere. It was like your new favorite hobby, finding a new fic to read. You read before bed, getting ready in the morning, all the time.

One day, you were at marks house, just having a fun movie marathon with him and a couple of his group members, jeno, chenle, and renjun. You had just finished a movie and everybody got up to leave. You stayed for a bit after, just to help clean up.

"Hey Mark, I gotta use the bathroom real quick." You say as you put the popcorn bag in the trash. He looked at you and nodded.

"Okay."

As you walked down the hallway, you heard a noise. At first, you thought it was Mark accidentally dropping something, but the sound came from Mark's bedroom. You walk in, confused by what you were hearing.

You heard a loud groan which startled you. You turned your head around the corner to see Renjun in Mark's shower. Fuck. What the fuck is he doing here? You quickly swung your head back around, scared he would see you.

You heard moan after moan. Was he jerking off? Why was he in Marks shower? As fast as you could, you ran out of there.

"I'm gonna go home. Bye!" You slammed the door behind you. Mark was confused about why you left in such a rush.

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*mysterybunny33*

Today was a good day! I watched movies with my friends. We had so much fun. I saw X again, but I saw him doing something, so I'm feeling a little weird. I feel dumb. Anyway, that's all!

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*d33zznuts* - What did you see?

*mysterybunny33* (creator) - I don't wanna tell.

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It was around 6 pm on a Friday. You were just laying in bed reading fanfiction. Ding!

You have 1 new message from Mark

Mark: Hey, do you want to come over tonight to the dreams house? Since you're not doing anything.

Y/n: Yeah, of course!

You soon got out of bed, did your hair, makeup, and got dressed, you were wearing a cute crop top with a pretty pink skirt.

It took you about 30 minutes to get there. As soon as you pull up, you see Mark running to the front door to greet you.

"Hi! We were just playing a game, if you wanna watch." You nodded in response, Mark smiles and walks back into the house.

You sat on the couch, watching them play whatever game they were invested in. All of a sudden, you felt the couch dip next to you. You turned your head to see Renjun sitting there. He was wearing a plain black shirt and gray sweatpants.

He turned to you, "I don't like that game." You hummed. "So, do you want something to drink, I can get it for you."

"I'll take water, please." He nodded and got up to go to the kitchen. You were zoned out, not really sure why you came over, they were probably just gonna play that stupid game the whole time.

"Here you go." Too deep into thought, you didn't notice Renjun handing you the water. "Hello?" You snapped your head to him

"Oh, sorry. Thank you." You took the water from his hand, taking a big gulp. You jumped when you heard Chenle yell at the game, making Renjun giggle at you.

You were there for an hour already, bored out of your damn mind. All you did was twiddle with your thumbs, drink your water, and watch them play the game for a minute or two.

Renjun was just sitting there quietly, scrolling through something on his phone. Sometimes showing you a reel or a picture he thinks you would find funny.

You got up three or four times to fill your cup with water again. Placing your glass under the faucet, filling the cup then walking back to the couch.

About 10 minutes later, you heard Mark, "Guys, let's play again!" You rolled your eyes at his words. Why did you even accept his invite? You started scrolling on your phone.

As you scrolled, you got more bored. At this point, you wanted to go home. The sudden urge of having to pee hit you like a brick.

"I'm going to use the bathroom." You ran off.

Renjun noticed your phone was still open. He wanted to get your number. He searched through apps til he finally found it. As he tapped his thumb down, he realized he pressed on the wrong app, Tumblr.

He was about to exit out of the app when something caught his eye. The number of tags you followed that said 'Renjun smut' or something similar to that was crazy. He scrolled through some, seeing you've liked them.

As you walked out of the bathroom, you noticed Renjun was gone. "Hey, where did Renjun go?" you asked.

"He said he was going up to his room." Jeno answered. You hummed.

As you sat back down, you noticed that your phone was gone. Thinking Renjun grabbed it, thinking it was his.

You walked up the stairs, seeing a door slightly ajar, you figured it was his room. As you knocked you saw him there, looking right at your phone.

"Renjun, t-thats my phone." he didn't answer you. Instead, he continued looking at it.

He got up, "sit."

"What?-"

"I said sit." confused, you sat on the edge of his bed. He went to his door to close it.

He walked back to you, "Here, take it." as he handed it to you, your stomach dropped.

"How did you find this?" you questioned. He looked at you.

"Want to read it to me?" He sat back down, this time next to you.

"No." You answered just staring at your phone.

He snatched the phone from your hand, "Renjun put his hand around your neck, squeezing till you couldn't breathe. As you gasped for air, he said, 'This is what you like, fucking slut.' He pushed into you fast, not-"

"Stop!" You try grabbing the phone from his hands but he's to fast.

"I thought I could trust you. And you go behind my back and do this? You wanted me to find out, didn't you." Your mouth was wide open. He scoffed, then put the phone on the table.

"Lay." He said. You looked at him, confused. "Are you dumb? I said lay." He meant on his lap.

As you laid down, he gripped your thigh, forcing you down.

"Can you count?" you heard him ask.

"Wha-" a loud smack was heard as Renjun slapped your ass.

"Renjun, stop." You whined. Another slap to your ass cheek.

"I don't hear you counting. Now we have to start over." you whimpered at his words. He slapped your ass cheek again.

"One."

"Good girl." another slap

"T-two." he hummed. the pain was shooting straight to your core. He slapped your ass cheek for the fifth time.

"Three." Your voiced cracked. He took a little longer than he did for the sixth slap. You slowly move your hips on his bulge. He quickly slapped your ass again.

"Don't do that. lift your hips up." You listened to him.

This time, the slap was to your cunt. You screamed.

"I don't hear counting." he said in a teasing way.

"Six?"

"Good job." he smacked your cunt 2 more times before he stopped. "Now get up." You slowly got up, standing in front of him.

"Take your clothes off for me, yeah?" not wasting any time, you started to undress. He watched carefully. "So pretty, just for me." He stood up.

Renjun grabs your shoulders and pushes you to the nearest wall. He starts kissing you, everywhere. On your forehead, cheek, neck, collarbone. He lifted his head to kiss you on the lips.

He didn't let go. He tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Your tongues clashed together. He bit your bottom lip, making you whimper. Renjun put his knee in between your legs, lifting you up so he can carry you.

You could feel his bulge when he lifted you. He gently put you on the bed. "Stay there." He said before he started to undress.

As he takes off his boxers, you finally see him, all of him. He was huge. He moved back to the bed, getting on top of you.

"Wait, flip over." You flipped onto your stomach. Renjun put two fingers in his mouth, getting them wet. You slightly jumped as you felt his cold fingers graze your cunt, coating it with his spit.

"You ready baby?" He asked. You nodded. "I need words baby."

"Y-yes." you whined.

Before you knew it, he slammed his hips into yours, not giving you any time to adjust to his size.

"Oh fuck, baby, you're so fucking tight. Just for me, hmm?" He spanked your ass.

"Yes, mhm, fuck." you let out. He let out a teasing laugh.

The way your hips were hitting each other created wet noises. He tightens his grip on your waist to go faster. The little grunts that came out of his mouth were so pretty.

"You're so pretty. I have had a thing for you ever since I first saw you-fuck- I love you." The words that came out of his mouth were surprising to you, but at the same time, so sweet.

"I also know you saw me jerking off in Mark's shower. I saw your head peak the corner." He confessed. You giggled.

"Renjun, I'm close." You whined, moaning as he hit that one spot over and over again.

"Me too baby. Can you hold it for me?"

"Y-yes."

You needed to release so badly. It was hard when he told you that. You couldn't hold it anymore. With a couple more thrusts, you came undone around him.

"You're so perfect baby and- oh my god, did you just cum?" He asked, you whimpered in response.

"Flip over."

You were now facing him. Your legs were burning at this point.

A harsh slap landed on you cunt, you screamed.

"That's what you get for not listening." he pushed back into you with no warning again.

He spread your legs as far as they could go, to go deeper.

His thrusts had gotten sloppier. "Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum-" his hot liquid shot right into you.

Tears ran down your cheeks as he flipped you both to where you were on top of him.

"Oh, baby, you're so sweet to me." He ran his fingers up and down your back.

"Do you want anything?" He asked.

"Water." Your raspy voice made him chuckle.

He laid you on the bed so he could get up. tired, you fell asleep. Renjun looked at you and smiled. He put on his shorts and shirt, then walked out the door.

As he walked down the stairs he heard clapping.

"The Huang Renjun has finally done it." Jeno yelled from the couch.

"Shut up." Renjun rolled his eyes.

Mark got up to go to the kitchen where Renjun was.

"Yo, dude, if you wanted to fuck my friend, why didn't you say so." Mark grabbed a bag of chips from the cupboard.

Renjun grabbed a glass, filled it up, and grabbed a cloth from the drawer.

"Too late. She's mine now." Renjun smiled.

"I knew you liked her." Jaemin said.

"Yeah, like when you bought her all that stuff." Jeno added.

Renjun blushed. He's so lucky to have someone like you.

[sinkingnotsoslowly]

Menace

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader (pronouns not mentioned)

Non-idol au, fluff, very little angst

technically is a part 2 of this fic but could be read as a standalone

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED

“Why aren’t you dating anyone Minho?”

Minho stops devouring his pudding to gawk at you. “I’m not questioning your decision to stay single but why are you really not dating?”, you ask.

“Because you haven’t said yes yet”, he goes back to eating his pudding as if he didn’t just say the most outlandish thing.

“Yes to what?”

Minho rolls his eyes in feigned annoyance, “Yes to me asking you to date me, duh”

“Ugh be serious Minho”, you huff.

“What makes you think I’m not serious (yn)?” he looks at you with something in his eyes that you can’t decipher. “I think I should head back now, my break ended ten minutes ago”, with that gets up and walks out of the café.

This was two weeks ago and it still hasn’t left your mind. It is not unlike Minho to randomly ask you out on a date but you never take him seriously. He always jokes about how you two should just marry each other if you were still single at thirty. But that day at the café he did not seem like he was joking about you dating him. Did you hit a nerve by asking him that? But if he was indeed upset, he would tell you about it, you guys always talked things out if either of you were upset. He has been behaving perfectly normally since then.

“I ate pudding today”, you waited for him to continue but only silence followed. “Minho you called me in the middle of the day to say that you ate pudding?”, you asked. “Yeah, and it was so delicious. Buy me more when you come over. Anyways I got to go, bye”, the call ended. Yep, very Minho-like.

You met Minho at a college party and then proceeded to make out with him only stopping when you accidentally moaned your best friend’s name instead. But he never held it against you. You eventually opened up to him enough to tell him that you were in love with your best friend. The said best friend was getting married in a month. And you would be there, as a guest of course. To your surprise you weren’t exactly heartbroken when Seungmin called you, gasping for breath like he had run a marathon. You could almost hear him grinning his puppy grin, “She said yes”.

Just because you were not heartbroken did not mean you were not sad. After all, there were years of pining, wishing that one day he would finally realise that the love of his life was always in front of him. That did not happen. You guys graduated, you got a job, he went for higher studies and found someone there. That night Minho came over with beer and let you ugly sob on his shoulder. Since college, he has always been there with you, your graduation, your first job, bad dates, going out for drinks on Friday nights and talking shit about your bosses. You thought he was good for you; a great friend.

“I’m going on a date tomorrow”, Minho said while setting up his laptop for the movie. It was your weekly movie night at his place, “Thought I should try getting out there”. He was still looking at the laptop avoiding your eyes. For some reason, you felt a pang in your chest. “Is this because of what I said? Minho I didn’t mean to upset you-”

“You didn’t upset me (yn). I’ve just been thinking of settling down”, he started the movie without further explanation. You wanted to press him on but you thought better of it.

You couldn’t concentrate on the movie. Throughout it, you kept thinking about what Minho said. You couldn’t blame him for wanting to settle down but you kept feeling uncomfortable with the image of Minho dating someone and then marrying her.

Minho has always been a menace but he became a little more annoying the next week. He always has this look on his face like he knows something you don’t and it has been eating at your brain. Midweek your composure breaks and you snap, “Ok what is it? Why do you look like you are up to no good?” At that Minho looks at you like you just sprouted two heads, “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Oh you know what I’m talking about Minho”

Minho keeps looking at you like a cat who did not just knock off the flower vase, and then he blinked like a lightbulb went off in his head, “Ah right! Come over on Saturday I need help to pick out what I’ll wear for the date.”

The date. Right. He was just excited for the date. You felt your spirits dropping. Maybe in no time, you’ll be attending Minho’s wedding too, as a guest. Wait what? Why would you think that? How else would you want to attend a friend’s wedding if not as a guest?

Oh.

OH.

Oh no.

You stood up abruptly almost knocking over your half-drunk coffee on the table, “I-I have to go, I haven’t even started the new project yet”. Without sparing Minho another glance you grabbed your bag to just get away from him as fast as possible.

“Huh? That was sudden. Well don’t forget about Saturday.”

You faked a smile towards him, “Yes, yes, Saturday, I’ll be there.”

Saturday came faster than you could blink. And it seemed like the universe had a personal vendetta against you this week. Missed deadlines, unnecessary hourlong meetings, spilt coffee, missing the bus- you name it. At this point, only a year-long vacation could give some mental peace. And on top of that, you couldn’t stop thinking about Minho. You didn’t see each other again after that one day when you barely escaped humiliating yourself.

“Should I wear the blue button-down or the black one?”

“Black”

“Hmm, ok blue it is” menace.

“Why am I here Minho? Not like you are listening to me”, you were sitting on his bed munching on the last of honey butter chips Minho had stocked up. You spent the whole day buried in the blanket, wallowing in self-pity, and almost didn’t show up today. You even contemplated going back home while standing in front of Minho’s house. God knows what you were still doing there sitting in Minho’s bedroom while he dressed up for his date.

Minho looked at you through the mirror, scoffing, “For moral support of course”. He went back to styling his hair without another word.

“Well then if am done providing moral support to your honour, I’ll be taking my leave”, it was time for you to go back to the safety of your blankets and cry yourself to sleep since you did not seem fated to have requited love in this life. The only option left was arranged marriage.

Before you could leave Minho’s room you were stopped. “W-wait, don’t you have anything to tell me?” Minho asked. You turned around, brain going into overdrive. Why would he say that? Does he know about my feelings? Is he teasing me? Oh God please no. But what if-

“Like- are you okay with this? Me going on a date?” Ah, so he was just worried. How sweet. “Of course, I’m okay Minho. Why wouldn��t I be? This is completely your decision; you deserve to be happy-”

“Oh my god, you’re so dumb (yn). Why can’t you just say it? Why can’t you just ask me not to go? Why can’t you tell me that you like me?” Minho paused, taking a breath to calm down, “I like you (yn). And I know you like me. There is no other girl. But I do have a reservation for dinner if you’re up for it”.

It would be an understatement to say that you were dumfounded. You had thought of many scenarios while laying awake in bed but not this. “Why didn’t you just confront me if you knew that I liked you?”, you asked, fiddling with the hem of your shirt which looked very interesting suddenly. Minho sighed, “I wasn’t sure at first. So I wanted to see your reaction by saying that I have a date. And it seemed like you weren’t sure about your feelings either. So are you up for it?”

“Huh?”

“The date. Do want to go on this date? Look I understand if you are pissed, and it’s fine if you say no-”

“Just drive me to my place so I can dress up atleast. You’re such a menace Lee Minho”

Minho grinned like a cat, “Yeah but now it’s too late to get rid off me. So this menace is now your responsibility”.

So you were fated to have requited love it seems.

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[shwoyo]

7:30PM — timeskip!kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader

; comfort – warnings: none – wc: 473

note: just something short so i can post smthn today atleast. i'm making use of my sadness here okay 🫡 this is definitely not my best work 🙁🙏

you didn't know why you were like this or why you were feeling like this. as you recall your day, nothing bad seemed to have happened. so, why were you feeling like this?

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tetsurou just came back from work, feeling fine but also kind of exhausted. "y/n, i'm home!" he announced, but got no response from you. it was strange, he thought; you always either responded or immediately went out of your room when he called for you.

he dropped his things on the couch and went up to your room. he knocked first before speaking, "y/n, are you there baby?" he questioned, again, no response from you. he immediately got worried and decided to just open the door

he saw you lying in bed, curled up in your comforter, crying as silently as you could. he instantly went to you. "oh baby, what happened? are you okay?" he asked softly, settling your head on his chest as he hugged you. "hck- kuroo-" you said, your cries getting louder. "i dunno why—i just..." you tried continuing, "shh, baby, it's okay, i'm here. let's calm down a bit, yeah? so you can talk properly." he said, caressing your hair gently and wiping your tears.

you tried to find your breathing pace to calm your cries. once you felt like you could talk properly, you lifted your head from his chest and began speaking, "i'm sorry for worrying you... i don't know why— i just felt so sad suddenly for no reason. i'm sorry, i know i must look so pathetic right now." "no baby, don't ever say that; don't ever be sorry for feeling sad, even if it was sudden." he said

"feelings are a part of you. sometimes, you really just can't control it, you know? it creeps up to you randomly, whether someone or something gave motive to it or not." he added.  you nodded, acknowledging his words. his words always healed you; he always heals you, whether it was his words or his actions, or just him as a being.

"its okay to not know why you're feeling down. it happens, okay? it happens because you're a person with emotions; don't forget that." he continued. at this point, you wanted to cry again because of how comforting his words were.

"how about this? i'll cook us some ramen, and when i'm done, let's talk about this some more, yeah?" kuroo stated, "okay," you replied, smiling a little. "i love you so much," he said as he kissed your crown. he patted your head as he stood up, leaving the room.

your feelings of sadness died down a little. you were so happy kuroo was there for you; he always knows the right words to say, and he never invalidates your feelings.

he loves you, and you love him just as much.

©shwoyo, all rights reserved.

[obsessive-clown]

DO ANYTHING FOR YOU (TAP, TAP)!

a/n: this randomly came to me after I read a drabble someone said was yan!nanami coded. plus, i blasted in my room by icp for a solid hour today sooo.. also i’m just super bored and this randomly came to mind. i’m likely not going to do this again lol.

PAIRING: Yan!Kento Nanami x gn!reader

cw: mentions of death, mentions of manipulation, kidnapping, attempted brainwashing… that’s all i can think of. sorry if this is garbage, i haven’t written anything serious in god knows how long.

ఌ𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹ఌ

Kento had always loved you. Some would argue that he loved you perfectly. However, you would argue that he either loved you too much, or didn’t actually love you at all. Loved you too much in the sense that he’d taken you home with him, wouldn’t let you leave, made you — luckily only temporarily — lose your spark… And try to convince you only he was good for you.

What was the greatest achievement in your adult years was convincing him and getting him to trust you enough to go out. At first, with his company. He couldn’t have his darling running off. But over time, Kento thought you were well behaved enough to go out. On your own. You could go anywhere, just as long as it wasn’t out of town, someone else’s home and you were back either by the time he got home or before then.

As much as Kento said he loved you, you couldn’t help but combat his self-proclaimed ‘love’ with resentment. You behaved, but you swore you would never truly love him back. You tolerated him. He may have been good to you, never forced you into anything and treated you respectfully — but he had stripped you of your wings. Of your freedom, for far too long.

So, when you had gotten a call on the house phone — you couldn’t help but feel shocked.

Kento was dead and you were free.

He was dead. And you were no longer under his control.

You finally had free rein, without any form of restriction, without the man that called himself your boyfriend, breathing down your neck.

At least, that’s what you had thought. It was sad. Kento loved you, he truly loved you. In fact, he had loved you so very much, that he made you wear a promise ring. A sign of his love and your, “wonderful future together”, as he would say. And it was the fact that he loved you so much, that he wouldn’t even let death do you two part.

As you lay in the bed you and your now deceased kidnapper once shared, you stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. 2:45 in the morning and here you were, kept up for no reason.

Tap, tap.

“…Darling? Are you gonna’ let me in? Hello?”

Unmistakably, it was Kento’s voice. You were certain it was just your brain playing tricks. Since, after all, Kento Nanami was dead. Killed by the hands of the patchwork curse. Though, he didn’t sound how you remembered. His voice was faint, almost weak — and slightly garbled in a sense. It made you sick to your stomach.

Tap, tap.

“Hello?”

There it was again. You wanted to squeeze your eyes shut, hope and pray to whoever you could that you were simply hallucinating from exhaustion. Curiosity always killed the cat, so why did you have to look at the window the tapping came from?

It was Kento, though, something was off. Something was very off about him. Although the man you once resented was heavily resembled, he had turned into the one thing he’d fought constantly. A cursed spirit. And one attached to you, nonetheless. You had remembered hearing your fellow sorcerers speaking before Kento had taken you hostage — about a boy with a cursed spirit attached to him. His childhood best friend and young love, killed and cursed him.

Kento must have done the same, but in regards to you.

Tap, tap.

A cold weight settled on your chest and against your side, a hand settling on your hip and its nails carefully sinking into your delicate flesh. It stung harshly. But the pressure felt all too familiar, much like how Kento would hold you at night as you two tried to sleep.

“…Do anything for you, baby…”

As you were frozen in place, both by the unnaturally cold temperature — and the curse laying on you. Whether you or Kento died first, you would have been stuck with him. And if it involved cursing you so you would be stuck with him, or cursing himself in a sense to be stuck with you, then so be it. Taking advantage of your paralyzed state, he slowly buried his mangled and almost eerily familiar face into your neck, letting out what sounded like a content growl. Clearly, he didn’t want to talk much, just lay there and have you hold each other — or him hold you, as it always used to be.

“…You don’t need others. Just me.”

Some would say Kento Nanami loved you perfectly. But you knew that he loved you too much. Far too much for his and your own good.

ఌ𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹𖦹ఌ

[lieutenantselnia]

Ever since I played the first Kingdom Come: Deliverance game I've been wondering why Istvan Toth's German voice sounds so familiar, but I could never point out from where else specifically I knew him, until now. His voice actor, Charles Rettinghaus, is fairly successful and has voiced loads of different characters during his career, but I had the feeling that I probably didn't remember him from one of his more well-known roles, but rather some one-off villain or minor character from a kids show or something like that. Specifically that arrogant, backstabbing villain tone he does as Istvan felt oddly familiar to me. Turns out I was completely right, because today (randomly while brushing my teeth) it suddenly struck me: He was also the German voice of Kuchikukan, a one-off villain in The Penguins of Madagascar in the special episode Operation Lunacorn Apocalypse. To sum it up in the shortest way possible, Kuchikukan is an evil spirit who is accidentally freed and then takes possession of Private's toy unicorn, as he needs a body in order to follow through with his his plan to take over and eventually destroy the planet, and of course the penguins have to stop him. He talks with exactly the same arrogant, overconfident voice as Istvan does whenever he's sure that he has the upper hand in a situation. It's just so hilarious to me to see them side by side, like - in another universe, Istvan Toth is an evil pink toy unicorn with world domination/destruction plans.

Also by now I've already reached the point in the story of KDC2 where Istvan won't make another appearance (I should prioritise my assignments but I just love this game so much❤️), and honestly I'm almost kind of sad about it now. Like, when I'm immersed in the story playing as Henry he always pissed me off extremely, but as a character viewed from the outside, he weirdly grew on me in the second game now, and I think a big part of the reason is because he always sounded like his voice actor had just so much fun voicing him and I just found him really entertaining. Like, he really stole the show every time he was on screen. I feel like this playthrough won't remain the only one I do😅

[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3250

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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uceyjucey: she knows imma spoil her ass rotten. 😩 tianasworld: 🤗🤗 uceyjucey: @ tianasworld wifey 🤍 trinity_fatu: JOSH WIFE HER UP NEOW! uceyjucey: @ trinity_fatu chill sis I'm not finna rush into that. biancabelairwwe: omggg Joshua stop playin dawg. zillafatu: you better wife her up cuzzo fasho 🫡 theyhatelani: this pick me ass girl uceyjucey: @ theyhatelani gtfo

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TIANA

Jey has been doing a lot for me these past couple of weeks, taking me out on dates, going to the beach, or taking me on late-night walks to talk about things. It just made my heart flutter, and I love him even more.

He was trying to make me feel stress free away from all the drama that's been circulating lately between his ex-girlfriend then to Kai and his parents keep bugging me about the restraining order which I'm not taking in off I don't need him near me.

Ever since I put hands on his momma he's been trying to get in touch with me to speak on the matter but I didn't have nothing else to say to him nor to her as well it was getting ridiculous at this point.

'Why his people so delusional just excusing the fact that he put his hands on me.'

I was out back smoking some weed. I took a few puffs before putting it down on the tray, admiring the view as the wind was blowing.

Jey had to go back to work which kind of made me sad and I missed him so much. I haven't really been at work or even check up on my nail shop since that incident between me and Kai including Emma.

But I told my clients that I'll be back soon due to personal reasons, and they all understood, which I loved, honestly.

I took a few more puffs from the pre-roll blunt as I blew the smoke in the air, and a satisfying sigh escaped my lips.

I pulled my phone out while scrolling through my social media, replying to some of my clients and others in the comments section. As I was doing that, I saw that Bianca had texted me.

Breezy sent 3+ messages Breezy: Hey bestiee I see that Joshua has been taking you out lately you deserve it tho period. Breezy: also ion wanna bring it up but his mama came over again today but this time we wasn't home I saw it on the ring camera. Breezy: when is yall going to get married and have babies already?

I chuckled at her last text message that I read she's so dramatic.

Tiana: girl fuck his mama atp because I'm over it I'm not taking Kai of the restraining order. Breezy: period as you should I'm getting tired of her too. Tiana: speaking of marriage and kids B ion wanna rush into all of that I don't want it to be a disaster you know? Breezy: I understand girl so how are you goin to feel when he does pop out with that question? Tiana: imma say YES duhh girl but then I'll be crying😭😭 Breezy: girl I am done with you chileee are you alone at his crib? Tiana: yeah, he's at work which I'm sad I miss my man girl Breezy: he'll be home girl but I was just checking in on you I miss you being at home. Tiana: Montez getting in your nerves? 😭😭 Breezy: YESSS Tiana: Girl bye you know you love him. Breezy: that's true but I'll text you later girly Tiana: byeee

I smoked the last bit of the blunt as I put it out before heading back inside the house and hearing the keys jiggling, knowing that Jey finally came home.

"Mamas? I'm home!" He shouted.

I ran over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he told me to jump, and I did while his hands were resting on top of my ass, carrying me to the couch.

He removed his book bag and threw it next to him while he kept me in place on his lap. I cupped his face with my small hands and kissed him on the lips.

"I missed you bubba," I said pulling away.

"I missed you too, ma; what did you do when I was gone?" Jey asked.

I explained to him about my day and the talking to Bianca about what she had told me before he came home. Him listening and watching me ramble about my day just made my heart flutter.

I felt him caressing my cheek in the process of me rambling which made me look away for a second causing him to chuckle.

Grabbing my chin pulling me in for another kiss but this time it was different. We made out as his tongue slipped into my mouth as I gripped onto his mullet.

As we continued to passionately tongue kiss each other, I felt him scooping me up from my thighs while taking us upstairs towards his bedroom, not removing our lips from each other.

He pinned me on the bed, never leaving my lips as I felt him removing my clothing along with his as his lips escaped mine putting them onto my neck, sucking it like a vampire.

As a moan escaped from my lips as I felt him rub my pussy as I continued to grip onto his mullet.

"I haven't even did anything to you yet and you're wet for me baby." He rasped.

SMUT WARNING He had my legs pinned behind my head as he was digging his dick deep inside of me. All I could do was moan his name loudly, gripping onto his biceps tightly.

"I love how you're just taking it mama." He whispered as he held onto my throat pounding me senselessly.

My walls were clenching around him as a groan escaped his lips gazing down at me. Watching my facial expression turn up every time he dug deeper inside of me, which satisfied him.

He leaned over to place a soft kiss on my lips as I let out a gasp when he pushed his dick deeper inside of my gushy insides.

He watched me tremble underneath him. "C'mon mamas you got it give it me." Jey started to circle his hips hitting my spot causing me to hold onto him tightly.

Our skins were slapping against each other as our moans and groans were heard all over the room. I didn't know how much I could take from this man.

My eyes were rolling in the back of my head. "J-Joshhhh F-fuck." I whined weakly, feeling that familiar pit going down my stomach.

I always felt very overwhelmed when it time for me to nut on this man. I tried to push him away by his stomach, but he slapped my hands away, drilling my wet cunt vigorously.

"Stop runnin' from me and take this dick Ma." He rasped into my ear feeling his balls slapping against my clit.

I scratched his back causing him to hiss as he rubbed his thumb on my clit which drove me insane.

He continued to grip my throat firmly, not trying to hurt me, as I felt my toes curling up while his strokes were getting sloppier and sloppier.

I was tapping onto his back, signaling that I was going to cum. "Use your words baby, let daddy know what's up." I loved when he sweet talked me  making me want to stop using birth control and have his kids now.

I felt my legs shaking violently underneath him as I let out a loud moan while cumming all over him. He kissed me on the cheek as he continued to sweet talk me.

Cursing underneath his breath as he continued to pound my now sensitive cunt deeper while I grip onto his mullet tightly.

Not too long after, he came inside of me, filling me up with his seed as a groan escaped his lips. Jey pulled out seeing me shaking violently while trying to catch my breath.

SMUT OVER. Jey went inside his bathroom getting everything prepared for us to take a bath together. As I lie there in his bed still shaking violently trying to calm myself down.

He for sure put that thang on me. I've seen him coming out his bathroom holding his hand out for me to get up knowing damn well I couldn't walk.

"Can you walk mama?" Jey asked.

"Yes of course Josh I can walk, hell no nigga I cannot walk sir." I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"very funny tink c'mon I'll carry you." I held his hand as he carried towards his bathroom while shutting the door behind him.

Sitting me down on the edge of the tub as I attempted to get in by myself as Jey did the same thing. he wrapped his arms around my waist as me and him sigh in relief as the warm water hit our body.

I lay my head back on his chest as he gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

"How are you feeling baby?" He asked.

"I'm feeling fine love, more relaxed than ever." I said as I looked up at him.

"That's good; my mama keeps asking me when we are going to get married and have kids together." I nod my head while listening to him.

"I told her I didn't want to rush or pressure you into that yet until you're ready." I loved how he respected my wishes because I am confident that I want to marry and have his babies too.

I smiled at him as he placed a kiss on my thick lips  causing us to get caught up in another make out session but this time I was in control as my hand snaked down around his harden member.

Stroking it up and down as he threw his head back. "Why don't you come suck it I missed yo' pretty ass lips on my dick mama."

SMUT WARNING

We were still in the tub that was filled with warm water and bubbles as I was bobbing my head up and down on his dick sucking his sensitive tip.

Moans and Groans escaped his lips as he gazed down at me, going down on him while throwing his head back.

"Shit mama keep goin'" He grabbed a whole load of my hair, thrusting his hips up and down as he face fucked me.

As I was deep throating his dick I was circling my tongue on his tip while he pushed his dick deeper inside of my throat causing me to gag a bit.

He was sweet talking me through it giving me compliments and encouraging me to keep going down on him.

He pulled me back up, hearing that pop go out of my mouth as he kissed me on the lips. I continued to down on him deeper feeling the tip of his dick hit the back of my throat trying not to gag.

"I want you to gag on this dick mama, make me nut." He rasped.

I swirled my tongue around his tip as I gazed up at him, seeing him gripping onto the side of the tub while rolling his eyes in the back of his head.

It made me feel satisfied seeing like this since he always have me like that so a little payback won't hurt.

I had him shaking underneath me as he kept clenching his legs tightly. "Make me nut mama, make me fuck..." his moans we heard all over the bathroom.

I felt his dick twitching inside of my mouth as I kept sucking the tip because that's all I needed to do to get him there.

After a while he groaned loudly as he nut all over my face while I was tapping his dick onto my tongue in the process.

He was shaking violently just like how I was while gazing down at me.

"Fuck mama, that felt so good." He breathed out seeing his tatted chest going up and down trying to catch his breath.

SMUT OVER.

✧.* JEY Me and Tiana were cuddled up together in the bed as she was sleeping soundly meanwhile I was scrolling through my social media seeing everyone supporting our relationship.

That's when her phone went off not wanting her to wake up I leaned above her body grabbing her phone in the process. Seeing that Bianca was calling her so I picked it up.

OTP Breezy: Tiana? I need you and Josh home like now. Tiana: this is Josh what's going on B? Breezy: Malakai and his momma are banging on our door looking for Tiana and Montez is trying to tell them to leave. Tiana: I can come over there real quick Tiana is sleeping right now B. Breezy: Please Josh that would be great. Tiana: I'll be there in a few minutes B. Breezy: thank you Josh.

CALLED ENDED.

Don't this guy ever quit? Why is he harassing her people like this? I looked at Tiana who was sleeping on my chest peacefully as I placed her on her pillow quietly without trying to wake her up.

I put on the clothes I had on earlier, grab my keys, and head out the door, texting Jon.

Twin📌: I just got your message what's up uce? Jey: Tiana's ex and his momma are messing with Bianca and Montez so I need backup just in case some shit go down. Twin📌: where's Tiana? Jey: she is at my crib sleeping right now I'm otw over to her house. Twin📌: ight I'll tell Trin I'm heading out so she won't get worried. Jey: ight uce.

I was driving fast towards Tiana and em house going to handle this. I finally pulled up to the crib seeing his momma car there while they were banging on their door.

I got out of my car seeing Jon pulling in the driveway he came up to me as we dabbed it up before walking up to them.

"Aye, imma need yall to get the fuck on like deadass." I said while I stood there with my arms folded.

They both got startled while turning their heads looking at me and my brother Jon standing behind them.

"Oh, it's yo' bitch ass where the fuck is Tiana?" Malakai questioned.

"Her whereabouts are none of your business fuck boy, so why don't you and yo' momma leave, or it'll be some problems." He came up to me showing his strap something that Tiana was telling me about.

I chuckled at him then looked at Jon who was also chuckling with me too this fool think I'm scared of a gun. I stood my ground being all up in his face while looking into his eyes.

"You might wanna back up, boy, that damn gun. Don't scare me; I'll still beat yo' ass in the process." I spat, pushing him off, causing him to tumble a bit.

"Fuck you, you don't deserve Tiana I should've beat her ass some mor—" before he could finish his sentence I sucker punched him in his jaw causing him to fall on the ground seeing his momma coming to his aid.

I was on top of him beating his head in. I was not finna tolerate him talking down on Tiana like that when she's not here to defend for herself.

As I was beating his head in his momma tried to pull me off but Bianca came to my aid pushing his momma out the way as I continued to beat the fuck out of him.

Montez seen that ol' boy was trying to reach for his strap but instantly grabbed it throwing it somewhere meanwhile I grabbed a whole load of his hair dragging him as a threw him against the brick wall, hearing him winch in pain.

"Next time you wanna speak on Tiana you better respect her, and YOU don't deserve her like I do bitch ass boy." I kicked him in his stomach as Jon held me back from him as I calmed down.

"Calm down Uce, you know Tiana don't want nun happening to you." Jimmy said as I nodded my head agreeing with him.

His momma slapped me across the face as I held my face while smirking a little bit she was so lucky that Tiana was at my crib sleeping right now.

"HOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO MY SON I CAN GET YOU ARRESTED!" she shouted.

"you and yo' bummy ass son will also get arrested for trespassing  and goin against the restraining order." I said as I felt my phone buzzing.

I saw that Tiana was calling me as I answered the phone.

OTP ZaddyJey🤍: mama? What's up? Mamas🩷: where are you right now bubba? ZaddyJey: I'm handling business right now mama what are you doin up? Mamas🩷: don't sugarcoat that shit with me Josh what's happening? ZaddyJey🤍: I'm over at your crib because ol' boy and his momma were messing with Bianca and em so Bianca called you but you were sleep. Mamas🩷: is everything okay? ZaddyJey🤍: yeah mama I'm handling it I'll be home in a little bit okay? now go back to sleep. Mamas🩷: okay baby I love you. ZaddyJey🤍: I love you too ma.

CALLED ENDED.

"Was that Tiana uce?" Jimmy asked.

"Yeah, she was wondering where I was at but I told her I'll be home in a bit after this shit is over with," I replied as he nodded his head.

We saw his momma getting him up as he was limping in pain. He tried running up on me, and I sucker punched him again, as he went limp on the ground.

"Damnnnn," everyone said it together as his momma was freaking out, tapping her hand on his face.

"Y'all can leave now, so I can get back to my woman at home." I said as Jon threw my keys towards my way.

I dabbed up with Montez and hugged Bianca before heading out back home.

✧.* I finally made it home as i unlocked the door with my key while shutting it behind me making sure I locked it too. I went upstairs take off my shirt and pants that I wore seeing Tiana sleeping peacefully.

I got underneath the covers with her, pulling her back onto my chest as I felt her shift in her sleep while rubbing her eyes seeing my facial features in the dark.

"Baby? Your back?" She mumbled softly.

"Yeah I'm back tink you can head back to sleep now ight." I said softly while giving her a kiss on her forehead.

I got comfortable as I put one of my hands in the back of my head while closing my eyes going to sleep.

Under Your Touch.

A/N: whewww chileeee they are doing way to much messing with Bianca and em' but Jey stood on big business also sorry for the smuts 😭😭 it was giving pretty much bridgerton with Daphne and Simon 😭😭

I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments.

Stay Ucey.

[jacksonleavesthe0nly138472]

sleepyhead

Pov: Ford

Fidds and me shut down the portal, he explained to me that I had a terrible head injury that must be why I don't remember anything. We were walking to the bedroom I notice that here is a weird number of triangles in the house, so I ask why, he said that he really didn't know why he loved triangles so much.

Suddenly we stop at the bed room he explained "okay ford here is only one bedroom in the house, which means one of us has to sleep on the couch" I look at him confused "oh wouldn't I have an apartment or house somewhere?" He took a minute to respond "Um your head injury is really bad, not bad enough to go to the doctors but I advice you to stay" okay that made sense, I got a strange thought in my head, for some reason made my head feel heated "you know it could be a good idea if, you and I sleep in the same bed, you could watch over me if my head injury becomes a problem"

His face went a dark red "well Stanford I think that's an brilliant idea" I love it when he says my name.

We're in bed together, is it a normal thing for two friends to sleep in the same bed, now that I'm thinking it over, actually have a crush on Fiddleford, I mean it makes sense why I feel all hot when it's winter, and how want him as close as physically possible to me. That makes me think, have I told him of this before, and was he not interested in me. Tomorrow I will ask him this and many more questions.

Finally I went to sleep instead of over thinking about our relationship, it was quite a weird dream, I was in a place were there was books and papers floating everywhere, in the hole place was scattered with stars and math equations in the background. Randomly a triangle popped out of nowhere, he looked very dapper with his bow tie and top hat.

"Hey ya sixer how's the portal going" what the heck the weird triangle thing can speak? "Oh hi dapper trian" he rudely interrupted me "MY NAME IS BILL, you idiots" "jess I didn't know your name before and before you rudely interrupted me, I was going to" again HE INTERRUPTED ME "what the hell IQ, you KNOWN me for years, are you playing a stupid game on ME" jessus this triangle man is so rude "no I AM NOT PLAYING A GAME, if you'd just let me talk, maybe you won't be so confused" "okay then talk Fordy, because this is really frustrating you know" I pause for moment than starting talking "so to put it briefly, I suffered a head injury and now I have amnesia and can't remember anything"

Instead of been understanding this bill character, he literally turned red when he got angry and thrown an temper tantrum. "WHERE THE EVER LIVING HELL IS ALL YOUR MEMORIES" I round my eyes "it's not like I just told you" predictably got more frustrated "IF YOU GOT AMNESIA YOU WOULD STILL HAVE ALL YOUR MEMORIES" I was about to say something but than he just disappeared.

Woke up with me laying on Fidds chest, don't know how I got in this position but I don't care it's nice, especially after that annoying dream guy. Gosh I'm so lucky that I forgot about that guy, the fact that I knew that man before must be annoyance to my past self. I know Fidds like triangles but he can't like this guy, plus he's not even real, what is 'bill the triangle guy' going to do if I talk trash about him. Was kind of sad that Fiddleford woke up he looks so cute asleep, "hey ya Ford we got a busy day today, haven't we, got to dismantle the portal and than get your memories back"

Oh forgot that "alright, business is good, keeps the mind busy hahahah" Fidds looks at me in a compassionate manner "gosh somethings never change" if that was someone else saying that I would of thought it was a rude remark. "Hey um I have something to tell you before we get started" he looked a bit irritated now "yes ford what is it" "well I know this is going to sound weird, but I saw a triangle named Bill in my dreams" okay now I'm thinking it over it was a stupid idea to bring it. He just looks so annoyed now "REALLY STANFORD, I thought that you would know that dreams can be weird, and WHY WOULD I NEED TO KNOW THIS?"

I felt like a complete idiot now "sorry I shouldn't of said anything, let's just get back what we were doing"

Note: did a quick drawing, I want you guys opinion on me doing a drawing on most chapters, should I do it no or yes

[bnomiko]

I randomly remembered Dracula's conversation with Alucard from "The Living Years" today and kinda died on the inside because OUCHOOFOWIE!!!! 😭

Like, they said that they'd talk it out like normal people if Dracula ever started losing his mind again, and Dracula DID lose his mind again....

So like, how'd that conversation go???? Because on one hand it was probably at least a little bit morbidly hilarious with SOTN era Alucard being like "Hey Dad, could you not?" and Dracula being like "LOL, no."

But on the other hand, what kind of absolutely tragic tea did Maria and Richter witness?

Did Julius get to see Tragic Tea Two: Electric Boogaloo during the battle of '99?

I may have conveniently blamed the castle for Drac's state of mind. (Castle: Why me, what did I do?? D :) So there wasn't really any reasoning with him. Like I always headtilt at the conversation towards the end of SotN where Dracula says he wants to purge the human side of Alucard, but that should be the part of him that he'd value even more than his own contribution, because that's proof of Lisa's love for him…

Hmm, IIRC Richter and Maria weren't present for Alucard's battle with Dracula… lemme check. Yes, he tells her to take Richter and leave. So really they just got sad!Alucard to deal with which probably involved a lot of moping and sighing and reluctance to do anything for a good few years.

Ironically everyone's view of Dracula is now colored by Alucard's own perception - except for Trevor's of course, which is different in that, while he doesn't know exactly how Alucard feels, his own memory of "Vlad" isn't the worst. He passed before things really went south again.

Good question about Julius. Instead of Nocturne (the untelling of SotN) I really wish they'd done the Demon Castle War instead, as there's no official story detailing what happened there. I actually never thought about how involved / not involved Alucard might have been in Dracula's defeat there, though we know he was present during the sealing of the Castle.

[tuliharja]

BLEACH: Thousand-Year Blood War - The Conflict episode 10 review

It was kind of funny how Mayuri was talking to Ashisogijizo expecting it to answer to him (or maybe not). However, it would have been funnier if Ashisogijizo had actually answered Mayuri with this deep male voice. Just to see Mayuri scoffing and contemplating he hadn't put such a function into Ashisogijizo. Today's episode's theme seemed to be unexpected growth. At least in the eyes of Mayuri.

It was nice we learned more about Nemu or should I call her Nemuri no. 7? I feel like the reason why Mayuri settled to call her 'Nemu' was due to the fact Nemu survived beyond his expectations and continued to grow, so he wasn't anymore dreaming. (As for those who don't know, "nemuri" means sleep.) Though, ironically Nemu felt no. 7 was her true name, instead of Nemu. But I suppose in the end she accepted it. At least after her talk with Akon. This made me think Akon acted a bit like a surrogate father to Nemu which was super sweet!

Also, as a side note, it seemed Nemu had a rather sweet childhood even though she was obviously growing up in a laboratory, but even so. She seemed to grow in a pretty good environment (she had toys and all other things a child would need and I bet she was watched over 24/7). Which lead to me ponder did Nemu's 'growth' cease at some point? Because if we compare her adulthood to her childhood the way she was mostly treated in her adulthood was abusive. It felt like Nemu was this genius child, but once she hit puberty/adulthood she became 'normal' and thus a disappointment to Mayuri. which led to Mayuri behaving the way he did toward Nemu. But once she showed once again signs of 'growth' he seemed amazed and almost sad Nemu went and sacrificed herself for his sake. Write about a very complex father-daughter relationship! Because Mayuri was Nemu's father in a sense, even I bet Mayuri would rather gouge his eyes out than admit that.

In that sense, Nemu was the perfect opponent against Pernida when came to defeating him. If not Nemu, I'm quite sure Mayuri would have had a much harder time defeating him as Mayuri mostly ended up being amazed by everyone's growth and in Nemu's case her 'perfection'! Luckily ghost of Szayelaporro came to the rescue which in itself was very ironic. But it was enough to snap Mayuri out of his frozen state and pocket Nemu's brain. Without him doing that...Pernida would have evolved even more. It made me wonder if Pernida had managed to devour Nemu fully, would he have become more human-like? Well, no matter what, I'm sure Nemuri no. 7's brain will be put to good use. (Not to spoil anything, but manga readers can surely agree on this, hm?)

Oh, it was a neat detail it showed how Toshiro and Rangiku got shipped to the battlefield, because as far as I can remember in the manga Toshiro just randomly appeared at one point. My memory of this point of manga is very shaky because this whole Mayuri and Nemu part took an extremely long time to be explained and covered, which goes to show Kubo's favorites... I wonder if Mayuri will combust when he learns about Ururu and Jinta? Because I'm very sure he will at some point or another go to Kisuke and gloat about Nemu and I wouldn't put it past to Kisuke to slyly mention Ururu and Jinta, and the fact, 'oh yeah, I too created artificial souls that can evolve'. But while Mayuri clearly geared toward a more shinigami-like existence, Kisuke geared toward more a human-like existence. It makes one wonder...which one is nearer to that 'perfection' that Mayuri was seeking? As Ururu and Jinta will obviously grow faster and quicker older than Nemu would have.

Random side note, Ikkaku and Yumichika thanking Mayuri, and also Toshiro thanking him was nice. Yet at the same time somewhat bizarre, considering everything that Mayuri has done in the past. But like Mayuri basically pointed out...beggars can't be choosers.

It seems Mayuri wasn't the only one who came with 'luggage' to Wahrwelt as Giselle had brought her girl friends! And good thing she had, because those foot soldiers seemed to be tough ones to defeat with Yhwach's eye power in those. I wonder if those are part of Yhwach himself or his power's manifestations or what? In the manga those didn't appear, so this is all new to everybody!

Looks like the next episode will be about Kyoraku and Nanao, based on the ending "poem" card. The one who talked was Nanao and the next episode's title hinted at Kyoraku. Not going to manga spoilers, but those who have read the manga will know the next episode will more than likely focus fully on Kyoraku and Nanao, just like this episode focused mainly on Mayuri and Nemu. Which begs the question...whose fights the last two episodes (since I assume this cour will be 13 episodes and more than likely the last two episodes will air on the same day just like last time) will feature? Because there will be one last cour and hopefully this cour will also end up with a big bang, like last time.

[im-no-jedi]

In Need of Cuddles

I'm feeling the effects of the monthly blood curse and needed some comfort, so I wrote a little something to deal with that. and because it's Wednesday, I chose the bestest sweet boy Wrecker for that 🥰

this is super short and fluffy, no warnings except for an allusion to suffering from depression 💙 also in case it wasn't obvious, this takes place in the MLWTBBverse✨

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"Knock knock!"

Hannah's attention was drawn to her front door. The familiar, boisterous voice from behind it immediately drew a smile to her face.

"Can I come in??"

"Sure," Hannah replied with a giggle.

The front door slid open to reveal the massive visage of Wrecker, who stepped into the room with all the graniose he normally had. A bag was draped over one of his shoulders, and he held a smaller bag in his other hand.

"Clank asked me to bring these up to you!" Wrecker stated as he plopped the bags onto the kitchen counter. A few fruits tumbled out and rolled across the counter, but Wrecker quickly caught them before they went too far. "Hope this is enough groceries for ya!"

Hannah let out another giggle. "I'm sure it's fine. Thanks, Big Guy."

Wrecker grinned at her, then placed the caught fruits back into their respective bags. He was about to start rummaging through one of them to search for a snack he'd brought for himself, but paused just before his hand touched the bag.

Something wasn't right.

He hadn't given much thought to it at first, but Hannah hadn't moved from her spot on the couch since he'd come in. Normally, she would either come over and start unloading groceries right away, or she would give him a little welcome hug. As far as he knew, Hannah wasn't sick or hurt, but maybe he was wrong.

"You doin' ok, Hannah?" Wrecker gently asked.

Hannah gave him a clearly forced smile and replied, "oh, I'm fine. Just... tired today, that's all."

Wrecker's brow turned down. It wasn't unusual for Hannah to hide her true feelings, especially when she wasn't feeling well. And although it was frustrating to deal with, Wrecker knew that was just how she processed certain things. Luckily, he had a knack for picking up on others' emotions, so it wasn't too hard to suss out that she was holding something back.

"Ya sure?" Wrecker began to step closer to the couch. "Cause you're not acting right. To me, anyway."

Hannah let out a small sigh and shook her head. "Sometimes I forget how empathetic you are, Big Guy."

"That's the word that means you can feel other people's feelings, right?"

Hannah nodded with a small chuckle.

"I thought I felt somethin' off about you!" Wrecker came right up to Hannah and bend down closer to her. "You're not sick, are ya?"

Hannah shook her head in response.

"Are ya hurt?"

Hannah shook her head again.

"Did ya get in a fight with Hunter?"

Hannah once again shook her head, this time with a snicker.

"So... what's up then? You can tell me."

A grateful smile spread on Hannah's face, and her eyes began to well with emotion. She let out a shaky sigh before she spoke. "I'm just... do you ever just randomly get sad? Like, for no reason?"

Wrecker thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I only get sad if I see or think about somethin' sad. Like, sometimes when I think about losin' Lula or... ya know, when Kamino went..." He made a noise replicating an explosion and spread his hands out for emphasis.

"Yeah, same. But... sometimes I just... I get sad, and I don't even know why. And it makes my body tired, and I can't make myself do anything. It's kinda like being sick, but not."

"Sick with sadness?"

Hannah managed a laugh. "Kinda, yeah."

Although he didn't understand how such a thing could happen, Wrecker couldn't help but feel complete compassion for his dear friend.

"Aww, Hannah..." Wrecker sat down beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry... is there anything I can do for ya?"

Immediately after touching her, Hannah's eyes began to well up more and a sniffle escaped her nose. "I don't know, I just... I'm just..."

As soon as the first cry came out of Hannah, Wrecker threw his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. "Aww, don't cry, Hannah! It's ok!"

Hannah's cries morphed into small sobs as she clung to Wrecker's massive figure. Her face buried into his chest, and her whole body shook as she cried. Wrecker could only hold her, firmly but gently, as he let her get her emotions out.

Eventually, Hannah's cries turned into just small sniffles, and Wrecker used that opportunity to offer her a tissue. He pet her head as she blew her nose, then moved his hand to gently rub her back.

"Ya feel better now?" he asked, still gentle as ever.

"A bit, yeah," Hannah answered with another sniffle. "Guess I just needed a good cry."

"And a good hug!"

Hannah let out one of her signature resounding laugh. "From you? Always."

At that, Wrecker pulled her in again, making more laughs come out of her. "Glad I could help! I hate seein' ya so sad!"

Hannah's arms tightly wrapped around Wrecker's waist, and she nuzzled into his chest once again. "You definitely helped. Thanks, Big Guy."

"Anything for you, Hannah!"

"You're too sweet," Hannah said with a giggle. She sighed and continued, "I think sometimes I just need some good ol' affection like this."

Wrecker let out a chuckle that rumbled through Hannah's whole body. "Well, whenever Hunter's not around to give ya some, I'll gladly give it to ya myself!"

Once again, Hannah let out a boisterous laugh, loud enough that even Wrecker could feel it. "And I'm perfectly fine with that!"

[thanostherappersupremacy]

Comparing Brother Bear with TBT since their Both movies about Brotherhood and also Brother Bear just Randomly popped into my head again today.

I've loved Brother Bear for years I think its a very underrated Disney movie with nice songs cute characters and a cute story

and I randomly started thinking about it earlier and then started comparing it to TBT since their both strongly focused on Brotherhood,

and I realised that for some reason Brother Bear doesn't bother me as much as TBT does even tho it technically has many of the same faults.

it Rushes over the interesting character Drama and it Rushes a conclusion to said Drama between the Brothers at the end

like the scene in the main film of Kenai confessing to Koda is still fairly sad but its massively undercut by having the song play over it.

the deleted version of that scene where the song doesn't play and we get to hear the full version of Kenai's confession and Koda's reaction is available on youtube and its way more heart-breaking imo,

which I guess is why they didn't go with that version since it would have maybe been a bit too much for young kids

but the movie also employs the gimmick of having the brothers come back together in the end to fight off a life threatening enemy and all is seemingly forgiven between them straight away afterwards.

I guess one reason why BB doesn't bother me as much as TBT is that Kenai actually grows throughout the film despite wronging Koda in a massive way and Koda forgiving him too quickly in the ending

its not as bothersome because we didn't see Kenai mistreat him for most of the film up until the point he found out

and he didn't then proceed to hurt him again in arguably just as bad a way as he did before like Bro zone did

( like imagine if when Koda got upset at him for a perfectly valid reason Kenai proceeded to mock and belittle him and later on he didn't apologise or even show any guilt about it

but was still forgiven by Koda in the end then I'd be singing a whole different tune about Brother Bear believe me 😂😂)

instead Kenai did grow in the film and he and Koda already had a healthy relationship prior to the reveal and later confession.

plus what they had throughout the film was genuine sibling banter it wasn't one sided like Bro zone's interactions were with Branch

where it was basically just them treating him like a kid and not taking his Valid feelings seriously and annoying him and taking joy in it rather inappropriately given their current situation.

and when Kenai confesses to Koda he's a lot more openly remorseful and tries to go after him to make things right Bro zone just get a brief 4 second shot of them feeling bad and then the movie moves on.

and no remorse is seen from them after this brief shot and certainly no apology or acknowledgement of wrongdoing is given by them in the end,

not to mention the climax of BB involves Kenai making a sacrifice for Koda first off he puts his own life in danger in order to save him from his Brother Denahi

and at the very end he makes a big sacrifice ( staying as a Bear so he can stay with him even tho it means leaving behind his human life and not being able to openly communicate with his family )

which somewhat works as an act of love and redemption whereas the climax of TBT involves Bro zone being forced to work together in order to save their own lives as well as the life of the Bro who none of them wronged all that much tbh.

it doesn't really work as a first step towards them redeeming themselves and fixing their family because its kinda selfish and it didn't involve them really making any sort of personal sacrifice or even that much effort

( they basically just agreed to let Branch bail them out of trouble after treating him like crap in their last interaction )

ya know its funny I just thought I'd make this post as a Random little thought since that's all this was I didn't actually expect to talk in depth and compare the movies stories this much lol.

I just started typing and got carried away 😂😂😂😂😂😂

anyway in short I love Brother Bear its a very adorable film and while its far from perfect in how it handles its story its flaws don't stop me from enjoying it.

since it still handled the more important parts of the story well enough.

unlike with Trolls 3 best thing I can say about it is that the movie version of "" Better Place "" is a legit great little song and frankly its too good for this film.

the story didn't earn such an emotional music piece in my opinion.