#smth went wrong after the empty

[valeron99]

- We can handle everything.

[porcalinecunt]

heyy could i ask for a jason todd x reader where they’re fucking in his room and dick happens to walk by and he js peek inside and … ykwim 😩

02 𐙚 KINKTOBER — 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐌!

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 the wayne manor was supposed to be empty, leaving you and your boyfie jay alone to spend a night together. unfortunately, the door wasn’t closed . . .

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD & DICK GRAYSON X GN! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — afab!reader, pervert!dick, peeping, masterbation, jealousy, anal sex, mentions of size kink, dickie being deplorable <3

・:。[ author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ omfg anon, you probably awoke smth in me with this AHHHH— i might make this a kinktober entry bc its just too good! <33

“you alright..?” jason asked as he finally bottomed out. you couldn’t reply until you caught your breath and brought your whines down a notch, yet you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at you’re boyfriend in the eye. nor could you get used to having sex in the wayne mansion.

with such a large house, loud noises are bound to echo all the way into the batcave, hence why it was rare for you and jason to fuck freely in the mansion. not helping the fact that the wayne’s are a rather large family. jay’s six psudo-siblings, the bat himself and alfred makes privacy a bit difficult to have.

tonight however, was different. with bruce and most of the batkids gone to a gala for the night, the vigilante saw the golden opportunity and dragged your ass right out of your apartment for some “quality” time. of course, spending it by fucking you raw on his king sized bed for round after round as loud as he wants. hell, he didn’t bother to close the bedroom door all the way.

a fatal mistake on his end. the smallest sounds leaked through the crack, every slap to the thigh to him muttering dirty talk could’ve been heard by anyone walking by, and it was. unknowingly to either of you, someone else was nosy enough to peek through and watch the free show in front of him.

dick “dickhead” greyson, as jason lovingly refers to him by. even before you confessed to jay, you knew dick was into you. always boring his eyes into your skin as he admired every inch of your being, only for his younger brother to swoop in and take you himself. the golden boy harbors at least some jealousy, and why blame him? he’s a lover at heart, too stubborn to let go of a crush that had him palming himself when the lights went out.

now here he is, staring through the cracked door at your face while jason ruts another one in you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as another mewl for more slipped through your teeth. “another? someone missed me a ton huh..”

he chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips in a lazy attempt to swallow your moans as he pistons his soaked cock into your cunt, clawing another orgasm out of you. the sounds of skin to skin contact drowned out the external noise of dick’s panting just a couple feet away.

he knew it was wrong, downright disgusting. peeping his own brother boning his partner’s cunt over and over again, something only a degenerate would dream of. yet, he couldn’t help himself. not with the pretty noises you’d make when jay breeds your pussy full, or the faces you’d make that contorts with pleasure. he’d fucking kill to be in that room.

with his hard cock in his hand, the ex-boy wonder pumped away at the live porno playing out. question after question running through his head, wondering the things he could do to you if he was shameless enough to walk in. “hah..ahh..fuck y/n, driving me insane here..”

he sighed, stroking himself faster as jason flipped you onto your stomach and stuffing himself into your tight ass. ‘fuck, that’ll do it..’ dick thought to himself, he never knew you were into anal, especially with a man as rough as his brother.

meanwhile, you could practically feel your third orgasm turn your body into jelly. you’re arms were close to giving out yet your boyfriend kept you up by the nape. the difference in size made you a ragdoll compared to your tank of a man, something that went straight into dick’s twitching cock.

“so small..so fuckin’ cute..” he trailed off as his orgasm made itself obvious as spurts of cum splattered against the wooden door. his eyes locked onto your trembling figure as his breathing turned into full on moans.

“jay..baby, m’ gonna cum..!” you whined as jason’s thrusts grew sloppier by the second. dick bit his bottom lip, he was already making a huge mess. a harmony of moans and skin slapping finally muted out the golden boy as he came all over himself and the door. at the same time as you and jay cumming together.

as he watched you and your boyfriend snuggle in the sweaty afterglow, dick stares down at his cum shot palm and the streaks of white on the door. he knew he had to clean up his act before jason finds out and tears him a new asshole for being a perv.

he simply couldn’t help it though, especially waiting the next time he sees your pretty ass bent over.

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[bokutoko]

hi cutie!! first of all CONGRATS ON THE 500 FOLLOWERS, you deserve it omg<333

and then i love your spring event it’s so cute!!! 🌸💐🌷sooo here’s my order: can i please have a mini carnations & roses bouquet as the main flowers and thistle as filler flowers for iwaizumi? (i was imagining uni student iwa but up to you to you if you prefer smth else)

forever

h. iwaizumi x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

cw: night confessions, exes to lovers/second chance romance, uni!au, reader is followed walking home

you didn’t know who else to call.

“hello...?” his voice was muddled with sleep, woken up from the ringing. it was close to one in the morning at that point, but you were desperate—he was the only one to pick up.

“iwaizumi?” you softly asked, your voice shaking, no matter how much you tried to control it. the call was silent on his side for a moment, most likely iwaizumi staring at his phone, wondering if he was actually awake or just dreaming that.

but then he processed the tremble in your voice, his mind zeroing in on it. “what’s wrong?”

“i’m walking back to my apartment,” you whispered into the phone, “i think i’m being followed.”

you hear immediate rustling of the sheets and iwaizumi’s more alert voice. “where are you?”

“about to cross fourth and university drive.”

“i’m coming,” he announced, grabbing his keys, “stay on the phone with me, okay? talk me through this. what’re they doing?”

you know you probably shouldn’t have called your ex-boyfriend, knowing the two of you ended so you both could focus on your respective studies—the same cliché excuse all college exes used���but he was leaving in a couple weeks to study abroad.

despite all this, nothing could ever replace how safe he made you feel around him. he was always the protective kind; he had always been your scary dog privilege.

you swallowed and took a shallow breath in an attempt to calm your heart rate—fight or flight definitely began kicking in. looking around, it was too eerily quiet down this road, with only a couple empty convenience stores still open at that hour. however, they provided enough light for you to remain illuminated at all times, keeping the creeper far behind.

you glanced back, noticing the figure walking slowly, but consistently taking the same turns as you—even after you deliberately went in a circle around a couple blocks to test them.

“they’ve been following me since i left campus,” you explained in a shaky voice, “they’re keeping their head down so the lampposts and shop lights don’t show their face… i’m just gonna walk to your place—you live closer.”

probably not the best idea, but it was your safety on the line.

you heard the controlled breathing on the other line as iwaizumi ran down the street. “keep talking to me, i’m about three minutes away,” he panted.

as you kept checking behind you, the figure kept getting closer, stumbling over their own feet at times—definitely inebriated. as you turned a corner, you saw iwaizumi running to you, and you met him halfway with glassy eyes.

upon seeing iwaizumi holding you in a protective hug, the mysterious person turned to walk a different direction, sober enough to realize it wasn’t worth a fight—especially a fight that your ex-boyfriend would most likely win.

he rubbed your back comfortingly as you buried your face in his chest, taking in the familiar, nostalgic scent of cinnamon. “it’s okay, princess. breathe for me,” he cooed in your hair, using the same pet name from when you were together, “that’s it, just like that. breathe with me.” he drew exaggerating breaths, modeling deep inhales for you to copy.

“didn’t know who else to call,” you whispered, “i’m sorry to bother—”

“don’t finish that. you could never bother me.” with a protective hand on your back, he guided you back to his apartment, knowing you needed to get inside somewhere as soon as possible.

walking into his apartment, it looked the same as the last time you visited. with the mini shelves of books and knick knacks, the minimal wall decorations, and the ugly grey couch in the center of the room, a wave of nostalgia washed over your body.

and then you noticed a picture on the shelf. it was a picture of the two of you on a hike, sweat glistening on both of your smiling faces. it was one of your first dates.

a part of you wondered why he kept such a thing, an intimate memory that only you two could recall. it was the first time he kissed you; his lips met yours right after you took the picture.

“you can take the bed,” iwaizumi stated, dragging your mind back to the presence. you quickly shook your head, but he insisted, walking into the kitchen to get you a cup of water. he remembered you always wanted one next to you in bed in case you woke up thirsty.

as he held the cup out to you, you softly asked, “why did you come?”

he met your eyes, an unusual softness in his eyes—a look reserved only for you, and he shrugged. “because you called.”

silence was stretched thin between you both, wrapping around your throats and preventing the two of you from speaking. you cleared your throat, willing yourself to say something. “iwa—”

“that’s not what you call me.”

you hesitated. “hajime…”

he dared a step closer, a finger lifting your chin up to look into his beautiful olive green eyes. his gaze bounced between your own eyes, searching for something. he wasn’t even sure what he was seeking out, maybe he just wanted to continue looking at you.

god, he could look at you forever.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, “damn, i’m an idiot.”

you paused, your heart skipping several beats as you waited for him to elaborate. you ignored the burn in your eyes or exhaustion that laced your weary bones.

but he didn’t ignore it. he knew how exhausted you were—he could see it in the dark circles under your eyes, in how your body hunched just slightly.

you were gorgeous—perfect, even.

“it kills me how much i still love you,” he whispered, adopting an almost pained expression, “so get some sleep, princess. we have a bit to talk about in the morning.”

your jaw dropped. “there’s no way you’re gonna tell me that, then expect me to go to bed. hajime, you’re going abroad in—”

“two weeks, i know.” shifting uncomfortably, he placed the cup down. “but i also know how wrong i was to think that i could just forget about you.”

the air in the room fell quiet again, leaving the two of you nervous, like it was the end of your first date all over again. both hearts beating wildly, wondering what the other’s next move would be. it was equally exciting as it was terrifying.

“hajime,” you whispered with an exasperated sigh, “you know you’re the one.” your words were gentle, candid, raw. you knew you couldn’t love another like you’ve always loved him. ever since you were little kids sharing the neighborhood swing set or riding bikes together. every time you fell and cried, he was the one to pick you back up.

he sighed, his hand moving to cup your cheek. “and you know you are too, princess. it’s always been you.”

with a soft kiss on the lips, whispers of “let’s get to bed,” and a night of almost desperate cuddles, you fell asleep in the strong arms of the love of your life once again.

iwaizumi knew he wanted to live out his days with you and you alone, no matter how many miles he was separated from your embrace. he’d swim and walk thousands of miles across the world if it meant he’d be able to kiss your lips and hold you again.

three months apart would come and go, but you were his forever.

a/n: protective iwa… save me protective iwa…

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[ducksido]

UGHHHHH I LOVED HOW YOU WENT WITH THE IDEA OF SLAVE!YUU THANK YOUUUUU!!!!!!! TTwTT

I wonder how jamil n slave!yuu relationship is like- jamil IS a slave AND a bodyguard- servant. He still has a room, right to eat- yuu is a literal SLAVE, who im a 100% sure their owner made them sleep on the cold floor n thank them for it cause they arent making them sleep with the animals/outside.

Now that i think of it- crowley probably does notice smth is weird abt yuu, but like... after MONTHS of them being in twisted wonderland, and like... Just a tinsy tiny bit, not fully understanding whats wrong but probably doesn't care enough about them to ask.

What does yuu do with the money crowley gives them????? They probably never had money before- maybe they ask crowley what to do with it n he just says to buy themselves stuff like idk,, hygiene products (male or female yuu needs them anyway), some groceries, clothes, whatever they may need- so yuu takes it literally (like they are meant to cause that's what their master taught them- if they don't explicitly mention a button, then yuu cant get a button). But the ammount of thaumarks crowley gives to them is very small- so they cant buy everything he told them to, but crowley doesn't ask about it next time- or the day afterwards- or the next. And yuu thought that maybe crowley wanted them to buy things for him? So they brought stuff for him (like their master back home used to make them do) so they don't have stuff for themselves- just clothes for crowley, food that can stay frozen in the fridge for crowley, while they have nothing.

CW: Slavery themes, trauma response, food insecurity, emotional neglect, mild disordered behavior

It happened on a Wednesday.

Yuu had just finished scrubbing the Grand Hall tiles again—quiet, compliant, and invisible in the shadowed corner where they worked. Crowley, in a rare bout of presence, dropped a small pouch beside them as he passed.

“A stipend!” he chirped. “Every student gets one. Use it for whatever you need.”

He didn’t stop walking.

Yuu blinked at the coin pouch.

Held it.

Turned it over.

They’d never held money before.

They didn’t know what “need” meant in the way others did.

Crowley’s instructions echoed: “Hygiene, groceries, clothing. Anything.”

So they went to the store. Stood awkwardly at the counter, tracing their finger over the price tags, counting thaumarks with furrowed brows.

Soap? 3 thaumarks. Toothbrush? 5 thaumarks. A week’s worth of food? 50 thaumarks.

Their pouch held 20.

They put everything back.

Except a small bottle of cologne Crowley had once complimented in passing.

The next week, they brought the bottle to his office.

Yuu stood straight, eyes lowered. “For you.”

Crowley blinked. “Is this cologne?”

They nodded. “I couldn’t afford everything you said to buy. But I got this. I hope it pleases you.”

There was a long pause.

Then, a tired chuckle. “Oh dear, well—I didn’t mean you had to gift me things.”

Yuu tilted their head. “You said to buy what was needed. I thought you meant… for you. Isn’t that how it works?”

Crowley waved his hand. “Close enough.”

He didn’t ask what they were eating.

They skipped meals.

Not dramatically. Quietly. Softly. With practiced ease.

When offered food, they insisted they already ate. When Grim made soup, they only took broth. When Deuce handed them an apple, they smiled and said “Later,” then slipped it into their bag for tomorrow.

They were always cold.

Not just from the thin Ramshackle walls—but from a life that had never taught them what having meant. Only surviving.

Jamil noticed.

He always noticed. Always had.

“You walk like someone expecting punishment,” he said one night, finding Yuu sweeping an empty hallway. “Back straight. Eyes low. No wasted motion.”

Yuu flinched.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“I’m not offended,” Jamil replied, voice flat. “Just… familiar.”

The silence between them was heavy. Full of invisible chains and shared exhaustion.

“You’re not a servant,” Jamil said. “Crowley doesn’t own you.”

“I’m not a student either,” Yuu murmured. “I don’t do classes. I just clean. I deliver. I keep quiet. That’s what I was taught. Back home, if I did more than I was told—”

“You’d be punished.”

A nod.

Jamil looked away. “I was born into servitude. But I still had a bed. You sleep on the floor, don’t you?”

Yuu didn’t answer.

He sighed. “You and I were both used. But you were dehumanized.”

Yuu tilted their head. “What’s the difference?”

“You shouldn’t have to ask that.”

The truth started leaking out again—through quiet signs:

Ortho noticed Yuu’s heart rate dropped whenever someone raised their voice.

Vil saw bruises and calluses in places that suggested crawling, kneeling, bowing.

Trey asked why Yuu always said, “Thank you for allowing me to eat.”

Riddle caught them hesitating at store shelves, waiting for permission to buy soap.

Eventually, Malleus confronted Crowley directly.

“What value is this stipend,” he asked, “if they believe it is meant for you?”

Crowley blinked. “They’re just being considerate—”

“No,” Malleus growled. “They are afraid. That is not loyalty. It is conditioning.”

It came to a head in a hallway.

Riddle saw them carrying three grocery bags. Not for themselves—but with frozen meats, imported teas, and polished silverware.

He frowned. “Did you buy all that for Crowley?”

Yuu nodded. “With the money he gave me. It felt wrong to use it on myself.”

“You are supposed to,” Riddle said sharply. “That’s what it’s for!”

Yuu looked down.

“I didn’t know I was allowed.”

They didn’t cry when the boys finally confronted Crowley.

They didn’t scream, didn’t yell, didn’t demand anything.

They just sat on a bench, quiet and tired, while their friends stood in front of them like a wall of protection—Grim growling, Riddle furious, Malleus radiating ancient rage.

Crowley tried to protest.

“They’re not a prisoner—”

“You made them think they were nothing,” Deuce spat.

“You fed into the mindset they escaped from,” Vil said coldly.

“You could’ve helped them,” Azul added. “You just didn’t care enough to notice.”

And still, Yuu said nothing.

Because no one had ever fought for them before.

Not like this.

Later, back in Ramshackle—now repaired and warm thanks to their friends—Jamil brought them a soft blanket.

“Take it,” he said. “You don’t need permission.”

Yuu blinked. “But—”

“You deserve it.”

A pause.

“Do you want me to teach you what freedom feels like?”

Yuu swallowed.

Then nodded.

[firingstars]

neighborly advice | ch. 7

bucky barnes x female reader

summary: bucky prepares for your date, while you deal with the fly.

warnings: mdni, eventual smut, timeline is somewhere around the middle/end of fatws, language, alcohol, slapping, arguments, bucky blushes

word count: 3.8k

a/n: smut coming soon i promise yall… im tryna decide if i wanna give u guys a 6k long chapter for #8 or split it up ;; i also dk how long this series is gonna be i might start writing a one shot in the middle of this bc i have smth i wanna do rq

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Bucky was essentially on cloud nine as he got ready for his date. He slept early without any nightmares, which was a pleasant and welcome surprise, and woke up refreshed. It was the first time, in a long time, that he had been able to rest so well. After his little chat with his date on the fire escape, he went back inside to complete his planning of the night ahead.

There was a drive in movie that would be playing some sci-fi film. That was his plan, he decided. She was smart, and she seemed to enjoy reading about lots of different things. Plus, it filled him with some sort of childish excitement. It felt like he was going to Stark’s convention with Steve all over again. Since receiving his pardon and being reintroduced into the normal world, he actually hadn’t had any chance to go out and do things because he wanted to. It didn’t feel right for him to enjoy life, as sad as it sounded. It still felt slightly wrong, but he was doing it to make her happy. He just happened to enjoy the same things. Bucky accepted the loophole with open arms.

He pulled out a soft blanket and spare pillows from his closet to bring down to the parking garage in preparation for the movie. Bucky would set it all up in advance, get everything pretty and ready so that there would be nothing that she needed to worry about when the time would come. She just needed to enjoy herself. Bucky would make it his personal mission for her to enjoy herself.

While he was out of the apartment, he decided to go get some snacks for the movie, too. Bucky had full intentions of bringing her to dinner before the movie. It was no good to watch a movie on an empty stomach, but what if she wanted to snack on something?

At the store, he realized he had no idea what her preference for anything was. All he knew was that she possibly liked muffins, and she had chocolates and blueberries in her house. He felt like this was a repeat of the flower stand as he stood in the aisles. Then, he found himself consulting Google for the first time.

After gathering what he decided was a smart array of snacks and different things for her to choose from, he made one more stop at an actual florist shop. He’d already gotten her flowers, but those were apology flowers. He needed to get her date flowers. Something with more intention behind it. Roses were still a good symbol of romance, right?

He picked the reddest roses in the shop, and had the florist carefully tie a pretty bow around the stems. Bucky didn’t remember the last time he had been so gentle with something as he walked down the street carrying a bouquet of roses and a bag full of different snacks and things.

“Dinner would take us maybe an hour or two,” he murmured as he pushed open the door to his apartment. He took his shoes off, lining them against the door like she had done before as he continued to run through his mental checklist. He didn’t know if this was something cultural to her, or if she just liked shoes off in the house. Either way, he easily started adapting it in his own routine. “It will take about thirty minutes to drive to the movie– what kind of music should I play?”

Bucky found himself sitting on the couch, angrily glaring at his phone as he frantically searched for songs to play. He knew 40s music. Would she like 40s music? He hadn’t heard music played from her side of the wall before. Should he try to find a station in his car that played music that was trending now?

He was giving himself a headache and needed a breather. He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them, he checked the clock. It was already three thirty. Shit.

Bucky rushed to the shower. He took extra care to scrub the body wash that she said she liked into every pore in his body, and made sure the cologne he used stuck to his skin properly. Fuck, he even made sure his arm was shining and polished even though he knew he would have it covered and gloved for a majority of the night. In the off chance that she would see the vibration, he wanted to make sure it was clear of any potential smudges. Maybe she could even check her makeup in his arm if the shine held long enough.

Then, he stood in front of his closet. He didn’t have that much of a selection to choose from, and he wanted to kick himself then punch Sam’s face in– for no reason other than the fact that his head was floating around in his mind reminding him that he had once said that Bucky needed variety in his closet.

So, he settled on some clothes that were less worn than his others. They looked newer, a little nicer. He had changed three times before finally settling on this. Simple dark washed jeans, fitted shirt, and a nice jacket. Nothing too crazy, but he also didn’t know what was the fashion trend these days.

By the time he was fully ready, two hours had passed. He would wait another thirty minutes before he would go over and knock, asking her if she was ready for their date. He decided to brush his teeth one more time and–

“Get out!”

Bucky froze in his place.

It had been louder on the other side of the wall since he had gotten home. He couldn’t fully discern what the noise was, since it sounded like his neighbor was playing a show or movie, but also had a podcast on? But this— this was her voice. Then, he heard something shatter.

He moved, going to her door, knocking rapidly. Loudly. Calling out her name. The shouting on the other end got louder and he finally tried the doorknob. His heart sank briefly— it was unlocked. The worst scenarios raced through his mind as he pushed the door open.

The sight on the other end made him freeze in his place.

A resounding slap filled the air, and an angry red mark was starting to form on her face.

You finally called Leah, after contemplating it for another twenty minutes. You really didn’t need her coming here, nor did you want to talk to her face to face. Your day was going so fucking well and she didn’t need to ruin it.

“I already called off for the rest of the day, so if you’re gonna tell me to not come, then don’t,” Leah said on the other end of the phone. You glanced at the time. It was almost three thirty. “I’m already on my way.”

“Leah, seriously. I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

“Then when are we going to talk about it?” she spat at you. You could only let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you felt a headache come on. “I have a spare key to your apartment. If you don’t answer the door, I’m going to come in.”

Shit.

Leah hung up without letting you respond, and didn’t answer your next follow up calls. If she was coming from Izzy’s, you had another twenty minutes to yourself. You decided to just get dressed comfortably. She didn’t need to know you were going on a date, much less with Bucky. You didn’t have to explain anything to her after the way she was acting with you.

A small part of you hoped there was something wrong, that maybe she was just testing Bucky. Maybe she was trying to see that he was a good man, capable and worthy of you. You hadn’t dated anyone in a long time, you haven't shown any interest in someone else in a long time. It was always work for you. There was never time for a relationship or romance. Maybe she was looking out. You could only hope that this was her angle– that this was her play.

A deeper part of you realized that you would be arguing with her. She was coming at you with enough hostility to start a war. There was nothing friendly about the conversation that was coming ahead. At this time, almost all of the families were home from school or coming home from their jobs. You turned on the TV and radio to make some sort of white noise, to drown out whatever argument you and Izzy were about to have.

The single mom next to you was known to be a gossip. She loved to spread rumors down in the laundry basement. You didn’t need the entire apartment building knowing about your personal affairs.

You waited anxiously for Leah’s arrival. You managed to speed through your makeup routine. All you needed to do was get dressed when it was time for your date. You stared at the flowers Bucky gave you last night. A small wave of calm washed over you as you looked at the flowers. They were pretty. At the very least, after Leah left, you would be able to spend the rest of the night with Bucky and forget about the storm she would bring.

She didn’t even knock. The door just opened swiftly. Leah didn’t even remove her shoes as she came in, and you frowned at the sight.

“Are you going to explain why you’ve been ghosting me for an entire day?” Leah demanded, arms crossed over her chest. She had an accusatory look on her face— almost as if she was trying to say you’d killed her precious childhood pet, not ignored your phone.

“I’m sorry, am I not allowed to have a life outside of you?” you asked with raised eyebrows. “I wasn’t aware that I was at your beck and call whenever you wanted me to be.”

“What are you even talking about? You don’t even have a job right now! Your lab? Your research? You have none of that and that is your life– so what life are you talking about?!” Leah exclaimed and you stared at her for a second, mouth agape. Leah froze, the weight of her words hitting her as well. She said your nickname softly, “Wait. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No. That’s enough. You don’t get to come into my house and start screaming at me. Get out, Leah. I’ll talk to you when I’m ready, not when you decide that you want to,” you said, standing up from your spot on the couch.

“What? We’ve been friends for years! You’re not just going to kick me out!”

“Yeah? Watch me. Give me back the spare key otherwise I’m calling the fucking police, Leah,” you threatened. Her eyes widened, but her hand tightened over the piece of metal.

“You’re insane. Over a man, really? You’re not even dating him!”

“It’s not even about the man at this point!” you shouted at her. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you! You’re someone entirely different– a few days ago you comforted me when I lost everything, and now you’re taking the one thing from me that I found comfort in!”

“Oh wow, woe is you!” Leah exclaimed sarcastically. “Rich girl forced into self-poverty cries about losing everything. Oh, grow up! You have everything. Do you realize how privileged you sound right now?”

“What the hell are you talking about, Leah?”

“Your life!” she shouted, taking a finger and pointing it at your chest roughly. “You grew up in an affluent home,” another jab, “you went to private schools with tuition that I could never dream of seeing in my bank account,” a third jab, “and you come to New York and try to sell your sob story to everyone that Daddy hates you? Shut the fuck up, seriously. People have bigger problems than you.”

“Who is saying that I am the only one with an issue?!” you shouted back, slapping her hand away from you.

“You act like you’re the only one with a problem!”

“Get out, Leah,” you told her, glaring. “Get out of my house.”

“You have everything you want in your hands, and you could have even more if you stopped being so fucking stubborn. Do you know what I would do to be in your shoes?”

“Is that why you try to go after the one thing that I don’t have? A guy?” you asked with a fake laugh. “Really? Is that all you can do?”

“Yeah, and he really liked me on that date,” she smirked. “Went home with me. You were right. He kisses really well. Did he do that tongue thing with you like he did with me? I mean, not on my mouth. Other lips.”

You raised your eyebrows at her. Fucking liar.

“Get out, Leah,” you repeated, keeping your voice even. You had nothing more to say to her.

“Jealous?” she asked, looking satisfied with herself. No. You weren’t jealous. You were fed up. Tired. Angry.

“Get out!” you shouted at her, pushing her by the shoulders. “I’m so sick of your shit! Get the fuck out of my house!”

“You’re seriously letting a man get in between us–”

“You’re the one who got in between us! You’re insane!” you cut her off. She was pushing back against you, not letting you push her out of your apartment. Briefly, you lost your footing, and slammed the side of your leg into the coffee table. You let out a gasp, watching as the vase with Bucky’s flowers toppled over and shattered on the floor. You didn’t even have time to mourn over it.

“Leah, I’m warning you. I’ll call the police,” you said slowly, jaw clenching.

“Do it, then. You’re just a crazy bitch who wishes you had real problems.”

“At least I don’t go after the men my best friend has interest in like an attention seeking whore,” you spat back.

Then, you were a little disoriented. The stinging sensation came a few seconds later as you blinked, trying to properly figure out where you were again. You stumbled back a little bit, bringing a hand to your cheek. It was throbbing, red and hot.

“Wait,” she whispered your nickname. “I didn’t mean to—“

“That’s enough,” you said, cutting her off as you turned to look at her. “I’m done. I’m… I’m done.”

”Please. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry. Just hear me out—“

”Alright. That’s enough,” a lower voice cut her off.

You looked beyond her, startled for a moment. You didn’t even hear the door open, but he was there at the threshold. You watched as he quickly took his shoes off and crossed into your space. He looked angry, upset.

“Bucky,” you whispered, and he reached for you. He gently cradled your face in his hands, checking over the damage on your face. The frown on his face deepened the longer he examined you. Bucky let out a low, deep breath.

“Can you grab your things, doll?” he asked you, voice lowered to just speak to you. It was soft. There was a contrast in how he looked. He was clearly trying to control himself, despite the fact that he was clearly upset with the situation at hand. “Whatever outfit you were gonna wear for me tonight, your phone. Just grab whatever you need.”

You blinked, then nodded. He let his hands fall from your face, and you turned to your room. You still didn’t have the perfect outfit chosen for the date ahead. and you needed to get some makeup to cover up the redness. Actually shit. When you glanced in the mirror, you saw an angry red line forming. Leah ended up cutting your cheek with her nail.

You shoved down the anger you were feeling. The frustration. There were too many things happening all at once, and there was only one of you. You grabbed the things that you thought you needed and came out of your bedroom, finding Leah trying to reason with Bucky, telling him that the situation isn’t what he saw. He just stared at her. Bucky didn’t give her a single word.

When he heard you step out of your room, he turned to you. He took your things from your hands, placed another hand on your lower back and started to lead you out the door.

”You can finish getting ready at my place, doll,” he murmured to you. You nodded quietly, allowing him to lead you away. You ignored Leah as she shouted your name, trying to follow the two of you. She came out into the hall as Bucky pushed open his own door and let you into his house first. Then, he used his entire body to block Leah from taking a single step forward. He slammed the door shut in her face without acknowledging her.

You slumped into his couch, exhausted. You closed your eyes, trying to fight the tears that were threatening to come forth.

Is that really what she thought of you? This entire time, she just thought you were a brat with no real problems? Is that how you came across to everyone else? Leah had been there with you through thick and thin, through the worst parts of your life. She had kept you awake at night when you had deadlines to meet and you were running on nothing but energy drinks and protein bars, and would bring you food and make sure you took the chance to sleep even for thirty minutes. When there would be a chance she could help you, she would. If you just needed copies to be made for a presentation, she would be the first one to rush to the store to make those hundreds of copies. She would sit there and listen to you practice your presentation and give you pointers, tell you where she thought you could be more emotional and more impactful.

She was your friend, and you were hers. You thought so, at least.

Something cold pressed against your cheek lightly and you opened your eyes. Bucky was in front of you, sitting on the coffee table with an ice pack in his hand, pressing it to your face.

”It’s not regenerative nanomeds, but ice brings down swelling,” he said softly.

You could only stare at him for a few moments before releasing a trembling breath. You watched as his eyes softened for you as your tears slipped down your face.

”What the hell just happened?” you whispered to him, letting out a soft sob.

”I don’t know, doll,” he answered honestly, shaking his head. “You took that hit like a champ though.”

A laugh slipped out in between your sobs, catching you off guard. The ice was moved away from your face, replaced by flesh and metal hands cupping both sides of your face. You looked at him, watching as his eyes slowly traced over every single one of your features, as if he was trying to burn you into his memory. Then, he slowly, gently, brushed his thumbs under your eyes, wiping away the salty tears that kept falling.

”You’re so pretty,” he said in a whisper. You frowned, a slight pout on your lips.

”I’m a mess, no doubt.” You were sure of it. With the tears and the condensation of the ice on your face, your makeup was ruined. Your mascara was running down your face now, and your eyeliner must have crumbed off by this point. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere right now, Sarge.”

”Hmm,” he hummed, tilting his head slightly. He looked at you, thoughtful. Bucky smiled at you. “It’s the truth though?”

The butterflies in your stomach hadn’t fully died, it seemed. No, they had a second life to them, and they were even stronger now. You could feel your pulse racing, and with how he was holding you, you were certain he could feel it under his pinky. There was no way that he didn’t know how badly he affected you and how much just his words and how he looked at you made you feel. In an instant, your perception changed. Maybe you weren’t a mess. You couldn’t look that bad, not when Bucky was staring at you like you were the most beautiful being in the universe, as if you had personally hung up all the stars in the sky and lit up every night for him.

”Swelling’s going down,” Bucky said, and pressed his metal hand against your cheek once more. The coolness of his hand felt better than the ice. You leaned into his touch, and you swore you could hear his breath hitch just slightly. Either way, he kept his hand there.

“How’d you get into my apartment, Sarge?” you asked, finally meeting his eyes. He paused, like he had just been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. You raised an eyebrow at him, and you decided you wanted to tease him a little. “Is this part of your job, too? Breaking into my apartment?”

“Hey, now. Why don’t you lock your door? I was knocking, like a gentleman, trying to pick up my girl for our planned date. I just happened to try the door, and it gave. That’s not my fault,” he quickly told you with a frown that you could immediately tell wasn’t real.

Ah. Leah didn’t lock the door when she entered.

Bitch.

You pushed her out of your head. You had other things to focus on right now. Like what he just said.

”Your girl?” you repeated the words to him, watching his brain freeze in real time. You never thought you would ever see this man with a blush on his face, but here he was. It was subtle, but it was there. A light dust of red against his cheeks, but his ears was where all the color was.

Bucky cleared his throat and stood up quickly, trying to create space between the two of you. You could only smile as he accidentally bumped into the coffee table behind him, miscalculating the amount of force and space he took around him.

”So,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “You can uh— You can get ready for our date here. Take your time. When you’re ready, we can head out. Unless, of course, you’re no longer up for it after all of that.”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “Where’s your bathroom, Bucky? Let me wash my face and touch up. We’ll go after I get dressed.”

next chapter

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FIRST ENCOUNTER - nicholas ۫ ꣑ৎ

pairing . . . wang nicholas x fem!reader

contents . . . fluff , strangers to ??? , reader is taiwanese , place set in taiwan .

message . . . bare w/ me if i wrote smth wrong in mandarin! I used google for this so they're not that accurate.

"Xièxiè, (thank you) come again!" You said, bidding farewell to the customer who left the cafe you work at. You took away the empty cups they left behind, as well as the plates for the pastries they bought. You went behind the counter where the kitchen was also located as you placed them in the sink.

When suddenly, a chime started ringing, an indication that there's new customers. You glanced at them and was greeted by three men who you assumed were close with your age, if not, probably younger because of their youthful appearance. You took note with the way their style of clothing as well, internally clapping your hands for their good taste in fashion.

"huān yíng! (Welcome) sit wherever you like, and I'll be with you shortly." You told them, speaking in your own dialect, without noticing that the other two are foreigners in Taiwan, gesturing at the few unoccupied seats and tables. The blonde guy bowed shortly before glancing at both of his friends, talking in another language, translating what you have said for them. After a few seconds, a few oh's errupted from their mouths as they bowed at you.

"Xi... Xièxiè..?" The two foreigners said, unsure. You only nodded your head as you turned your back, trying to suppress anchickle as you took three menus and a complimentary bread for them. You heard the blonde one laugh at their foreign accent before they sat at a corner beside the window, a perfect seat for sightseeing.

You went towards their seats, and started reaching them the menus. Somehow, Nicholas felt a bit uncomfortable with your lack of enthusiasm. He knows he's famous in Taiwan, it's no wonder. But he couldn't help but feel odd towards you. Surely, you were in the same age as them, considering your choice of style when you removed your apron for a few minutes.

It's not like you wouldn't recognize him, since he didn't wear any disguises at the moment since he knew this place didn't have a lot of people lurking. His two members— Harua and Maki, didn't wear any disguises to cover themselves as well. And yet, Nicholas watched your move, how you calmly tried— emphasized on tried, to talk to them in your broken english after learning that they didn't speak the same language as you. How you didn't gush over them the moment they stepped into the cafe, it was odd. Really odd.

After attempting to talk to the other two with your helpless english, you gave up, turning your head towards the blonde one as you spoke to him instead.

"I'm sorry, I know you're a customer but can you please help me talk to them?" You asked as you spoke in fluent mandarin, desperation laced on your tone of voice. Nicholas, who was caught staring at you shamelessly ever since you went to their table, shook his head to get himself out of his thoughts, as he mindlessly nodded.

"If you find anything good on the menu, just point it out and I'll tell her." Nicholas told the other two, speaking in a dialect which you assumed was japanese.

Harua and Maki both nodded their heads as they scanned through the menu, Harua being the first one to choose. He pointed out at a certain dessert and a drink, while Nicholas nodded as he resumed to you.

"He'd like the mango snowflake dessert and a large caramel macchiato." As Nicholas spoke, you nodded your head while writing down the other.

It took a while, but you've finally overcome the struggles of entertaining foreign customers. The order almost took half an hour to finish because of the amount of desserts they ordered. But finally, you went back to their table with their orders.

"Hey, by chance, can I ask you something?" Nicholas asked as you were about to go back to tend to other customers. You stopped from your tracks as you faced him once again, offering a polite smile.

"Of course, is there something wrong?" You asked. The blonde guy shaking his head as a no. His two friends, didn't pay attention, since they don't understand it anyways. They thought it was just Nicholas ordering something again, or probably asking where the bathroom is.

"I'm just curious if you know &TEAM?" Nicholas asked, staring at you. It took you awhile to notice but this man is, seriously, good-looking. Like he came out from a manhua. His bright hair complimented his skin, and the way he wore his outfit was immaculate.

"&TEAM...?" You mumbled, eyebrows furrowed together as you recall if you ever stumbled upon it before.

"No, sorry. What's &TEAM?" You asked, not your intention to ever offend anyone. Nicholas didn't take it the wrong way, but he surely didn't think you don't know them.

"Eh? How old are you?" You were quite skeptical as to why this fine looking man is asking your age.

"Turning 22... why?" You asked once again, now curious why he's asking you all of these questions. Now, Nicholas' eyebrows were furrowed together as well, his lips parted as he stared deeply into your eyes.

"Do you know any k-pop or j-pop groups?" Nicholas asked another question, not bothering to answer yours.

"I'm familiar with the k-pop and j-pop concepts, but I don't know any groups." You answered, still confused. Nicholas could only nodded his head as he apologize for the excessive questions. You told him it was okay, and he doesn't need to apologize.

You surely did get Nicholas' attention, and he's very much intrigued on what you do in your daily life to not know even a single kpop or jpop group. So when he stood up and paid at the counter, he slipped in a piece of note in between the money he gave.

If you're curious about j-pop, give me a call;) also, you should try listening to &TEAM. They have great music.

— &TEAM Nicholas

[101maverick]

hey i saw your requests are open and i was wondering if maybe you could write smth hurt/comfort with jason please? like they had a big fight and then they make up after something happens🙌🏻

A/n: okok srry if it took me a few days but school and other projects are kicking my butt, hope you enjoy!! I decided to use your request to study Jason from a more ak! Point of view if that makes sense? I haven’t consumed the media but i’ve read some really beautiful works with him and hope it makes him justice :)

Word count: 1206 words

Execution At Sundown

Jason was at your place, sitting on the side of the couch with your tv remote by his side, cup of soda in his hand.

He still hadn’t shown you his face even after months of dating, and even though it stung you understood that it was a huge show of trust on his part, so if he was content sipping his soda from a straw that went under his mask you wouldn’t say anything about it and keep your feelings to yourself.

Everything had been going fine, you had just been hanging out while watching a movie.

It all hit the fan when you decided to go get another soda, rising up from the couch and padding down the hallway to the kitchen to fetch the drink.

After retrieving your drink you made your way back, and as the couch came into view you saw that Jason was now engrossed with something on his phone.

You didn’t think too much about it, just eyed the now empty soda resting in his left hand. On a whim, you walked up to his side of the couch and leaned over, going to grab his empty cup to replenish it.

Before you could do much more than make contact with the clothed skin of Jason’s shoulder though you found yourself being slammed back, loosing your balance and falling on your behind.

——————————

Jason reacted out of instinct.

One second he was relatively relaxed on his girlfriend’s couch, looking at a map of his territory for anything suspicious that might be going on, and the next there was a pressure on his shoulder, somebody leaning in and- “Why don’t you scream a bit for me, Todd?” and then there was pain-

He grabbed the body pressing in on him and pushed, slamming his attacker back and watching, half-standing and with his torso turned in a way that pulled at the knotted skin marring every inch of him, and even if the assailant was on the ground they still hurt him, that damned clown still dug his claws in and he always screamed but nobody heard him and-

Oh. It’s you.

It’s you, who had wormed his way into his heart in a matter of months.

It’s you, who had caressed the mangled skin of his hands and said “That’s okay” in response to the proof of him having been broken and put together crooked and wrong. As if it really was.

It’s you, legs sprawled on the floor with a bewildered expression on your face, wide eyes staring up at him in shock.

Jason stares back at you, his own features turned to stone under the mask as he feels his throat close up.

He had hurt you. He had thrown you to the ground. Guess the apple never falls far from the tree then, uh? Guess he was just like Willis after all, smacking around anyone without the ability to control his feelings. A rabid animal.

An animal. A pet. That’s what the Joker used to call him. What the Joker still calls him every day, in his wretched mind. A mindless thing, twisted and contorted to be ready to bend at his master’s will, and the fact he didn’t have one here anymore didn’t mean he was suddenly upgraded to ‘human’, did it? He was still incapable of controlling himself, succumbing to the rage just like Willis had to the bottle. Not even capable of recognising his girlfriend the only person who had accepted his crooked form and chipped edges, throwing her around simply because even gentle and casual touches were ruined for him by that forsaken clown-

“Jace?”

The world comes back into focus, his eyes zero in on the spot of the wall he had been staring at in his haze and then shift down to you, now seated more comfortably on the ground. You haven’t moved, you haven’t come closer to him.

You’re scared of him.

Jason feels his throat constrict, and he punches the words out around the lump forming in his throat. “I- I didn’t- you were- sorry- I-”

Gosh he’s such a mess, can’t even explain to you how pathetic he is, how he still lets a fucking clown torture him with his mere shadow, and now you will realise the honeyed touches are not made for him, not anymore, maybe they never were, or else someone would’ve come-

Now you will realise that all those jagged edges are places you could cut yourself on. Now you will realise a rabid dog like him just needs to be put down for good.

He stutters out a last sentence for you, spits it out on your clean parquet, and even that feels too much like dirtying your sanctuary for his liking. “I- sorry, I’ll- I’ll go-” and he’s not even finishing his sentence before he’s stalking towards your apartment’s door, steps as sure as he can make them as he walks away from the only hands who had held him oh so gently, only like Catherine ever had, his mom, and he wills his legs to keep moving or else he won’t make it out of here for good-

“Don’t leave, please.”

Your voice is quiet, quiet as it breaks his heart and his resolve.

Because Jason has never been strong, and the little crack he can hear coming from his heart hurts but so does the knowledge he’s too weak to keep going the last few steps to your door, the few steps that’ll lead him back to how it was before and you back to a life of safety, free of the burden that is Jason Todd.

He turns around. You’re leaning in the doorway to the living room, staring at him on the other side of the hallway.

Your stance is relaxed. You aren’t holding yourself like you’re hurt. Your eyes are wide, and sad, but they’re not wary.

With his attention on you, you speak again. Your voice is soft, and now also kinda trembly. “I know I don’t know even the start of the story, but I know you have one and it’s the reason things like this sometimes happen.” Your eyes stare into the white lenses of the mask, desperately searching for his gaze under it. “I’m not gonna say it’s okay, because it isn’t.”

There it is. The proof he fucked it up, like is his design.

“It’s not okay,” you continue, startling him. He was getting lost again. He waits for the axe. “because something or someone hurt you, and you still suffer from it.”

He looks at you. Jason looks in your eyes, and gets the feeling you know he’s returning your gaze.

“I want to help you, Jace. Any way I can. Any way you let me. Because I know that when things aren’t okay, sometimes all you need is someone there with you to help you make it so.”

Your voice was sure through it all, but now it falters a bit. “So, so if you want, I could be by your side. If that’s how you’ll let me help. So, so don’t leave.”

His eyes don’t wander away from you.

And as he gazes into your eyes, glinting with the light from the tv bathing your side in neons, he knows that he never could.

The axe doesn’t fall.

[vanux-blue]

WTH ARE THEY FEEDING THE TSHD ANIMATORS?

(before you read it is a little long an I am still learning inglish so sorry for any writing mistakes!!)

Look I got kind of scared in the first episode bcs of the trees but ended up like :0 NO LIKE THE QUALITY OF THE ANIMATION AND THE SYMBOLISM IN THE WHOLE EPISODE WAS WILD

(sorry I can't speak whitout being in upper case) BUT IN THE SECOND ONE...... MY FACE WAS LIKE

first let's talk about the footage angles, THE FRICKING ANGLES. they were so amazing and well positioned that I can't even explain, the animators represented all the mind blowing things perfectly and some scenes are foreshadowing future things in such a quiet and soft way.

both of this scenes were very well made. they aren't yelling at you "I HAVE SOME STRANGE FORESHADOWING HERE" but anyone who just take a look could tell something is important about it, an incredible eye catching tip. may I say even the shadowing was made in porpoise to show us something

in those two scenes the camera position was used to show how strange and mind disturbing it is. there was a LOT more takes like that, and a honorable mention to one of them is when Yoshiki was buying smth at that store before he talked to Kurebayashi. All the conversation with the cashier was shoot in a way that gave me chills, the positions were so disturbing, the animators did a good job at keeping this feeling from manga

but oh god don't get me stated on the bug symbolism. Tshd use a lot of bug symbolism and I think they explore it in such an wonderful way in the anime, I really can't say it's anything other than incredible

and something I just remembered now is the raw chicken scene that was filmed in REAL LIFE. The thing of freakaru (aka "Hikaru") being " beyond the understadable" and his "incides" being pictured in other tipes of animation and even in real life is SO COOL, like man what an genius move. also before they went into the forest (the image on the left), after they entered the camera stops there and you can hear bugs, after some seconds it's like the camera cuts, moves a liiiiittle and you can't hear anything anymore. GUYS I LOVED THIS SO MUCH, there where other moments like this and I enjoyed every single one (kinda remember me of Madoka magica tbh, like the emptiness in some scenes but also crucial to the vibe ykwim)

aaaand last but not least the opening and credits, FIRST OF ALL WHAT THE FCK, SECOND OF ALL WHAT THE FCK! srsly I got so amazed that I started yelling of pure joy (I'm at a hotel rn)

anyway so sorry I didn't say any of my theories or if was missing smth or if I even said something wrong, just wanted really hard to share my joy since no one I know likes tshd

(T _ T)

tell me anything you want to add, I will be happy to know!!

[mafuluzx]

Hello hello! Hope youre doing well 🫶. May I request a Cole X M!Reader where they are secretly dating but it's not as subtle as they thought? Like, the team is aware smth is up, just not exactly filled in. So the team try to catch them with each other yadda yadda. Take your time, no rush at all! Put yourself before it, always, dear! 🫶

THANK YOU ANNON I WILL TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!!!! I took way too long with this as always, but at least I managed to write something. But I'm so gosh darn sorry, 'cause I just didn't know where to go with this one. I tried my best, I hope it's at least not bad.🥲

Cole x male reader oneshot!

Takes place after season 7,

In plain sight

Jay had been sitting there for an hour. hands folded with his hair covering his eyes like he was some scary villain thinking of his evil villain plans.

It would have been concerning if it was anyone else. But when it comes to Jay, it wasn't the weirdest thing that he had done. So when Zane had passed by the grab himself some breakfast, he had just spoken with a quick "Good morning, Jay." and continued without paying Jay any mind, and instead sitting across from the blue ninja as he started reading today's news paper.

Lloyd, as the responsible and mature green ninja, had of course woken up first and had eaten a long time ago. That seemed to be the case for Cole and (y/n) as well.

However when Kai (who went to sleep late, but woke up at a pretty average 8 o'clock) arrived for the same purpose as Zane, he couldn't just ignore Jay. After grabbing a bowl and filling it with cereal and milk, he sat next to Jay. He ate a spoonful while staring at the blue ninja. He hadn't moved an inch.

"Jay? You okay buddy?" Jay gave him no answer. Kai blinked, and continued eating. But when he was done, he tried again.

"Is anybody home? Hello!? Jay!?" Kai waved a hand in front of Jay's face, but got no reaction. In the end, the red ninja shrugged, took his now empty bowl and spoon and placed them in the sink before sitting back down next to Jay.

He wasn't really busy, so instead he copied Jay's pose, and just sat quietly. Zane ignored them both.

It wasn't until much later, that Nya woke up. She was the opposite of an early bird. Even if she went to sleep early, she could not wake up early on the weekend.

"...Morning, guys." She said as she walked into the kitchen. Zane returned the greeting, while Kai gave her a silent nod. Jay of course was still silent.

Nya was too tired to even notice, and only gave Jay a good morning kiss, but not getting one in return, did she finally realize something was wrong.

"Kai, what are you two doing?" Nya questioned, snapping to get Jay's attention, but that sadly didn't work.

"No idea. I found him here like this." Kai said, Not moving from the pose he had adopted from the blue ninja.

"That is the case for me as well." Zane answered, placing the news paper neatly down on the table.

"Just splash him with water." A sudden voice spoke up from the doorway. Lloyd, who was passing by the kitchen, had noticed the situation and had stopped to listen in as well.

"Did you say something to him?" Nya asked, one eye brow raised in suspicion. Lloyd only shook his head.

"Heck, no. I haven't spoken to him at all today."

"Then what's wrong with him?!" Kai suddenly broke the pose as he jumped up, pointing at Jay as Lloyd shrugged. In the end, no one got a better idea, and Nya formed a bubble of water on top of Jay's head. And without warning, she dropped it.

Jay jumped up, letting out a shrill scream as he did. He quickly shook his arms and legs violently, trying to get rid of as much water as possible. Kai let out a laugh as Lloyd walked in and took a seat next to the red ninja. Meanwhile Nya sat next to Zane.

"Why would you do that?!" Jay let out a high pitched shout as Nya gave Jay a deadpan expression.

"Jay, you were being all moody just sitting there, nothing else could get your attention."

"Oh, right." Jay let out in 'realization', as he sat back down, even if he was totally drenched.

"Why were you acting like in the first place? Did the Star Farer comics get cancelled or something?" Kai finally asked as silence fell.

Jay didn't say anything, seeming to be deep in though, before the reason hit him like lightning again.

"...You guys will not believe me."

"Did they actually cancel Star Farer or something?!" Lloyd let out in horror as Jay let out a scoff.

"Of course not! It was Cole and (y/n)!" Jay shouted as the others all looked at him with questioning looks.

"Cole and (y/n) what? Did they try to cancel Star Farer-?" The second question was barely out of Kai's mouth before Jay smacked him in to back of his head.

"Star Farer isn't getting cancelled! I saw Cole and (y/n) here this morning. They were kissing."

"What about it? I kiss my mom good morning sometimes-" Lloyd was cut off as Jay slammed his palm on the table.

"No! They were right there, kissing, on the lips, romantically." Now the others were completely silent.

"...You sure?" Kai asked after a bit. Jay nodded to him vigorously before continuing.

"Yes! This morning, right when I was about to walk in, I saw them kissing right there!" Right there presumably being the place Jay was pointing to, which was in front of the kitchen counter.

"...You really sure?" Kai questioned one more time as Jay let out a frustrated yell.

"YES!"

"Wanna bet on it?" Kai cockily added, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Sure! I put today's lunch on the line!" Jay came back at him with a scowl and an annoyed tone.

"Deal! Whoever loses buys everyone lunch!" As Kai agreed to Jay's terms, Jay jumped up from his seat.

"I'll prove it to you all right now! Let's go!" Jay ran out of the kitchen, leaving the others to look between each other in confusion, before abandoning their breakfasts and running after the blue ninja.

"Look, look!" Jay whispered out as he arrived in the monastery yard. (y/n) and Cole were putting up laundry together, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Still the team kept their eyes sharp as they observed. It was too bad they couldn't hear their conversation.

But nothing seemed to be happening at all anyway.

"You owe us one lunch, mate." Kai deadpanned as Jay whipped his head at him.

"Don't call me 'mate', Kai!" Jay whispered with a tone of annoyance, when Zane suddenly tapped on Jay's shoulder.

"Is that what you were talking about?" The white ninja spoke, turning his hand towards (y/n) and Cole.

The rest of the team all turned back towards the scene when their jaws dropped. Cole and (y/n) were basically glued together, grinning and laughing about something while holding onto each other lovingly, even sharing a short kiss. But before the team could observe the sight any better, Jay let out a shout.

"THAT'S IT!!!" The sudden shout alerted the two ninja, and in no more than a second, had (y/n) already pushed Cole away.

The (f/c) ninja grabbed a laundry basket from the ground, shoved it in Cole's hands, and rushed away without saying anything.

Cole was left standing by the laundry line, dumbfounded until he spotted Jay and the others from the corner of his eye.

The black ninja looked annoyed, but he masked it with a greeting and a smile.

"Kai..." Nya started in a whisper, as Kai let out a long sigh before speaking up again:

"I know, I know... I owe you guys lunch."

[ogcalesgf]

windbreaker | tsubachika friendship discussion-prompt!

i’m procrastinating so… (also, these are personal takes so a there might be a lot of inaccuracies and such)

i don’t know why, but i have this inkling that tsubaki and chika would be great friends if they’ve met in a different time and setting or something. i can hardly believe that a deva, umemiya’s deva would have nothing that chika would be interested in, when one of the reasons why they could support ume is they share a similar trait with him. may it be the objective, or will alone, i feel like that would be enough to catch chika’s interest. maybe ume just overshines the light they have in them, but it doesn’t mean that they don’t have it. (ume please stop being the sun or smth challenge failed?!?)

heck, umemiya met tsubaki when he was fending off the bullies for making fun of what he likes. i feel like that certain drive that tsubaki has would be enough to catch his attention.

but also, what if, they met after the noroshi war. in the same salon. getting the same hair treatment (to rehydrate their hair because they dye it a lot), and by chance they just talk.

tsubaki tends to follow ume’s will a lot, especially in a matter of building relationships. and while he can be wary, in a certain situation at that, he won’t be rude to him especially when nothing bad is happening after they “settled” the matters from before.

now, here comes the prompt:

this is more of an post-war interaction, because i feel like chika would interest himself with people that ume interacts with.

tsubaki is… well, he didn’t expect this. meeting takiishi chika, in the same salon that he goes to every now and then. not really knowing how to act, he just nods at him as the red head blinked before tsubaki went to the hairstylist to tell them what he for the day.

and being the lucky lad he is, tsubaki was sat next to chika. even with a lot of empty chairs around them.

they don’t seem to particularly want to talk to each other, but it just happened. their stylists were talking, and are involving them in their conversations until the four of them are now sharing opinions about a certain topic.

even chika who often just nods are now speaking a few sentences every once a few responses. and as they were finished with their appointment, well, they didn’t expect to see each other again unless chika visits furin so—

oh well, he’s wrong.

tsubaki finds himself seeing chika in the large crowd in front of the stage where performs. after his performance, he made mind note to steal nakamura’s table (chika’s) to see how he ends up here.

it was supposedly just a light conversation between a customer, and a pseudo-waiter, however, tsubaki finds himself talking around chika who seems to indulge himself with tsubaki’s chatter.

and then it happened again. and again. and again.

endo just finds tsubaki, one of umemiya’s deva, in his’ and chika’s shared apartment.

“endo,” tsubaki greeted him with a nod.

“what… are you doing here?” endo was taken aback, he’s here to fetch chika to show him something interesting; but finds himself interested instead.

“well, chi-chan invited me.” he said with a light hearted tone, expecting someone to react. endo did, feeling quite the irritation. a very familiar feeling.

of course he knows this feeling, that’s how ume makes him feel on a daily basis ever since he and chika became friends.

“i told you not to call me that, tsubakino.” chika emerges from the kitchen with some fruit in a platter, heading towards the sofa to sit beside tsubakino.

“and i told you that friends call each other nicknames! it’s tsubaki-chan! tsu-ba-ki-chan!” tsubaki said as he grabs a sliced apple to bite on it.

it was a weird thing to witness, maybe annoying, but it was also fascinating. endo’s pretty sure that calling chika, “chi-chan” would have him at death’s door if he even breathes that horrendous nickname around him.

wait. fri—huh???

“you should have some, endo. chika-kun bought these with me earlier,”

what.

“and i bought these for us, why are you giving it away?”

What.

“because sharing is caring, chika. endo would love to have whatever you give him, right, endo?”

WHAT.

“hm.”

since when does chika use words to express himself???!!? and he didn’t hit tsubakino tasuku, for not agreeing with what he thinks?

“wha- yo- how- huh?!? since when have the two of you starting becoming friendly?!”

“for a while now,” chika answered, staring blankly at endo who is currently at his wit’s end.

“you are now interested in tsubakino? him?” he asked exasperatedly, pointing towards tsubaki.

“i’m plenty interesting, thank you very much!” tsubakino refuted, eyebrow raising.

“he’s… fun.”

yup. endo’s losing it. maybe he’s being punished for his greed. maybe he’s now paying for all the horrible things he’s done. he can’t even pray because his god is the one who changed!

“i think you broke him, chi-chan. i should go.” tsubaki said, uninterested.

“mhm.”

“i’ll call you, okay? see you!”

note! a very chaotic idea for my very chaotic week. i want a tsubachika friendship and ume just watching them from afar and cheering them on, and endo just hating all the furin students except sakura because of how tsubaki AND ume steals his god. but anyways, if you don’t like it simply don’t read. thanks!

[dontexpectmuch]

(if ur still taking requests!) going on a boba date jude and him trying it for the first time 🧋🤍 and maybe doing smth cute like getting matching piercings/tattoos together after 🤭

“i heard people choke on shit like this and die.” jude said, a hint of wary in his voice as he was eyeing the boba in front of you guys.

convincing him to try it with you was quite easy, jude never made you say a wish twice, he always immediately tries to get you what you want, same thing you do for him. however, convincing him to actually try the boba proved itself to be quite hard.

the atmosphere around you guys was really nice, soft even. the boba shop was nearly empty, most of the people that got boba went outside. the weather was nice, which resulted in the perfect time for a long awaited date.

“i promise you, babe, that rarely happens. just try it, i swear you’ll like it!” the whole situation got you smiling somehow. jude looked to unsure, almost like a cute (meerk/-)cat. all you wanted to do was to get on his lap and cuddle him, maybe kiss him?

“if i die-“

“you won’t!”

“well still, you don’t know what might happen!”

sighing, you take your boba and bring the straw to your lips, taking a sip from it, all while holding eye contact with your boyfriend. you chewed the boba ball and swallowed it, before showing you empty tongue your boyfriend.

“see? i am still alive. now’s your turn!”

as jude saw the excitement in your eyes, or maybe he was just being a horny teenager again, though he couldn’t help but comply to your wishes. bringing the straw closer to his lips, he took one last breath before taking a sip. he felt the boba in his mouth and started to chew.

the beverage itself tasted really good, he noted, he just didn’t know how to describe the flavor of the boba.

“it’s glibbery.” he states, putting down his cup and looking at you. “but it’s okay.”

“just okay?”

nodding, jude shrugged, “i mean, i don’t think i’d crave it or whatever, but i wouldn’t say no to another boba date either.”

smiling, you moved closer to his body, leaning against his side as his own hand made its way around your waist, “i’m glad it wasn’t a complete fail for you.”

“nah,” jude shaked his head, “i know that you know me, babe. i bet you knew that i wouldn’t hate it.”

“i didn’t know that you were such a scaredy cat, though.” your voice was laced with a hint of teasing, your arms now around his torso as you squeezed him slightly.

“shut up, dude!” he groaned, head thrown back, “people can actually die because of this!”

laughing, you shaked your head. was this actually the guy that would start a fight on the pitch when someone wronged him? was this also the guy that had no problem from jumping down off cliffs into the ocean, without a single doubt?

“you know,” you broke the comfortable silence between the two of you, “i genuinely love you so much, it’s crazy.”

“yeah, it would be crazy if you didn’t, i mean, look at me.”

groaning, you pushed away from his body, at least you tried to, but he had a good grip on you, the smirk on his lips never leaving.

yeah, it would be crazy not to love him, you admit.

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already have one with matching tattoos, HERE

[rose-courts03]

I’ve been seeing the hope kids recently and I got so happy bc I was vaguely in the Robtd fandom- but yknow what else it reminded me of? Bad end friends. Which now I propose to you:

No hope kids

Mei Mei- who is taken over by her rage and animalistic urges, becoming an unstable and uncontrollable werepanda esque creature

Miguel- literally just how he was in regular bad end friends which is why I am also like AAAH this

Hiro- got stuck in the other dimension thing and in a last ditch effort somehow combined himself with baymax or smth like that and then managed to get out after being stuck for a long time.

Riley- something went wrong in her inner world and somehow EVERYTHING disappeared and she becomes like an empty husk. (Can you see the parallel Mei Mei has to many emotions and Riley now has none at all)

I need to familiarize myself with Miguel’s bad end friend thing (I think o might actually be confusing him with Marcos but I was never a svtfoe fan so I was never into that one). But yes here it is folks

[cryingselle]

Fins, Grins, and School Shenanigans

Scenario: Choi Beomgyu had always been a thorn in your side. His relentless teasing and bullying made every school day feel like a battle. But everything changed during a class trip to the lake.

Pairing: Beomgyu  x female reader

Genre: fluff, crack

Warnings: harmless bickering between friends? Cannibalism if you think deeply 

Word Count: 2500+

A/N:   Inspired by that aussie mermaid show,, h2o smth and webtoon “diving into love”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Every school day starts with a familiar scene: you walk into the building, and there’s Choi Beomgyu, ready to unleash his daily dose of torment. You’d think you’d be used to it by now, but somehow, he always finds new ways to keep you on your toes.

When you first arrived at the school, your initial impression of Beomgyu was that he was the prettiest guy you've ever seen, even prettier than girls. 

So when he approached you with a relaxed and friendly demeanour, you felt a sense of comfort ease and gratitude for the unexpected warmth and kindness he showed you. 

You relax a little as the conversation flows easily. Beomgyu is funny and engaging, and you’re surprised by how quickly he makes you feel comfortable. He asks you about your interests and your favourite subjects and even cracks a few jokes that make you laugh. You’re glad to have made a friend so quickly, and Beomgyu goes out of his way to hang out with you for the next few days. You start to think maybe this school won’t be so bad after all.

…Until that one day when you brought your favourite meal of all time— the one and only sushi for lunch. You unpack your bento box filled with neatly arranged rolls and start eating, enjoying the quiet moment.

As you’re eating, Beomgyu walks up with his usual cheerful demeanour. “Heyo, what’s up—” He stops mid-sentence as his eyes drift down to your lunch. His smile freezes when he sees the sushi neatly packed in your bento box.

“Sushi, huh?” he says, his tone still light, but there’s an edge to it now.

You nod enthusiastically, oblivious to the sudden shift. “Yeah, I love sushi! It’s my favourite food.” 

Beomgyu’s smile tightens, but he forces it to stay on his face. “That so? You must really like fish then.”

“Totally,” you reply, grinning. “I could eat it every day.”

For a moment, there’s silence. Beomgyu’s expression changes subtly—his smile fades, and something cold flickers in his eyes. He doesn’t say much after that. He quickly excuses himself, claiming he just remembered something he needs to do and walks away. You don’t think much of it, chalking it up to him being busy.

However, after that day, things start to change. Beomgyu becomes distant. He stops seeking you out during breaks, no longer invites you to sit with him, and even seems to go out of his way to avoid you. When you do run into him, his greetings are short, his smile no longer reaching his eyes.

You were confused and a bit hurt. What just happened? Why did he suddenly turn cold? You replay your last conversation in your mind, trying to figure out what went wrong, but nothing makes sense. All you know is that the friendly guy who sat down with you is not the same person who walked away.

A few days later, it gets worse. You’re at your locker when you suddenly feel a cold splash on your back. You spin around to find Beomgyu standing there, holding an empty water bottle, a smirk on his face.

“Oops,” he says, voice dripping with fake concern. “Didn’t see you there. Maybe you should have stayed in the water where you belong, Fish face.”

You’re stunned, unsure how to react. The once-friendly guy who was so nice to you is suddenly mocking you in front of everyone. From that moment on, Beomgyu’s attitude takes a complete 180. He starts calling you “Fish face” whenever he sees you, making snide comments about your lunch choices, and even getting others to join in on the teasing.

One day, he “accidentally” bumps into you in the hallway, knocking your books to the ground. As you scramble to pick them up, he leans down, his voice low so only you can hear. “Maybe you should lay off the fish. It’s making you slow.”

Another time, you find your locker filled with sardines. The stench is unbearable, and you know it’s Beomgyu, but you can’t prove it. When you glare at him across the room, he just raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk on his lips.

…And you realise Beomgyu isn’t just joking around—he’s trying to get under your skin.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

 During a class trip to the lake, you were enjoying the sun and trying to avoid Beomgyu’s latest torment. But as you soaked in the sun, you noticed Beomgyu sitting alone at the far end of the lake, looking more isolated than usual.

A mischievous plan began to form.

 You’d had enough of his bullying and figured this was your chance to get a little revenge. With a mix of nerves and determination, you decided to approach him. Quietly, you tiptoed toward Beomgyu, who was sitting with his back turned, completely unaware of your approach.

You took a deep breath, steeled yourself, and with a swift motion, gave him a playful shove. “Oops!” you exclaimed as he toppled forward, arms flailing. Beomgyu fell into the lake with an undignified splash. The lake wasn’t very deep, so you knew he wouldn’t drown, but you still watched with a bit of satisfaction.

However, what happened next was anything but expected. As soon as Beomgyu hit the water, something incredible occurred. Instead of flailing to stay afloat, his body started shimmering, and before your very eyes, he transformed into a crappie fish—a small, silvery fish with big, surprised eyes. Within moments, he was no longer a boy but a fish, darting away into the depths. The fish flopped around in the shallow water, looking utterly bewildered.

You blinked, rubbing your eyes, thinking you must be seeing things. But no, there he was, your school bully, transformed into a fish.

Your mouth hung open in shock. “What… just happened?” you whispered to yourself.

You crouched down, staring at the fish with wide eyes. “Beomgyu?” you asked tentatively. The crappie fish gave you an indignant flip of its tail, as if to say, Yes, it’s me, you idiot! 

You blinked, convinced you were experiencing some weird heatstroke from the sun.

“What the—?” you gasped, doing a double take. Beomgyu was now a fish, and he was swimming in circles like he was auditioning for a role in a nature documentary.

You stood there, stunned, unable to contain a burst of laughter. “Oh. My. God,” you managed between giggles. “Beomgyu, you’re a fish!”

The crappie fish flopped its tail helplessly as if trying to say, “This is not what I had in mind for a day at the lake!”

As the panic subsided, you realized you had stumbled upon the most ridiculous secret ever: your bully was a half-fish-man. You couldn’t help but chuckle. All those times he’d used his “superior” swimming skills to mock you, and here he was, flopping around like a fish out of water—literally.

After a few moments, Beomgyu managed to wriggle his way back to the shore, and with a dramatic splash, he transformed back into his human form, dripping wet and looking both embarrassed and annoyed.

“Not a word,” he hissed, glaring at you with a mix of embarrassment and anger. You just nodded, biting your lip to keep from laughing. 

“I’m so sorry,” you said, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. “I didn’t know you were… well, a fish!”

Beomgyu gave you a look that could only be described as a mix of frustration and resignation. “Yeah, well, now you know,” he muttered, drenched and slightly fishy-smelling.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

“So, here’s the deal,” Beomgyu said, his voice low and menacing. “You keep quiet about my little… fishy situation, and I’ll keep quiet about yours.”

You raised an eyebrow, confused. “What are you talking about?”

 Beomgyu’s eyes narrowed. “I’m talking about that… thing you’ve been hiding. The one where you, um, almost embarrass yourself in public. That cringe love letter thing”

Your face turned crimson as the memory hit you. The “love letter” in question was actually an incredibly awkward and deeply personal letter you had written to your childhood crush, but you had mistakenly sent it to the entire student body. The entire school knew about your embarrassing crush and your heartfelt if somewhat clumsy, declarations of love.

You tried to play dumb. “What thing? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Beomgyu smirked. “Oh, come on. The one where you—”

“Alright, alright!” you interrupted, throwing up your hands in surrender. “Just keep quiet about it. I’ll keep your secret, no problem.”

Beomgyu’s expression softened just a fraction. “Glad we could come to an understanding. And hey, thanks for not making this a bigger deal. I wouldn’t want to be a fish in a tank of gossip.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

After returning home, your mind was buzzing with a whirlwind of thoughts. The incident with Beomgyu had been both shocking and strangely comedic, and you were still trying to process everything that had happened.

You sat down in your room, replaying the events of the day in your mind. The image of Beomgyu transforming into a crappie fish kept flashing before your eyes, making you laugh and shake your head. Did I really just see my bully turn into a fish? you wondered, as you drifted off to sleep, struggling to reconcile the bizarre reality with your ordinary life.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The next day at school, you were bracing yourself for the inevitable encounter with Beomgyu. The buzz about the lake incident was still fresh, and you knew he’d be on high alert. 

You walked into school, spotting Beomgyu leaning against the lockers, chatting with his friends. Without missing a beat, you approached him, a grin already forming. “Morning, Nemo! Any plans to visit the reef today?”

Beomgyu shot you a mock glare and whispered to you. “You’re not seriously going to keep this up, are you?”

You shrugged. “As long as you keep giving me material, Fish Face.”

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. “You’re relentless.”

In class, you sat a few seats away from Beomgyu, but the banter didn’t stop. Every time the teacher mentioned something remotely related to water, you’d glance over at him with a knowing smirk. At one point, the teacher brought up the topic of marine biology, and you leaned over to whisper, “Should I take notes for you, Mr. Aquatic Expert?”

Beomgyu shot you a look of faux exasperation. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“More than you know,” you replied, stifling a laugh.

Lunchtime was your favourite part of the day. You grabbed your tray and headed to your usual spot, only to see Beomgyu already sitting there, munching on his food. You couldn’t resist. “You didn’t order sushi, did you? I hear it’s risky for your kind.”

He nearly choked on his sandwich, giving you a look that was half amusement, half annoyance. “You’re never going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope,” you said cheerfully, taking a seat across from him. “But hey, at least I’m not telling the whole school about your secret.”

Beomgyu smirked. “Touché. But don’t forget, I’ve got dirt on you too.”

You nodded, acknowledging the truce. “Fair enough. We’ll call it even—for now.”

Then sudden realization hits you.

“Wait….Beomgyu?’

‘What”

“Is that why…you bullied me??”

“That wasn’t bullying you know-”

“You don’t call this bullying?? Wanna experience the same?”

“H-hey- um, fine. I’m sorry. You loved eating my kind so what do you expect from me?”

“But I didn't-”

“Well, now you know. Stop eating my family in front of me”

And you were left utterly lost for words.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

In between classes, you’d pass Beomgyu in the hall and toss out random fish puns just to keep him on his toes. “Don’t flounder on your way to math class!” you’d say, or, “Better swim fast, you might be late!”

Beomgyu groaned every time but couldn’t suppress his laughter. “You really need new material,” he joked.

“Maybe, but these work just fine,” you shot back with a grin.

Over the next few days, your interactions with Beomgyu settled into a rhythm that was both strange and unexpectedly fun. The tense bullying that had once defined your relationship had evolved into something resembling a weird, but entertaining, rivalry.

Every morning, you and Beomgyu would exchange jabs as if it were a regular routine. The fish jokes had become a staple, with you coming up with increasingly creative ways to tease him about his aquatic secret. Beomgyu, to his credit, started firing back with his own playful insults, and soon, your exchanges were the talk of the school. 

Other students noticed that something had changed, but no one could quite figure out why the former bully and his favourite target were now acting like they were in some kind of odd comedy duo.

“Nice shoes,” you’d say, passing him in the hallway. “Do they come with flippers?”

“Only if yours come with a life vest,” he’d retort without missing a beat.

In gym class, the teacher announced a surprise dodgeball tournament, and by some twist of fate, you and Beomgyu ended up on the same team.

 Initially, you both tried to ignore each other, but it quickly became clear that you made a surprisingly good team. When you weren’t busy tossing sarcastic remarks at each other, you were actually coordinating plays like pros.

“Think you can handle this?” you asked, tossing Beomgyu the ball.

“Just watch and learn, Shark Bait,” he shot back, hurling the ball with a precision that left the other team scrambling.

By the end of the game, you were both grinning and high-fiving like old friends. The rest of the class looked on, confused by the sudden camaraderie.

Despite your growing rapport, the unspoken agreement to keep each other’s secrets remained intact. You both knew that one wrong move could lead to some major embarrassment, so neither of you pushed too hard. However, there were still moments when you’d catch each other’s eye and share a knowing smirk, a silent acknowledgment of the ridiculousness that had brought you together.

“Just remember,” Beomgyu would whisper whenever the topic of swimming came up, “you still owe me for that lake incident.”

“And you still owe me for that letter,” you’d reply with a wink.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

As the days passed, the tension between you and Beomgyu faded more and more. While you still teased each other mercilessly, there was a growing sense of mutual respect. Beomgyu even started helping you out with homework from time to time, and you found yourself looking forward to your daily banter. 

It was as if the bizarre secret had forged a bond between you, one that neither of you had anticipated.

One afternoon, as you were both hanging out by the bleachers after school, Beomgyu surprised you by asking, “So… what’s the deal with us now? Are we still enemies, or are we… something else?”

You thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. “I guess we’re frenemies with benefits.”

“Benefits?” he echoed, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you know—like, you get to keep your fishy secret, and I get to keep my love life disaster under wraps.”

Beomgyu laughed. “Fair enough. Frenemies it is.”

There was a comfortable silence for a moment, a far cry from the animosity that used to define your interactions.

“Hey,” Beomgyu said, breaking the silence. “Thanks for not being… you know, a complete jerk about everything.”

You chuckled. “Same to you, Fish Face. Maybe this whole ‘frenemies’ thing isn’t so bad.”

He smiled, genuinely this time. “Yeah, maybe it’s not.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

[mako-neexu]

smth smth rambles that are entirely my opinion and i could be wrong (so dont attack me) you know this chapter made guda, fuijmaru ritsuka with already Many Issues worse is because of "mash" or rather kyrie's death but ultimately comes back to mash...that dantes did for them.

we even see a while back how guda was already shaken by not knowing whether mash is safe during lb6 after that fog like their priority is mash. mash.

they were already frantic as soon as they remembered mash almost questioning everyone about her whereabouts and immediately got reckless just trying to reach her at norwich. and when only when they were together did the "narrator" emphasize on the sheer relief guda felt like-- wow the obvious signs in OC chapter 2 makes you realize furthermore that guda's sanity hangs on a thin thread named 'mash' asdfgh

yes guda loves mash!! yes they care about her!!! but look and read at how guda tells absolutely nothing to mash- and that applied the same to kyrie!

(more below)

kyrie wanted to know and ask her senpai about the situation like we see her really wanting it but ultimately backtracking in the end because she trusts guda and she's even supportive. and guda was grateful/relieved that she stays innocent about the weird things going on in their tokyo.

they do compromise at one point that if kyrie really demands on explanations, guda would tell her but...

guda doesnt tell her anything, (kyrie believes in her senpai so even when faced with death, kyrie didnt break under pressure) keeps her in the dark so no one comes after her. for her to be ultimately safe. so she remains...innocent, normal who stands alongside "mama" and "little sister" as they arent involved in the first place about whats been happening. and guda wants to keep it that way for their family. not a real family, but a family nonetheless that cared about guda. an epitome of normal- which mash kyrielight has attained.

and now you see guda, who, upon waking up asks mash kyrielight if she was okay. if she was alright. guda doesnt stop their questions until mash answered. and so mash answered.

"I'm okay, Senpai. My vital signs are normal... so I'm completely okay."

all the while guda had just dismissed being in pain literally one minute ago and just hugged her tight. they "save mash the trouble" to tell her about the pains they went through in the singularity so as not to burden mash. so they stuff their pain inside the corner of their heart again, completely satisfied with mash's safety and disregarding their own health. (you also see in section 23 that theyre cherishing the normal and small moments with mash.)

mash is normal. mash looks pure to guda, her heart filled with "color" in comparison to guda whose heart has become "transparent". an inverse character development which will ultimately destroy them both.

for mash, who sees her Senpai as strong and unwavering, the image of kindness and strength when they held her hand during part 1 crushed by a coffin which she continues to believe them to be that way until now.

for guda, who sees mash as someone who's become normal. one last remnant that reminds them of a past life lost, mash with that purity and normalcy becoming an ideal to protect (as if she was glass) because they no longer have their own. (and mash is also literally the only one left close to guda, who remembers all the events of part 1. which... adds more to how losing mash would break guda even further.)

(also we see guda say 'tadaima' coming home to an empty house, the loss of kyrie and their family still in mind, and a little later, the Avenger mindset comes back and settles in as they're plagued by bloodlust. then when guda comes back to mash, their home, mash is their home. do you realize that? do you realize what im saying? mash says: "welcome home, senpai." and that was enough for guda. that eased everything in guda's tumultuous heart.)

i remembered guda avoiding on telling "mom" that they and kyrie were near the "gas leak site" / britoalter's battleground so like.....of course their lying to medical staff about getting back to the battlefield would carry over here.

deliberately making sure the "normal" components of their fake high school life remain untainted is what we see guda do. they shouldered everything, terrifying as it is, just to protect them but ended up inevitably losing them in the process.

there's also that contrast in seeing a dead body between kyrie and guda. kyrie still stood strong against dantes and remained rational and calm while telling "ojisama" that this wasnt good for guda. meanwhile guda, while still able to think about calling the ambulance after seeing the da vincis absolutely lost their mind when it came to kyrie which their mind thought of mash- and i think guda thought of both as 'one' person so they went absolutely insane right then and there

during the conversation with amatsuka, thats the part where guda became finally stable. because its implied guda's mental state really broke at kyrie's death which their mind automatically thought it to be "=mash is dead". but ukelele-senpai saved the day by reminding guda where they are, if mash and kyrie were the same person, and helping guda calm down and think of seeing that blue sky with mash during the part 1 epilogue.

and augh guda you shit!!! you need therapy!! dont put mash in a pedestal!! dont treat her as if she's fragile!! dont treat her like porcelain meant to be protected while you take on everything for the sake of keeping mash safe because she is the only remnant of your past left, because she is the only "normal" person you have left!!! guda you need to understand that if ever mash gets hurt someday or dies and its out of your control, you need to understand that it wont be your fault!! you need to understand that because someday you will part ways with her as well and you need to be able to be ready to lose again. if you lose mash once and for all, what will you do!?!?!? this is not healthy guda!! gudaaa you hear me!!?? gudaaaaaaa

[maxivstappen]

Heyy I need serious advice, I think my teacher is trying to groom me and idk what to do. Like he started out asking what I use on my hair to make it smell good and then for a party I used a red dress that was really tight and had a slit and he texted me (idk where he got my number ) “red is now my favorite color” bc he saw a picture of it in my friends story. On Thursday I was practicing for an event in my school so when I came back the rest of the class was doing something in the lab and I didn’t wanna do that so I went to the classroom and as I’m walking I pass that teacher but I ignore it and keep waking but then I feel like I’m being followed so when I turn the corner I run and enter the classroom where there is only one person and she’s one of my teachers and 5 secs later the creepy teacher comes in and he knew the classroom would be empty bc his classroom is next to the lab and it’s impossible for him not to have seen my classmates. Like 2 minutes after my friend comes. Anyways the event I told you about, the outfits were very revealing so my friend started like complaining about them bc it was a short skirt (very short like upper thigh showing booty type short) and an almost see through crop top and he overheard that so the next day he saw me at the practice for the event and I was Early so I was alone and he asked me how the outfit fit me and I was like “it’s okay hahaha” bc I’m uncomfortable but I still have this thing where I’m too nice to everyone and after I said that I left and then he texted me “I can’t wait to see you in the outfit of the event 🥴” and I stared at it in shock for a min but then he deleted it so I couldn’t take a ss and then I got bored so I answered him (I know it’s wrong but still) but I told him that they changed it and he said “I wanted to see you in that dress 🙁” and then he said he texted me like “sometimes it scares me to text you” and then i asked him why bc at this point I wanna gather evidence to sue him or smth and he said something Iike i don’t want something to be misinterpreted so if I text you something will you delete it and I said o yes bc im obviously not going to delete him and I guess I took to long to answer when he asked if I was alone bc he said that he would tell me in person and now I’m scared of being alone in school, my friends know but they can’t be with be 24/7 even though they try not to leave me alone. But my conflict comes when I don’t know if I want to tell on him to the authorities or not like what if some other girl falls for this? He’s like 40 btw and is everyone’s favorite teacher but also it’s a ONG legal battle (probably) and I don’t wanna gather more evidence bc it’s giving me the ick now that reality has settled in and also I’m scared of telling my dad and I just don’t know what to do. For reference he’s in his 40s and I’m still a minor. But Also I’m worried that they would read the texts and be Ike “she’s flirting back, she wanted it” bc like I told you I have this thing where I’m very polite and the thing is where I’m from the age of consent is 14 and I’m well over that age.

This is crazy girl I hope you’re okay!!

despite you being over the age of consent I think it’s inappropriate and maybe even illegal anyway? i obv don’t know where you live but in Germany your teacher would very much get fired IMMEDIATELY

you feel unsafe so please, even if you don’t want to, talk to your dad or the principal or another teacher BECAUSE THAT IS NOTTTT OKAY

And im pretty sure even if your replies to him would seem like you’re flirting back THATS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT BECAUSE HES YOUR TEACHER that mad should NOT text you and even less he should be sending messages like that

please stay safe and talk to someone!!

if you want to talk to me more about to be scared to send me a dm or another ask but please girl do something 😭 the whole situation is so scary

[phen397]

Sonic adventure 2 but told through notes I took while playing part2 electric Boogaloo

OK here we go again

Tails in the Chao garden is too cute

Love the way his tails sway and flop on the ground

Feed the children all the tubes

Only one though

He will be the most drugged up Chao at the races

OK

Time to leave

Sonic in jail

Amy from the sky

Have no fear Amy rose is here

How did she get that key card

"That black hedgehog"? Amy please come see me after class

Marry me if I tell?

Did sonic write the stuff in the walls

Nah he too dumb for all that math

Who built these ramps and loops in the middle of the ocean?

Guess gun did since their name is on everything

Thanks omachao I didn't know how to do a homing attack

Cuccked by a bot phasing put of existence

Can I just not hit ghost bot?

No omachao I haven't tried using the light dash I don't even have that yet

Oh hey light dash shoes

Go fast on rings

Lots of peacocks in this level

The seal is so cute look at him

Rocket time

Bigger rocket

I gotta ride it!?

Oh snap

To space baby

Oh God he jumped

Where did this stuff come from

Snowboard down tube to goal

Sonic seems to like taking panels off of gun's stuff

I am sure they aren't important

New gate in Chao space

The kindergarten

I am going to go get apple sauce and have a nap

Oh it seems to be empty

Little drawings of chaos on the walls

Wonder if these where drawn by fans

Chao bulletin board

What browser?

Different doors for things

Can't do anything cause I didn't bring a Chao

I am a teen just wandering around a kindergarten

Not weird at all

Let me talk to the principal

Lots to say

Now how do I get my Chao here?

Poor all the animals and tubes into one Chao

What could go wrong?

Maybe if I pick up a Chao and leave I can take him to the kindergarten

Nope

Next level time

In the forest

So far so good

Hi shadow I mean faker

Not even good enough to be my fake

"I'LL MAKE YOU EAT THOSE WORDS" damn sonic let the man finish

Time to fight shadow

Did he just say he is the coolest?

Shit I fell

Wait for him to land after his attack then hit him

Do you even know who I am

Green forest

Yes

Yes it is

Close your mouth shadow please

Island gonna blow up

Soundtrack picking up for this epic race against death

Oh yea Amy and tails are here too I guess

8 minutes till boom

Epic vine swings

Love my naturally growing springs

Level done

More tubes for the child

Let's see how the child has grown

Race time

Mushroom forest this time round

Look at my child go

Not dead last so doing good

Ha some tripped

Cheer em on

3rd place thanks to a trip right at the end

Try again?!

So I need to win huh?

Fine I will be back

Island blowing up cutscene

Plane flies away

Pumpkin hill

Getting jiggy with it

Place feels haunted

Knuckles time

Shovel claws

I can dig now

I can dig up Graves

Ghosts not happy

This place feels familiar

How train why train?

Found all 3

Eggman psa

Creepy child

Eggman empire

Egg face in space

The ark

Laser beam

NOT THE MOON

24 hours

Gang saw it all

How did he get all that energy

Chaos emerald

Talis has one just cause

I am sure you saying something important tails but I can't hear you over the sound of your theme song blasting my eardrums out

Oh shoot the popo

Yes Amy you are an accomplis now

No backing out now

Ah yes mission Street

Right next to objective lane

If you hit side quest ally you went to far

Tails level

Gonna get so many tubes

Boosters

Fly high?

More like hover mid

Okay

Okay

Okay

Okay

Okay

Thanks tails

More tubes for the child

All for now But next time I don't know maybe the child attends class or smth idfk