#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 — 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐏��𝐍𝐆 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.

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[foodiegoogie]

epiphanies over hotpot

james potter x gn!reader ✮ 1.6k summary: james comes to an illuminating realization when he sees you do something so unexpected for him. cw/tags: established relationship, james is SUPER whipped, mention of food, but the vibes are cozy and domestic :> also, we acknowledge the fact that james is a little diva !

note: inspired by smth i saw on twitter that went like, “yeah sex is good and all but will u clean my glasses for me when im wearing the wrong type of shirt” HAHA (...will u?) anyway, hope u enjoy reading this!! <3 i enjoyed writing it sm hehe

James has always been a chatterbox. In fact, it’s usually a cause for concern whenever he goes nonverbal. He’s almost animated with how often he talks with his hands, or how his face contorts into various expressions—each one of them successfully depicting his emotions well. 

You had always been a listener; always preferred to be silent, always preferred to just listen. In fact, you were a good listener; always supplying enough replies to keep the conversation going, asking questions so they could continue talking because you’re genuinely interested in what you were listening about. 

This makes James—the hopeless romantic that he is—convinced that you were both made for each other. But aside from that, he’s also a firm believer of the “opposites attract” phenomenon. He likes to think that’s what makes the two of you so special, too.

Presently, he’s in the middle of bringing you up to date on the latest gossip in his workplace that you’ve been waiting to hear an update from. James is, as usual, using everything he can get his hands on—chopsticks, the few empty dishes on your table, paper napkins, the table itself—to recount to you what he witnessed as best as he could. 

Slightly out of breath from all the enthusiastic talking, James pauses to take a sip of his water. Then, when he continues, he raises a bowl of the steaming hot soup up to his lips. But the hot steam causes his glasses to fog, and he cuts himself off in the middle of his storytelling. 

“—Oh. Well, dammit. Now, I’ve gone blind.” 

You chuckle into the glass of water you’re drinking, eyes trained on James’ fogged up glasses, and the massive, goofy grin on his face as he, too, laughs at his unfortunate situation.

But he’s nothing if not dramatic about it first.

James sighs, exaggerated on purpose, though the smile is still plastered onto his lips. “Ah, well there you have it. The light of my life, laughing at my own expense. How it pains me!” 

You roll your eyes affectionately at his little act, setting the glass of water down in front of you. “Oh, I’m so sorry for laughing at you, my love. Will you ever forgive me for my grave mistake of doing so?”

Your boyfriend, still sporting his foggy glasses, tilts his head slightly to the side as he rubs his chin in thought, feigning consideration. 

“Hmm, well, if you’re offering to compensate me in some way… I have a few suggestions,” James smirks.

You let out a snort of laughter. “Of course, you do.” He only chuckles in response, only deciding now to take his glasses off and get the fog out before he’d actually go blind. James was already bordering on the line of being legally blind, and he’ll be damned if he unintentionally made his eyesight worse by something so stupid as letting it get foggy, and refusing to clean it up after.

Most of all, though, he strives to maintain his eyesight as it is right now so he could keep seeing you in all of your loveliness. 

“Crap,” Your boyfriend frowns, stilling as he looks down at the white dress shirt he was currently wearing. Miraculously, it was still spotless. You supposed he was looking down at some spot where he’d finally managed to drop some food on when he continued. 

“I can’t clean my glasses with this,” James says, his frustration clearly evident with the adorable pout decorating his lips. You couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sight of it. 

“Technically, you’re not supposed to clean your glasses with your shirt, Jamie.” 

He grumbles under his breath. “I know that, duh.”

Then, he pauses briefly, and starts looking around the table for a clean paper napkin. “But I don’t really bring the case and the cloth with me anymore because I wear ‘em all the time anyway.” 

You sigh from exasperation. “Then it’s your own fault that you can’t clean your glasses right now,” You replied, reaching over the table to take his glasses from him.

James was already halfway through another defensive reply when he felt his glasses be taken away from his grasp. 

“Hey, what are you—“

Wordlessly, you start cleaning the lenses of his glasses up with a small, seemingly soft cloth you’d brought out from your handbag. It catches him off guard, and his heart pitter-patters with the feeling he always gets when he sees you for the first time after being apart for so long, or when you kiss him silly in your slightly bolder moments. 

As if it was just natural that you were doing this for him, you continued. “I mean, honestly, James. You’ve been wearing glasses for ages. You should know better by now.” 

He’s suddenly feeling a thousand different things, and thinking a thousand different thoughts, all at once. No, he wasn’t being dramatic this time. It was real. This was real. He was currently watching you, a literal angel sent from the heavens above and so lovingly bestowed upon him as his lover, clean his very own glasses for him. 

Just for him. Like, what?

So, maybe James was being a little dramatic. All you were doing was clean a pair of glasses anyway, there was nothing groundbreaking about it. You weren’t down on one knee and asking him to marry you. 

No, no. That wasn’t it. Actually, he may as well propose right then and there. This simple, yet so warm and thoughtful, gesture of yours had single-handedly made him fall deeper in love with you, so much so that he feels it strongly, he’s starting to think it’s not just the spice of the brothy soup you’ve both been sharing that’s making him feel a little woozy, and emboldened. 

“Marry me,” James blurts out with a breathless, almost dreamy sigh. 

“Sorry, what?” 

His heart kind of drops to his stomach at the nonchalant tone in your words, taking it in an entirely different context than yours. But James knows you really hadn’t heard him, of course. It was more like a murmur than anything that had come out of him. 

He suddenly falls over his words, increasingly getting flustered as you hand him back his glasses. He takes it with slightly trembling hands, prays that you don’t notice, and puts it back on in a rush. 

Once a much clearer sight of you finally comes into his view, James suddenly forgets how to function like a normal human being. Instead, he just stares at you in silent, but unabashed awe. 

“Er, James?” 

“Er.. yes, love?” 

“Are you alright?” 

“What? No. Yeah. M’fine.” He replies at once, mashing all the words in one quick breath. 

“O…kay,” You say, clearly suspicious of his suddenly odd behaviour. “What were you saying earlier? Couldn't catch it, really.” 

“Bury me," James answers, unblinking. "I said, ‘bury me.’” 

“‘Bury you?’” You clarify in a surprised huff of laughter. “Why would I do that?” 

Because I almost proposed to you and nearly put you in the hot seat. 

“Because this broth is just so good,” James punctuates his answer with a quick sip from his bowl of the aromatic, spicy beef broth that he’d been wanting to finish since a while ago. Before–well, before he suddenly felt like marrying you on the spot. 

A beat passes as you try to piece your boyfriend’s vague statements together. “You.. want me to bury you… in the soup?” 

“Yep,” He confirms. “I want you to bury me in the soup.” 

“James,” You chuckle. The corners of James’ lips twitch upward like a reflex reaction to the sound. “I am not burying you in hotpot. That’s ridiculous!” 

“I don’t care. I mean, since when am I not ridiculous?” 

You nod your head thoughtfully. “Okay, true.” 

James continues. “It’s just so good that I wanna take it with me to the afterlife. Heck, I think I’m even gonna ask for its hand in marriage right now.”

Way to go, Potter. Real subtle.

He foresees the teasing comment in your smirking lips. This time, he doesn’t know how to feel. On one end of the spectrum, he kind of wants to throw caution to the wind and kiss you until you forget about teasing him altogether. But on the other side, he’s resigned to his fate; and besides, it’s not like he doesn’t enjoy the added attention, anyway. 

“Oh, so you’re just gonna ask for its hand in marriage right now? Is that it?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I just said.” 

“So what am I to you now?” 

“The love of my life,” James answers in a heartbeat, shrugging nonchalantly as if the answer was common sense. “Why are you asking this?” 

“Well, since you’re marrying this array of—“ You gesture around your table of various dishes of Chinese cuisine, emphasizing the boiling pot of soup in the middle. “—well, our dinner, I figured I must be out of the picture by then.” 

Your boyfriend’s jaw drops, gasping in mock-horror as he clutches his chest dramatically with his hand. You bite your lip to trap the giggles that threaten to erupt from your mouth. 

The two of you continue to tease and play along with each other for the rest of your time at the restaurant then. All the while, James becomes more aware of the little box sitting in his drawer back at home, containing the beautiful diamond ring that he’d bought on the very same day he’d seen it for the first time.

It made him think of you just as quickly as how you, who wordlessly cleaned his glasses for him, made him think of proposing on the spot. 

can i just say that this relationship is the kind that i want 4 myself ,,, fuck 😭 anywayyyyy thank u sm for reading! likes, reblogs, n comments are always appreciated <3

[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.

[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."

[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

[taeyongsvodka]

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

[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

[lucluvr]

“i’ve got you, i swear. nothing’s going to happen to you when i’m here.” 

ft: diluc ragnvidr :3

when things go wrong, you can always rely on him <3

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა fluff / mentions of blood, assault (?) and harassment 

an: i was in a terrible mood bcos smth bad happened to me 2day and i wanted some comfort so i wrote this!! enjoy <33

diluc ragnvinder: 

working as a patrol knight means you have to work long shifts. oftentimes you wake up before the sun rises and come home in the dead of night. the road home is usually quiet with a few passersby here and there. the people of mondstadt are kind. always waving with smiles on their faces.

on friday and saturday nights the streets tend to be empty due to the cat’s tail and angel share housing the citizens of mondstadt. you find these nights to be peaceful. it’s so quiet in fact that you can hear as the light breeze causes the dandelions to shed their blossoms. you can hear each small breath you take, the sound of you blinking. 

these kinds of nights allow you to think. these days your mind wanders to a ruby-haired man rather than how your day went. you fantasize about his pretty eyes, the soft smile that creeps onto his lips when he sees you after a long day of working. you chuckle at a memory.

he had seen you chasing a man down the streets, running full speed behind him. diluc was about to jump in and help, but before he could you had leaped onto the man’s back, pinning his hands behind his back. you quickly pulled out your handcuffs, arresting the man. you pulled him up, making your way down the road. 

you passed by diluc and bowed your head slightly, paying your respects to the older man. he scans your body, the placement of your hands, and lets out a small chuckle,

“it seems not all you knights are incompetent like captain kaeya. it’s pleasing to know that there’s someone the people can rely on,” he runs a hand through his hair before walking away. the small praise didn’t go unnoticed by the people around.

it was rare for diluc to praise someone so boldly and publicly. 

recalling the memory elicits a small feeling of pride that swells in your chest. 

since then you and the owner of the angel’s share bar have been quite close. close enough to send each other letters weekly, close enough to share small kisses behind the bar when diluc’s on break, so close that by accident sometimes you’ll leave lipstick stains on his cheeks and lips (kaeya puts two and two together). you two are so close in fact, you’ve found yourself awaken in his bed a couple times. 

too preoccupied with your thoughts, you trip down a set of stairs. you fall straight on your butt, scraping your knee and palm in the process. 

“are you alright, miss?” a concerned voice chimed in. you look up at the source of the voice. his hand is reached out. you smile at him, softly thanking him for the help. he pulls you up, but you’re still a little uneasy on your feet due to the pain in your knee. his hand lands on your waist, moving lower to your hip. 

you try to take a step back, but he pulls you back in place.

“um, excuse me, sir. i appreciate your help, but don’t put your hand on me. i can stand on my own, thank you,” you slide his hands off your body, turning around to walk away. he grips your wrist, pulling your back against his chest. 

“hey, i just helped you up, the least you could do is thank me,” he scoffs, moving your hair to the side. you freeze as you feel his breath on your neck. time stops and your lungs stop working. your entire body freezes as you feel his hands and lips move. 

“you’re quite the pretty thing, you know? i have an idea how you could thank me, sweetie,” he laughs against the soft flesh of your neck. the minute his lips meet your skin, you scream. something in your body snapped. you step on his foot, elbowing him in the face. the man groans in pain, screaming at you. he throws all kind of profanities at you. 

“when i find you you’ll regret this, you bitch!” 

you don’t think twice. you dash up the stairs, running anywhere but behind you. you break out into a cold sweat, running faster than you ever have. you look back for a second, but you bump into someone. you stumble backwards as his hand darts out to catch you. 

you see a flash of red and suddenly you can breathe again. diluc catches you in his arms, eyes widened. there’s a spark of mischief in his eyes,

“i know you’re always excited to see me, darling, but you must be careful. i don’t want you getting hurt,” he pauses as he scans your body. he sees the scrap on your knee, how harshly your chest is heaving up and down, and the tears that fall down your cheeks. 

his hand gently reaches out, wiping the wet pearls off your face with his thumb. his gut is screaming at him. someone did something to you. he doesn’t know what, but he knows you’re not shaken this easily. he’s always praised how good of a head you have on your shoulders. 

you finally process who you’re looking at. you throw your arms around his waist, pushing your face into his neck and you sob. diluc’s hands caress your hair, softly whispering reassurances. his soft gestures foil his thoughts. he could kill the person who did this to you. his blood is boiling. he can brush off someone upsetting you, but never for making you cry, never. 

“honey, look at me,” he leans down, taking your head in his hands. his agate eyes fuming with rage. you hiccup and sob looking at him. you let out a mesh of words. none of which make sense to diluc. he sighs, and pulls you back into an embrace.

he realizes that asking you what happened right now while you're still in a fight or flight mode is no use. your mind and heart are racing, you’ll never be able to communicate like this. so diluc settles with allowing you to compose yourself behind his black cape. one hand on your head, caressing your hair while the other rests at your upper back. he holds you in his embrace. he won’t let go until you’re ready.

“i’ve got you, i swear. nothing’s going to happen to you when i’m here.”

diluc watches as the man runs towards you two. he says nothing, he does not acknowledge his existence. he refuses to hear that man’s side of the story because it does not matter to diluc. he made you cry and diluc will never let that slide. he reaches his hand out, his other arm securing your head so you do not see what’s about to happen. 

pyro swirls around his fingertips, morphing into a large bird. the bird flys right for the man. diluc picks you up like a bride, leaping away with you in his arms. you are too far to hear, but the man yelps in fear, running like you once did, but this time he is caught. the bird envelops the man making him face the wrath of the darknight hero of mondstadt. 

no one will hurt you when diluc’s around-- that is certain. and if someone dares to lay a finger on you when diluc is not around, rest assured he will find out about it and deal with it with or without you knowing. 

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[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

[jjandthebees]

Now that my body has recovered from this weekend, I just need to vent about my experience..

I went to see Dan and Phil at the TIT show in Oakland on Friday and it didn't go as expected 😮‍💨

The show itself was fucking amazing of course!! Just the surrounding situation really boned me.

(For reference I use an electric wheelchair)

Doors open at 4pm for the m&g

I'm running late because:

-the motel requires a cash deposit. we have to walk to an ATM

-the motel wouldn't let us check in with the info on file and it took fucking forever to get checked in

(to a room I had to pay extra for to make sure I got on the ground floor and it wasn't even wheelchair accessible... 😒 there's a 2" lip to even get into the room. They didn't tell me this when I called on the phone asking about wheelchair accessibility)

-we couldn't find the entrance to the train station that had an elevator

-Once we found it and got through the maze of finding the accessible way to get to anything, we miss the train. (Once we're on the next one, I realize that since we were so rushed, I forgot the gift I spent all week working on for dnp and the letter I wrote them is still sitting on a side table in the motel room 😭)

-We get off the train, but we have to walk back to the entire other side of the damn station, three blocks back (because that's where the only elevator is) to get up to the street level...  So we have to walk those 3 blocks back above ground to get to the theater.

4:30

We arrive at Paramount theater. Fortunately that part goes fine, our tickets are scanned, we get our merch, and I go pick up my physical tickets for my new (wheelchair accessible) seats from will call, as expected.

4:50ish

Someone comes up to me and says something like

"Hi! The meet and greet is upstairs and we don't have elevators, so once the meet and greet is over, we'll have them come down and greet you."

(Terrifying. What I wanted to say was smth like .. please don't make them come all the way down here...' But also. I couldn't make it up those stairs. The line was so long and I couldn't stand in it for an hour on those stairs.)

Someone came by a few mins later and said they'll come get me and take me aside around 5:30 for a private m&g downstairs after everyone was done.

😳 (okie dokie, super not prepared for that, but I'm apparently rolling with the punches today.)

I do wish someone would have told me that when I emailed earlier in the week about wheelchair accomodations for the m&g, because now I'm here way early for no reason. But now I can't leave and come back.

5:50

I'm nervous because the q&a is supposed to start in ten minutes ..... But staff reassured me that they'll be down to say hello before the q&a, probably in 20 minutes.

At this point I'm MORE anxious bc I feel like this is making them later than they already are.

Then a staff member brings me into the corner door and we enter the back of the empty theater, where it seems like they're having a staff meeting or doing final checks before the show and talking about logistics?? And my partner and I are just awkwardly there like... Off to the side, but someone finally says, "Ok, I'm gonna go get Dan and Phil."

So I stand up (bc I want to be standing for my picture and I didn't want them to wait for me to get on my feet and get my stuff together) and I grab the mini poster from the my bag for them to sign the back of, and I have my phone in selfie mode already, and my Polaroid out.

(Me like, ok I need to take a picture of this situation because this is insane right?)

I don't know what to expect attttt all because... I didn't get to see any one else do their m&g, and there's no photo backdrop or anything so I'm internally panicking about doing the Wrong Thing but trying to remain calm and keep things brief and mellow.

All the staff leaves, so the theater is empty with just me and my partner weirdly in this corner where there's not a lot of space to stand.

All the lights turn off...... Cool.

And then we hear hundreds of fans screaming in the lobby, so we know they're about to come in, and a few moments later the doors open and almost hit us 💀 (bc again the staff told us to be here-- and really there's nowhere with more open space to stand... and no one can see bc all the lights are still off)

I saw their faces briefly as they came in the door, but when it closed we were all in a very very dark theater in the back corner where it's very cramped and my chair is just parked by the wall (because there was no space to turn it around btw) and I'm standing like

😳 um ...

"The lights all just turned off like.. a minute ago I, uh". 

I'm trying not to panic because I already feel embarrassed about this whole fucking thing.

Phil in the sweetest voice ever is just like "yes, can we get the lights back on please?"

The lights came on shortly after it was totally fine, the issue was mostly that everyone in the theater was hurrying them along because the Q&A was supposed to start 24 minutes ago.

And they were both so sweet of course!! Phil asked if we wanted hugs and we all exchanged hugs

I said it was really lovely to meet them and they were so nice. My partner thanked them for coming all the way down to meet us and they said it was no problem at all.

I mentioned writing a letter and making a gift but leaving it at the hotel and Dan was like "honestly that's more relatable"

They signed my poster, Dan asked if I wanted a Polaroid (since I had it out)  and said we should take another with the phone in case anyone's eyes were closed.

He said he'd use his selfie stick arm to take the picture, snapped that and said we had to get a selfie with our outfits cuz we looked really cool and I was just like... Wow thank you so much

They were like "great to meet you!"

I knew they were in a hurry, so I just said, "if it's not too much to ask could I ask you to doodle something for me that I can get tattooed to commemorate tonight?" and they were so sweet

Phil asked if I wanted anything in particular, I asked for a little creature or a little guy, just a little doodle, Dan said he'd draw a few things so I could choose.

I said thank y'all so much and it was so great to meet you and have a great show

And they were ushered away to go back stage to start the q&a.

Preface:

I am not trying to be ungrateful or complain when I still got to meet them and they were so fucking sweet about having to come all the way downstairs to meet me after they were already running late for the Q&A

But... I'm just so disappointed that I didn't get the same experience as everyone else. It really bummed me out to scroll through the m&g stories and see people get cool things signed, video messages for friends, multiple poses in pictures, or individual and group photos, cute stories of getting to talk to them...

And I was really rushed through and didn't have a 1 on 1 experience. (Or-- 1:2 experience, that is)

I had already left my gift/letter at the hotel, so I didn't get to give that to them..

I'm about to be thirty years old and I've been watching them since I was literally fourteen and I was looking forward to this so much and instead of getting to the m&g and fucking it up in my own special way because I'm anxious and knew I would be nervous, I feel like the universe punished me for being in a wheelchair. 😵‍💫

I was put into a small space where I couldn't have even met them in my wheelchair if I wanted to. And they were being rushed. The room wasn't very well lit so the Polaroid didn't even turn out, which seems like such a silly thing to care about... But I do.

I just didn't get to say anything meaningful to them and I felt humiliated for them to have to come meet me separately because I can't walk up the damn stairs 😮‍💨

I also didn't get a solo selfie which like. Idk. It feels embarrassing to be upset about that but I tried so hard to come up with a very short and simple goal for the meet and greet (selfie, full body Polaroid, cute doodle from them) and instead we got a very rushed meet and greet for my partner and myself squished into one 30 second interaction.

The thing I'd left at the hotel for them to sign had a short blurb written "I want a tattoo to commemorate this Good Night, could you each draw me a little creature please?"

And my partner wanted YWGTTN signed 😮‍💨

And again to reiterate-- zero hard feelings here AT Dan and Phil, they were SO fucking lovely, they were being rushed, they were already late, and they had no control over the venue-- or anything else that happened to me that day for that matter. The show was still brilliant and I had a really great night overall!

I'm just feeling really sad that on top of not getting to give them my gift or anything that the m&g was so rushed :(

Idk. Fuck the motel and fuck the venue for making this so hard. And for shoving two meet and greets into one 😮‍💨

On the brighter note, here is my cute selfie with my partner and Dan and Phil standing next to my wheelchair. And our outfits did turn out really cool 🥺🥺

That said. If anyone going to a show and meeting dnp in the US would be down for me to mail you the letter, stickers, and two buttons I made for them to just hand to them, I would be so fucking grateful. I just really want to give them the letter, I worked on it all week 😭

(Or if anyone is willing to get Dan to draw a little guy like Phil did so I can get it tattooed-- bc I don't think he heard me which is totally fair)

Anyway thanks for listening I'm just emotional and it's truly (outside of this) been a really bad month so I think I'm just. 😵‍💫😮‍💨 Extra emotionally vulnerable.

[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

[ja3yun]

Girl 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 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.

If you want I can send you the ss but they’re in Spanish so I’d probably have to translate them unless you can speak Spanish

baby this is...not okay :(( if i was you, i would 100% go to someone you trust (whether that be teacher or authorities) and explain the situation. i certainly don't think you should ever be alone with him and i am so glad you have your friends around.

i also understand your concern regarding others misinterpretating your reply. but please don't let that stop you from seeking help on this. he needs to be stopped right now because this is very concerning.

i'm so sorry you're going through this baby, you don't deserve this at all. my honest advice is to speak up about this!

[4uru]

My personal problems:

My clusterfuck of a rant (ft. Cassandra clare)

Buckle up besties bc im about to trauma dump. Like actual baby gay trauma.

(@faithfromanewperspective you wanted to know, i dont think i can freestyle angst on an ask like i can on a post so here it is)

Tw: incest, gender dysphoria, homophobic parents, sexual assault.

In our country you have to give a board exam (goverment??? Exam??? Similar to SATs) at the end of your 5 grade. So you need a primary school certificate (PSC)

After my PSC, my parents fixed up my Tablet. And went to work., i sat on my leaving room couch with blankets and pillows for a whole month (there was a dent on the couch when i actually got up for 6th grade) and i surfed the internet in those weeks.

I saw the malec video on yt ( i didnt click on it and didnt think much of it)

So my friend told me to watch anime. Somehow searching 'anime' on yt lead me to an anime 'Super lovers' (yaoi, pseudo incest, pedophilic and rapey everything under the sun you can find, its in super lovers) also i was like 11. 5 years old at this point. I have no concept of whats right or wrong. And bc of these animes (theres so much of it) i thought incest was fine. I also got into Todobaku and bakudeku. And thats part was fine i was mainly watching edits on yt. Then i started reading yaoi mangas and wattpad stories and gacha vids (And yes incest is still featuring on these stories for the most part)

Somewhere along the line, i was like, this feels weird (it was a particularity bad wattpad story with incest i think) i was already consuming gay content for months by then. (I still hadnt started 6th grade mind you.) and my standard for content increased a bit. And i stopped engaging with incest fics and mangas completely. After i distanced myself from it i realised how fucked that was and moved on from it.

But i still engaged with gay content. Somehow i stumbled upon the malec vid again. I watched it. (The first time im seeing live action gay ppl on screen) then i got into thai bl. ("Love by chance" was my first) the thai bl scene was a bit better. Around this time i read bl, watched bl and started to research about gay culture and what not. I figured out i was attracted to girls before i even went back to school

When i went back to school I became friends with a girl (lets call her bunny) I knew bunny since 5th grade but i didnt talked to her that year. she was smart and cool and i had a bit of crush on her from afar.

(5th grade before gay awakening) One time in my school bus while guessing one of my "friends" crushes i asked if he had a crush on bunny, he laughed, i "joked" if i was a boy, i would grow up to marry her. That 'friend' emptied his water bottle on my head as a response.

In 6th grade, the first week (maybe 2nd /3rd January), bunny and i got selected for a group project along with other friends. Me and another friend went to bunny's house for the project. The other friend left. After that friend left bunny and I started to unpack our traumas for each other. Family troubles and what not. I (being the dumb bitch i am) told her that i liked her (and also the water bottle thing) and that i liked girls too (at this point I identified as bi)

In class 6 and of fuckery happend, but me and bunny became bsfs so fast, with in a day. And we were inseparable. I asked her out and she laughed in my face. And we laughed about it years later too. 6th grade ends with her being made at me for smth i didnt even do wrong and some other shit with out toxicest friened. (We werent hanging out by the end of the year)

(Also i finished all off the percy jackson and percy jackson spin offs in 6th grade) and i also told my dad that i liked girls too. He conveniently forgot it for the nest year.

I come back for 7th grade knowing I was bi or pan (couldnt decide which i identified with the most) i start hanging out with a group of boys. Then covid happens.

Lockdown at the begining was fine (terrified but fine) around the second month of lockdown some genderfuckery started to happen. I would forget my own gender (round the time i was falling asleep or waking up). I started consuming for trans stuff around this time. And i journaled on my sketchbook with doodles and cried on it. I had terrible dysphoria. And i didnt even have a name for it in the begining. And one day the pain became too much and i broke in front of my mother. I came out to her. She ignored me. (Muslim parents) she said i was just a tomboy and "theres nothing wrong with me" and other stuff. I was sure i was trans. And non binary (trans tiktok helped with that bit).

My dysphoria became worse as time went on. Just before time of my birthday. My step mother bought me some books i asked for (queer books) and it had Chain of Gold She saw that it had just come out and thought i would like it. So i was reading chain of Gold. And i didnt get shit. I maybe read 100 pages before i decided that i needed context. I went on goggle and searched the best ways to read cassandra clare books in order and they said that Series wise is best. So i started City of bones (worse mistake of my life)

It was on yt so i started with it first. I already knew before starting that jace and clary werent related and incest might come up. (I didnt know it was that levels of fucked in the books) i just saw a pinterest meme where it was said rather jokingly.

Anyway i finished the whole part one and two of The mortal instruments. I read it for Malec bc they were the only gay characters. I have 101 problems with this series but my most major one was Malec. So at this point in my life i was a closeted trans, (multispec) queer kid Something about reading Queer characters tell each other horrible things about bejng closted and bisexual made me hate myself more. Malec didnt not develope my internalized homophobia, it definately fueled it tho. After my birthday i got grounded (my parents found out the queer content i was engaging with. It was very traumatic. I came out to them and my dad to my face said that i am not queer, instead i am fetishizing queerness and i was engaging in perversion.)

Alot happend many times my parents tried to distance me from queer culture and media but gave up.

As 7th grade ended me and bunny reconnected (shit also happend when my mother read our chats)

Around 8th grade i cried and begged to my mother that i am not going to change and all that jazz, she didnt say anything. But she became more on gaurd, she would analyze my interactions with other girls differently (one time while riding in her scooty, i was in the back said and waved to a girl that was starting at me for some reason) my mother told my dad that shes afraid im flirting with girls AS IM ON THE SCOOTER WITH HER-

In class 8 bunny pulled some shit (i explained it in another post i think) also i finally watched the shadowhunter series show malec healed the wounds that book malec anf my parents left. I was for the most part okay i think (academic studies were my biggest problem)

In class 9 around second half of the year i joined tumblr (helped my mental health immense, finding other gay ppl) and i asked for a book from my step mother (it was a bangla book about a trans girl) my dad delivered it to me. And said that he got that i wasnt going to change (BC LORD KNOWS THEY TRIED) he told me to study well so i could go live abroad bc this country will have me dead. I agreed and took the book (i couldnt finish the book, it was too dark for me at times, i gave the book to bunny).

Bunny and my relationship is vented about in another post. I wont get it.

So my problem with cassandra clare happens for three major personal reasons, one of them i didnt even mention bc i still feel weird about it.

1. The Malec part.

2. The incest part : reading TMI made me relive that first part where i engaged with incestuous content. And just disturbed me to my core this time around EVENTHOUGH I HAD A MILD HEADS UP i didnt know the extent of its fuckery. I dont know why but it just turnt the disgust at incest meter up the roof. Like completely fucked my brain and i wasnt okay. (I was 13/14 my birthday fell in the middle)

3. The sexual assault of Aline.

(Tw: my SA)

As a child (9/10 yrs old) i was assulted in an crowded elevator, my dad was in the elevator, i didnt not see the assulters face. I just remember being sqished against the wall, with a mans hand jammed between my legs. I rember trying to flatten myself against the wall to get away from the hand but it woulnt stop. The hand was knuckles deep between my thighs. I didnt see the mans face. I dont rememeber what he looked like from the back. After we got out i told my dad. He barely reacted and said 'people are assholes'. I told my mother about it.... Earlier This year. I thought if i had told her, she wouldnt let me hang out with dad anymore. He was so nonchalant about it that i thought i was over reacting.

Reading the Aline SA scene fucked me up. It was the first time i had come across an SA scene in a book, before that it was lightly mentioned. In the Aline scene, my mind visualised the whole thing. And it nearly drove me to a panic attack. I was 13 at this point. And in the books it was never brought up again, like it was no big deal. Like it was normal. It was for shock value. And i fell for it.

And the rest of the tsc is still bad writing and i hated it. But tmi fucked right up mentally and yeah. I have other posts explaining my journey with it, under the tag auru's tsc rant. Those explain it better.

[borntoocry]

Could you do one where reader and Ellie are best friends and Ellie is over protective of reader, then one day while Ellie is on patrol reader “accidentally” sends Ellie a cheeky picture then sends a message straight after saying “sorry wrong person” or smth and Ellie gets jealous and rushes over to wherever reader is (at home, garden etc) and Ellie is angry and reader reassures Ellie and confesses??? then we all know what happens next.

Btw they both secretly like each other.❤️

i’m sitting here a tiny bit confused cause do phones exist in the tlou universe? (i don’t mean for this to come off as rude!!) BUT, i’ll do u one better. i’ll change it a bit but it'll have like the same plot.

p.s. sorry anon for the late answer. I've been a sad bitch. also, listened to trigger by hayley williams as I wrote this so listen to it:)

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YN was a girl not many people enjoyed talking to. She was a ball of fire, except she wasn’t feisty or argumentative, or crazy. She was bright, but not fiery. So… maybe a ball of rainbows: bright, colorful, talkative and kind. No one enjoyed her company because they knew she would ramble on and on about animals, the ecosystem, the books she did and didn’t read. The only person who enjoyed her presence was Ellie. 

Ellie glared at the people who scanned YN–their eyes ready to burst and attack YN if she even got close to them. She  enjoyed protecting YN, because while the girl only saw the good in people, Ellie saw their true intentions. And most of them were never good. 

That’s why, when YN started seeing a guy Ellie sometimes went on patrol with, she tried pushing YN away. The guy, Jacob, didn’t actually enjoy listening to YN, he only enjoyed looking at her breasts through her low-cut long sleeves and staring at her ass in her tight jeans. She was oblivious, because Jacob said all that she wanted to hear. Not only that, but he would eavesdrop on her and Ellie’s conversations, picking up all the things that she liked so he could somehow find them out on patrol and take them home to her. That was the only kindness Jacob held, because in all other aspects of the guy, he was a complete asshole. 

Ellie hated Jacob, which worsened his title of ‘asshole.’ He was lazy on patrol, and one time he left her to die when they came across a group of runners in an empty building. She hated the guy, more than her heart could carry. But YN adored him. 

Which left her questioning her mind. Had she gone insane? Was it just the effect YN had on her? Of course Ellie liked her, but was she sure that it was in a romantic way? YN and Ellie had been best friends since the first day Ellie entered Jackson. They shared absolutely every secret, memory, joke, etc. In the first few years, Ellie only felt platonic love for YN. But when she turned 17, her vision shifted, her heart shifted, and she began seeing YN as a potential love interest–along with her best friend. 

Ellie was sitting outside of a farmhouse alongside Jacob. Ellie was picking at flowers in the grass and Jacob was digging through his backpack. She was starving, but she had a heavy breakfast before patrol, therefore she thought she could make it through the day. So she sat there, ready for Jacob to eat his lunch so they could leave. 

She had a dandelion between her fingers when she heard Jacob chuckle. She disregarded it at first, but two seconds later, the chuckle turned to quiet laughter. She slowly turned her head and saw that he had a polaroid picture between his fingers. 

Ellie’s eyes creased as she tried to catch a glimpse at the picture, but Jacob quickly noticed and said, “Oh, you wanna take a look?” 

“What is it?” Ellie asked, needing to know before he showed her some sick bullshit. His friends were known for being some kind of satanists that performed witchcraft on animals or something. At least that’s what she heard from some kids. And she believed kids–they had no reason to lie. 

Jacob turned the picture around and her heart quickly sank. She snatched the picture from his hand and turned it around, trying to see if it was some kind of joke–but how could it have been? It was a damn polaroid picture. 

“What the fuck is this?” she asked him, her voice loud and clear incase Jacob’s pea brain didn’t understand. 

“What?” he still asked, causing Ellie to reach over and pull his shirt collar. 

“What the fuck is this picture? Did you make her do this?” she spat. 

“No,” he laughed. “Why the fuck would I force her to take a naked picture of herself?” 

Ellie shoved him away and stood up, her fingers still grasping the picture. Jacob fell back and slammed his head against the fence. He winced but quickly stood up as he saw Ellie grabbing her backpack off the ground, his picture still in her hold. 

He followed after her as she grabbed Shimmer and jumped on. “You can’t take that.” 

“Tell me why she took this and I’ll–” Ellie shut up after her sentence, because no way was she going to return the picture. He didn’t deserve it. He was a worthless piece of shit who didn’t value YN’s rambling, her kindness, her smile, and most certainly not her body. “Just tell me why she took this.” 

“I don’t know why!” he exclaimed. 

“Really?” Ellie asked, almost like she was going to pull her gun out and shoot him if he didn’t answer truthfully. 

Well… she did… She pulled her gun out and aimed it at him. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled. 

“Just tell me why this would be in your backpack and I’ll be on my way.” 

“I don’t know!” he yelled again. “Dude, we’re just talking. She doesn’t want to have sex yet so I said we could build up to it. She could start off with taking naked pictures and–” 

Ellie hopped off Shimmer–gun still pointed at Jacob–and walked over to him. “You’re telling me that instead of starting at making out, you just said, ‘Oh! Take a fucking nude?! Are you stupid?” 

“She didn’t want to make out!” 

Ellie shut her eyes and slammed the side of her gun against Jacob’s face. He fell onto the floor and shouted in pain, spilling out expletives as he cried. 

Ellie hopped back onto Shimmer and rode back to Jackson, where she ran to YN’s house the second she left Shimmer at the stables. She rapped both of her fists against YN’s bright yellow door and didn’t stop until she heard an, “Okay! Okay! Coming.” 

She dropped her hands down and dug into her jacket pocket for the picture. By the time she retrieved it, YN had opened the door with a worried expression on her face. 

“Hey,” she said as she looked Ellie over. When her eyes landed on the picture, she placed her hands on the doorframe and began shaking her head. “I already know you’re going to want to come in and talk about it but I don’t want to talk about it.” 

Ellie ran a hand down her face and sighed. “You don’t have to talk. I’ll do all the talking.” 

YN shook her head. “Stop. I don’t want you to know about it.” 

“Well I already do, YN!” Ellie shouted. “Are you an idiot? Why would you do this? Give that jackass a nude picture of yourself?” 

YN shut her eyes at the loudness of her voice and grabbed Ellie’s arm, pulling her inside and shutting the door. She leaned against the yellow door and covered her face in embarrassment. Her best friend, someone she trusted more than anyone, knew about her nude pictures. She didn’t want anyone to know about them, not even Ellie. Because if she knew, she would cry. She would cry because deep down inside, YN wished it was Ellie she was giving the picture to. Not Jacob. 

“Why are you crying?” Ellie asked. She was standing in front of YN now, the picture in between her fingers. She wasn’t looking at it, it felt wrong knowing it wasn’t for her. 

“I’m not crying,” YN exclaimed, but she was. She was simply trying to hide her tears. 

“Yes, you are, I can hear it. Why?” 

“Why do you think?” 

Ellie finally looked down at the picture and studied it. She shouldn’t have, but she couldn’t hold back. YN’s body was angelic. Her breasts sat beautifully on her body, her cunt was hidden behind a small bush, and her legs tried their best to cross one another, hiding her cunt just a bit more. An arm was beneath her breasts, pushing them up as if she wanted to make them look perkier. But YN didn’t need that. She didn’t need to push anything up, suck anything in, hide anything. She was beautiful. 

Ellie placed the picture into YN’s pocket and whispered, her voice broken, “I don’t know why you gave it to him.” 

YN pulled her hands away from her face and let them settle on her collarbone. Her cheeks and eyes were red and her lips had now fallen open, searching for both words and air. Her eyebrows drew in as she scanned Ellie’s face. 

“What do you mean, El?” 

“Why did you give the picture to him? He doesn’t deserve you. He’s an asshole that only wants you for your body and nothing else. Don’t you see that?” 

YN shook her head and wiped her tears away. She straightened out her limp body to appear taller and said, “You sound jealous. Just drop it, El.” 

“No. Tell me why it’s him!” 

“Because!” YN shouted. “He was the next best person.” 

“How? Ellie asked, rushing after YN who left her place against the door and was walking to her room. She had no clue why she was chasing after Asshole-Jacob when she could… Well, she could have her. YN could have Ellie, because Ellie had come to a conclusion that she wanted to be YN’s girlfriend. She wanted to care for her like a girlfriend, not only a best friend. “Please tell me, YN, I’m getting desperate here!” 

Ellie walked into YN’s room and shut the door behind her, as if anyone else lived in this house. It belonged to Ellie and YN, no one else. 

YN was crying but had now faced Ellie, knowing she would finally tell her best friend why. “Because I can’t have you. So I went after someone who was close enough to you. I thought that if I went after them, I’d have a chance at attracting you.” 

“So this was why you placed this in his backpack? To get my attention?” 

YN shrugged. “Sorta.” 

“Sorta?” Ellie raised an eyebrow. 

YN was embarrassed. She threw herself onto her bed and placed her hands on her knees. She was leaning over, feeling like she might just throw up. “I don’t know. He wanted to have sex and I wasn’t ready yet, so I said we could do something else.” 

“What’d he say?” Ellie asked, even though Jacob had already told her. 

“He said we could make out.” 

“And?” 

YN scoffed. “He’s an awful kisser.” 

Ellie shifted. “So what happened?” 

“He said I could send him a picture one day before he went off to patrol.” YN ran a hand over her face. “I don’t know why I did it. I don’t even like him. I acted like it was you I was posing for. I thought that if I just acted like he was you, I’d get through it. But it’s not working out.” 

Ellie walked over to YN and got down on her knees. She placed her hands on YN’s face and lips. “You don’t like him,” she stated. 

YN shook her head with a small smile. “I don’t like guys.” 

Ellie laughed. “I hoped so.” 

YN leaned down and kissed Ellie’s forehead. “I’m sorry.” 

“For?” 

“Giving him that picture.” 

Ellie shook her head and kissed YN’s nose. “It’s okay. It’s mine now. But if you ever–ever!--give someone a naked polaroid of yourself, I swear I’ll rip their body apart.” YN rolled her eyes at what she thought was sarcasm, but Ellie was being serious. “This isn’t a joke. If someone even looks at you because they think you’re hot, I’ll kill them.” 

“Shut up,” YN said, slapping Ellie’s shoulder. “You wouldn’t.” 

“You don’t want to know what happened to Jacob.” 

YN’s eyes blew up and she shoved Ellie away. “What the hell did you do? Did you actually kill him?” 

Ellie laughed. “No!” She lifted her hand and waved it around. “Just slapped him around a bit.” 

“It doesn’t look like you slapped him.” 

“I said I slapped him, but I didn’t say I just used my hand…” 

“You prick!” 

“He deserved it for messing with my girl. Fuck Jacob and his probably small dick.”