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lieslab · 18 hours ago

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I just need a quiet place where I can scream how I love you

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Pairing: Chan X gn reader

Summary: Your boyfriend accuses you of cheating and leaves for his tour without a proper farewell.

Genre: Angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: We're diving into angst head-first. No mercy. Requestee, you specifically requested a little angst, but I might have added far more than that. I had a vision and it expanded into something crazy. Please do not hunt me down and disembowel me. I swear on my life, you get that happiness you craved towards the end <3

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“Don’t do that. Don’t fucking do that, Chan! How many times do I have to tell you we’re just friends?”

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. In the kitchen, he leaned back against the granite countertop. “Because going out to your coworker for lunch with your guy friend is surely all it is. Do you know how much it hurt to go into that cafe and find you hugging a random guy?”

“I already told you I was having lunch with a coworker!”

“You never said he was a guy!”

“Excuse me for not fucking telling you the sex of every friend I have! What’s the difference?” You slammed your mug on the table. Coffee splashed out and stained the bar counter. “You were all over Yuna in your last TikTok dance!”

“All over her?” His eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? We’re idols! I was just doing the dance like it was supposed to be done!”

“That’s practically the same situation!”

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” His voice raised. “How fucking dare you accuse me of-”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, when did you ever become a jealous dickhead that stopped trusting me?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Probably when I walked into my favorite cafe to get a drink and found my significant other in the arms of another guy!”

Your hands slapped the countertop hard. “How many times do I have to say we’re just friends? That’s all we are, Chan! I’d never cheat on you and you know it!”

“Do I? Do I really?” He glared. “Because last I knew, significant others talk to each other if they’re going out with the same sex, so they know cheating isn’t occurring!”

Your face fell at his accusing words. Tears burned behind your eyes and you tried to swallow the harsh lump building in your throat. No words came out. The two of you couldn’t see eye-to-eye on this.

You didn’t think going out with your coworker for lunch would harm anything. You picked a nearby cafe, figuring it’d be fine. You didn’t think it’d cause issues with Chan. Coincidentally, he left the company building to grab a drink around the same time. When he walked in, he found you hugging your coworker.

That’s all it was and that’s all it ever would be. Your coworker transferred to a new department in the building and the two of you hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks. Lunch was the same time for the entire company. You both went to the cafe to catch up on company drama.

You didn’t see Chan, but he certainly saw you. You pulled away from your coworker, talking and laughing. That same wide smile, the one you showed him. Jealousy ignited. He didn’t bother getting his drink and instead, he turned back around and fled the scene, unable to handle the hurt.

That rolled into tonight. Tomorrow morning, he’d be leaving for tour and he’d be on the road for months. Between planes and vehicles, it’d be a while before the two of you would see each other. Halfway through his tour, you booked a week off work, so you could visit him and attend a few of the concerts, but it was so far away from now.

Tension grew between the two of you. His jaw clenched and his tongue pressed against the interior of his cheek. He waited for your response, but your silence seemed to confirm everything. He nodded and his tongue clicked. “I’m leaving.”

“What?” You croaked. “What do you mean? You don’t leave until-”

“I’m going to stay at one of the dorms tonight.”

“C-Chan…” You weakly uttered. “Please don’t do this.”

He shook his head and walked past you. Your bottom lip trembled and your heart hit the bottom of your stomach. Wheels rolled and down your hallway, Chan walked by with two large suitcases. Both of them, he packed the night before, with your help.

You called his name again and stepped forward. You stopped when he shot a glare your way. Through your tears, your soul went concave. You sniffled, silently pleading for him to say something, but he didn’t look back again.

The last thing you saw was his back. His black suitcases disappeared into the hall and the door slammed shut, causing you to flinch. More tears slipped down your cheeks.

He didn’t even bother to say a proper good-bye, or lock the door behind him; merely two more knives into your bleeding heart.

~ ~ ~

On the plane the next morning, Chan slumped in his seat with his hoodie hood tucked over his head. During this morning’s airport departure, cameras flashed and filmed. Dispatch employees zoomed in eager to get content.

Staff members of JYP walked with their own luggage. Bodyguards lingered around, making sure space stood between reporters and everyone. In a single file line, the guys walked through the airport and into the correct gate.

A black face mask covered Chan’s face and a matching beanie sat on his head. Some of the guys dressed nicer for the occasion, but he didn’t. Not this morning and certainly not after last night’s argument. As he walked with his eyes cast on the floor, he briefly wondered if you were watching at home.

Some fans filmed the scene live and maybe you were back home watching, or maybe not. Maybe you were tucked away in your shared bed. Hair strewn out and limbs sleepily tossed in every direction. His heart ached at the thought, but last night’s anger came back with vengeance. The thought dissolved as quickly as it appeared.

Last night, he took himself to Changbin and Hyunjin’s dorm. It was the closest to your shared apartment and he wanted to get some decent sleep before the flight. Instead, he ended up tossing and turning on their couch most of the night.

He got up in the darkness and tried the recliner instead. By the time he fell asleep and woke up to Changbin shaking him, he’d only captured about three hours of sleep. He didn’t shower, or brush his teeth. Instead, he drowned his morning breath in the bitter taste of hot black coffee.

He didn’t let himself feel anything until he was on the plane. Hurt collided with anger and it fizzled into something monstrous. Razor sharp teeth, pointed claws, and it oozed with a rotten-stenching green substance; envy.

Last night, it hurt you.

He hurt you.

And the worst part? He couldn’t make up for it. Not the way he wanted to. Not the way he needed to. He should have let you explain, but he let go of the reins and let jealousy have its way with you.

Every time he closed his eyes, he remembered the tears slipping down your cheeks. Your bright eyes dulled for the first time. He didn’t see it, but he imagined you flinched when he slammed the door shut. There wasn’t a goodbye.

The entire thing made him feel like shit, but he couldn’t take it back. He didn’t want to be the first to reach out to you. It’s not like he could make a call on the plane right now, anyway. Too crowded and not enough space. He couldn’t hang out in the bathroom and tell you everything he needed to say.

So instead, he drowned in self-pity with a hand around his phone. The flight would take hours and hopefully, by the time he landed, you’d text him first. You’d build half of a bridge and he’d build the other, so you could walk hand-in-hand once again.

“Channie, hyung?”

He didn’t respond to Han’s voice. Tucked beneath his hood, his airpods blasted music. Han sat beside him full of worry. Usually, Chan tried to keep them all in line at the airport, but not today. When he brought up Chan’s silence, Hyunjin told him the two of you were in a disagreement.

“Channie, hyung?” He reached over and gently tugged on Chan’s hoodie sleeve.

Chan’s head shifted. He pulled out one of the airpods and looked over. Red-rimmed eyes and brown bags stared back at the younger man. Han reached out with a bag of trail mix. “Are you hungry?”

“No thanks.”

“Are you sure?” Han’s frown deepened. “You don’t look okay. Do you need something to drink? You can wave over one of the flight attendants.”

“I’m okay for now, Han.” He pushed his airpod back in his ear and slumped back in the seat.

Han sighed and pulled his trail mix back to his chest. He reached in, grabbed one of the pretzels, and popped it into his mouth. As he chewed, he hoped Chan would feel better soon.

Tour would be miserable if their leader was unhappy for the entire tour.

~ ~ ~

As the days slipped by, you didn’t text, or call him. He didn’t contact you, either. Thousands of miles away, it started to hit him hard. His jealous outburst caused him to lose you.

He tried not to let it bother him. He put on a brave face for the guys and the fans, but after their third stop, he finished the concert and went directly into his hotel room. He didn’t drop by Han and Minho’s room to talk with the rest of the guys.

Not only was he physically exhausted from the dancing and singing, but he was exhausted from the emotional aspect. He pretended to be brave, but deep down, he was the most frightened he’d ever been in his life. Losing you meant losing a piece of his soul.

As someone who lost and gained a lot of things in his life, he wasn’t sure if he could lose you. You were gold in his heart; the arteries that made his heart beat, you were his pride and joy. Giving you up meant certain death to the parts of his hearts he opened to you.

Face down in a cotton pillow, he let out the tears he tried to hold back. He tried to be strong and tried to pretend it was fine, but nothing worked. Everything oozed out; the betrayal of your actions, the fear of what might be, the brewing fear that he wasn’t and he’d never be good enough.

Because if you were content with hugging another man, smiling at another man, what would become of him? You meant everything to him and if he failed at keeping you next to him, who was he supposed to love? Didn’t that mean he wasn’t good enough?

He lived a life laced with a silent fear. Deep down, back in the depths of his brain, a little voice whispered and insisted he wasn’t good enough. His group members couldn’t smother it. The records they broke, the accomplishments they achieved, it didn’t matter. His insecurities grew with him.

That’s what happens when you spend your life being nit-picked and torn apart by adults when you’re younger. When the JYP staff dubbed him not good enough, not dancing as well as he should be, not working hard enough, not practicing his vocals enough, he’d never be good enough; their words haunted him like a ghost.

They said they were helping. They wanted him to achieve every goal and he did. He was. They gifted him hand-wrapped disappointment and expected greatness. They got it, but he sacrificed his sense of belonging in the process.

In the mirror, there were still days he couldn’t recognize himself. Blearily in the studio and practicing different notes, his voice changed, but his self-esteem didn’t. Not even millions of fans could improve that self-doubt. Not when so many of them easily shunned and back-stabbed him to align with their opinions.

You did. You used to. He clung to your words, trying to believe them. When you spend your entire life forgetting to believe in yourself, it takes so long to bring back your self-esteem. Every hope you whispered, every little compliment, he clung to them with chewed nails and the desperation of a neglected and starved man.

It was different coming from you. Strangers could idolize him and they always would, but you saw him. Every part of him. The pieces that lay broken and defeated behind the scenes. The anger and silenced voice on the things he couldn’t change. The wants and desires, you viewed it all raw and authentically.

So why did it seem like you gave up on him so easily? You just reaffirmed the words from the past. He wasn’t good enough. Not talented enough. Not good looking enough.

Never.

Not.

No.

Nothing.

The pillow caught his tears when you couldn’t. It heard every whisper and the hotel wall’s soaked with his bitter misery and silent desperation. Why couldn’t he be someone else? Someone better and far more desired? He crumpled to the shell of who he used to know.

The belief that he meant something, it didn’t need to be spoken by fans. He didn’t need it to come from his parents and siblings. Not from his group mates, or other friends. He needed to start believing it himself, but he didn’t know how. He always relied on you to help him see through his fractured self-image, but now you’re gone.

What does the last survivor on earth do when the sun implodes? The moon clouds over and the tides cease. The stars burst, painting the cosmos with the final glow of a supernova; the last breath of dying stars.

In his damp pillow, his eyes squeezed shut. Sobs locked themselves in his chest. He couldn’t push them out, even if he wanted to. Staff members had hotel rooms on either side of him. He couldn’t break down and let them hear how broken he became.

He didn’t know how long he stayed in the dark room. Outside, cars cruised downtown. Hums of their engines and the occasional honk of a horn. A gentle rain sprinkled the tin hotel roof. The heavens grieved alongside him.

Just as his breathing started to slow and his eyes shut, a knock sounded at his door. He thought he was hearing things, but it remained consistent. A steady thrum, another presence lingered outside his dark cave of self-pity. He shifted, turning away from the door, and trying to sleep, but it didn’t stop.

With a huff, he finally shoved himself up and padded over to the door. His bare feet brushed over the carpet and he wiped his bleary eyes. He jerked the door open, preparing to tell one of the guys to leave him alone, but to his surprise, he found you.

You stood with a plastic bag full of items and a suitcase behind you. The bags beneath your eyes matched his. Draped in a hoodie and sweatpants, you stood without a word. He blinked a few times, wondering if he was actively dreaming.

“Hi…” You trailed off when he didn’t speak. Your weight shifted to your opposite foot and your eyes found the floor. “I-I can go back home if you want me to, but I couldn’t just…” The lump started to form in your throat. The exact same feeling washed over you that occurred the night of your fight.

“This was really stupid,” you whispered more to yourself than to him. “I wanted to make things right. I didn’t want to do it over the phone, so I worked out a schedule with my boss. I only have a few days, but I-”

He cut you off by lunging forward and wrapping his arms around you. You gasped as you were lifted off the ground. Air removed itself from your lungs and Chan jerked you back into his room. Your fingers didn’t let go of your suitcase, so it rolled with you. Inside, he jerked your suitcase in, shut, and quickly locked the door.

“C-Chan, I-”

“I’m sorry,” he squeezed tighter. “I was so stupid and insecure. I shouldn’t have yelled and I should have heard you out. You were just trying to explain and I refused to let you. I assumed things and I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

“Can’t breathe,” you weakly whispered.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry!” His arms loosened around you and you slipped back to the floor. You sucked in a deep breath and relaxed. He reached out and gently cupped your cheeks. “Are you okay?”

You sniffled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. I forgot how tight your hugs can be. I feel like it’s been forever since I hugged you. I talked to the guys, they helped lead me here. I didn’t know where to go exactly.”

He frowned and his arms wrapped around you again. This time, he clung to you with care. He tucked you beneath his chin. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”

“I meant what I said the other night. I really didn’t cheat on you, Chan. I couldn’t. I never told you I was having lunch with my coworker because I didn’t think it was a big deal. We’ve been friends since I started working there and he transferred to another department, so I-”

“Shh. You don’t have to explain yourself. I should have trusted you instead of jumping to conclusions. It’s not your fault I overreacted.”

You slipped your hands behind his back and gently wrapped yourself tighter around him. “I missed you so much. I’m sorry I didn’t call, or text. I was getting ahead on my work, so I could come speak to you in person.”

“I’m not dreaming, right?”

“No, I’m here. I’m really, really here.” You pulled back and glanced up. Before he could react, your lips were on his. The soft kiss said everything the two of you didn’t say out loud.

Lip-locked with arms around one another, the hurt eased. His hands slipped down to your hips and he carefully held you, like he was afraid you’d pull away and never be seen again. Desperate fingers twisted in the fabric of your white hoodie.

When you pulled away to catch your breath, he hesitated to open his eyes; worried that this really was only merely a dream. When his eyes fluttered open, you were still there and staring at him. You sucked in a deep breath and let go of his body.

Stepping back, you grabbed the plastic bag you previously held. “I wanted to get you flowers, but I know you’re on tour and traveling with flowers might be difficult. So instead, I got you a bag of your favorite candy. I stopped at a Korean convenience store before I came to the hotel earlier.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Uh-” You blinked and shrugged, “since a little after lunch. I’ve been hanging out in Felix’s room and mingling with the guys. They’re all really worried about you. Han texted me the day you left and said you weren’t acting like yourself. I couldn’t let you suffer for the entire tour.”

His face softened and he reached out to grab the bag. “What kind of snacks?”

“The unhealthy kind. I know you try to eat healthy on tour, but I went to the concert earlier. I think all that jumping and dancing deserves some fuel.”

He chuckled, causing one of his dimples to poke out. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do all this. It means a lot to me. Actually,” his eyes found yours, “this means everything to me.”

“I couldn’t let you believe I’d cheat on you. Your my entire world and living without your messages was tortuous enough. I couldn’t stand the silence without your goofy phone calls.”

“Should we lay in the bed and eat snacks while watching Netflix?”

“Do you have to be up early tomorrow? Because I don’t want to-”

“Nah, nah, nah.” He waved away your worry. “That doesn’t matter. Besides, I don’t have to be at sound check until the afternoon. Come on, lay with me.”

He placed the goodies on the bed while you took off your shoes. Before you could get to the bed, he pounced on you. His arms pinned yours to your sides. Wet kisses speckled every inch of your face, causing you to giggle like crazy.

“Chan, what are you-”

“I’m catching up on all the kisses I’ve missed out on! I’m practically a touch-starved man.” Another kiss to the tip of your nose. “Maybe I’ll kidnap you and force you on tour with me.” One more to the side of your head.

You laughed harder. Happiness ran through his veins. In a fit of excitement and pure fun, his fingers brushed against your ribcage, causing you to shriek into a laughing fit.

“Hey, no!”

“Hey, yes!” His fingers moved quicker. You squirmed and laughed harder. You struggled beneath his grip, causing him to laugh just as hard as you.

A squeal left your body as he picked you up and tossed you onto the bed. Before you could get up, he straddled you. Cooing and tickling, he beamed as you laughed until tears filled your eyes.

He kissed your lips and when he finished, he pulled away, smiling proudly. “Look at you, you’re all red and out of breath now.”

“It’s all your fault.”

“You’re so cute.”

“Apparently,” you playfully huffed.

He smiled fondly and wrapped his arms beneath you. His head went to your chest and he squeezed you. “I’m so happy you’re here. We could watch Netflix, or we could just stay here like this. I think I hear your heart fluttering.”

You went to speak, but it cut off with a yawn. Jet-lag started to catch up with you from earlier. “Yeah, maybe. We could stay here and just-” You cut off with another yawn.

“My sleepy little baby is so tired.”

“A little.”

“Get some sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He pressed a final kiss into the center of your temple. “I love you so much.”

“Love you.” You sighed and your eyes fluttered shut. His heart melted as he watched you wind down. You were always adorable when you drifted off to sleep.

He leaned down, pressing his ear to your thumping heart. “Sweet dreams, honey.” Relief flowed through his veins and his own eyes slipped shut.

Tomorrow morning, he couldn’t wait to be this grabby and possessive all over again.

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heartsforkatsuki · 3 days ago

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pining. ｡°✩ k.bakugo

pov; you've been inlove with your now ex-bestfriend for 15 years

pairing: bakugo katsuki x gn!reader warnings: angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers, unrequited (then requited) love, emotional confrontation, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, YEARNING KATSUKI!!! word count: ~1.2k - this is my first time writing angst btw ahah

i want someone badly

maybe it was the way you stopped paying attention to him. the way you stopped orbiting around katsuki bakugo like he was the sun and you were just some helpless, burning thing.

maybe it was the way you grew into yourself. someone with their own dreams now. someone who no longer waited for him to notice them.

it didn’t matter though. not really. because the result was the same.

after years of you trailing behind katsuki — always there, always his constant — now the roles were reversed.

you’d been in each other’s lives since you were five. your moms were best friends. you grew up side by side like a pair of badly stitched twins, bickering and inseparable.

you always lit up when you saw him. always hugged him tight like it mattered. told him you loved him like it was easy, like it wasn’t killing you slowly every time he didn’t say it back.

and god, did you love him.

you thought he knew. maybe a part of you hoped if you said it enough, did enough, he’d start to love you too.

but then came senior year. and izuku — your best friend since forever — sat you down one day, looked at you with tired eyes, and said:

“we’re about to graduate, y/n. you can’t chase him forever.”

and you knew he was right.

you started remembering things that used to slide off your back. like how katsuki never hugged you unless you were crying. how he never said “i love you” — not even in a joking way. how he’d call you annoying in front of people like it was funny. like you were a bit much.

you used to think it was just how he was. now, you weren’t so sure.

so you pulled away. slowly. quietly.

no more dropping by his dorm after class. no more late-night game sessions. no more laughing until you couldn’t breathe.

you made excuses. “my mom needed help.” “i’m not feeling well.” “sorry, i forgot.”

he didn’t buy any of it. but he didn’t stop you either.

and now it’s been two years. two whole fucking years.

katsuki hates every second of it.

he can’t sleep without thinking about what he could’ve done differently. what he should’ve said. should’ve noticed. he misses you in a way that’s physical, in a way that haunts him.

he misses your voice. your laughter. the way you used to throw your arms around him without warning. the way you’d look at him like he mattered more than anything.

you don’t do any of that anymore.

and it’s killing him.

so when he hears there’s a class reunion in some half-lit bar in osaka, he shows up early. waits. watches the door like a fucking lunatic.

and then you walk in. with izuku, of course.

you’re laughing. smiling. katsuki hasn’t seen you smile like that in two years and it splits something open inside his chest.

twenty minutes in, kirishima calls you over. katsuki hears your name and suddenly he’s sweating. your eyes meet his, and he knows that look. you’re nervous.

“hi, eiji,” you say softly. “bakugo.”

bakugo.

not katsuki. not suki. not anything that means he still matters to you.

he wants to punch a wall.

“y/n,” he says back, like it doesn’t gut him.

you talk to kirishima. a little small talk. fake smiles.

and then katsuki’s standing. grabbing your wrist.

“what the hell are you doing?” you ask, eyes wide.

he drags you outside. it’s raining. cold. your coat’s too thin. you’re shivering.

“it’s katsuki to you,” he growls. “or kats. or suki. i don’t give a fuck which nickname you use, just stop calling me bakugo like i’m a stranger.”

“this is inappropriate,” you snap, yanking your hand free. “let me go.”

he ignores you. stares at the ground like it might tell him what to say.

“what happened?” he asks. his voice is low. raw.

“what are you talking about?” you blink at him like he’s gone insane.

“don’t do that,” he snaps. “you know what i mean. you disappeared. one day you were just... gone. after fifteen years. what the fuck, y/n?”

you exhale shakily. look up at him through wet lashes.

“you know why i stopped talking to you.”

“no,” he says, voice cracking. “i don’t. tell me.”

you hesitate. because this hurts. it always hurts.

“you knew i loved you. i spent fifteen years loving you, katsuki. and it meant nothing. not once did you look at me like i meant something to you.”

he’s staring at you like you’ve punched him.

“what the hell are you talking about?” he breathes.

“you never hugged me unless i was crying. you never said you loved me back. and every time someone brought up how close we were, you called me annoying. like i was some bug you couldn’t shake.”

“i hugged you,” he insists. “i did.”

“a pat on the back isn’t a hug, katsuki.”

you’re crying now. not loud. just quiet tears running down your cheeks.

he steps forward. wraps his arms around you. tight. too tight. like he’s scared you’ll vanish if he lets go.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, voice shaking. “i’ll fix it. i’ll do anything. these last two years... i can’t breathe without thinking about you. i can’t sleep. i can’t do anything. i’m so fucking angry all the time because you’re not here, and it’s my fault, and i hate myself for it.”

you’re sobbing. shoulders shaking. rain soaking through your clothes.

“don’t,” you whisper. “don’t say this now. i’ve spent years making peace with the fact you didn’t love me. i’ve moved on.”

“shut up,” he says, desperate. “just shut up and listen.”

you do. because you always do when it comes to him.

“you’re everything to me,” he says, and his voice is wrecked. “you always have been. even when i was too stupid to see it. i didn’t know how to show it. i didn’t know how to say it. but i do now.”

you’re frozen. staring up at him through rain and tears and years of ache.

“i love you,” he says.

and the world stops.

the rain, the noise, the pain in your chest — it all goes still.

you stare at him like the words didn’t make sense. like your brain needs to reboot just to process them.

you step back from his arms. look him in the eye.

he’s crying too. shaking. like he’s finally broken open.

“i’m sorry,” he says again, trying to wipe your tears with his thumb. “i’m so fucking sorry. don’t cry. please.”

you smile. small. sad.

and then you kiss him.

soft. slow. like you’re afraid it’ll disappear if you’re not careful.

he doesn’t pull away. for once, he pulls you closer.

the bar door opens behind you. someone gasps. but neither of you move.

because right now, the only thing that matters is that he said it back.

and this time, he means it.

“i love you,” you whisper.

he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for years.

“i love you too, idiot.”

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hobihottie · 2 days ago

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Say something!🏩

Yandere! Bully! Megumi x Chubby! Mute! Reader

Warnings: bullying, dub con!!, creampies, public sex

You had selective mutism, which the doctors who had diagnosed you described as the inability to speak in most situations mainly due to social anxiety, despite your ability to speak normally in places like home. After moving to Tokyo for your junior year your mother had asked her close friend’s son to take care of you and help you at school.

Bully!Megumi was shocked when he met you for the first time. You were so curvy, with big breast and chubby thighs that stole his attention immediately. As your parents caught up he stared at you from the side of his eyes watching as you avoided his gaze like the plague. And in that moment he knew you would be nothing but a burden.

In front of your mother Megumi was a polite and well mannered man but when you were alone he was mean, rough, and cruel. Dragging you around and spitting insults and snarky remarks at you any chance he could get.

It had been a year since then and now as seniors you had grown extremely close. There wasn’t much time in the day where you weren’t glued to his side, following him around like some stupid puppy. It annoyed him so much.

In a empty classroom you stood against the wall leaning forward against his chest. His pale hand was between your thighs as the two fingers he had stuffed in your pussy fucked you roughly. “Just cum already or someone’s gonna come and see you.” His tone was annoyed as he watched your expressions closely. “And if you squirt again you’re getting pregnant as punishment.” Megumi watched as you clenched your thighs tightly, grabbing his strong forearm with your small hands as you came. You couldn’t help it as you started to squirt making a mess on the floor.

“Too bad, looks like you squirted again” his annoyed and disgusted face made you feel so embarrassed and small. You hated him for making you feel so stupid. “Oh well, You’re the one that’s cleaning this up later, now show me your ass.”

Facing the wall you bit your lip while he pulled your panties down and lined his cock up with your wetness. He fucked you roughly, insulting you the whole time until he pumped you full of his cum. When he was done You fell to your knees weakly as he stuffed his big dick back in his pants. “Keep all of it inside of you.” But some of his cum had already started dripping down your thigh. He grabbed your arm roughly forcing you to get up.“Now let’s go.” The train ride home was quiet with you right beside him like always. Megumi was deep in his thoughts. You guys would be graduating soon and he couldn’t help but dread what life would be without you. Your mom had already told him you would be taking your college courses at home but he couldn’t help but want you to stay side by side.

Bully!megumi would drag you into empty alleyways to touch your soft body. Muttering things like about how “Your boobs have gotten bigger this year.” And how “It’s probably because you eat so much and never work out.” You would whimper in his grasp trying not to overreact. His big hands fondled your breast through your shirt making your nipple slip out your bra. You felt his hard dick pressing against your tummy and shut your eyes tightly.

He would make you get on your knees in the ally and put his hard dick right in your face. “If you don’t say anything I’m gonna fuck you till you faint again.” With his big hand holding the top of your head he would lay his dick on your face. But you never said anything. He would fuck your face until you were coughing up his cum when he was done. He would snatch you up when he was finished to drag you to a hotel.

In the hotel rooms he would take out all his pent up emotions on you, fucking you with the anger he felt towards you for making him feel so many things around you. He would grab the back of your dainty neck as he pumped you full of his dick. “You could atleast tell me when it feels good!” You cried loudly moaning from his thrust. “Atleast try you cow!” He would growl pulling your hair.

After nutting in you he would pull out his dick that would always stay hard. You were just too sexy. “It’s your fault for never saying anything. If you want it to stop you can just say it.” He was so cruel. You still didn’t speak so he laid you flat on your tummy stuffing his dick back in u. “Say something already! I can’t tell what you’re thinking if you don’t!” He nutted in you again.

When graduation came he was colder than normal. On the train home he stood beside you scrolling on his phone nonchalantly. “It’s finally over, you won’t have to be with me all the time anymore , you can make it home alone right?”. That day Megumi went home feeling angry and hurt. Even after that all that time you hadn’t once spoke to him. Even after you fucked so many times, even though he knew every inch of your body and you knew his the same you didn’t care. You didn’t even look fazed that you wouldn’t be together anymore. Later that day as Megumi cleared his book bag he found a little note inside. When he read it he couldn’t help the way his heart raced in his chest. It was from you.

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It had been a year and Megumi went through college by himself, not making any friends or connections. He hated school but each time he made it home to his apartment he felt a happy and fuzzy feeling in his chest. He would open the door and walk in and see you sitting at the table on your computer with your big glasses on your cute face. You would look up at him with your pretty eyes and your cheeks would turn pink. Your voice was quiet and weak but you always greeted him.

“W-welcome home M-Megumi-kun.”

#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen yandere #megumi smut #yandere megumi #megumi x reader #yandere jjk #yandere smut #yandere

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trothplighted · 3 days ago

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I was going through some of Rowling’s old interviews and came across one in 2004 where she spoke of Sirius:

“I am so proud of the fact that a character, whom I always liked very much, though he never appeared as much more than a brooding presence in the books, has gained a passionate fan-club.”

This wasn’t the only time she expressed surprise that Sirius became a fan favourite, and it’s honestly baffling to me??? He had an entire book named after and primarily revolving around him, and is canonically the closest thing to a parent that Harry, the protagonist of the series, ever had. Even if we disregard everything else we know about Sirius and his storyline, there’s no way in hell he wasn’t going to be popular. If I didn’t know better, I’d have said that a character like that was specifically designed for fan service (I mean...he's hot, has a flying motorbike, and is literally named after a star, lol). It’s bizarre that Rowling seems to have had no idea, and that she believed he was / intended him to be nothing more than a “brooding presence” in the series – which is at any rate an appalling and deeply unsympathetic way to describe his trauma and depression.

It made me think of how there's such a major disconnect between authorial intent and authorial execution when it comes to his character as well, especially in Order of the Phoenix. Characters like Molly or Hermione call him irresponsible/reckless/immature, claim he confused Harry and James, that he treated Harry like a friend rather than a godson, that he was biased against Snape, etc. Rowling’s interviews confirm that she intended to characterize Sirius in such a way and that Hermione and Molly are meant to be viewed as her mouthpieces. But Sirius’s actual behavior and relationship with Harry does not correspond with any of this and his actions + dialogue are for the most part very reasonable and sympathetic. (There’s also Kreacher’s storyline, which made me dislike Sirius a lot when I was younger, but upon my reread comes across as almost entirely nonsensical, contradictory, and seems specifically designed to paint Sirius in a bad light to the point where he’s compared to VOLDEMORT of all people by Hermione - who, in the process of criticizing Sirius, dehumanizes house elves entirely by claiming that none of them are capable of individual morality or have any ethical agency of their own. It's frustrating because she's 100% right that house elves should be freed but the way she infantalizes them is...pretty shitty and not the way to go about it. But I digress.)

Rowling seems to have done a complete 180 degree turn on how Sirius is presented by the narrative between Goblet of Fire and Order of the Phoenix, and I can’t really understand why.

I get the sense that the creation of Sirius’s character in particular was, at the very least, partly accidental on Rowling’s part. She didn’t expect him to blow up the way he did, and I get the sense that she doesn’t seem to have been thrilled by how much the early HP fandom liked/valorized him. There was an interview where she was asked if she liked him, and she said that she did, only to immediately list down all his alleged flaws and emphasize that “I do not think he was wholly wonderful” (which character in the series is wholly wonderful, lol? Sirius came across as a great deal better than most to me). There have been so many other interviews where she’s done the same thing despite the fact that Sirius's faults or perceived faults had absolutely nothing to do with the questions at hand. It’s such a startling contrast how she talks about pretty much everyone else from his generation, all of whom she seems considerably warmer and more sympathetic towards in varying degrees.

As I haven’t been back in the fandom for very long, this is the first time I’ve come across her interviews - I’m not sure if I’m reading too much into them or not. I wondered if you agree/disagree, as you’ve been in the fandom for much longer and I love all your metas about the series. Thanks :)

You’ve hit upon my personal Rage Point for the entire series, anon.

I want to start by pointing something out about Sirius and Kreacher, which is that in GoF Sirius tells Ron and Harry (and Hermione, though he brings it up to compliment her observational skills) that Crouch Sr.’s mistreatment of Winky is an indicator of his character. (“If you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals.”) This is, somehow, the same man who one book later is egregiously dismissive of and abusive toward his family’s house-elf, to the point that this dismissal causes his death (oh, and Albus blames him for dying, too.) Despite Sirius expressing two wildly different viewpoints from book to book, we’re intended to take that as his true self, as the authentic expression of his beliefs and position.

I’ve spoken before more than once about other drastic character shifts that happened as a result of the Three Year Summer, both as a writing break and as a paradigm shift in the notoriety of and ubiquity of the series thanks to the movies being released starting in 2001. I was in elementary and middle school while the books were being published, and OotP was the first book I remember seeing large-scale advertisement for in my school outside of a book fair - there was a big larger-than-life poster teasing the book cover with a release date during the summer to get us all hyped up for it. I’d obviously heard of Harry Potter before that, but that was the moment when the books went from “famous book series” to “cultural phenomenon,” at least in my mind. And I think that we can trace this shift in opinion on Sirius Black back to the Three Year Summer, too.

In my opinion it’s obvious that Joanne really liked Sirius, when she first developed him. I don’t think she’s telling the truth when she says she doesn’t think he’s wholly wonderful - when she first came up with him she absolutely did. He’s got pride of place as a Cool Character in all the ways she loves to lavish attention on someone. He’s set up with a phenomenal entrance in PS chapter one and then he spends all of PoA in the spotlight. He has a dramatic reveal of his true allegiances and his innocence, and he’s Harry’s best and most supportive parental figure throughout GoF who consistently gives good advice and who risks his own life and liberty to make sure his godson is safe. He considers coming back to England and living in a cave and eating rats to be his duty as a godfather, and while Harry feels responsible for his circumstances he’s always really clear that he (1. doesn’t care about the risks to his health and safety (2. will gladly sacrifice comfort and stability if it means being able to protect this boy (3. will not let Harry feel guilty.

These aren’t the actions of a man who confuses Harry with James - throughout GoF he continues to insist that his decisions are his own, made as an adult trying to parent and support a kid who desperately needs a stable presence in his life. Harry’s used to taking the blame for the actions of adults (my heart is still rent asunder by his expectation that Lupin is going to gaslight him about denying him the chance to face the boggart in their first DADA lesson) and he’s also used to feeling like he has to manage the emotional state of a household (see: all the times he plans out what to say or not to say to the Dursleys to get them to do what he wants), and Sirius doesn’t let him sink into either of those pits. He also prevents Harry from bottling up his feelings or concealing his distress, and never lies or twists the truth. He’s being very deliberately written as someone who serves as a positive role model and positive mentor figure for Harry, and then suddenly come OotP he’s moody and immature and subject to a number of very strange smear campaigns from characters the author confirms are intended to reflect her real opinions.

So… what happened, over the course of the Three Year Summer, to make her change her mind? We can’t ever know for sure, obviously, because Joanne hasn’t ever bothered to lay out how her feelings on each member of her cast changed and evolved, and she’s unlikely to do so at any point in the future because now when people talk to her they mostly talk to her about transphobia. But I have a theory.

See, between 1998 and 2003, the HMS Wolfstar set sail. While most of the seminal meta came out after OotP (see “The Case for R/S” as probably the one I and others my age are most familiar with as an introduction to the ship) and most of the really famous fanfics started trickling out around that time (The Shoebox Project started in 2004), there were fanfics before that point, a growing fan community, and a number of pieces of fanart and fancomics (check out the list of doujinshi in the linked Fanlore article, some of those date back to 2001). Edit: here is an archived humorous/gently snarky list of Wolfstar fanfic tropes created in 2002 - while I can’t personally remember the names of fics from before 2004 or so I want to point to this as evidence that there was an established fan community, even using the “WolfStar” name, prior to the publication of OotP.

Normally, I wouldn’t think that fanfic from prior to 2010 or so had much of anything to do with the author’s opinions on their work, because norms and fan culture around fanfic were much more focused around keeping these stories private and away from the prying eyes of The Powers That Be/TPTB.

I say normally, because Joanne was aware of fanfiction, and aware of fanfiction remarkably early in her career as a public figure.

Younger fans are almost certainly not going to know this, but one of the first real fandom divides in HP had to do with fanfiction, and specifically the question of how to treat fanfiction written by and for adults that featured sex scenes or other mature content. Since the books were children’s books (though there was an adult fandom since the start, especially online - the Harry Potter For Grown-Ups/HP4GU mailing list and its descendant communities still loom large in fan history as some of the early pillars of today’s digital scene) a lot of people didn’t know what to do or how to treat fanfic. This was also compounded by fanfic being a lot more subject to legal action or takedown notices - Anne Rice, Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, and Anne McCaffrey all became infamous either for pursuing individual authors and archives until they took down their stories or instituting guidelines about what kinds of transformative works were acceptable, or both in McCaffrey’s case.

Rowling, however, was different. Rowling said that noncommercial fanfic was completely fine, that she wasn’t going to pursue any kind of legal action against fanfic authors, and that as long as adult-oriented fanfic was appropriately warned for and not shown to or targeted to children, she didn’t care if it existed.

This laid the groundwork for the founding of Fanfiction.net, for fanfic communities on LiveJournal, and eventually for Archive of our Own and the Organization for Transformative Works. In an era where legal disclaimers were common on fanfics as a mostly-useless attempt to prevent being shut down by IP holders, Rowling threw the doors open and democratized her stories in a way she - I would argue - ultimately came to regret.

I can’t prove that her sudden slander of Sirius was a result of latent unexamined homophobia and a desire for revenge against the fandom for daring to claim one of her favorite characters as a gay man. I can’t prove that his backstory of being kicked out of his house (for unspoken Family Drama reasons centering around him being filthy and disgraceful) only to be shoved back into it, or Trustworthy Adults suddenly painting him as dangerous to children and inherently irresponsible and reckless, or all of his trauma being ignored and painted over, or every scrap of his heroism being erased, has to do with Joanne deciding that if we’ve made him gay he shouldn’t get to be a character anymore.

I can’t prove it.

But I do believe it. I believe it because when you ask yourself “is this queercoded character being subjected to authorial homophobia”, suddenly everything about Sirius’s arc in OotP makes complete and total sense in the worst way possible. This is also why I think Tonks and Remus were paired off, why Tonks suddenly becomes more gender-conforming, and why Bill Weasley transforms into Normal Settled-Down Hetero William. It feels like her desperate attempts to take her characters and shove them back into a box that she controls. I don’t think she was at that point consciously and virulently homophobic, but I think her clear and evident discomfort with fans interpreting these characters who she wanted to be straight comes through in her writing.

I also believe it because she does the same thing to Albus, after his death. Someone who’s been uncomplicatedly heroic and praised by all parties and even used as her mouthpiece to pass judgment on Sirius suddenly becomes morally suspect and untrustworthy and shady and secretive, with enemies lining up as soon as he’s dead to slander him - and again, just like with Sirius, we’re meant to accept this as the correct version of events. He even confirms all of this to Harry himself in the King’s Cross afterlife. The old Albus can’t come to the phone right now, he’s dead, and only his critics remain. Coincidentally, Albus is of course the only confirmed gay character in the entire story. Funny how that works out, isn’t it?

I’ve been angry at her for 20 years for killing Sirius, and angrier still at her straightwashing efforts. I wouldn’t believe her if she said she wasn’t doing that, at this point.

It’s not as if I expected her to be a perfect ally as a center-left moderate cishet white woman in the late 90s/early 2000s, and I do think that Dumbledore being gay was revolutionary in a way that most modern audiences seriously fail to appreciate, but I wish she wasn’t so damned insistent that no one else could be queer in any way at any point. She’s also really evidently uncomfortable about any displays of affection between confirmed same-sex pairings - she was absolutely neurotic about the amount of physical contact between Mads Mikkelsen and Jude Law during FB3, to the point that she fought with David Yates about it. And her behavior contributed to the intense homophobia I and others experienced in our formative early years in fandom - no-slash mailing lists and archives, the immediate classification of all queer fanfic as inherently more mature or more sexual simply by virtue of having queer people in it, Wizards For Bush, etc. As a result, boycott or no boycott, I hope that Wolfstar is canon in the new series, I hope Mundungus stays the crossdressing icon that they are, I hope Tonks is canonically nonbinary, and I hope Joanne loses sleep over it.

#hp #hp meta #sirius black #wolfstar #sirius/remus #on joanne

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bartxnhood · 3 days ago

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40s! bucky barnes headcanons

synopsis: a collection of 40s!bucky barnes bc he is very dear to me.

warnings: none really, mainly fluff, just a tad of angst at the end.

a/n: hiiii all!! this is the first installment of my headcanon series. i’ve never really done headcanons like this before but i thought it would help me find my groove of writing again. i do have another bucky fic in the works along with a bob one!!

not proofread

requests open

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40s!bucky who first met you in a medical clinic when he was getting medicine for whatever sickness he had conjured up this time. but, it was really an excuse to see you again.

40s!bucky who never believed in love at first sight, it was a lame fairy tale for kids to believe in. but on that fateful day and his eyes landed on you..oh he was absolutely smitten.

“i’m gon be marryin’ her, steve!” his dopey smile is something steve has never seen before, his eyes glittered with something steve wasn’t familiar with. only seeing that gleam in his eyes whenever your name came up in conversation. “does she know this, buck?”

“she’s about to!”

40s!bucky who showers you with anything your pretty little heart desires. new diamond earrings? done. flowers? done. that dress you’ve been eyeing in the boutique down the street across from your work? it’s lying in the break room for you at work.

“bucky, this all too much” you’d finally confront him as you stand in the living room of your apartment as he’s handing you a new gift.

“what do you mean, doll?” bucky hesitates, afraid he’s crossed over a line. his step towards you is light and gentle, he drops the box to the table. “did i overstep or cross a line?” he asks softly. “never” you say, smiling softly. “i just..i don’t feel like i deserve this”

40s!bucky who doesn’t understand why you think like that. to him you were the brightest star in the night sky, the light of his day, you were every good thing that bucky didn’t deserve.

40s!bucky who calls you a plethora of different nick names, ‘doll’ and ‘baby doll’ were his two favorite. you would always blush, the nicknames stirring up butterflies in your stomach.

40sbucky who is pretty affectionate, even in public. considering his past, he’s so proud to show you off. bucky feels like the luckiest man in the world knowing you’re with him.

40s!bucky who tells you he loves you multiple times a day. there’s not really a reason behind why he does it, he just feels the need to make sure you’re aware that you’re the only one for him.

40s!bucky who found out he was a jealous man because of you. not anything you’d do, of course. but when he took you out dancing one night he couldn’t help that burning sensation he felt in his chest as he saw a man across the room eying you.

40s!bucky who keeps a collection of records tucked away in his apartment just for you, knowing how much you love music.

40s!bucky who dances with you in the living room with nothing but a small lamp lighting up the room. the two of you swaying to the soft jazz that bucky picked.

40s!bucky who picked out the perfect ring only a year of dating. keeping his promise that he’d marry you, even when everyone around him told him he was insane.

40s!bucky who asked your family’s permission for your hand in marriage promising to give you the best life you deserve.

“this is awfully soon, james.” your father would say, sitting across from bucky. “understandable, sir. but i do not wish to be away from her. i will give her the best life possible.”

40s!bucky who told you to wear your best. there were over two dozen roses in his kitchen, all prepared for you.

40s!bucky who is surprisingly a wonderful cook and prepared a huge candlelit dinner to show how much he loves you.

40s!bucky who finally popped the question after dinner, standing on the fire escape of his apartment while drinking wine.

“i have never met anyone quite like you. from the moment i met you, i knew you were the one for me. you make my heart skip a beat and fill me with more joy than i ever thought possible. will you do me the honor of becoming mrs.barnes?"

you’d say yes of course.

40s!bucky who holds you close when he finally confessed that he was drafted. gushing your cries as you grip onto him for dear life. feeling your world crumble beneath you. terrified.

“don’t cry, doll..” he says into your hair. “i’ll be home. i’ll come back to you”

“you better, james. god dammit you better come home to me.” you sobbed.

40s!bucky barnes who writes you letters every day after he was drafted. long letters, you can feel the anguish and pain from the way he scribbles his words on the stained paper.

40s!bucky who always professes his love at the end of the letters. “my heart aches for you. my soul yearns for your touch. i love you baby doll. i’ll be home soon.”

40s!bucky who sent back his dog tags so you’d have a piece of him while he’s away.

40s!bucky who wears his wedding band around his neck every day. often finding himself fiddling with it absentmindedly. missing you more than anything else in the world.

40s!bucky who gives steve the rest of his letters and wedding ring and tells him to look after you. he didn’t know why he didn’t, maybe a hunch.

40s!bucky who never returned home. but steve made sure everything was sent to you.

40s!bucky who pledged his undying love for you in each word on the paper. thoughtful words you never expected him to conjure.

40s!bucky who now only lived in your heart with every beat.

#bartxnhood writes #marvel x gender neutral reader #marvel fluff #marvel x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes reader insert #bucky fic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #james bucky barnes #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #james bucky buchanan barnes

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kiame-sama · 12 hours ago

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Merfolk Transformation

This is a spin-off "what if?" scenario if the potion in chapter 49 of HAE AU was a Merfolk one instead

Warnings: MDNI, Spoilers for Chapter 49 of HAE AU, yandere, yandere behavior, possesive behavior, alternate path, merfolk, potion hijinks, azul is CONFLICTED, mention of octopus sexual cannibalism, size difference, adult themes,

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"What is going on over here?"

The deep growl of Divus sounded out as the displeased Selkie came over to check on what may have taken place. Ace and Deuce didn't know how to respond to the Selkie, not wanting to get in trouble despite what took place. Grim, however, did not care about getting in trouble, he was concerned for you.

"Water-dog, help! Mama fell in!"

The frantic cries of the Kit made Divus tense in fury as he quickly reached in to pull his precious Pup out of the tilted cauldron. His fingers brushed against the edge of a Uniform's fabric, but he had to quickly pull away as the shape inside grew until the cauldron itself cracked in half. Whatever was sitting in the cracked remains of the cauldron was not Human anymore.

"Ow..."

You grumbled to yourself as you rubbed your forehead, body aching more than it should be while you tried to shake off the strange feeling. The air felt too dry on your skin and was uncomfortable as you tried to shake off the feeling of the breeze. It was while you felt the breeze that you realized your skin was exposed to the elements with a few scraps of fabric keeping you mostly modest.

The first thing you did was cover your chest with your arm. Your other hand flying down to cover between your legs, but there weren't any legs to go between. Instead of legs, your bottom half from your hips down was a large grouping of tentacles that all seemed to change and shift in color as you stared at them.

There were eight tentacles in total, the flesh along the top of them a beautiful array of color that shifted to varying patterns while you observed them in a mystified way. Beneath the prismatic flesh on the tops of the tentacles was an array of suckers that lined each tentacle. Something in your brain registering the fact that you could practically taste the soil covered cobblestones of the greenhouse through them. When you made your realization, you instinctually pulled the tentacles back into the broken pieces of the cauldron in an attempt to keep away from that taste of dirt.

Where these new tentacles touched the surface of the cauldron, they turned the same dark black, even taking on the violet shine of what little remained of the potion. Part of you understood that the potion had likely done something to you, but a much stronger part of you was keen to find some dark underwater rocky outcropping to curl up in and shelter. Perhaps inside of a clam if you could find one big enough.

"We came as soon as (Y/n)'s collar pinged! Where is- BY THE SEVEN!"

Azul physically stumbled back as the shape before him turned to regard him. Were his tentacles out, he would have inked and thrown one to appease the notoriously vicious species of Merfolk sitting before him. The Cecaelia was not keen to wind up as a meal.

"What's wrong, Azul?"

Though your voice was more musical and haunting, much like the lonely songs of deep ocean merfolk, Azul recognized you after a few moments of staring. His glasses almost slid off his face he was so surprised by your sudden presence in front of him. Where he had thought it impossible, you simply defied the laws of possibility once again.

"Oh my, it looks like your nickname was slightly off, Floyd."

"Woah~ I thought you were a Shrimpy! Turns out you're a giant Octopus~! I'm still gonna call you Shrimpy though."

Floyd giggled happily and swayed as he walked up to you, Jade by his side. The grinning twin eels seemed absolutely enamored with you as they observed you. It was also around this time you realized how small they were compared to you in that moment. You could likely pick either one up with one hand if you genuinely wanted.

Neither Floyd nor Jade were half as awestruck as Azul. Azul's entire body burned an intense blue as he blushed and internally raved at the realization that you were a cephalopod like him. It was typical for females to be the larger of the two sexes, but you were larger than even most Cecaelia. Floyd's assessment of your species was more accurate than he could have imagined given you were truly a giant mimic octopus.

"Azul..? You seem... Uncomfortable?"

You noticed how quiet Azul had gone and felt concern for the Octopus. What he didn't expect was for you to put one of your large hands down to wrap around him, picking him up effortlessly to examine the squirming Octopus. He stared at your lips and felt his own mouth go dry as he thought about the absolute difference in size between the two of you.

What he wouldn't give to see you bite down on one of his tentacles... No! No, he couldn't think like that! He could... But he shouldn't.

"(Y/n)-! I'm- I'm fine..!"

"Are you sure?"

Azul was almost melting in your palm from how flustered he was, near hyperventilating from the proximity of your soft looking lips to his body. This was certainly awakening something in Azul he didn't fully understand yet. What he wouldn't give for it to be spring when most Cecaelia would be seeking mates.

"Aww... You're so cute and little now, Azul~! I could just eat you up."

Azul was going to boil himself in his skin if you made another comment like that. He was already struggling to keep himself contained around you in your new form, you couldn't just say you were going to snack on him so flippantly!

While Azul struggled in your palm, Divus decided to step in. You were giant and you were not going to fit in Ramshackle in your current state. The only place he could think of that would have a big enough tank for you was the Octavinelle dorm in one of the many submerged rooms where most of the Mermen were placed.

"Azul, would Octavinelle be properly equipped to host (Y/n) until this potion wears off?"

"... Yes."

"Then I see no reason why Octavinelle can't guard her this week. Puppy, no eating the other students while you are there."

You snorted at this, well aware you weren't supposed to eat them but still toying with the idea of giving Azul a little nibble. Jade and Floyd seemed exceptionally thrilled with the idea and the twins couldn't help but giggle at the catatonic Azul who was still reeling from your comment. They could just show you what good mates they could be by fishing up anything you could possibly want while you were with them. Jade in particular looked forward to feeding you.

"Then it is settled, Octavinelle will be responsible for (Y/n)'s safety this week! I will be checking in, now and again."

As Divus turned to begin reprimanding the Goats that caused the problem, Floyd was holding his hands up to you excitedly to be picked up. You scooped both Jade and Floyd up into your hands, holding the Eel twins and Azul. Despite how little they were, you found yourself admiring the trio like a group of dolls left in your care, the shiny scales of the twins catching your interest.

As you observed and marveled at the group of Mermen in your hands, the trio were busy admiring you. As far as they were concerned, having the right to mate you would be a dream come true, each of them imagining just how that would work.

"Cute little fishies... I could just keep you three like precious little pearls!"

"Please do."

#kiame-sama #humans are extinct twst au #tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #hae azul #hae floyd #hae jade

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universefcb · 3 days ago

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heyyy

an idea finally came to mind, what about Pau x reader were he is not feeling well after the loss against inter so reader does everything to help him, like takes him out on a walk and they have a picnic by the sea, she comforts him and when night comes around she hugs him tight cause he couldn't fall asleep and he sleeps with his face in the crook of her neck??

thank u girll <33

AFTER THE STORM, PAU CUBARSÍ.

→ Summary: You comforting him after the Champions League defeat

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Fluff/Comfort. Romance.

→ Author's note: I'm still sensitive about the loss in the semi-final...

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

You entered the apartment silently. I had already expected to find him there, alone, but the image still tightened his chest: Pau was sitting on the sofa, his face hidden in his hands, his shoulders hunched as if they were carrying the weight of the world. The television was still on and showing highlights of the match. It was cruel.

The Barcelona uniform was thrown over the back of the sofa, crumpled, forgotten. The boots were lying on the floor. And Pau… Pau was destroyed inside.

You approached without making a sound, your heart aching at the sight of someone so used to being strong, now shattered. You sat down next to him, slowly.

“Pau…” he called softly. “Do you want to talk?”

He didn't answer. He just shook his head, keeping his eyes on the floor. His fingers were intertwined, tense, his eyes red—not from crying, but from exhaustion, frustration, pain.

You took a deep breath and stood up.

“Then come with me.”

He looked at you for the first time since he came in, confused, his eyes sunken and tired. You held out your hand.

“Please. Trust me.”

There was a pause, short but full of meaning, until he intertwined your fingers with his and stood up. He didn’t say a word—and he didn’t need to. The simple fact that he had agreed to go out with you was enough.

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The sky was tinted in shades of gold and orange, the sun slowly hiding behind the sea. You drove to a small, secluded beach, an almost secret corner where few people went at that time. The trunk carried a basket with fresh fruit, juice, some bread, and a soft blanket.

You spread everything out on the sand, arranging it carefully, while he watched in silence. His feet sunk into the sand, his gaze lost on the horizon. You knew him well enough to understand that he was trying to find air in the middle of his own storm.

“Come, sit here with me,” you called, patting the blanket lightly. Pau walked slowly, as if each step still carried the frustration of the night before.

He sat down next to you. You didn’t talk about the game. Or the press. Or broken expectations. Instead, you opened the basket and started offering him pieces of fruit, trying to lighten the mood. Little by little, with light words and disconnected stories, you began to disarm the weight on his face.

And then, he finally spoke:

“You know what hurts the most?” His voice was low, choked. “It’s the feeling that I could have done more. That I failed. That I let everyone down.”

You dropped the glass you were holding and moved a little closer, turning your body to face him.

“Hey…” her hand reached for his, intertwining their fingers lovingly. “You haven’t let anyone down. What you’re feeling right now just proves how much you care. And that’s beautiful, Pau. But you don’t have to carry that weight alone.”

He looked away for a moment, as if fighting against everything he felt. And when he looked back at you, there was something different there. A small crack in that armor he tried so hard to maintain. A desire, perhaps, to allow himself to be taken care of.

You leaned in slowly, brushing your forehead against his.

“I’m here, okay?” he whispered. “With you. For everything.”

His eyes closed for a brief moment, as if he breathed you in. As if your presence was the only rest he knew.

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Night fell, and the sky was now a blanket of stars. The sound of the waves filled the silence with calm. The blanket was still spread out on the sand, and the two of you lay side by side, in comfortable silence.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, noticing how his eyes wouldn't stop blinking, restless. His shoulders were still tense, his jaw clenched. Pau couldn't turn it off.

“You’re tired. Lie down here,” she said, opening her arms, calling him closer.

He hesitated for a second, but then he gave in. He lay against you, his head in the crook of your neck, his arms around your waist, as if he was allowing himself to collapse there. And you took him in completely.

“I can’t sleep,” he murmured, his voice muffled against her skin. “My head won’t stop.”

You began to stroke his hair slowly, in a steady rhythm, like someone singing a lullaby.

“It’s okay,” she whispered against his forehead. “I’m here. Just breathe slowly… that’s all. You don’t need to think about anything else right now.”

The minutes passed and you felt his body begin to relax, as if he was finally handing over the weight of the entire day into your hands. His breathing slowed down, became deeper. His fingers were still firmly on your back, as if he was afraid of losing you even in your sleep.

But then… he fell asleep.

There, in your arms, with her face hidden in your neck and her body pressed against yours, as if you were the only certainty after everything that fell apart.

And maybe it really was.

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drabbles-mc · 3 days ago

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Invisible Silver Linings (3/7)

Robert 'Bob' Reynolds x F!Reader

Series Warnings: 18+, Thunderbolts* spoilers, language, angst, mentions of scars, mentions of self-harm/suicidal ideations

Summary: You signed on to become part of a study when you realized that you didn't have anything left to lose. What harm could it really do? How much worse could it really get? ... You didn't expect to get answers to those questions. You also didn't expect to meet Bob. You'd end up thankful for at least one of those things.

Chapter Index

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: sometimes sketchy labs are an ideal setting. not for the characters but for the writers and readers lmao. hope you enjoy!

The lights weren’t even cranked all the way back up yet when you were woken up next. Instead of Bob grabbing you by the arm, it was some strange guy in a white lab coat instead. His arm hooked underneath yours, leveraging to start picking you up off the ground without bothering to try and properly wake you up first. You thrashed, tried to jerk away while you were still in your sleepy haze and not quite aware of what was happening.

You were already dragged halfway to your feet when everything came into focus and your brain caught up with what was going on. When all the pieces clicked into place, you stopped fighting quite so hard, but you still weren't happy about how they were handling it. The place hadn't ever been hospitality central, but still.

There was a snarky comment on the tip of your tongue right up until you saw that they were hauling Bob to his feet too. Fear was layered on top of the exhaustion on his face as he flailed around not unlike how you had been just a few moments before. Someone else in a matching lab coat had a hold on one of his arms, but as he continued to twist and pull against them, a third person started approaching to restrain him further.

“Bob, hey,” you said in a loud whisper, trying to get his attention but not add to the scene that was unraveling during precious sleeping hours. “Hey!”

He stopped fighting, stopped moving completely. Turning to look in the direction of your voice, some of the tension in his body went away when he found you standing there staring at him. It wasn't the type of situation where a smile was necessarily appropriate, but you tried to have a reassuring look on your face as the two of you continued to stare at each other. It worked—they didn't try to restrain him from both sides.

“We're up,” you said quietly, nodding with more certainty than you had any right to. It wasn't as though you truly had idea about what was coming next, but whatever it was surely must beat sitting in the world’s most liminal waiting room.

“We're up?” he parroted back. There was no chance of him hiding whatever he was feeling, not with eyes like that. His confusion was visible, palpable.

Nodding, you said, “Yeah. And you didn’t even have to wait that long. So, you know, you're welcome.”

It got a small, weak smile out of him. “Thanks.”

You saw that he was about to say something else, but before he could, the two of you were being shoved through the room towards the exit doors. Bob was in front of you, and every few steps, when he wasn't looking down at his feet trying to make sure he wasn't going to step on anyone, he was trying to look back over his shoulder at you. One day, when the two of you got out and were done with this mess, you'd have to get around to asking him how he ended up in a place like this.

If. If the two of you got out.

You hadn't given too much thought to what the other side of the doors was going to look like, but it was a little bit of a letdown anyway. With all the secrecy and strangeness happening, you had been hoping for more than just a blank, concrete hallway. Still no windows. Peering around Bob, you could see that at the end of the hallway, it teed off in two directions. There was no signage, and you supposed that was on purpose. Need to know basis and you apparently weren't the ones that needed to know.

As you approached the end of the hall, the man holding onto your arm pulled you off to the side, and it was then that you realized that you and Bob were being split up. At least for now, but if you were being realistic it was probably for good. As far as final interactions went, you supposed you could've had a far worse send-off than meeting him. One of the last faces you saw being a kind one was something to be thankful for.

Bob didn't seem like the type who needed assistance in thinking scary thoughts, so you kept your feelings of finality to yourself. As they were getting ready to push you in your opposite directions, you called out to him, “See you on the other side!”

He looked sad and hopeful all at once. “See you on the other side.”

At first you were just being poked and prodded. Blood samples taken. Hair samples taken. They threw you on a scale and then sent you through machines that scanned you for things that you couldn’t even try to take a guess at. It was the first time anyone had asked you any real questions about yourself, your medical history and things like that. The types of questions you thought they should've asked you before whisking you away off the street and setting you up here, but you weren’t a scientist nor were you a doctor, so who were you to judge?

They tossed you on a treadmill for a little while. Then they had you do some other fitness and strength-related tests that had you feeling like you were back in high school all over again. Only instead of classmates watching you and mocking you, they were just a bunch of men and women in white coats with glasses and clipboards taking notes on you. None of their expressions gave anything away. They didn’t seem pleased, but they also didn’t seem disappointed. You were just pissed that they were having you work up a sweat in the one pair of standard issue scrubs/pajamas/uniform that they gave everybody.

One test after another. You had no idea how long any of it was really taking you. As you were ushered from one station to the next, you wanted to ask the people working there if the lack of windows and clocks ever fucked with their heads the way that it seemed to be doing with yours. Maybe it was on purpose. They were probably allowed to have watches or phones so they didn’t completely lose touch with reality.

You also found it strange that you didn’t seem to come across anyone else. They'd separated you and Bob, so you hadn't been expecting to see him. But they had taken so many other people even just in the short time that you had been there. The fact that you saw no trace of any of them was getting more and more worrisome the more that time went on.

At one point they brought you into a room that was completely empty with the exception of a large medical chair in the middle, with a small desk and rolling chair tucked off the to the side that had a computer on top of it. Hanging off the headrest of the chair was a mesh helmet that had too many cords coming off of it for you to count. It took no time at all to figure out where you would be sitting, and where the scientist who walked in with you would be sitting.

She gestured to the chair. “Have a seat.”

You chuckled. “Like I’ve got a choice, right?”

“You're welcome to leave the trial at any time,” she said, her voice neutral in a way that you knew was rehearsed. They all probably had scripts that they had to follow.

“Yeah? I tell you I want out, you'll just guide me back through the rat maze and pop me back out onto the street?”

She tilted her head, hugging her clipboard closer to her chest. “Do you want out?”

A nice way of answering your question that didn’t do anything to answer your question. “No.”

She nodded. “Have a seat.”

There was nothing else to do but exactly what you'd been told. She got the mesh helmet on your head and reclined the seat until you were laying almost completely flat. You watched as the woman went over to the computer and started clacking away on the keyboard. It was too far away for you to see what she was doing, but you could feel the light pulsating sensation from the mesh wrapped around your head.

She spun around in her rolling chair so that she was facing you. Clipboard resting in her lap, she said, “I'm going to have you close your eyes while I ask you a few questions.”

“About?”

“We're tracking levels of brain activity in regards to different topics and scenarios.”

“Morality test,” you said knowingly. A bit presumptuous on your part, maybe, but it was the only thing that really made sense. They'd tested your physical wellness, now they were going to test your psyche.

She shook her head. “We're learning a baseline for each test subject at the start. We'll revisit as time goes on to document any shifts.”

You had already established that you weren't going to leave, so you settled back into the chair and did as you were told. Closing your eyes, you folded your hands over your stomach and waited for the first question. It was hard to think about anything but the electric thrumming that was encapsulating your skull, but once you had something else to think about, you were sure it was going to become more manageable.

The next thing you knew you were waking up on a cot in a small room by yourself.

The thrumming that you last remembered had been replaced by a throbbing sensation that managed to radiate into every nook and cranny of your brain. Shutting your eyes again, you pressed your fingertips against your temples and tried to massage the pain away. The sensation went too deep for it to be effective, so instead you opened up your eyes and tried to get a better look at the room you were in.

Comparing it to a jail cell would've been dramatic. But it wasn't quite as nice as a hospital room. At least there was a real bathroom, not just a toilet tossed into a random corner. You were still completely walled off from everyone and everything else, though. The door was made of the same steel-like material that the other walls of your room were. Just like the waiting area, there wasn't much in your room other than your bed. There was a small shelf that had a couple books on it, but that was all.

Aside from the headache that was worse than any hangover you could remember, you felt physically fine. A little tired, a little sore from all the physical tests they'd had you do. But you didn’t feel any sort of way that would have you thinking they shot you up with something after you passed out. You wondered if that was on purpose. Or maybe you'd failed part of the test that you didn’t remember taking and now they put you here because they weren't going to release you.

All that and you still had no fucking clue what time it was. How long had you been unconscious? How many days had gone by throughout this whole mess?

No good was going to come from sitting and staring at the thin, scratchy blanket that was covering your legs. Forcing yourself to stand up, you started to pace around your room. You just wanted to know what time it was, what day it was. It was funny, really, because it wasn't as though you had anything pressing to return to. It was the principle of it, though. You wondered what other tests were going to come next. When were they going to start giving you whatever drugs they promised would make life seem more worth living?

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worksby-d · 2 days ago

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𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

Pairing: pornstar!Johnny Storm x pornstar!Reader

Summary: You and Johnny sit down to film on the same set you first filmed together on one year ago. You think back to why you only film with each other now. Read part one here 🫶

Warnings: AU, feeling jealousss, talking about p*rn, 18+

Word count: ~1,000

a/n: Nothing like a sequel three years later, am I right!!

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“Only friends?”

“Yes.” You shot a playful glare toward the camera. “Just friends.”

You and Johnny both look up from the tablet the crew gave you to watch and react to your pre-scene interviews from one year ago.

You’re on the same exact set, but this time you’re not answering questions separately. Johnny’s sat right beside you on the neatly-made bed, a hand resting subconsciously on your back. He knows this is your least favorite part of all of this.

Holding back laughter, you look at each other before looking back toward the camera and the same producer asking questions in front of you.

“I wasn’t lying!” You quickly defend yourself. “We really weren’t together then.”

“Okay, okay,” she laughs, looking down at her own screen for the next question. “We believe you. But you’re together now…” The way both of your smiles grow gives her your answer. “And you pretty much exclusively work with each other now, is that right?”

“Yeah, for the past four months or so,” Johnny answers.

“It seems like a lot of people in this industry don’t let relationships stop them from continuing their work as normal,” she says. “So how did you guys come to that decision for yourselves?”

Johnny’s quick to take this question too.

“Are you kidding? I couldn’t risk having her fall for someone else,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes at him. That’s not at all the reason. It had a lot more to do with some of your insecurities than anything else, but no one needs to know that, so you’re thankful he came up with that.

And luckily no one on a porn set cares to get any deeper, so they take the laugh and move on...

Faster than you do.

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You walked into the studio hand-in-hand with Johnny that day. It was your day off, you just tagged along as the supportive girlfriend.

He had done the same for you a few times before.

You always thought that if someone asked if you were the jealous type you would have laughed in their face. You couldn't be when this was both of your jobs. Hooking up with other people was just part of your normal.

But being there, watching Johnny with his scene partner that day, made you question that.

A queasy feeling settled in your stomach as the day went on. You watched him laugh with the girl between scenes, give her reassuring touches, and put on one of the best acts you've seen from him.

When you looked around, you could tell the crew was happy with what they were getting too.

You stood by yourself, watching through a monitor, nervously biting your nails without even noticing you were doing it.

The feeling inside you got worse when they were directed into the next position. Johnny’s hands gripped the girl’s hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed while he kneeled between her legs.

You were in her position just the night before.

You told yourself you didn't have to watch, it was enough that you were there. But you couldn't get yourself to look away.

When you finally did, you slipped out of the room to get some air.

You found an empty hallway. Your back slid against the wall until you were sitting on the floor, knees up to your chest, letting out a deep breath.

Footsteps eventually interrupted your pity party. You looked up quickly, and they weren't just any steps, they were Johnny’s.

“Hey,” he said softly. He was still shirtless like he was more concerned about finding you than getting his clothes back on. “There you are. I was looking for you.”

“Just needed a moment.” You hoped your smile looked convincing. “Long day in there.”

“Tell me about it,” he chuckled, taking a seat next to you. When you didn't laugh with him, he grew more concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you answered quickly, too quickly. “You were so great, by the way. Everyone loved you. I'm just tired.”

He waited a second to respond in case you wanted to tell him what was actually up. But nothing came.

“You seem to forget we were friends before you became my girlfriend,” he teased. “I can tell that's not all…”

Still nothing. You opened your mouth like you were going to divulge something, but nothing came out and you just looked away from him.

“You can tell me.” He grew more worried. “Was someone weird to you in there?”

“No,” you shot that down fast. “I promise it's not that.”

That didn't cure his frown, but he did feel a little relief. “Then what?”

“I don't want to be that girl.” Your voice was so quiet as you finally let yourself say it out loud.

“What girl?” He asked genuinely.

“The jealous one… The insecure one,” you scoffed, more so at yourself. “This is our job. I can't believe I'm letting it bother me. I know it’s all an act in there, but… I hated it.”

Without looking at him, you missed the sympathetic look he gave you before putting an arm around you to pull you closer.

You half expected him to try to lift the mood by making a quip about you being jealous – Something like, “Damn, didn't think I was that convincing today,” said with a wink – but that was furthest from his reaction.

“I felt that way too, you know…” He admitted it so quietly. “The last few times I watched you.”

That shocked you. “What?”

“But I didn't want to… I don't know, seem controlling, I guess,” he shrugged. “Or hold you back.”

You let out a sad-sounding laugh. You didn't know if he was being serious or just trying to make you feel better, but you didn't really care in that moment. “Then why are we doing this?”

“Maybe we shouldn't anymore,” he whispered.

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“All right—” A director’s voice brings you back to the present. “Are we ready to get started then?”

You glance beside you at your sweetheart of a boyfriend, catching the soft, loving look in his eyes that will soon turn much darker, but not until you say so.

“So ready,” you smile.

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factual-fantasy · 3 days ago

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26 asks! Thank you! :}}} 🪲

Oh absolutely I do. That's why I always ask before drawing anyone's OCs, or using/modifying their original meme templates, or anything of the sort. Friends and strangers alike.

And same goes for AU ideas. In the past I've seen a really cool idea for an AU and tracked down the OP and asked if I could incorporate their idea into my AU as well. I do my very best to do this for other artists because its what I wish people would do for me.👍👍

I have a master post for all my Octonauts artwork here. 👍

@ripchaos69

I'm really proud of/pleased with how this fairy piece came out! :DD

I also really like how this pixelated cat came out! :)

I was very pleased with how WALL-E cam out in this piece!

I also think this is one of the best drawings of Optimus I've ever done! :))

Even if I knew the answer, that's probably not something I should share online anyways is it?

@mothpendragon

I remember not liking him at all the first time I watched the show. But now watching it a second time years later, I think he's really not that bad. :0 In fact I don't know why I disliked him so much back then.

There are some parts about his character that annoy me. But most of that either is good character writing or isn't his fault. I don't like how immature he tends to be, but of course he's immature. He's still basically just a kid who hasn't experienced much of this war.

And when things get rough, he really straightens out and tries his best to be serious and obedient. Which is very nice to see.

Another thing that I don't like is how the phase shifter was kind'a overused. It became his signature weapon that he used to bail him out of everything. Smokescreen has demonstrated that he's actually pretty clever and slick, it would have been fun to see him trick or outsmart the cons more often instead of just using the phase shifter to save his aft every time. But again, this is not Smokescreens fault at all. Its the writers fault for making his use it so much.

And lastly, something that really made me like Smokescreen was the whole thing that happened with Optimus nearly dying. Smokescreen freaking out at the prospect of becoming a Prime felt really real. Instead of being honored and having and having an inflated ego like I thought he might for some reason- he was terrified.

And him panicking and using the forge to repair Optimus last second felt very real. I could really understand how Smokescreen must have felt, wanting to follow Optimus's orders and restore their home, but also being unable to bare the responsibility of being a Prime. Eventually dragging Optimus back to the land of the living and throwing away any hope of restoring the Omega lock.

If I was better at analyzing characters, I would have loved to draw a comic about what happens right after Optimus was repaired.

My first thought is Smokescreen feeling guilty and ashamed of having used the forge against Optimus's wishes. Would Smokescreen crumble? Fall to his knees, crying and apologizing? "I'm so sorry Optimus- I just couldn't do it-- I couldn't do it, I cant be a Prime- I couldn't-- w-we couldn't lose you.." Is that in character? Honestly I have no idea. 😔

I've thought about doing that for my lineless style, but I haven't gotten around to it.. 😓

If someone goes out of their way to comment on your post/in your ask box saying you're cringe for liking transformers, block the all the way to the sun and back.

What a jerk. I wouldn't be friends with anyone who goes around insulting/trying to upset people for no reason like that. Block them and don't accept/respond any phony apology they might throw your way. They knew they were being rude when they sent that message and deserve to be blocked.

Dude I would take that so fast. No one in my family would ever have to work or have debt ever again 😭

I figure if I ever feel like drawing/posting Octonauts art again, I would just put it behind a paywall on my Ko-fi. Which ngl I've thought about doing a lot recently with the new movie that came out.

But also- I would have no way of filtering out people for that private blog because how am I supposed to know who will and wont steal my artwork just by looking at their account? And when it did get stolen, I would have no way of knowing which follower did it-

I believe I've mentioned it before, but I didn't want to watch Rescue bots because its attached to Transformers: Prime <:/

Its supposed to be connected to Prime, but its rather baby-ified. The tone is much more light hearted, the plot of Rescue bots completely rewrites/contradicts the plot of Prime, Optimus comes back to life for no reason. Stuff like that.

Atm I'm only interested in Prime 😔

@kitkat1003

OUGUHHH SO REALLLLL 😭😭😭😭

REALLL I've only ever found ship fics😔😔😔 I'd love to see an aftermath fic with no romance involved.

@virtualworldfp5

That's a really cool idea! :D Great artwork too! :))

@badlyblurry

Man, if I had a nickel for every time Jeffery Combs played a character with some sort of scientist background and that had some form of contact with a green chemical compound that holds harmful properties to one body in a way, I'd have 3 nickels. Which isn't a lot but its weird that it happened 3 times. XD

@anonymous-red-shades

I'd definitely want to be something that can fly :00 But I don't think I'd wanna fly super fast because i wanna enjoy the scenery.. hmmm.. maybe a helicopter or a classic pontoon plane? :000

As for abilities... uhhhhhhh the only special abilities I know that transformers can have is the warping thing that Skywarp does. I don't know of any other powers <:0 Maybe an ability to change into more than one alt mode..? So I could be a submarine and go underwater? Or maybe the ability to breathe underwater or something? :00

(Referencing this post)

They're so unhinged I swear 😔

@chickenmilk120 (Referencing this post)

NOT YOU TOO-

@cherrycreamfairy

I couldn't find any websites that didn't make my anti virus tweak out <XD So the only villain I like from memory is Captain Gantu from Lilo and Stitch.

I still like it yeah :0 but I'm not really engaging in any Mandalorian media atm-

@minnesotamedic186

Okay the killing part aside a Plymouth Fury is an excellent choice of car ngl. Especially a fiery red 💅💅💅

@axolotlcookie0

The fact that it looks like Thomas's face has been bagged makes it even funnier XDDD

@wolfie-777

XD I actually think of that a lot yeah. I always tell myself "oooo I should draw that later" but I never do XD💀

@beryl-shade

Bibi would probably use it as intended. Sharpening and cleaning his claws💅💅

Meanwhile Cici would use it as a weapon to beat up Jangles and Gerald with XDD

What was his real name supposed to be in that continuity then? XD

@milk-powrit

References. Looooots and looooot of references.

Typically I use references of realistic skeletons. But if there's a part of the body that I just cant seem to draw right, then I look up drawings of skeletons to see how other artists drew that part. 👍

@beryl-shade

Oh no doubt they'll have an episode that takes place around the lake and the fair grounds(?) The theme park next to the main tent-

The fact that Caine mentioned their existence at all implies that an episode is going to take place there. At least for me-

#my response #transformers prime #tfp smokescreen #ngl I kind'a wanna draw that smokescreen thing now but I'm not at all confident that I'd keep him in character 😔#Or optimus for that matter-

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cccakessslicemeee · 2 days ago

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Spoilers!!!!!! For fantasy high !!!!!!!

Thinking about Riz and Kristen at the end of junior year past Kipperlily and the bullshit and everyone is chilling the fuck out.

Maybe they have a party. They call it a "party" but it's just a little get together and there's some alcohol sure but nothing too crazy. Riz is in his feelings and a lotta alcohol. He's drinking a lil stupid but hey he's earned it.

Kristen and Riz are on the roof looking at the stars. Kinda dumb considering Kristen's -4 dex but what's life without the risk? Anyway they are up there and it's kinda chilli. A soft breeze and Riz looks at Kristen but he can't ask the question.

She knows what he's looking for.

".....I can try-no I'd like to try. For you I'd try."

"It's been years..."

"yeah... I know it's been awhile. I can still try right? What's the worst that happens? Nothing happens"

"we don't have a body."

"it'll make things harder for sure....no bones? Nothing?"

"nothing....although....maybe we shouldn't? He's doing work up there. Or down there? Somewhere he's working on stuff."

"why not just ask him? You have that wrist thing right?"

"I don't have the coins for it."

"Fabian does. "

"...I don't want to bother him for stuff like that-"

"Hey can I be serious for a second? Like for five minutes I just wanna be real with you. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have been class president. We wouldn't have had a chance against Kipperlilly and her bullshit if you weren't painting the prettiest of pictures about me and my campaign. By rights you should have been class president you're so much smarter than I'll ever be. You believed in me when the teacher didn't and you helped me study on top of attending so much shit. I feel like you've done way more for me than whatever stupid amount of coins it is. We'll get the coins. Promise. And I *want* to try. Okay? It's the least I can do."

They pass out on the roof.

Kristen does want to try and bring Pok back to life but she doesn't want to get Riz's hopes up so she doesn't tell him about it. She does have the other bad kids with her. Fabian for coins and Fig for moral support.

The first attempt fails. Of course it does. Fig says something about "oh it's like a knock at the door from an uninvited guest right? He don't know us." Which kinda makes sense.

Kristen introduces herself. All the bad kids do, to Pok's grave. Her grandmaster plan is to try and bring him back to life in time for graduation but that only leaves so much time. They spend so much time on this, tweaking little things and studying up on how to do a true resurrection. Good news, Pok hasn't been dead for 200+ plus years and there doesn't seem to be any force controlling or hell bent on keeping his soul so it should work. Cassandra and Ankarna are absolutely willing and able to lend a hand.

Riz is invested in his clue board because he's got another case, something less intense than murder but he's shuffling pictures and yarn around while he tries to figure out who has the better motive to steal the deed to some outdated historical building in Bastion city. The door to the apartment jiggles but Riz doesn't pay it any mind. It's Fig or Kristen or maybe mom came home early. Anyway he's just hyper focused on his board, eager to solve this low stakes case.

Pok comes into the apartment. It's different and yet so familiar. It's nicer now than he remembers it and there are so many more pictures on the walls. He says something to Riz who probably responds with something dismissive but not super rude. He's busy with his work. Pok comes close enough to see how his son goes about putting the pieces together. Focused and entirely calculating.

"I don't suppose you'd like a hand?"

"I think....that I've got....this one almost figured out. Petty theft. Family heirloom."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. The family is insufferable."

"Oh? That's a shame. It's safe to assume then they are a wealthy lot?"

"Loaded....the guy here sells engagement rings-well all sorts of rings but he's known for engagement and wedding rings."

They chat loosely back and forth but it's Pok just asking questions about his son's current project until Riz realizes who he's been talking to. It's a little silly to see how long it takes Riz to pull himself away from his clue board but when he dies there's a moment of solid, unbreakable silence as he realizes his father is right there. Completely corporal. They embrace and they both go to tears. He's fucking here! And he's home!

Kristen did it!

#d20 fantasy high #riz gukgak #fantasy high #the bad kids #fig faeth #pok gukgak #kristen applebees #adine abernant #fabian seacaster #gorgug thistlespring

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daughterofheartshaven · 3 days ago

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So, The Story and the Engine. Here are my thoughts

Okay that's a great opening, and some real discussion about our first fully nonwhite main cast in the show's history. Love to see it.

I also love the emotional maturity shown by Belinda here. Like she wants to get home but also is okay with the Doctor having a moment of healing

The setting is so, so wonderful. The Doctor having a community here means so much to me. Like, this is not what my community looks like, but it is such an authentic community and that's beautiful.

The concept of something being powered by stories is also a really clever one, and I like how it is implemented here

The story about Belinda made me cry - like that was above and beyond for her, but also worth it. Also if we're gonna have a random Mrs Flood, I appreciate how they put her here as opposed to tacking her on at the end.

The imagery of the barbershop on the spider is so, so good. I really wish the spider hadn't been in the trailers; that would have been such a cool thing to be surprised by. Even so, it's another really powerful image.

I have no idea why Belinda sees Poppy from space babies (I didn't recognize her but I see that others worked this out), but I am... intrigued. Also why did her causing a mess not get followed up on? Feels like either a scene was cut or we're gonna circle back around to that

To me at least, the religious aspects of this story feel very ambiguous, and I like that. The Barber has been spreading stories, and he is going to kill those stories. The Doctor has been in places and had experiences that were meaningful because of those stories. Are the gods those stories are about real? They can be. They can not be. This isn't about the gods, it's about the stories. And I really like that - I would have been very frustrated if I felt like the episode came down hard in either direction.

relatedly, Abena is clearly something. But at the same time, she acts like a person. Not a god. I don't think she's a deluded human. Maybe she's a god. Maybe she's something else entirely. Like I said, ambiguity.

unrelatedly, but the existence of a Big Finish character called the Barber-Surgeon is really throwing me off as I type this.

Okay the Fugitive Doctor's cameo... like. fine. whatever. I don't like the character and her place in the lore, and I don't like her showing up here, but her appearance is basically inoffensive.

That being said, the Doctor remembering something Fugitive did doesn't make sense with what we know with the position the tv show has taken. I'll probably have my own take on that whole situation from the perspective of my headcanons later

Okay the story of people weaving maps into hair - that was so, so well done. I might have cried here too, I don't remember.

I loved the camerawork while Doc and Belinda were in the maze

The actual engine is... just wonderful to look at. Visually, this story is fascinating and I love it.

"I'm born. I die. I'm born." Damn, Gatwa is good at his job

I love that the past lives on the screens went out of order. And they started on what might be the most important moment in all of Doctor Who for me - that crucial moment in Tomb of the Cybermen that I understand the Doctor by - and I did start crying again.

Doctor Who often has the Doctor try to save the villain and fail, and it usually feels like it's just the writers trying to make the Doctor have the moral high ground cheaply. So to see him actually save the villain, and to talk about forgiveness with both him and the man who betrayed his trust, is such a powerful move.

For a story that doesn't really focus on her, Belinda has so much emotional maturity. She tries to help. She tries to de-escalate the situation. She gets out when it's time to get out. This story may be the one I return to understand Belinda in future - I really, really like her here.

And there are still consequences. Abena leaving the Barber behind. Just because he will try to be better doesn't change what he did.

The ending is very quiet and contemplative, and I like that.

The Robot Revolution is probably still my favorite episode with Gatwa, but The Story and the Engine is now, in my opinion, his best.

#doctor who #dw spoilers #doctor who spoilers

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lovelynim · 3 days ago

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Not a fight

Wind Breaker - Sakura & Umemiya

A/N: First out of three comms for @wertzunge! Thanks again for your support and patience, Max! And, of course, for the change of working with such a sweet prompt ~

Summary: Umemiya helps Sakura figure out what might not really be an actual problem, after all.

Word count: 1907 words

[Also on Ao3]

Sakura clenched his hands into tight, trembling fists. Stomping his feet on the ground, he walked up the stairs to the school’s rooftop. He gritted his teeth, biting down to stop something from escaping past his lips - something that he didn’t know exactly what it was. A curse? A complaint? A… cry?

He groaned, these feelings stirring up inside his stomach, making him feel like his heart had forgotten its pace. Sakura, after what felt like an endless climb, pushed the rooftop’s door open, letting it slam shut behind him once he walked past it.

Sigh.

Trying to bring some ease to his troubled mind, Sakura looked around and breathed in deeply, letting the fresh air feel his lungs before he exhaled, tiredly. Finally, he managed to recover some of his sense of self, thoughts beginning to form inside his once clouded, but not yet clear, mind.

What had he done?

Sakura filled his lungs with air, just as if he was about to scream them out of his chest, but stopped midway. His lips trembled, hesitating. Just like they hesitated minutes ago.

It wasn’t supposed to end like that, but it happened before he could take note of it. In a blink of an eye, what was a moment of playfulness and fun between classmates turned into tension, awkwardness. His own words were being replayed inside his head, the confusion in Suo and Nirei’s faces seemingly imprinted inside his eyes.

If only he could go back, apologize or, maybe, just laugh back at those dumb comments like a normal person, Sakura thought.

He dragged his body towards one of the benches, dropping himself on top of it as he let out another frustrated sigh. Just when he was learning to get comfortable around people, to get to call them his friends… Why did he have to mess it up? To stir trouble again?

Looking up to the sky, Sakura was about to allow himself to sink deep into these thoughts. Part of him hoped that if he waited for long enough, things would be back to normal when he walked down those stairs and faced his friends again. But… that was not how people acted after an argument, right?

However, just as Sakura was about to close his eyes, a loud - extremely loud - voice called out to him, working like an anchor pulling him back down to the “ground”. “Sakura? What’re you doing over here?”

“U-Umemi- ahem,” he coughed, almost choking with his own surprise. Shit. Sakura wiped the corner of his lips before looking back at the other guy. He came to the rooftop to be alone, to isolate himself and because he knew (or, hoped) that no one would be around there by that time of the day.

Well, he was wrong. Awfully so, because, of all the people that could be hanging by the rooftop by the time he was at the verge of having a breakdown, it had to be…

“W-what are you doing here?” He hissed, almost too defensively.

Umemiya chuckled, flashing Sakura with his signature, friendly bright smile. “I forgot to water the crops yesterday and it doesn’t seem like it will rain today… I was worried they would get thirsty.”

“...Tsk,” Sakura held back his words, knowing he would be able to argue against that. He looked down, his head between his hands. Well, maybe having someone else there wouldn’t make that much of a difference, after all. He could just ignore and-

“You didn’t answer me,” Umemiya continued, his back now turned to Sakura as he was crouching down before some of the crops, putting up his best efforts into watering them evenly. “You look like you have a lot on your mind. Would you like to share it?”

“It’s- it’s nothing,” Sakura sighed, staring at Umemiya’s figure while trying to figure that guy once.

“It doesn’t look like it’s nothing,” Umemiya replied softly, pushing himself back up on his feet before he turned around to Sakura, tilting his head, “it looks like big trouble, if you ask me.”

Damn it.

Sakura clenched his hands and felt his words die at the back of his throat when his eyes met Umemiya’s. If he wanted to make out of it unnoticed, he would need to come up with a descent, convincing lie - but how could he do it when his senior was seeing right through him?

He averted his gaze, his lips pressing into a thin line while Umemiya slowly walked towards him, closing the distance between them. Before Sakura could say something else, Umemiya was already sitting by his side, trying to get a look at his face again.

“Maybe I can help you. That’s what we are here for, right?”

“I… I think I messed up, just that,” Sakura mumbled, sheepishly.

“Messed up as in a fight?” Sakura didn’t say a word back, just slightly shook his head, hesitating as he didn’t know how much information would be a proper amount to share.

“As in… a different fight?” Sakura nodded. “A fight… with your friends? Like, in an argument?” He nodded again and Umemiya let out a quiet ‘oh’, setting his eyes back forward as now they both stared blankly at the rooftop’s floor.

The only thing keeping the two of them to be surrounded by silence was the sound of the crops’ leaves ruffling and the gentle wind blowing past them. Still, it took at least a couple moments before Umemiya hummed something, as if figuring out a puzzle.

“You know, we can perceive things differently when we look at it a second time,” Umemiya started, fiddling with his fingers as he tried to turn his track of thought into a proper explanation, “sometimes it’s not as bad as we think it is.”

“...how?” Sakura arched his eyebrow, confused.

“Well, it’s- hm,” he stopped again, letting out a soft chuckle, “alright, I think I know how to make you understand.”

Sakura tilted his head and was about to talk back at that when he felt Umemiya’s hand latching onto his side. Before he could do anything about it, those fingers dug it in once, twice and, just like that, giggles rushed past his words, making it out of his mouth first.

“W-whahat are you- wahait, that’s- that tihihickles, damn it!” Sakura growled between his restrained laughter, grabbing Umemiya’s hand and trying to pry it off his side. “U-Umehemiya, stohohp!”

“Come on, you’re barely trying,” Umemiya teased back, pushing Sakura’s hands out of his way and making way for his own, now tickling both of Sakura’s sides. The other guy laughed, curling his body forward in a vain attempt to escape the older one’s grip.

Still, Sakura couldn’t quite figure out why he was being tickled now, of all times. Truth to be told, he never really understood why this kind of thing would happen, but this certainly didn’t feel like the time to be tickled or to think of tickling someone.

Then why was Umemiya doing it?!

Sakura noticed how he was cornered against the fence that circled the rooftop’s edge, but didn’t figure out what he could do about it. He was now holding both Umemiya’s arms, trying to stop his hands from climbing up his torso as he laughed and kicked his feet like a dork.

“T-thahat’s not- ahAhah, stohohop it!” He growled, trying to sound at least a bit irritated at his senior, but not even a child would believe him at that moment.

Sakura felt his cheeks warming up more and more whenever he caught a glimpse of Umemiya’s playful, bright smile shining at him. Was he having fun? It sure did look like it - and that made Sakura even more annoyed.

He brought up one of his knees, trying to get some more space between him and Umemiya, but it was another fruitless try. “W-why ahahare you- ahaAha, tihihickling me?! I thohought you’d hehehelp!!”

“Oh?” Umemiya hummed, grabbing one of Sakura’s arms and pulling it up a bit just to tickle the newly exposed spot, “helping you? I thought we were having a fight!” Umemiya cooed, almost as if he was mocking the younger teen.

And if Sakura wasn’t too busy laughing his head off and worrying about calling someone else's attention, he would’ve cursed or snapped back at Umemiya right there and then. Still, when the other’s fingers spidered and prodded at his ribs, oh-so-dangerously close to his armpit, a loud and high pitched shriek escaped his lips. Umemiya laughed fondly, focusing his efforts on that sweet spot that seemed to keep Sakura on the edge.

“U-UmeHEhemiya!!” Sakura squirmed violently, his voice cracking as he laughed between his lines, “nahAHahat thehere!”

“You know you can’t talk like that in a fight, right, Sakura?”

“FihiHIhight my ahAHahass!” Sakura hissed, wishing he could pull his arm just a bit, just so he could smack the other in his face. “T-thihihis isn’t a fihihight!”

Umemiya smiled at those words. Then, just like it started, the tickling stopped. Once tensed up and pressed against the fence, Sakura’s body slumped down as he was released from Umemiya’s grip and spared from a continuation of the ticklish assault.

“You’re right, it was no fight,” Umemiya nodded, giving Sakura some space before sitting down by his side. He chuckled seeing how the other jumped in his seat, fearing that he would be tickled out of the sudden again. “I was just messing with you.”

“A-and what does it have to do with anything?!” Sakura hissed, waiting a few seconds to lower his guard again. He eyed Umemiya up and down, double checking if it was actually safe to rest. He sighed, “I don’t understand.”

“You do”, Umemiya corrected, a proud expression taking place in his face as he looked at the younger teen. “You said you had a fight with the boys in your class, right? Maybe it wasn’t really a fight.”

Sakura frowned a bit, cocking his head as he stared at Umemiya. He was confused, but curious at the same time.

“Well, just because something didn’t end like we wanted or we said something we shouldn’t, it doesn’t mean it’s over or that there is no way back. Sometimes, it’s not even as bad as we think it is to the other people,” he explained calmly, smiling as some memories came to his mind.

Umemiya placed a hand on Sakura’s shoulder, shaking it tenderly as he looked at the other. “I’m not really sure what happened, but I know that there is no way those guys would turn their back to you.”

Sakura widened his eyes slightly, realization striking him as he slowly nodded. He looked down again, taking in a moment to reflect upon those words.

“Now, I need to finish watering the plants,” Umemiya said, springing back up and stretching his arms above his head before walking up. “If you need, you can still hang around for a bit more.”

“No,” Sakura muttered, smiling softly, “I think I see it now. I should go now.”

“Mhm!” Umemiya nodded, content with the answer. “See you later then, Sakura.”

“Yes, see you later.”

Umemiya turned his back to Sakura, just hearing as the boy walked away. As the sound of the rooftop’s door closing reached him, Umemiya let out a soft chuckle. He looked up, thinking of Sakura and the other guys in the 1st year. “Good thing they are all getting along, after all.”

#wind breaker #wind breaker tickling #sakura haruka #umemiya hajime #sakura & umemiya #lee!sakura #ticklish!sakura #ler!umemiya #commission #nim's coffee shop #to: wertzunge

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acescorazon · 3 days ago

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Chapter: 25

Title: Here we go again...

Word Count: 4104

Warnings: Language, Dialogue heavy, Crocodile.

Chapter excerpt:

Crocodile presses his lips into a thin line after noticing Buggy’s reaction. “So, If I do take a break like the rest of the crew, are you going to stick by my side and keep me entertained?”

“What?”

“You heard me. If I take a break, are you going to keep me entertained? Is your ass going to explore the island with me and keep me company while we’re there? If not, then I might as well keep on working.”

“You want to actually spend the day with me?” Buggy asks, officially feeling dumbfounded as he stares back at Crocodile.

Crocodile reaches across the table and grabs Buggy by the chin. The action is quick, so quick that Buggy doesn’t even get a chance to react before Crocodile’s thumb and index finger are pinching his chin gently, “Who wouldn’t want to spend the day with a pretty boy like you?” He asks, and Buggy feels a weird mixture of anxiety, confusion, and some other third thing after hearing those words.

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Buggy sits at a small table situated against a window in Crocodile's room, unsure how he even ended up in this situation in the first place, which isn’t anything out of the ordinary for him. The weirdest things have been happening to him for a while now, and more often than not, he finds himself in positions he never thought he’d be in.

This is one of them: Here he is, sitting across the table from Crocodile and… Well, they’re not doing much, actually. They’re not laughing it up and conversing like good ol’ pals, not that Buggy thought that they would, but he did expect there to be something more than a staring contest between them going on.

The air in the room feels weighed down with tension and, other than some quiet breathing, only the faint sound of a clock ticking away in the background can be heard.

...Awkward…

On Buggy’s thigh sits the transponder snail he so bravely came to retrieve. Buggy’s usually fond of these little creatures and finds them rather adorable, but the one on his lap looks like Crocodile at the moment and even scowls up at him every now and again. It would be cute if Buggy didn’t see it as a personal attack, and like a snail of all things is trying to provoke him. Little fucker…He can’t help but think the next time it glares at him just like Crocodile would. He has to continuously remind himself that this is just a snail in his lap and that it is definitely not mocking him.

(...Is it?)

The minutes continue to tick by, and the room remains oddly quiet and filled with this weird tension between the two. Buggy doesn’t get what they’re doing here. Crocodile said he wanted to talk to him, but then he clammed up the moment Buggy came into his room and sat down. It seems like Crocodile (and the transponder snail) would much rather give him mean looks than converse with him.

Is he mad at Buggy? At that moment, Buggy tries to think of all he’s done in the last thirty seconds that might have offended Crocodile in some way, but then he realizes that he’s probably overreacting again. Crocodile just looks mean as hell and extremely angry (and so does the dumb snail right now.)

Feeling bored, Buggy glances around Crocodile’s room, but there’s nothing interesting about it – It’s more or less a slightly messier version of Buggy’s own captain quarters, with the only difference being some documents stacked on a nearby dresser, as well as several boxes containing even more papers piled up in the corner of the room.

Buggy briefly wonders if Crocodile is waiting for him to strike up a conversation with him, and if that’s the case, that won’t be happening any time soon. Buggy has no idea what to say, in fact, he doesn’t even know If there’s ever been a time when they sat down and chatted with each other like a pair of pals.

What do they talk about? Cross Guild? Their plans for Prickly Pear? Ancient weapons? Snore.

Again, how the hell did he end up in here? Why is he here? Can he go yet? He glances over at a clock on the wall and groans internally when he sees that he’s wasted a good ten or so minutes in Crocodile’s room doing absolutely nothing. This is weird even for Crocodile, right? Is he just going to stare at him all damn day?

Buggy shifts restlessly in his seat before glancing over at a small fruit cake that’s in the center of the table - It’s light brown, loaf-shaped and filled with colorful dried fruit and nuts, and for the most part looks rather moist and tasty. His eyes linger on it for perhaps a moment too long because Crocodile finally speaks up once he sees him eyeing it: “You can have it.”

“Oh, I’m not really hung—”

“Take it.”

Why does Buggy suddenly have a sense of deja vu? He’s not sure why Crocodile and Mihawk have been aggressively sharing food with him, but he won’t question it. It’s probably the least harmful thing they’ve ever done to Buggy now that he thinks about it.

Buggy ends up eating a small slice of the fruit cake offered to him; it’s a bit too sweet for his liking, but he still eats it regardless, all whilst Crocodile watches him eat it with a sharp and focused glare on his face. “Do you like it?” he asks, and Buggy gives a simple nod in response, not wanting to talk with his mouthful (for once) “Good. I’ll pick you up about a dozen or so.” A dozen? Buggy thinks, and almost chokes on the cake in his mouth. Isn’t that a little extreme?

Buggy swallows down the rest of his cake before he responds, “Uh, I don’t really need that many, but thank you.”

“It’s fine, it’s not like I don’t have the money for it.”

That isn’t the problem! The problem is that Buggy doesn’t need that many cakes! How is he even supposed to eat them all by himself before they go bad?! He chuckles sheepishly, “You really don’t have to do that,” He insists, “It would be kind of wasteful, really.” He pauses and thinks for another second, “Well, I mean, I could always share them with the crew.”

He adds after giving the idea some more thought.

Crocodile scoffs, “No, if I’m buying something for you, I expect it to be specifically for you, not for your men.” While Buggy sees where Crocodile is coming from, they’re talking about a dozen cakes, here! Surely that kind of gift is meant to be shared with others. “If you want me to buy your men some, though, I guess I could do that.”

Oh, it’s pointless to argue with this man. Buggy heaves an exasperated sigh, “Yeah, that’s fine. That’s fine.” He replies, waving his hand, “But you do realize that you don’t have to keep buying me gifts, right? I’ve already forgiven you. I’ve told you this, like, a hundred times now, man. We’re good.” Well, as ‘good’ as they can be.

Crocodile stares at Buggy wordlessly, “I know.” He simply responds. Okay, well, if they’re on the same page, then why is he still trying to give Buggy all these gifts? Is this still some weird guilt related thing or something? “But I want to give you nice things.” He pauses, “Plus, It ain’t that big of a deal, anyways. I planned on getting the fat kitty back on the island some things while we were on our little detour.”

The fat kitty? Those words almost sound hilarious coming out of Crocodile’s mouth, and Buggy would laugh if he weren’t afraid it’d get him punched. So Crocodile still hasn’t given up trying to befriend Richie, huh? “You really want to be his friend, don’t you?” He asks, resting his chin in his palm as he speaks.

Once they start talking about something Buggy cares about, he relaxes just a little bit, and his voice takes on a softer tone. There’s a hint of affection behind his words, but it’s for Richie. God knows Buggy adores that cat.

“Mm,” Crocodile confirms with a quick grunt, “You have to tell me what he likes, though, so I know what to buy.”

What doesn’t that fat ass lion like? Buggy thinks with a small, affectionate scoff, “Just get him some meat,” he tells Crocodile, “That ought to do the trick.” That is, if Richie manages to stop being utterly terrified of Crocodile, of course.

Crocodile exhales a cloud of smoke before he puts his cigar out in a nearby ashtray, “Fine, I’ll get him the best damn meat money can buy then,” He replies. Oh, why couldn’t Buggy have been born a lion instead of a man? “While I’m out, I’ll see if I can find an exotic pet breeder, or two.” He mentions, “It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to keep any animals, and I feel rather lonely without one by my side.”

Crocodile being lonely? How is that even possible?! He hates everyone! Well, everyone other than Richie, but he doesn’t really count since he’s a lion. “Oh….” Buggy nods, “Oh, well, what kind of pet were you looking to buy?”

“Crocodiles.”

Crocodiles. Really…? He wants a crocodile for a pet? Buggy’s mind struggles for a moment as he tries to process the reply that just came out of Crocodile’s mouth. He glances over at him and takes in his expression. He’s… He’s serious, isn’t he…?

“... Is that so…?” Buggy asks.

“Yeah.”

Crocodiles, huh?

Buggy feels like his life is one big fever dream. He shouldn’t be as surprised as he is, though. Nothing about Crocodile is even remotely normal. Sure, Buggy and his crew keep a lion on the island, but… But it’s different. Richie is like a member of the family, and he’s practically a giant kitten who, on most occasions, wouldn’t hurt a fly! Crocodiles, on the other hand, are… Oof. “Do you really think we have enough room on the island for a crocodile?”

“We have enough room for about fifteen or sixteen.”

Fifteen or sixteen?! That has to sound unreasonable even to Crocodile! “What are you even going to do with fifteen or sixteen crocodiles?!” Buggy asks, but he probably should have known the answer to that stupid question by now.

“Keep them as pets. That’s why I wanted an enclosure with a pond built near my tent.”

“...Right.”

The thought of one crocodile is already horrifying enough, but fifteen or sixteen? What happens if one of them breaks free from their enclosure and terrorizes the island? What if one tries to eat poor Buggy? Oh, wouldn’t that just be Buggy’s luck?

It would be! He can see the news headlines: “Emperor of the sea torn apart in a vicious crocodile attack that injures seven others!”

Crocodile pulls Buggy out of his panicked thoughts just before he can start imagining various different crocodile-related deaths, and for that Buggy is grateful, “I don’t know much about the island we’re going to. I think it’s called Needle Palm Island or some shit. It’s a shame it doesn’t have a dryer climate, though.” He mentions, and all Buggy can think is, Yeah, like you need to be somewhere where you’re practically invincible… Then again, he thinks that whenever Crocodile mentions going to the desert, though. He can’t help it, he just finds the thought of Crocodile being even stronger than he is now terrifying. “It might be the perfect chance to make connections, though. Maybe we can find a few more weapon dealers, or even recruits if we’re lucky.”

It’s always all work and no play for this guy. Buggy thought they were making this detour so they could rest up a little, not so they could continue to plan for their stupid trip to Prickly Pear or just work in general. How incredibly boring and predictable. Buggy exhales a rather loud sigh on accident, and it seems to catch Crocodile’s attention:

“Okay, fine.” Crocodile suddenly says after he clicks his tongue, “You and the men can rest. I’ll just keep on working while you and the others enjoy your little break.”

“Don’t you know how to have a little fun, Crocodile?” Buggy finds himself asking.

“I ain’t got time for fun.”

Wow, Buggy never expected Crocodile to say something like that. He shakes his head, “I’m not trying to tell you what to do, but, come on. We already said we were going to stop for a break, so why not enjoy our time off? Why don’t you actually relax for the day and see what the island has to offer instead of holing yourself up in some dark room the entire time?”

Crocodile huffs, “Because I would rather do something more productive with my time.” he replies.

“Oh, come on,” Buggy replies, “I’m sure you need a break more than any of us. You’re all work and no play, why don’t you go and enjoy yourself for a couple of days like the rest of us?” Why do I even care what he does? Buggy suddenly finds himself wondering as he looks over at Crocodile again. If he wants to work himself to death, then that really isn’t Buggy’s problem, is it?

“There’s no time for that shit.” Crocodile claims, and that’s the exact moment when Buggy stops listening, arguing, and caring. A sigh falls from his lips when he thinks about just how boring, uptight, and stubborn Crocodile can be. He can’t even take a couple of days off just to rest and recuperate?

Whatever, if that’s what he wants...

Crocodile presses his lips into a thin line after noticing Buggy’s reaction. “So, If i do take a break like the rest of the crew, are you going to stick by my side and keep me entertained?”

“What?”

“You want to actually spend the day with me?” Buggy asks, officially feeling dumbfounded as he stares back at Crocodile.

Crocodile reaches across the table and grabs Buggy by the chin. The action is quick, so quick that Buggy doesn’t even get a chance to react before Crocodile’s thumb and pointer finger are pinching his chin gently, “Who wouldn’t want to spend the day with a pretty boy like you?” He asks, and Buggy feels a weird mixture of anxiety, confusion, and some other third thing after hearing those words.

Buggy’s heart is pounding in his chest as he jerks back, trying to put as much space between him and Crocodile as possible while still seated. “What the fuck?” the question is out of Buggy’s mouth before he even realizes it. He holds onto the transponder snail in his lap, making sure he doesn’t drop the poor creature during his moment of panic and confusion.

Crocodile furrows his brow, his expression becoming icy as he narrows his eyes at Buggy, “What the hell are you jumping like that for?” What does he mean?! Why wouldn’t Buggy jump after he just touched him like that?! “You know damn well that I ain’t going to hurt you.”

Does he?!

Buggy straightens up in his chair, trying to calm down a little. Oddly enough, he’s not scared, just really startled by all of this. He wasn’t expecting Crocodile to just… do that. “I wasn’t expecting you to touch me like that,” He says after a long pause. “It’s weird… What the hell were you even thinking?” He asks, “It’s not even just the fact that you touched my face, you also said…” God, does he even want to repeat those words? No. “You were also saying some weird shit, too.”

Buggy didn’t think it was possible for Crocodile to look even meaner than he already did, but he was wrong. Crocodile looks damn near offended by Buggy’s question, like he just said something downright insulting. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” He asks in return, “Don’t act like you have no idea what’s going on.”

Motherfucker, I don’t know what’s going on! Buggy thinks as his eyes widen. “Trust me, I’m not acting clueless, I really am.” He replies through gritted teeth, “I genuinely don’t know what kind of shit you’re trying to pull here!”

Crocodile laughs, the sound is loud, cold, and obnoxious. “Really?” He asks, “You really don’t know what’s going on? C’mon, stop fucking with me, clown. You aren’t stupid.”

“I have no clue what you’re doing or even talking about, asshole!” Buggy blurts without meaning to. Ah, fuck. Him and his stupid fucking mouth are going to get him in trouble again, aren’t they?

There’s a long moment of silence before Crocodile laughs again, and this time the sound is a little more rough. He shakes his head, “Okay, since you don’t get it, I’ll just say it loud and clear.” He looks Buggy dead in the eye and doesn’t even flinch as he says: “I’m flirting with you, dipshit.”

What the actual fuck??! Buggy remains quiet and he can’t control the look on his face right now. He imagines his features have hardened and that he’s glaring at Crocodile like he’s lost his goddamn mind, but he isn’t sure. One thing is for sure, though: He absolutely wants to rip into Crocodile after he said that. “What do you mean you were ‘flirting’ with me?” He asks, and it’s at this point where he feels so… angry and confused that he can’t even think about his own self-perseverance or the fact that he and Crocodile are supposed to be friendly with one another.

Crocodile opens his mouth to say something before he closes it a second later. “Alright, alright.” He finally says after doing a little bit of thinking while Buggy glares at him, “Let me try this again.” He mutters, “And quit glaring at me like that, will you?”

Buggy tries to relax his face a little bit, but it seems stuck in place right now. He just can’t believe that Crocodile would say some shit like he’s trying to flirt with Buggy after all that he’s done to him!

Crocodile waits a moment for Buggy to relax, but when it becomes clear that that’s not going to happen, he sighs and lights another cigar. “Alright, look.” He says slowly, “After our little fight back at the island, I gained a lot of respect for you. You know that, I told you that…” He pauses, looking over Buggy’s tense expression again before continuing, “I’m shit at expressing my feelings, but that respect I felt for you started to turn into something like fondness or some shit. I don’t know, okay?”

What is he even saying right now, Buggy thinks as he grips his thigh tightly, still listening to Crocodile speak when he knows that he should get up right now and leave the room without giving it a second thought.

“Then you saved me the other night,” Crocodile adds, “Or tried to. Your intentions are all that really mattered to me, and I started thinking.” God, he can’t be for real right now, Buggy thinks as his gut fills with anxiety. This is another cruel joke the universe is pulling on him, right? It has to be. “You almost died trying to save me, and that takes a lot of guts. A lot of fucking guts and kindness considering all the shit I’ve done to you.”

Before Crocodile can continue, Buggy interrupts him, “Don’t.” He replies, “Just, stop right there, okay? I really don’t want to hear i–”

Crocodile cuts Buggy off this time, “Just fuckin’ listen to me, okay?!” He orders, “At least let me say what I have to say.” Why should he? Why should Buggy give him a moment more of his time?! He doesn’t owe Crocodile a damn thing! “It took me some time, but I finally realized what kind of man you are.”

And what kind of man is Buggy? Wasn’t he a weak, spineless coward a few months ago? Wasn’t he a good for nothing who didn’t deserve the power and fame that came with his new emperor of the sea status? Just what kind of man if Buggy, huh?

“Quit giving me that look, clown.” Crocodile orders with a frown before he continues speaking, even though Buggy refuses to smile and act like everything is okay, “You may be a stubborn pain in the ass sometimes, but…” He groans, “Look, you’re also brave, caring, loyal, and pretty damn selfless if you ask me, and I respect you for all that you’ve done recently and for putting up with my shit and even having the heart to forgive me. I don’t usually like my men too emotional and overly sentimental, but…” he looks over Buggy quickly, openly checking him out, “I like that quality in you. You’ve got a warm, nurturing side to you, that I’m starting to like.”

Okay, that’s enough. Buggy really can’t do this anymore. He can’t sit here and listen to the same man who treated him so poorly suddenly praise him. Mihawk was one thing, but Crocodile? Come on. There’s no way this is happening for a second time, right? He isn’t being confessed to right now, right? Right?

“Crocodile, stop. Just stop with this bullshit,” Buggy says as he stands up from his seat - he just barely remembers to hold onto that transponder snail in the heat of the moment and holds it close to his chest. “I don’t want to hear it. Look, I forgave you for the sake of Cross Guild, but now you’re-–”

“I’m not finished.” Crocodile states, standing up as well, “Don’t try and argue with me or run off, alright? Let me finish, i’m almost done.”

No, Buggy doesn’t want to hear anymore. He doesn’t want to hear him say…

“I want you, alright?”

That. Buggy didn’t want to hear Crocodile actually confess to him. He didn’t think it was possible for Crocodile to look at Buggy and feel anything other than mild annoyance, but now he’s saying he likes him? What a joke. “You don’t get to say that,” Buggy snaps, his voice rising, “After all you’ve done, you don’t get to say you have feelings for me and that you want me!”

“But I do!”

“You don’t get that privilege!” Buggy retorts, “You made my life a living hell and have never once shown any genuine remorse! You don’t get to turn around and say you like me after all you’ve done, you dick!”

“I know. I’m fuckin sorry, okay?!” Crocodile asks, and now his voice is starting to rise too as things begin to get heated, “I know I fucked up, okay? But I thought we moved on from this bullshit.”

“Yeah, I’ve moved on, but I haven’t forgotten! I’ll never forget the way you and Mihawk made me feel.” Buggy says, taking a few steps back, “If you think that I’m just going to stand here and let you sprout some nonsense about liking me, you’re wrong!”

“Why does Hawkeye get to do it, but not me, then?!” Crocodile suddenly asks, throwing Buggy completely off balance. It makes him let out a nervous laugh before he responds, “What are you even talking about right now?” Buggy asks, his voice growing small.

“Seriously?” Crocodile sneers, “You think I don’t know what’s going on between you and Hawkeye? You think that he doesn’t tell me everything?” That’s…that’s a lot for Buggy to take in right now. “Why does Hawkeye get to confess? Why does he get to chase after you, but not me, huh? Aren’t we the same?” He pauses, “Why do you think Hawkeye can change but not me? Do you seriously think i’m that much of a stubborn asshole?”

“I…”

“You don’t think I can show you a different side of me? You don’t think I can be kind and loving like he can? How is that fuckin’ fair? You haven’t even given me a goddamn chance and it pisses me off. You just instantly shut me down, an–” Crocodile suddenly stops himself, “Fine. I understand how you feel,” He suddenly says, changing his tone completely, “I fucked up big time, and I understand that I don’t deserve to have you reciprocate my feelings, but it hurts to see you give Hawkeye a chance but not me. I know it I don’t deserve shit from you, but it still hurts.”

…It hurts…?

“Hurts?!” Buggy repeats, his voice cracking slightly, “You know what hurt? Having you humiliate and degrade me, having you smack me around like a gnat.” It’s at this point that his vision starts to blur and he has to fight back the urge to just breakdown again. “Don’t tell me something hurts when you don’t know the first thing about pain, asshole!”

“Yeah.” Crocodile nods after he exhales loudly through his nose, “You’re right,” he replies in a softer voice, sounding slightly… defeated? “I don’t know what that kind of pain feels like, but I’m dying for you to give me one single chance to prove myself, and to prove that I can be different.”

“And why the hell would I do that?!”

“Buggy, please, I’m fuckin begging you to give me one chance. I just want the same chance that you’re giving Hawkeye. Please, I promise that I won’t fuck up again.”

A/N: *Whispers* He will fuck up again. <3

#cross guild #changes #my writing #i thought about having them kiss and bite like rabid dogs but didnt #i guess that would cause more problems in the long run but i thought about letting the dark impulses win #Gonna cross post this to ao3 early as a way of saying thank you for 20k+ views

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