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[cherryflickswrites]

Why on Earth didn't Harry take the 'i open at the close' snitch to the Weasley twins? Like, let's be real; with the combined effort of the Marauders and the Weasley twins they would have cracked that riddle in a little under ten minutes. And then Harry wouldn't have been stuck carrying it around and wondering for the whole book.

[birb--birb]

18 for whoever you wish!! (or all three...?)

18: Which one of their insecurities would be the easiest to take advantage of?

Narra wants people to take her seriously and respect her. This leads to her doubling down on bad choices that she knows are bad, but she's afraid she'd look weak if she retracts it or admits fault. It's a combo of her stubbornness and anger that can get really toxic at times, and she knows it's not the best way to handle things but doesn't know how to respond any differently and admit fault gracefully. I think her first year with Varric and Harding allows her some space for reflection, and Varric doing "Varric life lessons" helps teach her how to handle it better. Solas is still able to rile her up very easily and it does not bode well for her.....

Osirus is insecure about his intelligence, he hated being in school, hated the lessons he was forced to sit through. He was fine with words but numbers did not make sense (osirus 🤝 me = made to think we're dumb bc bad at math). He'd escape lessons anytime he could, and feels like he learned most of what he needed in practice/on jobs, but occasionally gets a tinge self concious when listening to Neve, Bellara, or Emmrich work through problems out loud. I think he and Bellara think in similar ways, so I feel like as they become friends he might confide in her that he admires how smart she is and there could be some really healing and lovely convos there. And Taash feels like another friend that will lovingly beat the "just bc you're not book smart doesn't mean you aren't smart" lesson into them. Idk I just feel like that's a similar thing they went though as a kid too but had the LoF crew to support them when their mom was being hard on them.

Savrin's answer is easy, if someone was able to pry off the mask they'd see a scared emotional kid who doesn't have the ability to be kind to himself. His lack of self worth is a large part of his character, and while he's really good at hiding it, a well-placed snide comment or insult about his lack of confidence or how hes a shit leader could leave him spiraling. If he shows "weakness" (aka be open and vulnerable about how hes feeling with someone) then they could use that to take advantage of him, and hurt him again and that's too much of a risk. So calling him on his bullshit "fake it till you make it" style of leading is a good way to make him stumble. Luckily any of Solas's snide comments were never as loud or as mean as the ones in his own head so he was unfazed by them : )

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@spiritsong thank you for the question!! This one really helped me nail down some of Narra's personality, like I knew she was the character I wanted to explore anger with so actually having an understanding of why it's her defense mechanism makes me understand her much more💕

[hibernia-1]

Well yes.

“I can fix him” I couldn’t fix him and I don’t want to. I think he grew prone to biting and scratching in order to get by in a harsh world, and to me his resilience is part of what makes him so beautifully himself. I could be kind to him, though. I could show him gentleness. I could, slowly but surely, in the same way one earns the trust of a skittish stray cat, convince him that my touch will never come accompanied by pain. That, around me, he can allow himself to be soft. To relax. I could be the one he associates with warmth and safety, the one he longs to be held by after a hard day. I could be his home.

[hibernia-1]

[jellykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Entry : 064 -Drabbles: Birthday! Boy! Sung Jinwoo x Fem! Reader ◛⑅·˚ ♡ ˎˊ˗

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠 ˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

╰┈➤ ❝ [ Strawberry Kisses ] ¡! ❞

"Sarang, you didn't have to" Jinwoo smiles as he sees the cake prepared for him.

A typical strawberry cake with jam in the middle of it instead if a typical written "Happy Birthday".

"So this is why my sons were uncooperative in letting me see what you have been up to for the last few hours" He then affectionately pinches your cheek "You didn't have to"

"Don't be such a mood killer" You giggle, kissing his cheek affectionately. "It's your special day, why wouldn't it we celebrate it?"

Because I spent at least a hundred years not celebrating it before he regressed to meet you again.

Of course, he would never say that part out loud. He would never want to upset you.

Instead, he reaches his hand out and brushes your hair away from that pretty face he engraved into his brain.

"Come on, make a wish! Beru helped me in picking out this cake!" You say, urging him to come after putting the candle in and lighting it up.

"Yes, I worked hard my liege—" Beru's little head appeared over on your shoulder but Jinwoo immediately flicked him away.

"This is my moment so shoo" He simply puts him in the land of repose(yes, it's timeout if you are asking)

"I thought you said your shadows are your kids? Why are you so mean?"

"Dad wants time with mom"

"Hahah"

That sweet laughter of yours.

That was the sound the echoed in his mind over the years of his fight against the monarchs and gods.

And as you start singing happy birthday to him in that imperfectly perfect voice of yours— He cant help but feel more in love that what he already is.

He wanted to cherish this moment, embed it into his memory and heart so that it may never become just a fleeting moment.

"Make a wish!" You cheer, pushing the cake gently to him.

Jinwoo shakes his head and leans down to blow out the candles.

". . . ."

He then feels something wet on his cheek when you poked him and reached to inspect.

"Why you little..." Jinwoo chuckles as he sees the icing on his fingertip, "Come here!"

And thus, he started chasing you around the apartment. He eventually caught you of course, who do you think he is?

"Did Jinah teach you to be this mischievous?" He rubs his cake-stained cheek against yours. "Mn.. My cutie is being a troublemaker."

"Ack, no, I'm sorry!" You burst into giggles as your feel his hands tickling your sides.

"Heh..." He simply smiles.

Can't he just stay here for a little while longer? Bask in this simple moment? Celebrating birthdays, sharing hugs, sharing laughter, sharing affection kisses.

Can't he stay here for just a little bit longer?

"So what did you wish for?" You ask when he finally stopped playing around.

"I wished that everyday I get to see you smile" He presses your foreheads together. "That we can be this happy everyday."

꒰ 🪼 A/N: I'll be going on a semi-hiatus until the end of april or may sjdjshs. I dont really post that frequently but I'll still be here dw. I just need to catch up with my schoolworks. I have ten units i need to finish by may 30 so I hope you all understand. I still have a line of fics on wip and about to be made so I wont just drop off dead xD ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[7s3ven]

Hear me out guys… retired soldiers now bodyguards! task force 141 x spoiled heiress! reader

( just an idea )

You’re like, a nutcase. Your father adores you but sometimes you can go out of control. Like for instance, the time you jumped off a cliff into the ocean below to impress a boy.

Yeah, your father wasn’t very impressed with your behaviour.

On top of your recklessness, your father has enemies who always seem to target you. You’re his obvious weakness and he can’t spend another moment of anxiously wondering if you’re okay while he’s working.

So, he hires the best bodyguards he can find. And they turn out to be retired soldiers from an elite unit known as Task Force 141. Perfect.

You don’t take kindly to being continuously followed by four large men who don’t even try to be subtle. It’s not like taking care of you is easy either. You’re a troublemaker, you always have been since your mother left you for another family (your reckless tendencies tend to stem from the fact that you’re causing trouble to get her to notice you again).

Task Force 141 has had enough when you attempt to sneak out of the house to a party on a Friday night. But it seems apart from shopping and acting like a brat, you aren’t good at anything else.

They hear a crash and someone swearing loudly before you roll off the roof, landing in the bushes right outside the window where the four men have a perfect view of you. They were watching a football came until you interrupted.

Jonny bursts into laughter, slapping Gaz out of amusement, while Price fetches you and forces you back inside.

“You know, your house has a back door for a reason.” Simon utters as he cleans your scratches but there’s a mocking indication to his tone.

“Yeah but like, going out the window felt more cool.” You argue back, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Was it cool when you face planted into the ground?”

You can only pout in annoyance.

From then on, they don’t leave you alone, especially not on Friday nights. You have to deal with being squished between Price and Simon as they watch a boring documentary on… fish? Jonny definitely chose that one.

But hey, you aren’t exactly complaining. Being stuck between the two men means being able to feel their muscles and smell their strong cologne. You tolerate the four men more after they cleaned your scratches from landing in a bush and carried you to your bed.

And so what if you catch feelings? Anybody else in your position would have done the same.

“We can’t date ya, lovie. We’re too old and we work for your dad.”

Do you care? Not really.

“My dad literally hired you because I was a troublemaker. Ya think I give a shit? ‘Sides, the older the better.”

Jonny jabs a thumb in Price’s direction, “Even the captain? You should’ve seen ‘im in his prime. Way better looking.” He hands you a picture that he just happens to have of Price.

You glance at it then lift your head to look at Price. Your lips curve into a teasing smile. “Yeah, you’re right. What happened, Captain?” You joke.

INCORRECT QUOTES FOR THE LAUGHS:

Kidnapper, negotiating with TF 141: We have the annoying heiress. Give us ten thousand dollars and they will be returned to you unharmed

Y/N: Whoa, whoa, wait, you think I’m only worth ten thousand dollars. MAKE IT ONE MILLION–

Price: Y/N, STOP

Simon: Can I be frank with you guys?

Jonny: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Gaz: Can I still be Gaz?

Y/N: Shh, let Frank speak.

Gaz: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Simon: *turning to Y/N* How tall are you?

Price: Where's Simon, Gaz, and Y/N?

Jonny: They're playing hide and seek.

Price: Where?

Jonny: I don't think you get how this game works.

Y/N: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Simon: Several traffic violations.

Gaz: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Jonny: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Price: Also, that’s not our car.

[turtleshelf]

I need more fics about the batkids school lives and from the perspective of their teachers and I need them now. Fuck it, put some of them on IEPs, I think that shit would be so good.

Give me Damian where when putting him in school, Dick and Babs have to fudge some (not completely inaccurate) diagnosis' to get him put on an IEP and in the behavior classroom so he can have social skills education literally built into his day. So that he has a small classroom setting of other kids with their own problems so he doesn't feel so singled out by his own like he would in gen ed classes. Him slowly integrating into not just American society but also into interacting with kids his own age with the safety net of the behavior classroom and teachers that are literally designed and trained for kids who lose their composure and lash out to fall back on. He's disliked or written off by most teachers as a behavior case, but there's are a few who hold a soft spot for him, he likes to gift them art.

Give me Jason on an IEP because of how much school he missed when he was homeless, being given the tools and resources to catch back up to where he should be. Show him being quiet and keeping his head down trying to catch up. The first time he gets in a fight he was defending a younger student, he cries in the office afterwards, and privately none of the staff can really blame him even if they do have to follow through with a consequence for the fight. Show him reserved and jumpy when health class moves into their unit about drugs, he comes in with Bruce the next day to talk to the principal and is excused to the office with a alternative assignments until they move onto their next unit. Teachers tend to like him, and they're always a little surprise when he gets into fights.

Give me Dick in an ELL (English Learn Language, program for students learning English) program that allows him to slow down and get a grip on the basics of the English language. Give him accommodations that translate his assignments into a language he already knows, so he doesn't have to spend hours attempting to translate his homework and then translate his answers. Show him being reserved at first, then popular and smiley and kind until something ignites his short fuse. Show his growth of the short fuse getting longer as he gets better control of his emotions and learns time and place. Teachers don't know what to make of him, sometimes it's like he's a completely different person day to day. He's got this little troublemaker smile that tilts dangerously on his lips before a fight, his teachers think he's either going to run the world or destroy it one day.

Give me Steph whose school has to go on lock out because her father who doesn't have custody shows up and attempts to check her out for the day. Give her fidget toys and break passes. Show her spitefully doing assignments for teachers that don't like her so well that they have to give her an A: "Oh you think The Great Gatsby is the best book ever written? Here's my essay on why it's the worst book ever written and should stop being taught in schools." The arguments are sound, her writing is flawless, her sources are bulletproof. Most teachers don't have much of an opinion on her, she just another popular girl to them, but there are a few that are with her during the father debacle, who saw are angry and sad and scared, who hold a soft spot for her.

Give me Tim who keeps his head down and turns his work in late on crumpled and stained papers, but it's all flawless work. He shows up after three days absent with deep circles under his eyes and a shallow smile and explanations for his absence that are just sound enough that they can't poke any real holes in them, even if most don't believe him. He's friends with the rowdy, popular kids but he's always careful to keep just to the sidelines of their trouble so he never gets taken down with them in consequences. His teachers whisper about the disorganized genius who they hope gets himself together, because he could do great things.

Give me Duke who's snarky and quick thinking, but comes in some days quiet and with a far away look on his face. His best grades are in PE and it drives his teachers crazy because he's smart enough to honor roll if he ever put the effort into his work, it just doesn't seem to interest him. Give him accommodations that he can't be cold called on in class and never has to present presentations because he doesn't do well being the center of attention. He's always fidgeting and looking at the clock like he has somewhere better to be, he disappears to the library every lunch.

Give me Cass, who nobody can seem to really pin down. She's so startlingly unobtrusive that her teachers often forget she's there until she's standing right infront of their faces. She doesn't talk and from her writing it's clear that she's not familiar with English even if she can get by. The first time anyone hears her voice, Bruce picked her up from school early and she bounces over to him calling "Dad" before giving him a hug, the office staff feel a ripple of shock travel through them as they realize that it's not that she can't talk it's that she doesn't. She gets pulled out of classes for ASL tutoring, but not speech therapy which causes a few raised eyebrows after the revelation that she is capable of speaking. She looks at people with this intensity that makes them feel like she's looking straight through them and most teachers won't admit it, but it freaks them out.

Give me batkids with preferential seating accommodations so they never have to sit somewhere they feel exposed and unsafe. Give them early transition accommodations so they're not caught in the crowded halls during passing periods. Give them phone accommodations, so they always have a direct line to Bruce/Alfred/their siblings. Give them extended test taking accommodations, because once you've literally defused a bomb or raced across the city to stop a murderous meglomaniac doing things on a time constraint is just, not good.

For angst, give them teachers/subs who "don't believe in accommodations" and put end up putting the batkids in bad situations. Give them panic attacks when their accommodations are violated.

Give me teachers gossiping about the batkids and their odd quirks in the office or during their planning period. Give me first year teachers who flounder trying to figure those kids out and veteran teachers to just can't make heads or tails of them. Teachers marveling about how they can all be so alike while sharing absolutely no DNA. It becomes common knowledge that Bruce Wayne is a little less "Brucie" than he'd like the media to believe, but hell that's his business, and he seems to be doing alright by his kids. Give me haggard parents Bruce and Dick getting called to speak with the principal, or in IEP meetings, or at parent-teacher conferences.

Idk I just feel like this is a really untapped market we could be writing for here and I love outsider pov fics so much.

[guilty-pleasures21]

an idea just comes to me how about jason and reader are joyriding the batmobile when patrolling then one of them suggests a “detour”. Long story shortttttt you know how the batmobile always has a tracker and bruce finds out about them and what theyre doin, ends up bruce asked them to go back to batcave through comms and lecturing them or or or whatever suitable for them

Hmm, this turned out really short 😬. I hope it's okay, though! I did still work hard on it 😅.

The detour

Warnings: suggestive acts (male x female).

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     Jason keeps a loose grip on the wheel as the two of you sit in an isolated alleyway in the Batmobile. You’d been patrolling Gotham for about two hours now and had already managed to stop a robbery and a gang of drunken troublemakers, but that was all the excitement you’d had for the night: most of them time had been spent sitting in silence, keeping an eye out on the darkened alleyways that meandered off the main roads of the city. So, you finally decide to reach for the watch on Jason’s wrist and switch off his comms before leaning over to murmur in his ear. 

     “You know, we could take a little break,” you suggest softly, your mind running wild with ideas on all the things you could get up to with your deliciously hot boyfriend in private. “The city’s been pretty quiet and I don’t think anyone will miss us for a few minutes.” 

     Jason turns to face you and raises an eyebrow when he sees the naughty smile stretched across your features. “What were you thinking, baby? Pizza in the Batmobile?” 

     He watched quietly as you bit your lip and shook your head and his stomach flipped with excitement when you slid your fingers over his thigh, bringing them tantalisingly close to his centre. “I was thinking … we could go up to that scenic spot near North Point? The one the teenagers always like to go to?” 

     Jason’s lips curl at the ends and your entire body heats up as he drags his eyes over you, eagerly taking note of all the parts of you he so obviously plans on tasting. “Mmhmm. And what were you thinking about doing when we got there?” 

     He spread his legs a little wider, silently hinting to you exactly what he wanted you to do to him, but you just giggled softly and patted his thigh. 

     “That’s for me to know and you to find out, sweetheart,” you tell him before settling back into your seat. Jason shakes his head in disappointment, but the mischievous smile stays plastered across his face as he drives the two of you up to the cliffs overlooking the Gotham river. You double-check that both your comms units are turned off, then you wait patiently as your boyfriend parks the car in a secluded spot. 

     “Privacy at last,” Jason mutters, leaning over the console to cup your cheek in his hand. You let out another giddy little laugh and that dashing grin lights up his features again before he finally presses his lips to yours. You moan softly as his tongue brushes against your own, filling up your mouth with the delicious coffee and musk taste of him, and Jason snickers at the sound before trailing his fingers down your body. You suck in a breath as he gently traces the outline of your curves, setting your every nerve alight, but you wait until his hand lands on your waist before grabbing his shoulders and pushing him back in his seat. 

     “About time,” you agreed, climbing over the console to straddle his lap. Jason’s heart sped up as you shot him a devious smile and he slid his arms around to cup your ass as you began kissing him again. 

     You giggle softly into Jason’s mouth as you run your hands all over his chest and shoulders, admiring the deliciously hard planes of his muscled body, and he squeezes your ass when you slide your fingers into his hair. 

     “Mmm, f*ck,” he moaned, shivering lightly as you trailed your fingertips down the back of his neck. Shit, he loved it when you did that. You bend your fingers as if you’d heard his thoughts, using your nails now to tickle the tip of his spine, and Jason moved his hands to grab your thighs as his eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure. 

     You laugh at the uncharacteristically dazed look on your rough, vigilante boyfriend’s rugged features, then you roll your hips lightly against his as you bring your mouth to his neck and nip his skin playfully. 

     “Shit, you’re drivin’ me crazy, princess,” Jason chuckled softly, coaxing another sweet little moan out of you and a deeper roll of your hips against his. He let out a choked gasp at the feeling, then began reciprocating your movements, thrusting his hips up against yours as you continued biting and licking his neck. Shit, you were so hot! So sweet and so beautiful and f*ck, he’d never thought he’d ever be lucky enough to have his gorgeous best friend be just as secretly in love with him as he’d always been with you. F*ck. 

     “Jay,” you laugh softly, amused - and also delighted - by his eager thrusts and grunts. He always got riled up by you so easily and it warmed your heart to know just how much he adored you, just how beautiful he found you. 

     You sat back and held onto his shoulder as you began grinding your hips into his and Jason swore his brain physically shut down for a second at how f*cking sexy you looked, biting down on your cheeky little smile as you rocked your hips rhythmically against his. “You’re so … You’re so beautiful, baby.” 

     You laugh at his words, slurred with his rapidly growing arousal, then flick your hair over your shoulder and lean closer to him. “Thanks, Jay. And I’m all yours, can you believe that?” 

     Jason flashes you another stupefied smile and nods eagerly in agreement as he grabs at your waist and cheek. “All … All mine, sweetheart.” 

     You press your lips to his, obliging his silent request for another kiss, but you keep it short, pulling away quickly to lower yourself between his legs. 

     “What …” He frowned as you broke your kiss, pulling your soft curves and your dizzying warmth away from him. But then you tugged his zip and he lost his focus again when he saw you looking up at him with an irresistibly adorable little pout. 

     “Take it off, baby,” you whined, grabbing the waistband of his trousers and pulling at it commandingly. F*ck, he loved it when you called him that. Jason reached for his trousers, ready to rip them off along with his underwear. 

     “Jason? Y/N?” 

     “F*ck!” Jason exclaims when Bruce’s voice comes over the speakers. He pulls his trousers higher up his waist, snatching them out of your grasp, and you quickly scramble back into your seat, smoothing out your suit and hair.

     “I’d appreciate it if the two of you returned to the Batcave,” Bruce continues, his voice strained with obvious discomfort. “Immediately.” 

     You glance over at Jason, fighting against a guilty smile, but the moment your eyes meet his, the two of you burst into embarrassed laughter. 

     “Shh!” you hiss at him, patting his arm as you try to contain your laughter, but that only makes him laugh even harder. “Jason!” 

     “Way to be cockblocked by my own dad,” Jason chuckles, starting up the Batmobile again. You giggle giddily at his words and reach across the console to pay his knee. 

     “Do you think he’s going to be really mad?” you ask.

     “Do I think my dad is going to be mad enough at me to talk to me about sex?” Jason questions, his tone amused. “What do you think, babydoll?” 

     You let out another adorable laugh and Jason felt his cheeks start to hurt with how much he kept smiling. Soon, he pulled into the Batcave and you grabbed onto his arm as the two of you walked towards Bruce. 

     “What’s up, Bruce?” Jason asks, his demeanour nonchalant as he waits for him to turn around. Bruce sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose as he leans over the Batcomputer. 

     “The Batmobile,” he begins finally, turning around to face the both of you but studiously avoiding your gazes, “is not a joyride vehicle. It is a piece of high-tech equipment meant for crime-fighting and emergency responses—not for... personal activities."

     “What do you think they did?” Tim asked Dick and Steph as they watched the two of you carefully from across the cave. 

     “No idea,” Stephanie replied, grinning widely as a number of possibilities ran through her mind. “But it must've been good if Bruce called them back for it.”

     “Maybe they took the Batmobile to get some fast food,” Dick suggested, stretching his arms out behind his head as he leaned back in his seat. “Classic rookie move.”

     Stephanie stifled a snort, earning a sharp look from Bruce that quickly silenced all of them. Then he turned back to Jason and X.

     “All right! We get it!” Jason surrendered before Bruce could begin speaking again. “No more detours. Are we done here?” Shit, it was bad enough that he’d had to make sure to tamp down his stiff arousal before he’d gotten out of the Batmobile, now he had to spend the rest of the night listening to the old man lecture him when he could have been spending it in bed with you? 

     You tug Jason’s sleeve, shooting him a frown to let him know that you didn’t approve of his rude tone, and he sighs before finally allowing a hint of shame to show through his demeanour. 

     “We won’t do it again. Promise,” Jason reiterates. Bruce rubs his temples as he considers Jason’s sincerity and you shoot him your most innocent smile to try to convince him further. 

     “All right,” Bruce finally relents, waving the two of you off. “But if this happens again-”

     “It won’t, Bruce! We promise!” you interrupt him quickly, knowing he’ll take your word more seriously than Jason’s. Bruce folds his arms across his chest and nods at the two of you in dismissal before turning back to his computer. 

     “So?” Dick asked when you were close enough to hear him. “What did the two of you do?”

     “Yeah, Bruce seemed extra grumpy,” Steph chimes in, her eyes sparkling with delighted curiosity. “Which is really saying something! It must have been good.” 

     Jason bites his lip as he slides an arm around your waist, and shrugs at the group nonchalantly. 

     “Come on!” Tim whined, desperate now to know what you’d done to fluster the Bruce Wayne so badly. 

     You lower your head, letting your hair fall in front of you face to hide your guilty smile, but unfortunately, Dick just manages to catch a glimpse of it. 

     “Were you making out?” he asks, his lips curling into a knowing smirk as he waits for your response. You shuffle in position shyly, then press yourself into Jason’s side as his grip on you tightens. 

     Damn, you were cute when you got all shy like that. He wanted to lean over and murmur in your ear some joke about you not being shy earlier in the car, just to see that adorable little blush flood your cute little cheeks, but that could be left to when you were finally alone together again. In his bed. Utterly and completely naked with nothing - and no one - to stop him from claiming you as his own. “Let’s just say I did not know the Batmobile’s seats could recline that far.” 

     A blanket of silence fell over the room as the others tried to understand Jason’s statement. Then finally, they all burst into a chorus of groans. 

     “Oh, gross, Jason!” Stephanie chided, clutching her stomach as she pretended to retch.      

     “Seriously?” Tim winced, gagging at the very thought. “In the Batmobile? I have to drive that thing!”

     Dick shook his head as he straightened in his seat, clearly trying hard to suppress an impressed laugh. “I can’t decide which one of you is the worse influence.” 

     “Excuse me?!” you scoff, exaggerating the offence you take at the statement. 

     “Well, Jason would have never done something like this before you guys started dating,” Dick pointed out, “but you would have never done something like this either.” 

     “Maybe they just both bring out the worst in each other,” Stephanie suggested, prompting another insulted gasp out of you. You step forward, your temper getting the best of you, but then an alternative idea for revenge strikes you. 

     “Jay,” you begin, spinning around to his front and wrapping your arms around his neck, “should we go back to your place? Where we can get a little more privacy?” 

     His breath caught in his throat at the feeling of your soft curves pressing up against him, but his arms came around you instinctively, squeezing you against him even more intimately. He lowered his mouth to your neck, catching onto what you were trying to do and flashed his siblings a mischievous smile. “Sure, baby. But what were you planning on doing with ‘a little more privacy’?” 

     “No!” Tim interrupted you quickly, shaking his head vigorously. “Don’t! Just … Just go home! Take it out of here. Go somewhere private.” 

     Your boyfriend chuckles at Tim’s vehement tone and begins guiding you over to his bike. “All right. See you guys whenever.” 

     “See you, Jay!” the other chorus in response.

[sleepyorchidmonster]

Okay, but what if Riddle attempts to fight Malleus alone to buy Idia some time?

Like, we know Riddle is both reckless and confident in his power, also, if timed correctly, Off With Your Head can be make a difference in a fight, and even Leona was having trouble with it (granted it was normal not-overblotted Leona and this is Malleus we're talking about).

It can also play with the reveal that Riddle thinks everyone hates him, so he convinces himself that the least he could do is make sure Idia stays safe, both for the mission and Ortho (and maybe he's feeling guilty because last he checked Ortho required urgent repairs and it's his fault). Or maybe Riddle just feels like his lack of understanding of technomancy is not being helpful enough andhe is eager to actually do something right (he doesn't understand the situation and, as far as he can tell, everything went wrong after his dream).

And then Idia has to stop his doomed typing with a side of panicked ramblings to take a deep breath and tell the 17-year-old kid to "Calm Down. We're not dead yet, and I'm not letting you go on a suicide mission."

And before Riddle can make a counter-argument, Idia is already following up with some extra points:

1) "Yeah we're both housewardens and troublemaking SSRs. I'm also older so I'm supposed to be the responsible one here."

2) "Technomancy is my domain, so if I say you're doing okay, you're doing okay. It's natural for veteran players to carry the noobs when they're just starting out!"

3) "You're a powerful DPS, but you're also a glass canon. Meta dictates that good DPS units need great supports, and I'm trying to summon them with negative gacha pulls and a dream here!!!!"

4) "If we open the door to let you fight Malleus, then the door will have been opened anyway, and that guy can multitask like a PRO..."

5) "You know chess right? Great. We're currently in check, with the only thing between total anihilation being a Rook (A.K.A. my precious door) and the Queen (A.K.A. you). The lil' pawns may have metamorphosized into a murderous army, but there's still a whole board between us, so we have to hold on!!!"

6) "And before you get the chess analogy wrong, I am NOT keeping you around just because of your magical power. You're a TEENAGER not a weapon, for crying out loud. Did you really think I'd be that stupid?? Ortho is literally my brother and I'd rather DIE than treat him like a weapon!"

7) "Is it really that hard to understand that I don't actually hate you? Sure, you have zero E.Q. and is in my "Top 5 Most annoying Students in NRC", but I don't want you dead! Who would drag me to dormhead meetings then? Vil and Ortho need a buddy who's not afraid to break the doo- NOT NOW MALLEUS"

8) "I actually like being alive and don't want Trey and Cater to kill me, and neither that freaky cat friend of yours. Or Floyd, Kalim, Sebek, Silver, Vil..."

Idia: And that would be all! Thank you for coming to my TED Talk! Now, I know the Final Boss is right outside that door, but why don't you read a manga or two to pass the time? You've already helped me A LOT, so why don't you rest a bit?

Malleus, from the other side: You should listen to Shroud, Rosehearts. I will even refrain from tearing the door down while you read, rest assured!

Malleus: Also, who gave you the idea that everyone hates you? I just want to have a pleasant chat with them! Lillia taught me the importance of understanding the point of view of others! :)

Meanwhile the others are trying to use Meet Me in a Dream while driving a gigantic Blastcycle so they can speedrun the dream hopping and get back to Idia's dream so they can make sure Idia is okay (Ortho), complete the final stage of the plan (the others) and locate Riddle (Heartslabyul and Equestrian Club mostly, but everyone's at least worried that he's MIA). Also Silver is resting while Ace uses his UM and Deuce drives.

Leona got what he wanted (a better mean of transportation between dreams) but at what cost (two freshmen at the wheel, and they're not the competent robot kid).

[goodlucktai]

9, raph and leo?

dialogue prompts

9. “I know, I know it hurts.”

x

When Raph was eight years old, the twins decided they needed their own bedrooms and, like with all other things they had ever decided, they made it everyone else’s problem. As a united front, the two of them had the capacity to wear down a squad of Navy Seals in a manner of days, let alone one overtired single father. 

The campaign for separate bedrooms turned out to be a long con. Donnie had been denied an evil science laboratory by Splinter multiple times, on the grounds of it being dangerous, and Donnie being seven, and evil being bad. But a room of his own could be whatever he wanted, and he wanted a lab. 

It took most of a week for Splinter to discover that the twins were still doubled up in the room that was ostensibly Leo’s while Donnie’s was being used for nefarious purposes, but by then Donnie had installed an electronic lock on the door that he built out of components gutted from old kitchen appliances and was fully ready to die on that hill. 

While Pops and Donnie were locked in a contest of wills that would ultimately go in Donnie’s favor (because Splinter’s achilles heel back then—and even now—was that he thought little turtles at their most sulky and unreasonable were just adorable) Raphie had looked at Leo with a confused frown on his face. 

“How come you went along with it, Lee? You didn’t even get your own room.”

Leo shrugged, bright gold eyes shining with interest as he watched his twin and his father argue back and forth. He was following it carefully, probably ready to join in if it looked like Donnie was going to lose—more engaged than he ever was playing video games or flipping through comics. 

At the time, all Leo said was, “Just wanted to see if I could.”

Raph thought it was because he was a troublemaker, and he maintained that idea up until Mikey—intuitive beyond his years, even as a sweet little six year old—said he figured it was just that Leo’s head went as crazy fast as Donnie’s did, only in ways that didn’t involve breaking and building things. 

A full decade later, Raph knows Mikey was right on the money. Looking back, he sees a kid who was wickedly smart and terribly understimulated. Leo didn’t create trouble for the heck of it, he just liked having problems to solve. He wanted conversations and tricks and puzzles, he needed hoops to jump through like dolphins did on TV, or else he’d get cranky and sneaky. 

Their world became a much simpler, more peaceful place once Leo got his first phone and discovered an online chess app with a leaderboard. 

All this to say, Leo has had a mind for strategy since before he could talk in full sentences. He’s a natural-born leader, and after the failed Krang invasion, he really stepped up and took it seriously. Raph is so proud of him he doesn’t have words big enough to contain the size and shape of it all. It isn’t as hard as he had imagined it would be to let go of the reins and give Leo the room he needs to shine. 

Some days are better than others. For the most part, Leo says jump and his brothers don’t even ask how high, they just shoot for the rafters. Their teamwork is cohesive, as solid as it was when they initially realized their ninpo, and Raph thinks he’d feel sorry for the Shredder if that guy showed his face in their town again. 

But there are also days like today, when Leo says something that Raph’s big brother meter pings as Leo being silly, stirring shit up for lack of better thing to do, and he doesn’t linger on it past that initial knee-jerk impression. 

They’re working with a group of mutants out of Hell’s Kitchen, mutants who are walking the line between vigilantism and outright crime. They’re rough around the edges, but good-natured for the most part. The turtles kept bumping into that other group as they crisscrossed around the city until finally their leader, Old Hob, said, “Why don’t we just get on the same program instead of stepping on each other’s heels?” and a tentative partnership was formed. 

It’s been a week since then, and in that time Raph and his brothers have been firmly adopted by the grown-up mutants, who ask pointed questions about what time they went to bed the night before and whether or not they had a decent breakfast and how their online classes are going. 

“This must be what having overbearing aunties is like,” Donnie said to April on the phone none-too-quietly, and Sally, feline mutant and aforementioned overbearing auntie, knocked her knuckles on his battleshell reprovingly. But that about summed it up. 

There was one spanner in the works, and that was Liam.  

——

“Anyone else getting bad vibes from that guy by the way?” Leo says one day. 

There’s something performative about it, his usual pomp and charisma with a plastic edge. Mikey tilts his head like a service dog who just caught the scent of a potential medical emergency. Donnie looks up from his phone, eyes keen the way they only are when he and his twin are about to communicate with the telepathy they’ll deny they have.

But Raph is having a bad pain day, and his well of patience for shenanigans is much shallower than it normally is. 

“Leon, don’t start,” he says, rubbing the slider’s head playfully to take any sting out of the dismissal. “If I have to put up with any middle child nonsense today I’m gonna scream.”

There’s a beat, his second-youngest brother visibly hesitating on a mental fork in the road. He’s gotten so good about being forthcoming but his first impulse is still to play along, deny, conceal-don’t-feel. He still has this idea in his head of what a good leader is supposed to be, and he’s still willing to whittle parts of himself away that don’t fit that mold. 

To his credit, Leo tries again. “I don’t like him,” he says with less certainty. 

“You don’t have to be best friends with the guy,” Raph replies. There’s enough warning in his tone that Leo knows to drop it. “Just get along until we go home.”

He works his shoulder, trying to do something about the solid ache it’s become, and Leo’s eyes drop to the mass of scarring there and then flit away. He starts to outline the route their patrol is going to take, reaching into his belt bag for the jar of Tiger Balm he’s taken to carrying with him and handing it over to Raph as he talks. 

Raph smiles, the warmth in his chest ballooning up to swallow the impending impatience and annoyance brought out by pain. That warmth stays with him through their whole run, even as Donnie video-calls April and deadpans “POV you’re tailing some guy who didn’t get the memo that armed robbery is cringe as hell,” even as Mikey goes out of his way to jump and tumble off a fire escape in time to give Mondo a high-five as he skates by in the opposite direction, even as Leo progressively gets quieter the closer they get to their two AM check-in at the Mutanimals’ railyard base.

Looking back, Raph can count all the red flags he missed and hates himself a little more for each one. Leo sometimes causes problems for fun, and he likes to see what trouble he can get away with or get himself out of, and he is a downright menace to society when he’s bored—but he’s good. He’s sweet, and charming, and wants to help. He wouldn’t have raised an issue with the other group of mutants, potentially cutting ties with useful allies, unless he had a decent reason to. 

And that reason, Raph discovers that night—after information has been exchanged and all that's left is to hang out at the base watching TV and playing table tennis until Splinter inevitably texts to remind his sons of their curfew—is Liam. 

He doubles back into the meeting room where he left his phone and sees the goose mutant has put himself between Leo and the only exit, head lowered on a serpentine neck, beak open to show a flash of sharp teeth in a display that Raph’s animal hindbrain reads clearly as threat. 

His grip on the doorframe causes it to crack. 

“Leo,” he says in a voice he doesn’t recognize. 

His little brother’s head jerks up, half-hopeful, half-disbelieving. Later, Raph will hate himself for putting even a sliver of doubt in Leo’s mind, for unknowingly invalidating his feelings. Leo should never be surprised that his big brother showed up for him. He should never have been left to fend for himself in a situation that made him uncomfortable, especially after he found the courage to be upfront about it. 

“C’mere,” Raph says, lifting an arm—a little turtle’s cue to tuck themselves safely against Raph’s side. 

Whatever his expression is doing, it’s caused dead silence to blanket the room like a foot of packed snow. Liam looks markedly unhappy to see Raphael standing there, but Leo runs to meet him. 

A strategist, a faceman, a leader, and barely seventeen years old. 

“We were just talking,” Liam says with a lightness that rings as false. 

“Next time I find out you and my brother were just talking, I’ll wring your skinny neck,” Raph replies, matching his tone. Liam may be twice Raph’s age, but he’s half Raph’s size, and Raph has gone head-to-head with the Krang general and the Shredder and walked it off each time. Raph is fully prepared, in this moment, to murder this fucking goose. 

Leo taps on Raph’s carapace, just as one of his violent inner voices is lifting its head in the back of his brain and considering making an appearance. On Leo’s end, a warning that someone else is coming from down the hall. On Raph’s end, a reminder that his first priority is the one he’s holding. 

He turns, keeping Leo beside him, in time to see Hob appear around the corner. The cat mutant stops dead in his tracks, slitted eyes moving from Raph, down to Leo, to the doorway beside them, and back again.  

“Problem?”

“We’re going home,” Raph says, a rumble in his voice he wouldn’t know how to temper even if he wanted to. “And we’re not coming back. Don’t call us unless someone’s dying or there’s another alien invasion.”

“Knock on wood,” Leo mumbles near-silently. 

Old Hob doesn’t answer right away. It’s impossible to tell what the older mutant is thinking on a good day, outwardly recalcitrant and unfriendly, even though he has never snapped at Mikey’s cheerful rambling or Leo’s wheedling attempts to goad him into yet another chess match or even Donnie’s accidental ninpo-related shortage of every appliance in the Mutanimals’ kitchen. He and Sally and Ray and Herman all go out of their way to make their base comfortable and accessible to the turtles and Mondo and Pete, like it really matters to them that the younger mutants have a safe place tucked away that they can fall back on. 

And Raph had appreciated that, up until now. Up until they proved it wasn’t safe, actually. Up until he’d seen a grown man leering meanly at his baby brother, just because he thought he could keep getting away with it.

When Hob does speak, all he says is, “Get home safe, boys.”

Raph shoulders around him, and collects Donnie and Mikey from the main room immediately. Mikey says, “Woah, are you guys okay?” and Donnie shoots a poisonous look behind them, like if he glares hard enough he can see back in time to what happened to put those expressions on Leo and Raph’s faces. 

“We’re peachy, Miguelito,” Leo says, disquietingly convincing. “Just had a difference of opinion with our hosts is all.” 

“Stay out of Hell’s Kitchen from now on until I say so,” Raph adds sternly. 

Raph tells dad about Liam when they get home, because there is no universe where that doesn’t happen, and Leo immediately gets hauled into Splinter’s room for what sounds like a very serious conversation. Raph, Donnie and Mikey cluster shamelessly outside the door to eavesdrop, and some frightened thing in Raph’s heart lets out the breath it’s been holding when Leo says, “Nothing happened, papa, I promise. He was just weird.”

“Let him be weird to my Baby Blue one more time and I will show him exactly why your father was the undisputed Battle Nexus champion,” Splinter says. He cups Leo’s face and rubs his thumb over a striped cheek, as if he’d like to keep his son right there where no one had the capacity to hurt him. “Thank you for telling us. I’m so proud of you. I will actually kill him if he looks at you again.”

Leonardo smiles brightly, daddy’s boy of the family and glutton for attention that he is, those leftover dregs of anxiety in his eyes finally melting away. 

“I think we should let dad kill him,” Donnie announces, eyes icy, tone flat. 

“Nah,” Mikey says, disingenuously cheerful. “Next time we run into Liam I’m setting him the fuck on fire!” 

“Language,” Raph scolds by rote, but his heart isn’t in it. 

He can’t get that scene he walked in on back at the railyard out of his head. He can’t help thinking what if something worse had happened because I didn’t listen? 

It feels like there’s a ghost in his chest, rattling his heart. He’s haunted by the what if. 

——

After dinner, Leo looks at Raph meaningfully and points at the infirmary. Doctor Leo’s orders supersede all others, 100% of the time, so Raphael sighs and surrenders his controller to Mikey’s grabby hands without bothering to make the token argument. He keeps driving Princess Peach off the track anyway. 

“Have you been stretching?” Leo says, feeling along Raph’s upper arm, where the muscles are visibly knotted. Even his careful touch hurts—that whole side of his body is tender with pain. Raph can’t help but flinch when his shoulder spasms and Leo hisses. “Shit, sorry, I know, I know it hurts. God, Raphie, you gotta say something before it gets this bad. I’m not afraid to bench you, big guy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Raph says, amused by his little brother’s no-nonsense tone, warmed by the care Leo always takes with his family when they’re sitting in his infirmary and putting their hurts in his hands. 

There’s nothing performative about him here. It’s just Leo, stripped of every false layer. 

“Let’s try to massage it out,” Leo says, all his attention bent to the task. “Then we’ll apply heat.” 

Raph hums, watching him work. His arm radiates pain, and he has to grit his teeth as Leo goes to work on the knots and the ache flares close to unbearable and wanes to a dull throb and then flares again. 

“Hey,” Raph says before he can overthink it any more. “What would you have done if I didn’t see you and Liam?”

Leo pauses, but only for a split-second. He’s as good as cornered here, because there’s no way he’ll leave Raph when he’s in pain, and there’s nowhere to hide. Thankfully for Raph’s sanity, he doesn’t try to pretend he doesn’t know what they’re talking about, even if he takes a long moment to finally answer. 

“Would’ve made Angie make me a Portal Promise to never be alone with him,” Leo admits. Flushing slightly, he mumbles, “It’s, uh, a thing we do—we both make portals, you know, so—it just means we have to keep that promise no matter what happens or what rules we have to break, and we won’t get in trouble later as long as we’re honest.” 

Raph’s heart hurts. His little brothers are so sweet, and people exist in the world who would hurt them, and he has no idea how to reconcile that. He hates that both things could be true at the same time. 

“Tello doesn’t need to be encouraged to stay away from people, and I’m pretty sure he can read my mind? But I would’ve told him anyway,” Leo goes on. “I tell him everything. I’d try to word it so he didn’t get angry enough to do something drastic, like, cut the brake lines on Liam’s Toyota Corolla. And I’d have to make it sound like you and I were on the same page, otherwise he’d go to you about it, and you’d—uh, be annoyed that I didn’t drop it, I guess.”

Getting impaled by the Krang hurt less than this, Raph thinks. He feels sick. 

“Leo—”

“I know,” Leo says quickly, a little too loud. “I know that I don’t always take stuff seriously. It’s not your fault for thinking—you know. You didn’t do anything wrong, Raphie. I just gotta grow up.”

This kid, who—like the rest of them—has already matured well past his age, well before he should have had to. Who’s terrified of letting his family down, who has so much he thinks he needs to live up to. Any perceived failure weighs on him like the death penalty, and Raph knows he had a hand in that. 

He needs to listen. Even when he’s aching and short-tempered. Even when Leo is talking around something that scares him. Maybe especially then. 

“Can we make a deal?” Raph says, reaching up to hold Leo’s hands still under one of his own. Leo is staring hard at Raph’s plastron and doesn’t seem willing to lift his eyes for love or money, but he jerks his head in a nod. “Next time I’m not hearing you, and it’s something serious like today was serious, tell me, and I’ll stop.”

Leo’s mouth twists a bit. If it were for anyone else’s sake, he’d get in Raph’s face and make himself heard no problemo, but it’s an entirely different story when it’s his own safety in question. That part of Leo that wants to always rely on his brothers is constantly at war with the part that believes he’s not supposed to need anyone’s help anymore. 

It would be impossible for him to plant himself like a tree and refuse to be budged and demand Raph’s attention if he thought for one second that it would make Raph angry at him. 

“What if we came up with a code word?” Raph offers, squeezing Leo’s hands. “If I’m being a stubborn punk, you can tell me the code word, and I’ll listen, and I won’t get mad. Even if it turns out to be a mistake or a misunderstanding. Okay?”

He finally gets a peek of gold as Leo dares to make eye contact. He looks embarrassed, like they’ve made a huge deal out of this for no good reason, and hiding inside his shell until everyone promises to pretend like nothing happened is looking more tempting by the second. 

But he’s Leo, their fearless leader. He stared down that portal into the prison dimension without flinching. If he can do that, he can do anything. 

“What word?” he finally says. 

“You pick,” Raph tells him. 

A smile creeps onto Leo’s face, picking its way carefully across shaky ground. 

“‘Goose’,” he suggests.

"‘Goose’ it is," Raph replies firmly, committing it to memory.

He lifts his good arm and drags his little brother into a solid hug, ignoring the twinge in his back and side. Leonardo scrambles to return the embrace, shoving his face against Raph’s unscarred shoulder and clinging for all he’s worth. Which is a lot. He’s worth so much. 

Later, when Raph’s got the electric heating pad on his arm and he and Leo are watching TikTok compilations to pass the time, Mikey comes through the infirmary door at top speed, waving his phone above his head like a maniac. 

“Look what Mondo sent me!” he shouts at full volume. “I put it in the group chat!”

The video shared in the Mad Dogz chat shows Liam being kicked out of the railyard, his bags tossed into the road. Sally is going off at him at the top of her lungs, and Hob is standing by with his arms folded like he’s fully ready to let her maul the guy, and the rest of the grown-up mutants are making it pretty clear with their body language that the goose isn’t welcome anymore. 

“Dunno what they saw on the security cam, but they effin’ hated it,” Mondo says in the recording, unbothered by the absolute chaos unfolding in front of him. “Good riddance, Liam sucks. Oh, Mikester, Hob wants to know if you guys’ll be back in the Kitchen for Herman’s D&D oneshot on Saturday so he knows how much food to order. He said you should bring your dad around this time—as if we need another boring old man in the group, ugh. Anyway, let me know and I’ll pass it along, dude!”

A weight Raph hadn’t even realized he was still carrying melts off his shoulders. Leo huffs under his breath, a disbelieving little laugh. 

“Can we go, Raphie?” Mikey asks with wide eyes. “Don worked so hard on all our character sheets. He even 3D-printed custom figurines.”

“My bard is going to carry this team,” Donnie says loudly from the next room, because he’s never met a private conversation he wouldn’t shamelessly listen in on. 

It’s so important to the Mutanimals that their young friends feel safe with them, and here’s proof of that in Mikey’s hands. Raph doesn’t fully understand why they care, but he’s grateful that they do. It didn’t hit him until now how much it hurt to have the railyard taken away—and how relieved he is that they can go back, after all. 

He squeezes the arm he still has around Leo’s shoulders, prompting his brother to look up at him. 

“What do you say, Fearless?” he says warmly. “Your call.”

Raph’s listening this time. 

[kyehwas]

🔥 bad influence ft. kwon soonyoung

-> or, you start hanging with the guy everyone tells you to avoid.

|| wc + warnings || 0.7k / school au, bad boy hoshi, making out, uh i gave up midway through.

"Kwon Soonyoung is a bad person!" "Kwon Soonyoung is trouble, stay far away from him!"

You should've listened, but at the same time, you're lucky you didn't. Kwon Soonyoung, or as he went by, Hoshi, never made it to school on time, didn't listen, and did everything the average troublemaker would do.

You had tried your best to stay far, far away from him. The last thing you wanted was to get involved with his antics.

“Woah, I think he's staring at you,” Yunjin pointed out. Across your locker was Hoshi, talking to his friends, but his gaze wasn't focused on them. He was focused on you.

Fuck. He started walking towards you. Double fuck.

“Y/n, right?” An exchanged glance between you and your best friend. “Could you tutor me? Please? I can't afford to fail math.”

“Tutor you?” You repeated, still shook.

“Mhm, pretty please?” He batted his eyelashes, and you had no choice but to give in.

“So, do you know what the unit you're doing right now is about?” You asked him. Hoshi blankly stared. “Some quadratic stuff?” This was going to be hard.

“So…” You began, and two hours later, the boy finally started to understand what you were talking about.

The sessions continued every other day, and you learned that Hoshi maybe wasn't as bad of a person you thought he was.

Walking with Yunjin and Hoshi in the halls also became a normal occurrence. Yunjin didn't trust Hoshi at first, but he quickly earned her trust once she had seen how he behaved around you. “We have finals tomorrow, ready?”

“I sure am, I studied for half the night,” Yunjin responded, “I don't know about this guy though.”

“Hey! I am very ready, thanks to y/n!” Hoshi exclaimed.

"Yeah, because I drilled all that information in your head." You deadpanned, eliciting a laugh from Yunjin.

Tomorrow came, and the finals went just as you'd hoped they would. Some questions stumped you, but most of the questions were easy enough that you probably passed with an A.

Just as you were exiting the classroom, someone crashed into you at a speed that made you fall to the floor. “Y/n! I don't think I failed!”

“Hoshi! Please don't do that, God…” You pushed him up and saved yourself from getting crushed to death.

“Come with me, let's skip the rest of the day.”

“That's a horrible idea.”

“Please..?” He gave you the same big sad eyes he gave you the day he was trying to convince you to tutor him, and you huffed in defeat.

You have zero idea what happened next. One moment, you were entering Hoshis house, terrified at the fact that you were skipping school for the first time. The next moment, you were on Hoshi's lap, hands tangled in his hair.

“Kwon Soonyoung, I hate you,” You mutter, tugging his hair enough to make him throw his head back.

“I know you don't, sweetheart.” He smirked, taking your bottom lip in between his teeth.

“I should've never skipped with you.” You solely saird things to fuel him, and it worked as well as you thought.

Hoshi sighed, “Come on, this is your payment for the tutoring. My gift, y'know?”

If there was one thing you noticed from that moment, it was that Hoshi kissed a lot like you'd expected. Focused, but messy. “Are you enjoying this? Are you alright with this?” He asked in between kisses. You nodded, unable to form words.

Suddenly, you were snapped out of heaven he brought you to. “Is that your phone ringing?”

You check the number on your phone. Your mother. “Shit, I'm screwed.” You inhale and wipe your mouth before answering, “Hi mom..!”

“Why aren't you at school right now?” You had two options: 

A - Tell your mom you were making out with a boy that has a 1.6 GPA and is on the verge of being held back.

B - Lie.

As any good child did, you lied. “Sorry mom, a friend outside of school asked me to tutor them so I'm at their place right now! This was the only time I could've tutored them!”

Hoshi looked at you with a proud grin. “Alright, you're not doing that again, got it?”

“Yes ma'am,” You finished, hanging up the phone.

“Woah, we have a little rule breaker over here!”

“Oh shut it! This is your fault, Soonyoung!”

[hibernia-1]

[enteringdullsville]

I got bored so I made a thing. Modern Nick AU featuring a handful of the child protagonists, a chibified SpongeBob being their chaperone? A summer camp setting, perhaps? With everyone save for Danny, Jenny, and Dora having their ages fudged to be closer?

Sure, why not? From left to right:

Sanjay Patel

He may or may not have snuck Craig into his cabin, and Craig may or may not have started charging people for “sage advice from the talking snake”

Sanjay’s a relatively good kid but kind of a hellion. Manny spends much of his early life in a moral dilemma. Having them be partners seemed like a logical decision

His bowling pin head was really hard to adapt to my usual style without utterly mangling his face, but I think I did alright

Manny Rivera

He’s wearing the boots and scarf from his El Tigre costume

Bessie thinks he’s the coolest thing, but his and Danny’s egos clash almost immediately

This presumably takes place after he’s settled on heroism, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a troublemaker

April O’Neil

She’s quite possibly the only person getting any actual work done in camp

She’s ostensibly the least insane person in the group, but she’s prone to egging on the others’ antics and starting bets on how much things will escalate

Her age has been dropped a couple of years, so she’s often with Lincoln foiling Dora’s whole escape artist routine

Tommy Pickles

Still on his filmmaker career from All Grown Up! He has a lot of footage of a lot of things in a lot of places

Normally mild mannered and agreeable, but being given “strict orders” instantly makes his good mood vanish

His mind tends to wander when he’s bored, and it has no regard for its curfew

Lincoln Loud

He’s a weeb canonically, so he’s been given a vaguely animesque appearance

Whatever camp this takes place at, I can guarantee at least one of his sisters had been there prior. Since most of the characters here are the Everyman type, Linc’s cunning and trickster attributes are played up a bit

Has no regard for the fourth wall. Tommy has no clue what he’s on about and thinks he’s insane

Aang (Just Aang)

Whether or not he can bend is based purely on what’s funniest at the moment, especially since he and Dib make it impossible for this to be canon compliant

He’s definitely living in an AU with a less horrific backstory. Less responsibilities, less issues

Wouldn’t hurt a fly, but he’d definitely give a wasp a warning shot if it was being a jerk

Danny Fenton

Danny, and only Danny, is actually a little older here. He and Jenny are the counselors. Lucky them.

Doesn’t even bother with the secret identity since Bob’s the only one dense enough to not connect the dots

Being able to turn invisible is really helpful when Dib has questions he doesn’t feel like answering

Jimmy Neutron

There he is, officer. That one’s the ringleader

Aang’s existence is a constant source of frustration for him since he can’t come up with a scientific explanation for all…that

He’s right off the heels of Nicktoons Unite and is wondering when and why SB became so serious

SpongeBob SquarePants

The only adult we see at the camp for some reason, and the only nonhuman besides Jenny

I messed up his scaling, he was supposed to be small enough to fit in someone’s hand, hence his overly simplified design. That’s the height he is in-universe

Ironically and disproportionately strong. Not Jenny’s level, but about as strong as he is in Unite…without being adjusted for size. In other words, he can easily pick up and throw the campers like rag dolls

Jenny Wakeman

The only nonhuman kid at camp, as well as the oldest/youngest at 16/5

She’s the one thing stopping land bears from tearing the camp apart

She’s justifiably a little wary since she’s not exactly nature proof, but all the kids think she’s the coolest thing

Timmy Turner

A closer look at him reveals three familiar looking trinkets shaped like a wand, wings, and a floaty crowny thing

He doesn’t need magic, anyway. He’ll make everything possibly go wrong his own way

He and Bessie butt heads almost immediately; Timmy’s fine with one hypercompetent overachieving Girl Scout in his life, but he does not need another

Ginger Foutley

Usually found with fellow artsy types Rudy and Lincoln

Riddled with anxieties and restless leg syndrome. She comes of as brooding, but she’s just introspective

Since April’s a menace, she’s the actual least insane camper

Eliza Thornberry

It took her a bit to realize SpongeBob could actually talk to begin with and that everyone else didn’t have the same power as her. In fact, there’s a non-zero chance there are a bunch of animals from assorted Nick shows that are screaming in the background constantly and it’s messing with her head

I gave her just the one braid to make her distinct from the other Elizabeth in the cast

She slips in and out of her father’s mannerisms. SMASHING!

Rudy Tabootie

Mysteriously disappears to parts unknown it’stheChalkZone every now and then when he needs to blow off some steam

I find it funny how stylized I made everyone else while Rudy’s just slightly taller

SpongeBob sees a lot of himself in the kid. Rudy doesn’t know how to feel about that

Dora Marquez

Y’know, I added her as a joke, and she immediately became my favorite

She’s the youngest kid at her canon age of seven, so she’s coddled by everyone else. She HATES it, given that she’s been adventuring on her own for the longest time, so she’s a lot more cynical than usual. Easily the biggest departure from the norm

Constantly tries to escape supervision in favor of wandering the wilderness, but the talking cheese won’t let her

Arnold Shortman

He doesn’t know how he ended up as the “cool guy”, but he’s not gonna fight it

Appears detached and aloof, but he’s more likely just dissociating

Always seems to know what he’s doing to the point of parody. As smart as he is, I must reiterate he’s just improvising

Dib Membrane

Eliza, Rudy, and especially Timmy aren’t too keen on hanging around him for very obvious reasons

The fact he’s with people who are reasonably sane this time around means he’s in much better spirits. Lincoln’s probably his best friend at the camp, although Dib’s still a loner

He and Jimmy always run the risk of killing each other if they talk for more than two minutes at a time due to differing views on magic

Bessie Higgenbottom

The kid most likely to actually listen to the inane drivel that comes out of SpongeBob’s mouth

Since she’s still working on the whole Mighty Bee thing, she’s all over Manny, Danny, and Janny

There are very few campers that aren’t at least a little intimidated by her

There were a few other characters I wanted to add like Nate Wright (Big Nate), Annie Bramley (It’s Pony), Mikey Munroe (Bunsen is a Beast), but I scrapped them for space.

I elected to only use one character per series, causing me to drop Korra, Sheen Estevez, Ronnie Anne Santiago, and Hazel Wells for being spinoff characters (especially since Sheen and Ronnie Anne were around before getting their own shows). It also forced me to remove Fanboy and Chum Chum from my initial plan entirely.

I additionally wanted to keep SB as the only organic nonhuman character due to the inherent absurdity of having him as the sole adult figure, which is why Dib and April represent their series rather than Zim or a Ninja Turtle and why I chose not to use Harvey Beaks.

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hii sort of just a general question but I wanted to ask how you interpret swapfell and fellswap (or specifically for the idle love au if that's easier???) sorta just the differences between them and the brothers dynamics and stuff! thank you I love your fic and comic :DD

Ooohh, good question. Since it’s a gen question, I won’t answer in comic format. That said, here are my Swapfell and Fellswap takes for Idle Love AU:

Swapfell (more Swap than Fell; The Purple Guys(TM) lol)

Tries so hard to be evil when they’re just a bunch of sillies.

Black

Just like Blue, he’s very energetic. Except, instead of optimism, he spends his energy on performative anger and hatred. Don’t be fooled though! Oftentimes, he doesn’t mean what he says. He’ll needlessly declare to everyone “I hate this thing”, and then proceed to collect said thing. One thing he openly likes, though, is fashion. He claims that one’s clothes is the first step to a first impression— whether good or bad! And he likes looking presentable!

His relationship with Cash? Well, Cash is a well-known troublemaker, so if someone tells Black that Cash did something, he won’t hesitate to believe them haha!Don’t get it wrong though. Just because Black acknowledges that Cash caused trouble, that doesn’t mean he would ever let others put a hand on Cash. He’ll never throw his little brother under the bus like that! Instead, it’s Black driving that bus with his two-hour lectures lol

Huh? Why does he wear his tattered bandanna if he apparently cares about what he wears?

Well, once upon a time, a long time ago, a little brother tried his best to make something for his older brother when they both had nothing.

Cash

A penny-pincher; a gambler (a cheater, really lol). Would never gamble unless cheating is viable and his win is guaranteed. Despite being a cheater, he’s surprisingly upfront and barely lies. When he does lie, he doesn’t even try to sound convincing. If someone accuses him of doing something, he’d unapologetically be like “heh. yeah i did that”. He LOVES money, and is very open about it. He handles the household’s finances and if possible, hoards it.

Why does he love money so much? Easy! It’s because he doesn’t want to work another day in his life.

Or maybe he remembers what it was like to worry if their family has enough for a meal on another day.

Fellswap (more Fell than Swap; The Borderline Criminals)

The habits they brought from their Underground tend to test the surface’s laws— dancing between the line of legal and illegal. Experts in finding loopholes.

Wine

Unlike Black and Blue, Wine is not overly expressive; he doesn’t let himself be. That doesn’t mean he’s any less passionate. However, this passion is poured over self-discipline and routines. He’s strict with his personal rituals and dislikes chaos. He’s calculating and cold, but underneath it all, there’s a softness reserved for those he cares about. Still, this ‘softness’ never appears as soft, and is instead expressed through uncushioned truths and unintentionally condescending advices. His brand of softness is telling truths as they are, because in his Underground, no one can afford to be real. Not when you have weaknesses to hide.

Sometimes, the truth is not what you want to hear, but it’s what he’d tell you regardless. This is his kindness.

Mutt

He is Rage BAIT: Bastard (affectionate). Asshole Incarnate. Troll.

He would start shit for no reason other than his entertainment. Unlike his brother, he likes chaos, especially when he brings it. He wears a smug look as his default face, because it makes him look like he knows and controls everything. Sometimes, he lies to stir shit, but when he REALLY lies, you won’t be able to tell. He’s a very good liar. He began learning to be one when he started off as the runt of the canine unit.

No one in Snowdin liked the canine unit. Not even the members themselves. They’re prone to in-fighting, and Mutt tends to avoid the worst of it by learning their tells. Then, he learns what sets them off. Then, he learns what doesn’t set them off. Then, he learns what they like. It just goes on from there.

Why be part of the canine unit? Well, sentry duty is the least tiring task of all guards.

Plus, it’s still part of the Royal Guard! And when you’re part of the Royal Guard, no one questions much when you appear where you’re not supposed to be. A convenient thing, when you’re spying for usurpers who’s looking to overthrow your brother as Captain of the Royal Guard. The Judgment Hall, the guard’s locker rooms, the cave in Waterfall where suspicious monsters occasionally meet up—Huh?

Of course Mutt never lets himself be seen. Doesn’t stop him from exploring though.

A dog needs its daily walks, after all.

Playhouse Swapfell

I don’t want to tell you much because I want to show it more than to tell it. All I can say is that it’s a mix of both my interpretations of Swapfell and Fellswap!

Thanks for reading <3

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Heaven Official's Blessing: Tian Guan Ci Fu by Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù

Born the crown prince of a prosperous kingdom, Xie Lian was renowned for his beauty, strength, and purity. His years of dedicated study and noble deeds allowed him to ascend to godhood. But those who rise may also fall, and fall he does--cast from the heavens and banished to the world below.

Eight hundred years after his mortal life, Xie Lian has ascended to godhood for the third time, angering most of the gods in the process. To repay his debts, he is sent to the Mortal Realm to hunt down violent ghosts and troublemaking spirits who prey on the living. Along his travels, he meets the fascinating and brilliant San Lang, a young man with whom he feels an instant connection. Yet San Lang is clearly more than he appears… What mysteries lie behind that carefree smile?

Fantasy, romance, xianxia, series

Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites by Joy Demorra

In a world of dwindling hope, love has never mattered more...

Captain Nathan J. Northland had no idea what to expect when he returned home to Lorehaven injured from war, but it certainly wasn't to find himself posted on an island full of vampires. An island whose local vampire dandy lord causes Nathan to feel strange things he'd never felt before. Particularly about fangs.

When Vlad Blutstein agreed to hire Nathan as Captain of the Eyrie Guard, he hadn't been sure what to expect either, but it certainly hadn't been to fall in love with a disabled werewolf. However Vlad has fallen and fallen hard, and that's the problem.

Torn by their allegiances--to family, to duty, and the age-old enmity between vampires and werewolves--the pair find themselves in a difficult situation: to love where the heart wants or to follow where expectation demands.

The situation is complicated further when a mysterious and beguiling figure known only as Lady Ursula crashes into their lives, bringing with her dark omens of death, doom, and destruction in her wake.

And a desperate plea for help neither of them can ignore.

Thrown together in uncertain times and struggling to find their place amidst the rising human empire, the unlikely trio must decide how to face the coming darkness: united as one or divided and alone. One thing is for certain, none of them will ever be the same.

Fantasy, romance, paranormal, series, adult