#all so she could basically be like 'were gonna test you but like. be prepared to test more med combos cause this one might be tricky' LMAO.

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

[bgomtori]

☆ apple cider - c.bg

synopsis -> where the reader doesn't seem to like beomgyu as much as he does, but secretly she actually does.

-> inspired by beabadoobee's apple cider^^ here

-> music major! beomgyu x art major! reader

-> friends to lovers, sunshine x grumpy trope

-> note! yn may be a little cold and dry, but they'll come to realise!! theyre also a bit mean to gyu. do let me know if i missed out anyth! also im testing out different layouts so pls don't mind me 😞🙏

"ynn!~" you groaned under your breath as you heard the familiar sounding voice call you from afar. you placed your pencil down, removing your earphones, looking at the boy that was now standing infront of you.

"i bought food for us." beomgyu said, with his signature grin that's always plastered on his face. he placed some beverages and bread on your table before sitting beside you.

"project again?" beomgyu asked, trying to persuade you to show him the drawings you've been planning on submitting as a mid year project. you nodded your head, biting down on the bread beomgyu bought for you. you sipped your banana milk as you opened your sketchbook, showing him your thought process, and the planning you do in order to come up with your final piece. you noticed at how beomgyu admired each and every one of your drafts, and planned work, you could basically see sparkles in his eyes.

"you're so good at this." beomgyu complimented, smiling shyly at you, you smiled slightly, thanking him before getting up to make your way to your next class down the hallways. this startled beomgyu, causing him to jump at the sudden movement.

"where you going?" beomgyu pouted, he barely spent any time with you, and now you're leaving him just like that.

"i'm heading to art class." you replied nonchalently, about to head out of your classroom. beomgyu quickly shoved down the last piece of bread into his mouth, grabbing the plastic wrappers he left on your table, chasing after you. you heard loud thumping noises and turned to see what was happening, only to see beomgyu standing directly beside you. you raised an eyebrow at him, as if you were asking him what he wanted.

"i'm walking you to art class!" beomgyu patted your shoulder, directing you to the direction of the art studio. beomgyu rambled on about his music major and how much pressure the teacher puts on them, you listened and hummed in response, making sure he thinks that you're listening. beomgyu happily continued his rambling session until you came to a halt, beomgyu paused too, to see what was happening

"thanks gyu, see you later?" you waved at him bye before heading into the art studio, beomgyu sadly waved bye to you as well. as soon as you weren't in sight, beomgyu's face turned red, he covered his face in embarrassment as he ran downstairs to find his friendgroup.

"oh no.. he's back." soobin whispered after noticing beomgyu's presence coming down the stairs to the canteen. the entire table sighed, mentally preparing themselves to hear an earful of things about you.

"i'm gonna kms, she said see you later, and thanked me for walking her to her class." beomgyu squeeled, smacking yeonjun's shoulder for emotional support. yeonjun immediately groaned in annoyance, forcefully removing beomgyu's hand from his shoulder.

"she's so.. perfect.." beomgyu continued, letting out a dreamy sigh, cupping his face with his hand as he thought about you.

"all she did was literally the bare minimum as friends, she doesn't even bat an eye towards you. you're in too deep bro." taehyun sighed, rubbing his forehead. beomgyu tuned him out, not caring about what he said.

"you don't even act like this when we interact with you normally." hueningkai shook his head, disappointed with how much of a simp beomgyu is.

"shut up kai, you guys are a different story." beomgyu glared at huening, before going back to daydream about how he should spend his afterschool time with you.

"we've totally lost him." taehyun murmured, noticing how beomgyu zoned out, looking at the wall that was behind huening with heart eyes.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

for what seemed like forever, classes were finally over, beomgyu quickly packed his stuff and zoomed straight out of his classroom to go to yours. he noticed that your classroom was dim, he thought you'd already left without him, he sulked a little until he heard a familiar voice come from inside, he peaked inside and witnessed a horrid sight

"oh, thank you?" you thanked, smiling the guy that was standing infront of you. you held onto the bouquet of flowers and the box of ferrero rocher chocolates, the guy beamed in happiness when you accepted his gift. beomgyu grimaced at the boy, he disliked this feeling of jealousy. furthermore, why did you smile at him so brightly when you barely smile at beomgyu? beomgyu's mind was in chaos.

"uhm, i really appreciate it.. but i want to prioritise my studies first." you replied to the boy's confession, you could see his expression falter, but he still thanked you for your honest reply and left the classroom. you watched as he left, before placing the flowers and chocolates down on your table, opening your bag to pack them in. beomgyu pouted, he turned around and walked down the stairs, stridding towards the main gate.

"i know i've heard stuff about yn not wanting a relationship, but i never thought it'd be true.. fuckk, my chance with her is decreasing every minute." beomgyu mumbled to himself as he took small steps, people around him could sense his sad demeanor. beomgyu took out his phone and earphones, placing them in his ear as he played his playlist.

on the other hand, you felt like something was wrong, you thought that maybe it was the weather, and quickly left your classroom. while walking down the stairs, you checked the timing on when your bus would arrive. 2 minutes. your eyes widened, the next bus would take another 15 minutes to arrive, you immediately sprinted towards the bus stop.

beads of sweat trickled down your forehead, you cursed the hot weather, panting for oxygen. you looked up to see beomgyu sitting on the bench, listening to music on his earphones while looking into the scenary. now it hit you, beomgyu usually picked you up from class after school, but today he didn't. beomgyu had already noticed your presence however he decided to ignore it, he can't face you knowing that you wont reciprocate his feelings. he knew that he can't change your feelings, but he really wanted to finally be yours.

"beomgyu?" you called out, he turned his head to face you, you were about to say something to him but the bus had already arrived. beomgyu stood up and walked towards the entrance of the bus, pretending like he didn't notice you. this wasn't like him at all. you tapped your card, following behind beomgyu, you noticed that he took the outer seat, already dozing off in the comfort of the bus. hence, you assumed that he didn't want you to be seated next to him. you sat in the seat directly behind him, you pulled out your phone and bit your innercheek. why was he acting like that? he was usually clingy around you, did you do something wrong? you were sulking, that was unlike you, you didn't really care. you opened your messaging app, tapping on yunjin's contact.

yn ☆ : he's avoiding me.. but why do i feel uneasy

yunjin !! : oh my god, is this the time where i tell you this??

yn ☆ : tell me what?

yunjin !! : you like him.

yn ☆ : ?? no i dont??

you furrowed your eyebrows, no you didn't like him, you promised yourself to prioritise your studies first before a relationship.

yunjin !! : bro, you're in denial. you like him but you're avoiding the fact that you do indeed like him.

yn ☆ : what are you saying..

yunjin !! : look, you feel upset over the fact that he's avoiding you, you always wait for him in your classroom to find you during break. you even agreed to hang out with him despite you hating interactions with men after your ex did you dirty

yn ☆ : oh..

yn ☆ : well i don't even like him that much..

yunjin !! : mhm..?

you looked up from your phone and stared at the boy seated right infront of you. you recalled what yunjin messaged you, you felt your cheeks grow warm. maybe you did actually like him but you never realised it, you mentally slapped yourself, you've been so dry and cold to him, you just wanted to protect yourself from hurting again, but you fell for someone that might actually prove to you that it wouldn't hurt to love again.

yn ☆ : wait.. i do, fuck

yunjin !! : finally you came to your senses, oh my god, now go talk to him and sort things out. goodluck!

yn ☆ : im so nervous.. seen

your bus finally stopped at where you and beomgyu would usually stop at, you left the bus, following behind him. you noticed that he was about to walk in the opposite direction of you, you quickly chased him down and grabbed a hold of his arm. beomgyu's eyes widened as he saw you grabbing onto him, catching your breath while looking up to him with desperate eyes. he felt his heart racing at the interaction as he removed one side of his earbud.

"can we talk? please." you pleaded, pulling beomgyu towards a less crowded area. beomgyu had many thoughts racing through his mind, why do you want to suddenly talk to him? did you finally notice that he liked you and want to reject him?

"why are you avoiding me.." you asked, looking down to your feet, your hands clutching onto beomgyu's uniform shirt. nothing came out of beomgyu's mouth, he wasn't sure as well, his thoughts got to him.

"i.. i finally came to realise that i actually like you, more than i wanted to. i didn't realise at first until today, but now i think i've been giving quite a lot of hint's that i had feelings for you." you confessed, your cheeks growing warm. beomgyu couldn't believe his ears, what? what were you saying, didn't you want to prioritise your studies first?

"in what way did you.." beomgyu asked, he felt himself going haywire, the tip of his ears growing red

"remember you said you liked the jacket i always wore, i don't know if you noticed, but i subconsciously wore it more so that you'd like me." you said, your eyes darting away from his shocked gaze.

"i say that i prioritise my studies over relationship, cause i was scared of hurting again.. but i kind of realised that it's really nice to talk to you, and i'm comfortable around you. you kinda proved to me that there's hope in loving again? so, let's give this thing a try? " you stated, finally asking him whether you could try a relationship with him.

"i've been waiting for you yn." beomgyu smiled, pulling you into a tight hug. you shrieked in shock, but slowly wrapped your arms around his waist, you could feel his heartbeat racing.

"sorry for avoiding you.. my feelings got to me, but i'll prove to you that i won't hurt you, and i'd slowly make your heart whole again." beomgyu reassured you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, you beamed at him as he intertwined your hands with his, walking you to your home.

"also throw away those flowers, i don't want that boy's stuff hanging around in your house." beomgyu mumbled out loud, you chuckled at him.

"you're jealous aren't you." you teased him, nudging him slightly, beomgyu looked at you in shock,

"shut up, i wasn't."

you hummed in suspicion, teasing him more, he pouted as you joked around with him further. you reached your doorstep, as you bidded him goodbye, you gave him a quick peck on his cheek before heading into your cozy home. beomgyu held onto his cheek as his face turned into a bright hue of pink, he screamed internally, scurring off to his home nearby, opening the boys' groupchat, about to tell them the big news.

[transfemzedaph]

idea that definitely hasnt been living in my brain:

joel totally, 100%, does NOT have a massive crush on zedaph. zedaph, who he's heard a lot of things about but, but nothing could've prepared him for how blummin' cute he is, for goodness sake-- what. what? don't look at him like that. it's nothing. shut up.

(hope u like this even if u dont write smth for it DJBDJD)

i fucking loved this ask so much <3. i transed joel & zeds genders. bc im me. also the end is meh & i dont know what grians base looks like and i do not care

-

Of course Joel had heard about Zedaph, how could they not have. There was the rest of ZITS in the life series, Skizz specifically when he found out the both of them were joining, and of course Grians run down of all of the hermits. The basic gist of it was she's weird in a cool way and makes creative and useless but fun machines, which honestly, Joel thought sounded really awesome. Redstone was fine and all but they did tend to think most redstoners were way too serious about the whole thing.

So when Joel was invited over to be the first person to test Zeds newest thing, they were excited!

What none of any of his friends had told them, was how flippin cute she was. And yeah maybe Joel ended up stumbling over their words more than usual whilst hanging out, and yeah maybe they were a little bit distracted from the game? activity? workout? whatever it was, Joel was a bit distracted because they kept watching Zed.

Joel rushes their goodbyes and runs off back home, laying face down on the floor of their newly built home, void they should have put some furniture in already.

Grian wanders over and lets out a little snort at the sight of Joel, who just groans and rolls over, propping themself up a bit,

"This is all your fault."

Grian just stares.

Joel locks eyes with him face scrunching, "You didn't tell me she was cute."

Grian, promptly bursts out laughing.

"Gri, no, this isn't funny. This is serious. And she's gonna think I'm an idiot now and it's all your fault!"

Grian's still laughing.

Joel sits then self up and crosses their arms indignantly, "Are you done?"

Grian's giggling a bit when he replies, "You've got it so bad! For a blonde! Again! You have a type sooo bad."

Joel kicks their leg out towards Grian, grumbling slightly, "Yeah well, you're blonde but you're ugly and I hate you. So there."

Grian sits himself down next to Joel, bumping their shoulder with his own as he does.

"Honestly I bet Zed loved hanging out with you. Don't worry yeah? And at least next time you can compose yourself before you hang out."

Joel leans their head on Grians shoulder.

"Yeah." They sigh, picking at their fingernails, before mumbling "Think 'm just overthinking it cause of being new 'n all that. Just dont wanna make anyone hate me."

Grian scoffs, "No one is going to hate you, and you know Skizz, and probably Tango and Impulse as well, have all talked to Zed about you? Why do you think she invited you to hang out?"

Joel hums.

"To me it seems like she was also trying to impress you too, showing off what she made?"

Joel blushes, halfheartedly giving Grian a little shove, "Shut up."

-

It's a couple of days later when Joel barges into Grians house, "I have an excuse to go visit Zed!"

Grian sighs, "And you had to come and tell me about this? Right now?"

Joel takes in the scene, Mumbo, standing next to a coffee machine, his moustache looking very lackluster, Grian almost curled up on his stool, hands clasped around a mug.

Joel winces, "Uh, what time is it?"

"Too early for this nonsense, shoo." Grian lazily waves one hand in Joels general direction to usher them away.

Joel grumbles to themself as they walk away, "Whatever, Grian doesn't get to know my really cool and awesome plan of going over and saying that we need to beat Impulse and Tangos high score without being a bit cheaty like they were. Which is the best plan ever."

[freshlove-sturn]

HELP ME OUT? PT 8

pt 1 p2 pt3 pt4 pt5 p6 pt7 pt8

chris sturniolo × fem reader

pink- reader

orange- chris

summary: chris is falling behind in english. he knows he has to get in grade in check before his big lacrosse game, or else coach will bench him. so what better idea than to reach out to the smart girl who sits in front of him in class? after all, it's just a little help... right?

a/n: this chapters kinda spicy 😋 it’s not smut tho. i’m not talented enough for allat ✊😖

readers pov

chris stands behind me at my locker, arms held out waiting for me to hand him things to carry for me to class.

“chris i can carry these things myself you know” i tell him as he grabs the notebooks and my laptop from my hands.

“i know you can but i don’t want you to. i want to do it for you.” he responds and i smile.

“are you ready for this test?” i ask. today was the big test in english that i’ve been preparing chris for. the test that would determine if he played on friday.

“yeah i think i got it. i’ll be fine. are you ready?” he looks down at me as we start walking to class. i was pleased to hear that he was at least a bit confident in himself about the test. i wanted him to be able to play more than he himself probably did.

“yeah i’m ready. i’m a bit nervous though.” i admit. honestly, i wasn’t really retaining any information for myself as i studied with chris. all i could think about was him. how pretty he looked, how much i loved the feeling of his lips, how blue his eyes were, how soft his hair was, basically everything but the topic at hand.

“hey y/n/n don’t be nervous. you’re gonna do great. i know you will.” he laced his fingers in mine and gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. i smile at him.

our hands drop from on another’s grasp as we walk into the classroom, careful to not let anyone see our them interlocked. we weren’t official. there weren’t any labels. we hadn’t really even talked about it. sure we flirt and kiss, but there was never a name attached to it. i knew what i wanted, but i didn’t know what chris wanted. i’d be lying if i said it hadn’t been eating at me since the moment he pressed his lips to mine for the very first time that night at the beach. but i suppressed those feelings, scared that if i were to say anything, it would scare him away. i didn’t want to lose what i had with chris.

chris sets my things down on my desk, sitting down beside me in the spot that he had claimed as his own.

the teacher tells us to get silent as she passes us our tests. i shoot chris an encouraging smile and a thumbs up. he looks around quickly before blowing me a kiss, a goofy smile spreading across his face. i smile and roll my eyes at him.

once everyone has their tests, we are instructed to begin.

i turn in my test 10 minutes before the bell. i look over at chris and see that he’s still working. god i hope passes. in my eyes, he was the most deserving of a good grade. chris sturniolo deserved the world.

just as the bell rings, chris gets up and turns in his test. i wait for him by the door.

“i actually think i did really good. i knew like all of that shit” he says as he approaches me.

“that’s good! i’m glad. i need something to do friday.” i smile.

“wait what are you doing friday?” he furrows his brows at me confused.

“watching you play silly.” i laugh.

“oh yeah. i need to remember to bring you my jersey again.”

“how about i stop by tonight and grab it?” i suggest

“yeah. i’d like that.” he agrees.

“oh yeah?” i can barely get it out before chris pulls me into the janitors closet we were passing by.

“chris what are you-“ my words get cut off by his lips on mine.

i smile and return the kiss.

“sorry, almost forgot what your lips feel like” he whispers against my forehead before planting a soft kiss to it.

“did that jog your memory?” i raise my eyebrow at him.

“not quite. i think i might need another one just to be sure” he leans in and i press a finger against his lips.

“chris im gonna be late to my next class.” i giggle.

“fine. we can do some more jogging later when you come over.” he tells me and i blush.

chris leaves the closet first. knocking on the door to let me know when it’s safe for me to come out. we go out separate ways down the hallway to our next class.

-

chris didn’t have practice today so i was able to come over to his house right after school. he meets me at his front door and lets me in.

we go upstairs to his room, and he shuts the door behind us.

“here’s this” he tosses me his jersey.

“thanks.” i smile.

“now where were we?” he grabs me by my waist, pulling me into him as he leans down to my face, ghosting his lips right over mine. “ah, right about here” he smirks before pressing his lips to mine.

the kiss was slow, hungry, and passionate. our tongues fighting for dominance, his winning of course. he gently lays me down on his bed and hovers over me, his arms at the side of my head, supporting his body weight.

“you’re so beautiful y/n” he says as he leans back down and connects our lips.

his lips travel from my lips down to my jaw, and then down my neck.

“mm chris don’t leave marks” i tell him. my parents would kill me if i came home with a hickey. i couldn’t even imagine how it would be at school.

“i won’t” he assured me. i feel his smile against my neck. nipping at the skin ever so gently, and then going back over with his tongue.

he moves his lips right under my ear and sucks gently, a moan escaped my lips. so that’s where my sweet spot is.

i feel him smirk against me. “you like that?”

i just hum in response. i couldn’t even form words. i move my hands up underneath his shirt, dragging them up and down, slowly against his back.

the undeniable heat that was growing between my legs was getting harder and harder to ignore as he took my bottom lip between his teeth. i squeeze my legs together, desperate for any sort of friction. i’ve never felt like that before.

that was one of the many things i liked about chris. he made me feel things that were once foreign to me prior to ever meeting him.

i wrap my legs around his waist, flipping us over so i was now straddling him.

chris pov

my eyes widen slightly at the new position we were in. she smiles down at me and leans back in, our lips connecting.

my hands travel from the side of her face down to her hips, resting just above the waistband of her pants.

i feel her hips grind against me and my breathe hitches in my throat.

“fuck. don’t do that” i groan. feeling myself grow underneath her.

“oh my god i’m sorry did i hurt you?” she looks scared.

i laugh at her obliviousness “no you didn’t hurt me”

“oh okay” she still sounds confused, but connect our lips again.

with every slight movement of hers, i feel myself getting harder. part of me was embarrassed of the effect she had on me, but i also couldn’t get enough of her.

once her pelvic bone meets mine again, a moan falls from my mouth. i grab her hips to steady her.

i knew i couldn’t let this go any further. i didn’t want to corrupt her in anyway. i mean shit, she just had her first kiss. i didn’t want to throw her into something like this so quickly, so i pull my lips away from her.

“why’d you stop?” i found it hard to believe that she couldn’t feel me underneath her. i could tell by the sound of her voice. she just wanted to hear me say it.

i push her hips down slightly. “i know you feel that.” i tell her.

i watch her face turn red, she doesn’t say anything. just giggles.

she moves to get off of me, her hand brushing right over the bulge in my pants. i knew she did it on purpose by the way she grinned up at me.

“well, i think i’m gonna get going.” she picks up the jersey that had fallen to the floor during our endeavors.

“i’ll see you tomorrow” i tell her, grabbing a pillow and placing it over my crotch.

“bye chris” she says before giving me a peck on my lips and leaving my room.

she was going to be the death of me.

a/n: HEHE I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS

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[hanluex]

♡ GOLDFISH ATTENTION SPAN — GAR LOGAN

gar x gn!reader | wc : 1.3k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, boarding school au, tooth-rotting fluff, petnames (love, honey), tutor to bestie to lover, essays and math x_x, a kiss scene (omg scandalous ik)

“hi, i’m y/n. thanks for offering to tutor me. i really hope it’s no trouble.”

you bowed politely as the green-haired male entered your dorm, greeting you with a cute smile which made your heart skip a beat — or maybe two.

“i’m garfield logan, but you can call me gar! and it’s no trouble, really! anything for a classmate.” he waved off your thanks, taking a seat as he prepared his things. “miss watson says you have the potential to get a scholarship to sheffield university.”

“oh? did she?”

“she’s said the same thing to me, too. let’s study hard and get into sheffield together!”

a smile adorned your face at the male’s words, finding his enthusiasm totally contagious. you always had issues with focusing, resulting in you zoning out during lessons, and thus, missing out on the work. all the student tutors your teacher recommended were never this excited to work with you, and it made you think if things with this tutor would be any different.

will you give up on me halfway, just like the others, gar logan?

it was one week of tutoring you, and gar logan was still showing up for your lessons. there wasn’t much progress, but gar would not give up that easily.

“this is pointless. drafting a ten-thousand-word essay is pointless. i can’t deal with this now … or ever. i’ll just become a stri–” you whined, surprised when gar threw himself against you, slapping his hand over your mouth as he widened his eyes in horror.

“not in the library, y/n! have a filter, would you?!” he scolded, playfully flicking your forehead. “you can do this, okay? trust me.” gar slowly took his hand away from your mouth, giving you an encouraging smile as he nodded.

you returned the smile. “i trust you. thanks for helping me out, gar,” you thanked, linking your arms with his as you looked over the books on the table. “if i’m gonna pass this test, it’s gonna be because of you.”

“we haven’t started studying yet, y/n.” he chuckled, shaking his head. “let’s just go through the work today and see what areas you don’t understand, okay?” gar smiled, ruffling your hair at the way you looked at him. “and if you understand the basics well, i’ll let you use my pretty colored pens you like to make your notes,” he explained, earning a grin from you.

“yes, score! let’s get started!”

gar traced the words with his pencil. “yep, so when the positive moves to the other side like this, it becomes a negative. but if it just moves within, it remains positive,” he explained, looking at you to make sure you were listening.

he snickered at the way you were leaning your head on your hand, eyes fluttered close. if there was one thing he learnt within the two weeks of tutoring you, it was that you had the attention span of a goldfish — and you could sleep anywhere at any time.

and just like he did normally, gar reached out to pat your head, running his fingers through your hair to wake you up. you sheepishly smiled as your eyes opened, meeting gar’s kind gaze and apologizing softly before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“are you getting enough sleep, y/n?” he inquired, a tinge of worry clear in his tone as he looked at you. “you’ve been falling asleep during our lessons a lot these days.”

your brows furrowed, the question taking you off guard. your tutors rarely cared about you — only scolding you when you fell asleep during lessons before complaining to your teacher and giving up.

“i’ve been getting the night shifts at work, and the early morning classes don’t help, so i’m struggling a little,” you replied, looking at your book when you felt gar’s eyes on you. “nothing big, though!” you waved it off, tracing random numbers as you pretended to study.

“do you have work today, too?” gar inquired, his smile never fading, even for a second. “you have an exam tomorrow, you know? we can’t have my y/n falling asleep in the middle of their exam.” he laughed, avoiding the playful punch you threw his way.

“i do. in three hours, actually.”

“i’ll cover your shift for you. just stay home and study.”

your eyes widened at his words, shaking your head vigorously as you declined his offer. “no, no. it’s completely fine!” you waved your hands. “i won’t fall asleep. i’ll down three espressos as soon as i wake up. you don’t have to do that.”

“i wasn’t offering, love.” gar chuckled, poking the side of your head. “i was telling you. i will cover your shift so you can study and get some rest before the exam.” despite the smile on his face, his strict tone told you there was no arguing with him.

“alright, alright.” you surrendered, nudging the male when he smiled victoriously. “thank you, gar. i owe you one.” you leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek as a token of gratitude.

“if that’s your way of thanking me, i would’ve taken up your shift two weeks ago.”

“y/n … honey, when was the last time you left your desk?” a very concerned gar would ask when he came to see you after coming back.

your assignment was due in two weeks, and gar was an absolute angel in helping you out through every step. so when the weekend came where he was supposed to visit home, you urged him to focus on his family for the two days, letting him know you could handle the work — after all, you had a lot of time.

well, unluckily for you, the two days without gar were when everything went downhill.

your teacher sent everyone an email stating they were collecting the assignments after the weekend, before also mentioning a few more pointers that needed to be included in order to get a passing grade on your assignment.

but of course, you being you, didn’t want to interrupt gar’s weekend with his family, so you took up everything yourself, pulling constant all-nighters to work on the assignment that was due the next day.

“i don’t know. you should ask miss watson,” you grumbled under your breath, typing furiously on your laptop. “she’s the reason i’m stuck at my desk, anyway.”

gar sighed, noting the red splotches on your wrist, realizing you were forcing yourself to stay awake by pinching yourself. his gaze darted towards the orange medicine container and the countless power drinks that littered the floor.

“y/n, take a break now. i’m here, right? let’s just rest for an hour.”

you shook your head, scoffing as the thought of resting sounded ridiculous to you. “no, i can’t just ‘rest’, gar! my teacher thought it was logical to pull back a deadline by two weeks and add even more pointers. i need to do well if i have to get into sheffield with you, and i know i’m lacking but–” you blabbered, anxious about the deadline that was approaching with each passing minute.

before you could register it, gar held your face between his hands, pulling you closer as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. the kiss was over before you knew it, eyes wide as gar looked at you with a nervous smile.

“i’ll stay up with you and help you with the assignment.” he promised, softly grasping your hands, his smile widening when you didn’t deny his touch. “just take a break for an hour, that’s all.”

“y-you are just gonna act all normal with me?” you avoided his gaze, pretending to be annoyed with the way the male kept smiling at you. “after what you just did?”

gar grinned, pulling on your hands so your face was closer to his. “why? do you want more of that?” he asked, laughing when you pushed him away. “i didn’t want to do it like this, but i really like you, y/n.”

“i really like you too, gar. and i’ve never been more thankful for my goldfish attention span since i met you because of it.”

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[dykevanny]

idk if you’ve talked about this before but what do u think nessa’s childhood was like? bcuz there’s the whole implied daddy issues and abuse AND the fact that her dad made her make him sound better in court so he would get custody and then her mom died (is that what happened? i might be wrong i havent listened to the tapes in a while) but basically im wondering what u think her childhood was like or at least what ur interpretation of it is

SMILES :) HI

I do in fact think her father was abusive and forced her to lie abt her mom in court which lead to her suicide. I think Vanessa was raised catholic,, she was sort of an accident and ness’s mom got pregnant before she and bill were married so the two of them kinda had to . Prepare unexpectedly. Bill has mixed feelings on having a bastard daughter, but ness’s mom doesn’t really care and loves her kid so much. She’s trying her best,,

Bill has some other issues fun fact !! He presents himself as this great upstanding citizen with a wonderful life and morals, he sends his daughter to catholic school, his wife is a stay at home mom, he’s got a nice office job, you know. He’s also got a nasty drinking problem though, and takes out his anger at his self-perceived dead-end life on his wife, and rarely vanessa. Oh no :( … eventually!! Ness’s mom is like damn you know what. Just sitting in this hell marriage is not gonna protect me or my child at all I need to divorce this man . Anddddd we all know what happened then 💀 bill got full custody from flipping the entire story to make her seem like the villain- and who’s the judge gonna believe, the frantic woman or the widely-liked guy and the crying kid testifying? Anyways yeah Vanessa entirely blamed herself and thinks she killed her mom. She was the one to find the body actually. Her father only got worse and more controlling, and eventuallyyyy she split! Originally her alter called itself Vanny (which is why she doesn’t like being called that by malhare much later) and vanny was lik e . Ohhhmygod we need to get OUT of here. So after some saving up and preparing (and after a few very big fights that resulted in some nasty bruises) 15-year-old Nessie and Vanny ran away! Skipped town even. She camped out with an online friend for a while, and bounced around until finally at age 18 xe could buy xeir own shitty little apartment … and next year she got a job beta testing a video game..! So um yeah <3 the minute she got full autonomy and settled into a fairly comfy living situation everything got flipped on it’s head and she went through daddy issues THE SEQUEL with our good friend william ‘malhare’ afton .

[cmkren]

“You say I want to be Your Girlfriend! It wasn’t really in my plans…”

— girlfriend; Hemlocke Springs

;Usagi Yuzuha x Fem + AFAB! Reader hcs

Usagi relationship headcanons where you two are both silly and goofy— that’s it, that’s the post. Basically how you two get together! Romance blossoming in the Borderlands, what a strange turn of events…

a/n; i am coping rn cause i have a maths chapter test in like 9 hours and i am not prepared im so bad at math. Anyways this is just gonna be some fluff. ♥️♥️♥️ very messy post because im super tired tho,,,

So… who’d be the first one to confess? 🤔

Read to find out !! 😋

Jk its kinda both of you but mainly Usagi

You two would probably meet early on, maybe in the tag game where the two of you catch each other’s eye and agree to travel together <3

You’d be there by Usagi’s side as you both live day by day, and when you find the sweaty lookin’ guy from the Tag game lying on the ground all depressed you two kind of take him in

Like

You two mama birds just kinda adopt the guy

Usagi ends up taking care of most of the hunting while you do mostly everything else

You’re the one who tries to force feed Arisu even when he refused it

Usagi kept you from choking the poor guy.

Y’all are basically tied at the hip tho

Which also soon includes Arisu

(But you n Usagi are closer shh dont tell him that)

Things pretty much stay the same between you two until y’all arrive at The Beach (cue thunder strike)

With this whole sort of place that seems like it was capable of running actual electricity and shit you wanted to do smth special!!

“Do you think we can use their kitchen?!”

“Y/N we’re literally duct taped to chairs right now.”

“She’s got a point though Usagi— I’m kinda craving like… cookies.”

That was the small talk the three of you had before the whole dramatic intro of the Beach and its top goobers

After that whole shenanigan, you and Usagi insist on sharing the same room

It was just a lot more comfortable for the two of you

This place gave you the creeps ngl

That meant a lot of late night talks

Well, as many as y’all got before shit hit the fan again

You two always talked about what you’d do when you finally get to leave. Visit each other every day, maybe even get a place together? Usagi couldn’t bare to live in her old place ever since her father disappeared

You knew everything about that as well

Just from the few months you two shared together, you guys knew a lot about each other

You even promised her that you’d help her get back into climbing

Maybe indoor climbing first for you though

The more you two spent time with one another though, the more the two of you caught yourself… lingering

Whether it be longing looks or touches, it’d always be done subconsciously and end up with someone a little flustered

Arisu caught on though and asked wtf was going on

You, of course, blew him off

After the hearts game though, you two immediately ran for each other

Both battered and bruised, you clung to her as she scanned you over for anything that might have been fatal

Usagi cries out in relief to see that you’re okay

“Where were you? Where were you? What would I do with myself if I lost you too? What would I do? I can’t lose a person I love—”

That made you sit up.

“You— you love me?”

Usagi couldn’t help but let out a choked smile to see that incredulous expression on your face

Well she can’t really deny it, can she?

You could only hug her tighter with tears welling in your eyes, the pain of everyone that’d been slaughtered would only remain in all of you forever but maybe the seeds of healing had already been planted for you two as you pressed a kiss against her cheek

You two were peas in a pod.

You protected those you loved, worked together to achieve your goals

And when Usagi struggled to understand why going back to the real world would be any better than the world they were forced to fight to live in, you couldn’t understand

But you tried to

The strong woman you’d grown so used to seeing so level headed hid in your arms as she held back tears

Listening to every pained doubt, choked out words

You were there for her

And no doubt, she’d hold you taut against her whenever you needed it too.

You helped Usagi get over her doubts and fears of returning to the living world, ensuring her that she wouldn’t be alone in dealing with her troubles

And that— not if— but when you two return, you’ll celebrate like you’ve never before

[startheskeletons]

Sorry if Im bothering you but now that we have seen Big Mamas reaction to the kids, how did Splinter and the other turtles react???

Honestly could see Donnie being the one who says he doesnt like them around but never turns down the offer to babysit xD

Sorry for the late response!! I’ve been drawing a lot

But honestly it was different for each kid Raph and Shino had!

Artemisia!

-Splinter was absolutely over the moon for his first grandchild. He definitely used the “out of the way, #1 grandpa coming through” whenever Artie was in the lair. Since she was definitely an easy baby, Splinter had no trouble holder her for naps, especially when watching his programs

-Leo was mostly amused that his brother basically copy and pasted himself, because Artie looked exactly like Raph. However whenever he got the chance and saw that no one was around he would tell the baby little stories about her familyBut then the moment someone walks in he holds the baby like a football

-Donnie was not sure how he was going to feel about a baby in the lair, mostly he was worried that his tech wouldn’t be allowed around them. But he was happy to find out how easy it was with Artie, happily placing her in a special play pin in his lab while working. Not to mention he would shamelessly steal those little baby cereal snacks that Shino packed, because those were delicious

-Mikey was excited the moment he found out he was gonna be an uncle. Doing all the research he could on babies and the like, he basically was the most prepared one for when Artie actually arrived. If Splinter wasn’t the one holding the baby… it was definitely Mikey.

Tsuruko

-Splinter was expecting another easy baby…. That was not the case. Cocoa was a screamer and had a resting bitch face with anyone who wasn’t her mom. Splinter still held her but he definitely needed earplugs just so he wouldn’t lose his hearing. He was more then happy to keep it at two grandkids from Raph after that.

- Leo also used earplugs with Cocoa, however with years of dealing with his dad’s snorting trained him for this. Leo definitely had the most fun messing with Cocoa because she was a very durable baby, he could just carry her by the back of the shirt and she would be fine

- Donnie…. Was actually able to calm Cocoa down. The baby absolutely adored her uncle and would cling to him the moment he held her. She even fell asleep in his loud laboratory, watching him with big eyes as he worked. Donnie rubbed it in everyone’s face how he was able to quiet the baby. But his favorite thing was that Cocoa actually listened to his scientific ramblings

-Mikey was scared of Cocoa… plain and simple… and he had good reason to be

Anansi

- Splinter was very scared on how the new baby would be… thankfully she was very calm… but she was a bitter… and she was born with sharp fangs… that Splinter learned about the hard way. He still loved her but wore gardening gloves while holding her

-Leo gave his brother shit for having three kids after saying he would only have two. However Leo still loved his niece, making her watch all the Jupiter Jim movies with him… because she was a baby and had no say in the matter. But she would watch them all intently tho

-Donnie found himself amused by the fact that the baby had powers that no one really figured out until they happened. So he made tech that could get the baby off the ceiling when she crawled up there and withstand her strong bite. If anything she became a test subject for him and Tsuruko’s projects

-Mikey and Ana immediately formed a bond the moment they met. Ana loved the paintings and stickers her uncle made, and Mikey loved how happy his work made his niece. You can always find the baby climbing onto the back of Mikey’s shell, snoozing or drawing on it with crayons. Mikey was even able to teach Ana how to walk, mostly because she fallowed him all around the lair

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 2

Episode 16: Twin Henrys

~The Man Cave~

Ray had decided that the time had come for Charlotte to learn some self-defence moves and as such, he was jumping around a crash mat with (y/n). The teen girl was bound to come into danger at some point and she knew nothing about defending herself, so here they were. (y/n) had reluctantly agreed to help him demonstrate some basic moves, as long as he promised not to go too hard on her. He laughed at that, of course, he wouldn't hurt her, but he wouldn't be soft either since she needed to learn too.

The thing that convinced her though was the sight of Ray in his tight sleeveless tank top and his beefy arms and upon seeing them, she scuttled off to pull on some gym clothes too.

Charlotte and Schwoz rolled their eyes when they saw how he drooled at her outfit and a sharp smack on his arm brought him back to reality as she scurried down the sprocket stairs.

"Let's do this thing." (y/n) smiled and joined him on the mat, preparing herself to kick some ass. She knew she wasn't the best fighter in the world and even with her superpower, she wouldn't last long in a brawl if some asshole beat her down.

"Okay, Charlotte, if your attacker has a weapon, you want to confuse him—" Ray started, making sure to keep himself moving as his girl stood so beautifully behind him. His theory was that the more he moved and fought, the less he'd think about her hips.

"—Or her." The young woman interrupted, not wanting to limit villains to just guys. There were some badass girls out there too.

"Or her, with some rapid hand movements. (y/n/n), act like you're gonna blast me." Ray instructed her and she untucked her small, hand-held blaster from the elastic of her leggings.

"Okay...pew, pew!" She giggled, pointing the gun at her friend and pulling an angry face like she was a big, scary, hairy, smelly villain. Ray chuckled at her antics but refocused quickly when he remembered that he was trying to give a lesson.

"Okay, now..." (y/n) gave him a blank stare as he waved his hands frantically in front of her face in an attempt to blind her or something. It didn't work, she wasn't stunned or anything, just mildly confused and if she was some evil goon, she'd probably think he was a moron. 

Still, she let him grab the blaster from her hand and he threw it onto the mat. The poor woman let out a squeal as he gently placed his hands on her shoulders and rolled back so she was catapulted onto the floor. It wasn't painful, but it certainly knocked the wind out of her as she landed in a heap on the edge of the map.

Ray stood up and dusted himself off, basking in the admiration of Schwoz and Charlotte as they sat on stools on the sideline. To be fair, it was an impressive move. Seeing that (y/n) was groaning, he quickly stepped to her side and offered a gentlemanly hand to help her up, which she readily accepted.

"Okay, Charlotte, you try," Ray told the young girl, ignoring the way he had a perfect view of (y/n)'s cleavage as she stood up. His mother would kill him for thoughts like that, so he shook them away before he could delve deeper into his desire.

"No, thank you." The girl shook her head, not liking the idea of getting all sweaty as she tried to lift a grown woman over her head and honestly, (y/n) didn't like it either. 

"Why do I have to be the one who gets beaten up?" She protested and her frown grew even deeper as she watched Ray walk over to Charlotte without a word and pick her up so he could dump her on the mat. Looks like they were fighting after all.

"I'll fight Charlotte, you go sit down, sweet girl." The large man gave her a charming smile and (y/n) stumbled to Charlotte's stool with shaky legs. She wasn't sure how much longer she could take being just his friend, times like this always tested her resilience to his attractiveness and she felt like she was reaching the end of her rope. All it would take was one thing to plunge her into the unknown.

"I don't need to learn how to fight," Charlotte told him, believing that she had more than enough skills to take care of herself. She was tough and resourceful, this was just a waste of her time.

"Sure you do. Now, I'm gonna teach you the yoink manoeuvre. Try knock me down, try know me down..." Ray taunted her as he drifted from side to side. The two adults watching smirked in amusement as he riled up the teen; if only he knew that Charlotte could would any grown man's ass easy-peasy. 

"Come on, Charlotte—" He mumbled, thinking she was gonna try and punch him or something. But no, Charlotte wasn't about getting her hands dirty, so she just picked up the discarded blaster from earlier and blasted him in the chest.

"Wait—" Ray's protests died when the force of the laser sent him flying back onto the mat as his handyman and best friend laughed. (y/n), being the nice girl she was, tried to be subtle, but Schwoz didn't care, so he was pointing and cackling along with Charlotte. 

"What was that?" Ray asked as the burning sensation on his chest fizzled out. Now, he felt stupid.

"You just got yoinked!" Charlotte gloated at him with a giggle and shot a few victory shots up into the air as her boss got back to his feet. 

"Awww, your face!" (y/n) laughed, her attempts to smother her amusement thrown out of the window. There were tears in her eyes and her cheeks were red, meaning that to Ray, being blasted in the chest wasn't so bad since it got her to laugh like that.

"Okay, I finished test firing all the rockets! They all work...but now we need new rockets." Henry announced as he came down from the sprocket. He wondered why (y/n) looked so flushed and giggly, but said nothing. It was probably something Ray-related and he didn't want to know any details.

"(y/n), are you going in the showers?" Ray asked the young woman as she wandered over to him, a pleasant smile still plastered on her face. With so many endorphins in her bloodstream and being so close to him, she couldn't help but feel like a happy drunk, smiley and wobbly as she put a hand on his shoulder. Instinctively, his arm went around her waist and he gulped when she looked up at him (seductively, in his opinion) through her eyelashes.

"Nah, I wanna stay here." She replied, happily leaning her head against his bicep. She didn't care if his arm was a bit sticky from all the working out, she just wanted an excuse to feel his muscles working under bare skin.

"Hey, you pumped for the big fight tonight?" Ray asked his sidekick, who ignored how touchy they were being. Ever since Ray had nearly frozen to death, they had been particularly close to each other and were less caring about being seen cuddling up together.

"The--The big what?" Henry stuttered, having no clue what he was on about.

"The big fight on TV tonight." Schwoz reworded as he munched on his popcorn. He was definitely looking forward to watching it.

"Shelley Cratch against Carla Dexter?" Charlotte clarified and the names awakened Henry's muscle memory and he was suddenly aware of what they were talking about.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah, yeah. I totally forgot about that. Oh, man. The fight's gonna be so go—aw, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, dang it!" Henry cursed, firing a laser at the empty seat next to Schwoz, where the little man's popcorn was resting.

"Ahhhh! You blasted my poopcorn!" He yelled in his weird accent as he stared sadly at the melted bowl. The sweet snack was nothing more than ash now.

"Okayyyy, let me have that. What's gotten you so upset?" (y/n) asked, slowly taking the gun from Henry's hands so there'd be no more damage. 

"Man, I gotta go home. My Uncle Hair-Neck's in town for a dumb, stupid family dinner." The boy sulked, not seeing how amused Ray and (y/n) were by his nickname for his uncle.

"Your uncle what-now?" She asked with a smile on her face, but it soon dropped as the large man behind her removed his hand from around her hip and began to complain.

"No, no, no, no!" He exclaimed, seeing the predicament as a humongous disaster. 

"We have to watch the fight here, together," Charlotte said. That was the plan, to have a Man Cave family night-in to watch the fight, but now, it was going down the river.

"Yeah, I spent ninety-nine dollars on the pay-per-view!" Ray whined and his words were news to (y/n), who didn't know the fight cost that much.

"Sorry, you spent how much on one damn fight? And don't sweet girl me!" She gave him a serious look and pointed a stern finger in his face. No wonder she was always making cuts in other areas of the budget if he was splashing their money about like that.

"Sweet girl..." He pouted and gave her his best cutesy eyes, which, as always, melted her heart and she couldn't find it in herself to be mad anymore. Even if he was a doofus. Her focus was taken away from his gorgeous eyes as a tube came down and they all looked at it in confusion. They weren't expecting visitors or a delivery, so who was it?

"Hey, everyone! I bet you didn't miss me!" It was...Schwoz? He was dressed in an alarming bright, Hawaiian shirt, shorts, a fedora and was holding a piña colada, so it was pretty obvious he'd been on vacation. The only thing was if that Schwoz had been on holiday, who was the other freaky repairman that was smiling at them?

"Please, tell me I'm not the only one seeing this." (y/n) breathed out as she and her friends looked back and forth between the two Schwoz's. This was weird. Feeling a bit too freaked out for her liking, Charlotte snatched the blaster from (y/n)'s hands and pointed them at both men, making everyone in the room panic. 

"Don't blast us! I'm the real me." Vacation Schwoz said, holding his hands up to show that he meant no harm. 

"Then who's that?" Henry asked, pointing at Schwoz Two, who was standing silently with a pleasant smile on his face.

"Gerta." The real Schwoz explained and his odd robot did a little curtesy at her introduction. Things just got even stranger.

"That's your shape-shifting android girlfriend?" Ray asked, pointing at him, her, it, whatever. The coding and programming on the android were so good, not even the ever-vigilant Captain Man could tell the difference between Gerta and the real Schwoz. Go figure.

"The one who nearly killed Mitch Bilsky when Henry took her to a teen club on Valentine's Day?" (y/n) added, frowning at the revelation. The android brought nothing but trouble, but she also brought back the memory of that Valentine's night. A sucky evening turned magical when Ray took her up to the roof to show her the city's view, something that had since become her happy place. She often escaped up there when she wanted to be alone and knowing that he had given her that made the roof feel that much safer.

"Yah, look." Schwoz pulled a remote control from his pocket and pressed a button that made Schwoz Two morph back into his ugly girlfriend. She greeted everyone in her native language and winked at Schwoz seductively, making everyone wrinkle their noses in disgust.

"Well, wait, where've you been?" Charlotte asked as she stared at the android. 

"I went on vacation. I've been gone three weeks!" Schwoz chuckled at how he'd fooled them all, causing Ray to get all sulky.

"Hey, I never said you could take a vacation." He growled at the little man. Just because he was a big softie at heart didn't mean he was a pushover, he liked being the boss and wanted his assistants to give him at least a bit of respect.

"You never said I could borrow your underwear either, but I did that too." Schwoz retorted, smirking when he saw how Ray grimaced. He was definitely hiding his underwear from now on.

"You sick freak. You leave his underwear alone." (y/n) scolded him as she put a "protective" arm around Ray's shoulders, acting like she was shielding him from his weirdness, even though she had to stand on tiptoe to reach. The large man's ears burned as his girl talked about those particular garments in his wardrobe and hoped that she didn't see. 

"Wow, Schwoz, I had no idea this wasn't you." Charlotte marvelled at the android as she and Henry circled it. She had to admit, it was a pretty sick machine.

"That's because before I left, I made Gerta even better. Now, she can assume the shape of anyone in the world and nobody could tell it wasn't the real person." Schwoz explained, making Ray poke Gerta on the arm as he investigated her features. It really wasn't a good idea to poke the bear, but he didn't think anything would happen if he prodded and squished her to see if she'd respond.

"Can you feel that?" He asked after prodding her. Rolling her eyes, (y/n) sighed at his childlike behaviour. Sometimes, it was better to look with your eyes, not your hands.

"Can you feel that?" He asked, poking her cheek, but this time, Gerta reacted strongly. She raised her arm and slammed her strong, metal hand onto Ray's skull and he collapsed onto the floor as his girl glared at the robot.

"Can you feel that?" Gerta snapped at the superhero as he moaned in pain and Henry and Schwoz laughed.

"That wasn't very nice." The young woman folded her arms across her lilac, spandex-covered chest and her stern stare made the robot stand silently again.

"Hey, Schwoz, could Gerta morph into Henry?" Charlotte piped up, ignoring how Ray was still on the floor recovering from the assault. He'd be fine in a minute anyway. 

"Yeah, she can be anybody. Why?" Schwoz asked, not seeing that in Gerta, they had the perfect solution to the fight-night problem.

"Because, what if fake Henry goes to your family dinner tonight, while—" Charlotte's idea was cut off as Ray suddenly perked up from the floor. This sounded pretty good to him.

"While Real Henry hangs here with us and watches the Cratch-Dexter fight!" Ray squealed, his interruption irritating Charlotte. One of these days she'd actually get through a complete sentence. 

"Love it!" Henry smiled at his boss and gave him a high five, which offended his friend.

"Hey! I thought of it." Charlotte scowled, dragging (y/n) over to them with her so she could use the young woman's status as Ray's not-yet-but-hopefully-one-day-might-be-girlfriend to win her argument.

"Yeah, don't point at that doofus and say "love it". Charlotte deserves the credit." The teen's idea worked, (y/n) automatically joined her side and gave her best friend and the young boy a pointed stare. 

"You're so cute when you're mad." Ray screwed his nose up and pinched her cheek As he fawned over her, ignoring how she was trying to stick up for Charlotte.

"Get off!" She swatted his hands away with a giggle, willing her cheeks to stay cool after he called her "cute". She wanted to hear that more often. 

"Schwoz, turn Gerta into Henry." The superhero ordered his assistant, who took out his remote and obediently scanned Henry's body so he could transfer the data to his android. 

"Wow." Everyone gasped as she morphed into the young boy. It was so lifelike, there wasn't a hair wrong and thankfully for them, his own family wouldn't even be able to tell that it wasn't their real son/brother.

"Okay, that is sick, but how do you get her, I mean, it or him to act like Henry?" (y/n) asked, curious as to the mechanics of the machine. It was way beyond her technical skill, but she wanted to know anyway.

"When I scanned Henry's body, it also scans his brainwaves," Schwoz explained, making it clear to those who were interested, namely (y/n) and Charlotte. Ray and Henry weren't big science buffs.

"So that fake Henry will act and respond like real Henry would?" The teen girl asked and Schwoz nodded in confirmation.

"Sure." He smiled, which made Henry giddy. This was so cool to him.

"Okay, okay, okay. Let's test this thing out. Right." The boy stepped up to his new android twin and cleared his throat. If Gerta was gonna spend the night with Piper and his parents, she'd have to be spot on with her reactions.

"Sup?" He greeted her in a serious tone, feeling like he shouldn't mess around with his tests.

"Sup?" Gerta gave the same greeting, which made Henry smile at how cool it was. That's how he'd respond!

"Okay, okay, uh...how you feelin'?" He asked in an excited voice.

"Feelin' goooood." The android responded with his signature catchphrase, making everyone nod in approval. That was Henry all over. 

"Okay, okay, um, what's your favourite colour?" Now for some specific details.

"Red."

"Favourite food?"

"Pizza.

"Topping?" This was a crucial question. Not many people would believe it was, but Henry was looking for a specific answer.

"'Roni," Gerta smirked when Henry gasped and laughed in awe. 

"Ohhh, I also shorten the word "pepperoni" by only saying "'Roni"!" The real boy smiled at his friends who agreed. They were all familiar with Henry's quirky sense of humour.

"Okay, okay, okay. Here's a hard one. What crazy thing happened to me when I was nine?" He squinted at the android, wanting to see if this toughie would be the one to crack her.

"You mean when you threw up in a canoe and you didn't want anyone to know it was you so, you told everyone it was Jasper's vomit." Henry gasped as she recalled the incident's exact details without fault.

"I'm the only one who knows that!" The boy smiled and gave the robot a high-five. He was thoroughly impressed. 

"Okay, okay, super difficult one. Okay, what happened last Friday when me and (y/n) were watching Dog Judge?" Henry prompted, knowing that this was the biggest kept secret in the Man Cave. The young woman's eyes widened at the mention of that dreaded night and frantically glanced at Ray with a pale face. He couldn't know, it would kill him or possibly, he'd kill them.

"We don't need to go into that, it's no big—" She laughed nervously, but Gerta wasn't the best at reading the room, so she just answered the question.

"You were skateboarding indoors and broke Ray's favourite lamp and he still hasn't noticed it's missing," Gerta replied, making Ray whip his head to the spot at the back of the Man Cave where his lamp used to sit. It was an accident, Henry had collided with it when he popped an Ollie and lost his balance. The lamp smashed into a million pieces and they had hidden the evidence in the incinerator, praying to god that their boss' absent-mindedness would distract him.

"What?" He asked in an alarmed voice as (y/n) glared daggers at Henry, who just thought that Ray might as well find out now. And he wouldn't be mad at (y/n), it was his fault and he loved her too much for that.

"Um, I was supervising an Ollie pop and it went wrong?" She offered him with a nervous smile as she scratched the back of her neck. It was a one of a kind lamp and even though she hated its garish look, she knew it wasn't hers to break or throw out. 

"You should've just told me." Her nervousness vanished as he picked up her hand and squeezed it. It was just a dumb lamp to him, he was more concerned about how she was too scared to tell him. Did she think he'd be mad at her? 

"So, you stay here and—" Charlotte ignored their moment and turned back to Henry, but Ray was right behind her as he cosied up to his girl.

"—And send Gerta to your house for dinner right now." He finished for her. Charlotte growled lowly as the same sense of irritation from earlier came back. 

"Love it!" Henry smiled, which enraged her further. 

"Oh, come on!"

"Seriously? This again?" Charlotte and (y/n) said together as the young woman picked up on her frustration. 

"Okay, Gerta, you go to Henry's house, but after, you come right home," Schwoz instructed his girlfriend. He sounded oddly protective, which confused the kids, but Ray sort of understood him. He was like that when (y/n) went anywhere alone and he often waited up to make sure she was safe. The only difference was that his love was for a gorgeous, sexy woman and Schwoz literally built his girlfriend.

"Wait!" The real Henry butted in as his twin walked away. He just wanted to say one thing.

"What?" Gerta asked, pausing just before she left.

"Nothing, just...you're just... you're really good-looking!" Henry smiled, his ego inflating as he admired himself from a new perspective. He had never gotten to walk around his entire body and see every aspect of it and now, he could see why girls liked him. He wasn't bad for a high school kid.

"I know." The android replied like he would, making them laugh at their little joke as Ray and (y/n) inspected Schwoz's melted bowl of popcorn. Gerta sent herself up the tube, which only delighted Henry more.

"That's what I say!" He grinned at his friends, who nodded in response, but they were just trying to be kind. Gerta was cool, but it was getting old.

"That's what we all say." (y/n) told the boy, who just kept smiling. He could watch the fight and be at the dinner at the same time, he was over the moon. (y/n) only hoped Gerta would behave herself. 

~1 hour later!

It was fight time, Schwoz had loaded the large, floating TV screen in front of the couch and everyone had gathered to watch, even Bork. The large, muscly man was seated at the couch with Schwoz as Charlotte stood behind them. Then, behind her, was a table lined up with a whole range of snacks and drinks prepared by (y/n), who insisted on making sure there had to be things to nibble and sip throughout the fight.

"Okay, at first, I thought this was dumb, but now, I'm actually getting pretty excited." She smiled at Ray as she brought a bottle of beer over from the table. The large man had changed out of his gym clothes and was now sporting a fetching pink, patterned shirt. She swallowed as he brought his free arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his side.

"See? Told you this stuff is awesome." He smirked down at her as she split the beer into their glasses. He didn't notice how she was checking him out, probably because he was too distracted by the fact that she was now wearing one of his favourite dresses on her. It was cute, short, but not too short and showed just the right amount of leg for Ray to admire her without feeling like a creep. If he was a teensy bit braver, he'd tell her how hot she looked in it, but all he could do was keep his gaze fixed on the TV.

"Carla Dexter looks better than she has ever looked in her career."

"True, but the question is, can anyone defeat the fighting machine that is Shelley Cratch?"

"The only way to know is to find out." The commentators said onscreen, but everyone's viewing pleasure was interrupted when the statistics being shown went all fuzzy as the signal was lost.

"Ah, what's wrong with the TV?" Charlotte asked as they partially lost the picture. Henry and Ray stopped bantering with each other as they too noticed the glitching

"It's been doing that all day. Schwoz, can't you fix the picture?" Ray asked the genius. He would do it himself, but he was enjoying having a nice, cool drink in one hand and his sweet girl tucked under his other arm. He felt so tall next to her, so manly and he didn't fancy giving that up since he figured that she might be thinking the same thing.

"Let me see." The small man got up from his seat and walked away to fiddle with the TV's controls. Looks like small talk would have to do for now.

"So,  Henry, who'd you think's gonna win the fight?" Ray asked his sidekick as his thumb stroked (y/n)'s hip. Like him, she didn't want to lose this moment, so she stayed perfectly still and hoped it would last forever. 

"Oh, man. Gotta go with Dexter." Henry answered, which Ray strongly disagreed with. Dexter-Schmexter, that was so wrong, everyone knew it was gonna be Shelley. Well, Ray did anyway.

"Oh, come on, dude, no." He scoffed as Charlotte and (y/n) rolled their eyes. They didn't care who won, they just wanted to have a good time with their friends.

"Okay, I fixed the picture," Schwoz announced happily, bouncing over to the sitting area again, just in time for the action.

"Come on, you guys, the fight's about to start," Charlotte announced, grabbing her bowl of popcorn and sitting down with (y/n). God, it was so exciting and the young woman was getting in on the hype, even if it meant she was begrudgingly pulled away from Ray.

"Hey, when did we get these new glasses?" Henry asked his boss to stop him pouting at the loss of (y/n)'s body next to his. He wasn't going to have him being moody for the fight.

"Oh, (y/n) and I picked these up at Sassy Glasses last weekend," Ray said nonchalantly, his girl being too interested in the fight to hear what they were saying. That, and the TV was too loud.

"Ooooh, getting all cosy with your girlfriend, huh? Buying glasses together now?" The boy teased, smirking into the glass as he took a sip of his drink. Ray almost spit his out once he heard what he said, his eyes wide as he checked to see if (y/n) had heard. Thankfully for him, she was still blissfully watching the screen and occasionally giggling to Charlotte as they chatted about nothing and everything.

"Shhhh! Are you crazy? She's not my girlfriend." Ray whispered rancorously, swirling his juice as he frowned. He hadn't said it out loud in a while and had forgotten how much it hurt to hear. 

It was like he'd been kidding himself, standing with her, holding her hand, giving her warm embraces, indulging in giving her kisses on the cheek or head, doing boyfriend things. He took her out shopping and they bought things together for their home and all the while he got it into his head that she was doing it with him because they were exclusive and domestic, not because they needed things to drink out of. 

He felt like a fool, a stupid, daydreaming fool who let himself get lost in a fantasy, where feelings and relationships from the real world were different and so much sweeter. Being plunged into reality was bitter and cold, like a cruel wake-up call.

"Sure, dude, keep telling yourself that...cool blue colour." Henry shrugged, knowing that for all of Ray's melancholic lamenting, (y/n) felt the same way. She liked making the Man Cave a home. For her, it was like she was leaving little reminders around that said to whichever girlfriend he brought back that she lived here; she saw the best and worst sides of him, she was the one who had been waiting for him for so long and unlike them, she'd still be around in the morning. It was a little territorial, but she couldn't help it, the mousy girl was gone and now, she was ready to stand her ground.

"Yeah, well, actually, they're cobalt, so..." Ray corrected pedantically, still feeling a little prickly after the reminder that (y/n) was available for any guy to come and sweep her off her feet. Yeah, it sucked.

"Yeah, well, cobalt is just a shade of blue," Henry replied, not seeing the big deal about the colour of a cup. Little did he know that he'd poked the bear and he was angry.

"Mmmm, not exactly." The large man kept going. He was grouchy and for some reason, his grouchiness wanted to start an argument.

"Okay...anyway, it's not even cobalt, it's more of a royal blue." The boy didn't know that it would be a good idea to stop and just let it go. He was about to enter one of his and Ray's petty arguments and this one would be about glasses, for god's sake.

"Royal blue?" Ray scoffed loudly and this time, (y/n) heard him.

"Will you two shut up?" She hissed, spinning back around so she wouldn't miss any more of the fight. Ray buttoned his lip at that, he was feeling distant from her in a not-boyfriend way and he didn't want to widen that gap. If only she had been listening when she was named his girlfriend.

"Come on, Shelley!" Charlotte whooped enthusiastically, making the woman next to her grin. The fighting spirit was in them now.

"You can do it, Carla!" Schwoz cheered the opposite team, just as the first round started. 

"This glass is royal blue!" Henry snapped at his boss, the fight being obsolete to both of them now. They were having a fight of their own; the battle for the correct cup colour.

"It's cobalt!" Ray replied angrily, thinking that since he was there when (y/n) picked them out, he got to decide what shade of blue they were. He paid for the damn things, even though (y/n) insisted that she pay half too, he was the one with the bill on his card.

"It's royal blue, you don't know your colours!" They argued, turning away from the screen in a tirade of poorly thought-out comments about the colour spectrum or something.

"Shit a brick, that's got to hurt!" (y/n) winced as she watched the women brawl on the TV, no one seeing how Henry and Ray weren't watching. They punched their fists at the screen as they fought on the floor of the cage and jumped up in amazement and cheers as the first round was over. What a rush that was. Well, it was for everyone but Henry and Ray, who had seen diddly squat.

"Wait, wait, what happened?" Henry faltered as he saw that one fighter was writhing in pain and the other was doing a victory lap around the cage. Huh?

"D-d-did the fight start?" The superhero stammered, feeling just as bewildered as Henry. When they were arguing, it was like nothing else mattered, they just had to be the winner.

"Yeah, and it's over!" Charlotte smiled, still reeling from the wondrous spectacle she'd just witnessed.

"It was the most incredible fight I've ever seen!" Schwoz added, feeling like a little bundle of energy. His adrenaline was racing through his veins and all he had done was watch.

"WHAT? No, playback, playback, playback!!" Ray whined with Henry, feeling as though he had been cheated out of ninety-nine dollars.

"Okay, okay, calm down, I'll play it back." Schwoz rolled his eyes at their whining, reaching for the remote. It was no biggie so there was no need for so much aggro. 

"Doofus, you should've been watching." (y/n) smiled at him as she sipped her beer from a cobalt(or was it royal blue?) glass. 

"Aw, dang it! The picture's out again!" Schwoz cursed as the screen blinked and cut out. He really needed to figure out why it kept doing that.

"OH, NO!" Ray and Henry screamed in annoyance. It was painful, it really was, they had been dying to watch this fight and now, they'd missed the whole bloody thing.

"Man, that was a fight I'll never forget," Charlotte commented and Bork grunted in agreement.  It was epic.

"It was glorious!" Schwoz added and (y/n) nodded along in agreement, which irritated Ray further.

"Oh, be quiet, Schwoz! You're still a weirdo." He snapped, feeling moody since they'd all had the time of their lives and he and his sidekick had missed out. 

"Ray, don't be mean!" (y/n) scolded him as she sat and faced him on the back of the sofa and he had to turn away when her dress rose and revealed more of her soft thighs, something that sent Ray's lust into overdrive.

"Oh, man, I can't believe I missed the fight. I sent that stupid robot to my house for nothing." Henry grumbled, not caring if he insulted Gerta or not. When he was angry, his kind nature went out the window.

"Hey, don't talk about Gerta that way! She's my whoman!" Schwoz hissed, his accent making his anger sound funny. 

"Y'know, maybe you should go home and send Gerta back here." Charlotte prompted, seeing that Henry needed to cool off and a walk home would do that just fine.

"Yeah and hurry. I want to celebrate with her." Schwoz smirked to himself, not seeing how the connotations of his words made his friends gag.

"Schwoz, there are children around and they don't want to hear that. And neither do I." (y/n) grimaced, gulping at the thought of Schwoz and Gerta...doing things. She knew that Schwoz could do whatever he wanted to in his private time, but she didn't want to know any details.

"Hey, when did we get these royal-blue glasses?" Charlotte asked, looking at her cup as she pondered.

"HA!" Henry gloated at Ray, who seethed in anger as the young girl joined the wrong side.

"Dang it, Charlotte!" He yelled and began to destroy the buffet, much to (y/n)'s horror. She'd spent ages on that and now, he was crunching cheese balls everywhere.

"Raymond Manchester!" She shrieked, her voice getting high-pitched as he ruined the food. Charlotte and Schwoz also looked horrified as he walked off through the secret door, needing to calm down like Henry. He didn't want his girl to see him throw another fit and he already felt terrible about ruining all her hard work, so he just removed himself from the situation. 

"They're not even royal-blue, they're cobalt!" She yelled after him, slamming her fist against the secret door as it slammed shut in her face. She didn't know, but he heard it and he was grinning at the thought of sharing her opinion, despite knowing she'd never be as stubborn as him. It was just another thing that connected them.

~Some time later~

"Have you calmed down yet?" (y/n) asked her stroppy, but adorable not-boyfriend. He had stomped back into the main room after a little while and was needy for her attention.

"Yeah. I'm sorry about destroying the food table." He responded sheepishly, wrapping his arms around her and leaning down so he could bury his nose into her neck and hair. An odd happy place, but it was his and he often found himself seeking her out when he was stressed.

"Good. I don't like seeing you angry, especially about some stupid glasses."  She told him truthfully, her heart fluttering as his breath hit her neck. 

"They're cobalt." He mumbled, smirking against her skin as he enjoyed the moment. Charlotte was in the bathroom and Schwoz was God knows where, so for a brief minute, they were alone. No interruptions, no danger, no problems, just two friends and their mutual sexual tension.

"Don't start!" She giggled, her tone not at all being scolding or punishing. How could she be angry, when she had him all to herself and was free to tangle her fingers into his hair.

"But--" And the moment was shattered. The computer started to beep as a holo-call came in and Ray sighed and groaned and cursed the gods in his head. What now? Couldn't he just spend more than ten seconds with his girl?

"Aren't you gonna get that?" (y/n) asked when she felt him hesitate. She too was annoyed by the interruption, feeling like she deserved at least a minute where she could pretend he was hers, but her sense of duty told her otherwise.

"I don't want to," Ray answered truthfully, although he spared the details of why. She didn't have to know that if it was up to him, they'd be in his bed, lost in a sea of blankets and pleasured sighs whilst the world was locked out.

"Well, it's probably important...actually, I think it's Henry, so go see what he wants." She sighed, pulling away from his embrace so he could do his job. 

"Ugh, fine." He groaned but smirked when he saw his old glass of beer on the old food table. He grabbed it before sauntering up to the computer's control panel, much to (y/n)'s confusion.

"I could just get you a fresh--" She was cut off as Henry's little fuzzy body appeared in the Man Cave and Ray began his childish argument again.

"Hey Henry, look. I'm drinking out of my cobalt-blue glass." He smirked at the boy, taking a sip of the beverage, which wasn't at its best since it had warmed to room temperature.

"Not this again..." (y/n) pinched the bridge of her nose and mumbled to herself. She should've known that even though he was calm, that didn't mean the argument was finished.

"Just forget about the glass. Where's Schwoz?" Henry asked in an urgent voice, just as the little guy scurried from the back of the Man Cave.

"Here, why?" Ray asked as his girl walked up from behind him so the kid would see her and not just hear her in the background.

"'Cause Gerta just threw me out my window. So, now, I need you, (y/n), Charlotte and Schwoz to come here and get her out of my house." He explained in a panicked voice, making (y/n) gawp in shock. The android did what now?

"What colour is this glass?" Ray smirked at him, seeing the perfect opportunity to get the upper hand, even though they had an emergency and (y/n) was glaring at him.

"What?" Henry looked at him with a bewildered face. Really? He was bringing that up now?

"Admit that this glass is cobalt and maybe we'll come to help you." The superhero clarified, not caring that he was being remarkably petty.

"No, we're helping him either way, that damn android has gone nuts again." (y/n) hissed at him and punched his arm, but it didn't do much. Ray wanted to see Henry admit that he was right.

"It's cobalt." The boy rolled his eyes. He didn't really care, he just wanted Schwoz to reign in his crazy girlfriend that was having dinner with his family.

"I'm sorry, what is it?" Ray put his hand to his ear, wanting to hear those sweet words one more time.

"It's cobalt! Cobalt, cobalt, cobalt, cobalt, cobalt, cobalt-blue glass!" Henry shouted, hating how he was being subjected to such humiliation.

"Yeah, I know." Ray chuckled evilly, taking another sip of the gross beer just to prove his point, fighting his gag reflex as he swallowed it.

"Stop being a dick! Henry, we're on our way." (y/n) reassured the boy, who rapidly ended the call, his anger spiking after his chat. He knew those glasses were royal blue, he just knew it.

~Henry's house, Henry's bedroom~

Upon arriving at Henry's house, a plan was set in motion. It was Charlotte's job to lure the fake Henry upstairs whilst everyone else waited to pounce. Schwoz was her creator, therefore he'd be the one in charge of getting her to back down so Henry could take control of his life again. Ray and (y/n) were just there for support and a bit of superpowered muscle if it was needed.

"I just don't understand why Gerta would throw you out the window!" Schwoz said as he and Ray sat on Henry's loveseat sofa. (y/n) was perched on Ray's knee since she too wanted to sit down and was taken by surprise when Ray guided her down to his lap. He just said something about how friends sit together, rather than explaining that it was his way of satiating his constant need to have her near him. She didn't complain or ask any questions, she just indulged in being so intimate with him.

"Well, maybe Henry made her mad," Ray suggested, secretly loving the way (y/n) had intertwined her fingers with his when they wrapped around her stomach to keep her steady. Now, their joined fingers were resting against her hip and he felt that rush of affection as he felt like her boyfriend again. Wishful thinking.

"Or maybe, she's just a psychopath." The young woman retorted. She'd experienced one too many fuck-ups involving the android and was very cautious when it came to being around her.

"No, no, no, I programmed Gerta to be my girlfriend and love me, she has no other emotions." Schwoz insisted. He was confident in his engineering skills and believed that once he'd spoken to his beloved robot, the whole mess would be straightened out.

"Yeah, well, can you program her to leave my house? 'Cause I'd like her to leave my house!" Henry snapped, feeling pretty agitated with the situation. He couldn't have a damn android walking around, sullying his good name, that would be a disaster!

"Okay, here's Gerta. You asked me to get her, so I got her and now, I have homework to do, so out the window, I go. Bye!" Charlotte entered the room with Gerta close behind her and left just as abruptly. That homework must've been especially important.

"Bye, Char!" (y/n) called after her. She snuggled against Ray as Schwoz stood up and stepped down the stairs. Ray wrapped both arms around her and let his head fall into the curve of her neck as the small man approached Gerta, his arms stretched out kindly.  All they had to do was sit back and watch the drama unfold.

"Gerta, baby, why did you throw Henry out the window? Did he try something?" Schwoz's gentle tones turned icy as he glared at the boy now sitting on the sofa. On his way up to the ledge, he'd given Ray a subtle eyebrow raise to indicate his amusement at how the man was all over a girl that was supposedly not his girlfriend.  Yeah, right. They just needed to put the correct label on it and they'd be in a relationship.

"Uh, no." The boy denied in a disgusted voice. Even the notion!

"Schwoz, he's fifteen!" (y/n) added in an equally displeased tone. It was wrong on so many levels. Henry was a boy, Gerta was a robot and Gerta looked like him, just to name a few.

"Schwoz, look, this isn't easy to say." The fake Henry said softly, making the three on the couch feel very weird, especially when Schwoz cupped his cheeks. Ew.

"Sweetheart, I made you. You can tell me anything." The little man cooed, his worn thumbs brushing over her--his--its--whatever's cheeks. It was getting weirder by the minute.

"You're very special, you're a lovely man and I love you so much." Gerta cooed back, nauseating Henry when she put her/his hands on Schwoz's arms.

"Okay, this is so weird!" He hissed to Ray, not seeing how the man had picked up the photo of his mom that he kept in his room. (y/n) certainly noticed and had gone notably quiet.

"Shhhh! This is a touching moment...between a man and his android." Ray shushed him, his mouth opening like a goldfish as (y/n) got off his lap silently. Henry watched in confusion as she sat on the ledge and stared at her hands as her feet swayed in the air. He saw how happy she was with him, why did she leave that?

Glancing at his heartbroken boss, it was then that Henry noticed his mom's picture in his hands and he angrily snatched it back. Silly, silly Ray, he didn't realise how upon seeing the frame in his hands, (y/n) had gone cold and the intimacy of cuddling with him vanished. A careless mistake, one that had cost him the touch of his girl and her newfound belief that she was special. He presumably did this with all the girls, maybe he'd even done it with Mrs Hart. That made her skin crawl. 

"Baby, I don't understand what you're trying to say...tell me," Schwoz whispered to Gerta, his heart cracking like Ray's, although, he hadn't been stupid, unlike Ray who couldn't leave things alone. Kris Hart meant nothing to him, but he couldn't get out of bad habits.

"I'm saying...that I love you, but I'm not in love with you." The android stroked Schwoz's cheek as she whispered the words no one ever wanted to hear. Ray could understand the broken expression that spread across his repairman's face, it was his worst nightmare and it was made worse by the fact that his girl had left his embrace to sit by herself. Maybe, his roaming hands went too far?

"Oh no..." The young woman murmured to herself as she felt the emotion in Gerta's words. She too was feeling pretty hurt right now, even though she was doing a damn good job at hiding it. Everything she did, everything she tried; smiling, being brave, being confident, wearing nice dresses, being herself, nothing worked. Nothing turned his head like the other girls did and it was wearing her down. Why was she not good enough? Was she looking for something that wasn't there?

"I--I feel human now and when we cuddle--" Okay, that was the last straw for Henry. Cuddling with Schwoz? No, thank you!

"Oh, come on! If you two are gonna keep talking like this, can you please turn Gerta back into herself?" Henry jumped in and walked down the stairs, pleading with Schwoz so he wouldn't have to watch himself be so disgusting with him. Gerta complied and used the stolen remote to morph back into her normal form. 

"Thank you!" Henry walked back to the couch, feeling relieved that things were less weird now. It would always be strange, Gerta was Schwoz's android girlfriend, but this was better.

"I don't want to be your Gerta anymore. I need to be free." She told Schwoz in a heartbroken voice. This clearly upset her, but it was the right choice. She had found her humanity and now sought independence from her life as Schwoz's girlfriend.

" I understand." Schwoz nodded, feeling just as upset, but it all seemed worth it when Gerta smiled at her and stroked his head.

"Thank you, my Schwoz." The scene made (y/n) sniff as she teared up. It was like one of her crappy romcoms and they never failed to make her cry. Sure, they were never as weird as this, but it was still touching.

"Okay, I will click this remote now and you, my Gerta, you may choose any form you wish to become. Are you ready?"  Schwoz stepped away from his girlfriend and put on a strong face. Henry and Ray were thoroughly confused by everything but stayed silent when they sensed that it was supposed to be sad since they could see (y/n) dabbing her eyes dry. Ray wanted to pull her back to him and comfort her, but he figured that she didn't want him and would be repulsed by his touch. 

Gerta nodded solemnly and Schwoz reluctantly pressed the button, watching as his "beautiful" girlfriend transformed into a yellow-crested cockatoo. Well, that was an odd choice, but maybe she wanted to find freedom flying through the skies.

"Man, that's a good-looking bird!" Ray commented, not realising that it was slightly insensitive to poor Schwoz's feelings.

"Ray!" (y/n) turned around and gave him a pointed glare, making him bite his tongue. He didn't mean to upset her. God, he felt like at this rate, she'd walk out on him and he'd never be her boyfriend, not even if he promised that no one could care for her, protect her, love her like he did. 

"Dude, she just broke up with me," Schwoz added, glad that he at least had (y/n) considering his feelings. He thought that his boss would be understanding, after all, he'd been pining after one girl for eight years. He was just as bad as him when it came to love, if not worse.

"Sorry." The superhero looked at his hands, not wanting to antagonise his girl anymore. What if she left him like Gerta was leaving Schwoz? Obviously, she couldn't magically transform into a bird, but nothing was stopping her from rejecting his love and packing her bags. Just that thought made him put his hand over his chest as his heart ached, which made Henry look at him puzzled. He guessed it was something to do with (y/n) sitting on the ledge so he said nothing. They'd forget about it soon enough, he was sure of that.

"I will always love you too, Gerta-bird," Schwoz told the cockatoo when she chirped at him and it sent (y/n) into floods of tears. It was so weird but so romantic and she was so confused. Gerta flapped off through the window, leaving the four to stare at her through the window.

"Whoa! Look at her fly!" Ray gasped as they crowded in the window frame and watched the bird retreat into the starry sky. 

"Yeah..hey! She just pooped on my bike!" Henry's admiration for Gerta dropped when he saw the state of his bicycle, but all (y/n) could do was giggle as she unknowingly leaned into Ray's chest. Some things never change.

"That's my Gerta." Schwoz sighed. It wasn't how he wanted his relationship to end, but he had so many fond memories, it wasn't the end.

"She looks so pretty!" The young woman stated as she watched Gerta until she was no more than another white speck in the night sky. It was a cool, clear night and the sharp air made the hair on her arms stand up. Her dress really wasn't made for this weather, or maybe it was from the way Ray's mouth was next to her ear. She tried not to get carried away, she knew it would only get her hurt.

"Beautiful" Ray mumbled, causing her to quiver against him as his baritone voice sent shivers down her spine. Everyone agreed with their boss watching as Gerta completely left their sight, but if only they knew...he wasn't talking about the bird.

[little-elena]

Elena monologuing about a better school for tomorrow, for no reason other than she's salty

"I just feel like, high-school could be done better. Like freshman and sophomore year are spent with the basics: English, Math, Science, and social studies- and at the end of sophomore year you take an aptitude test to determine your strengths and weaknesses. Apply that to fields you could go into and then spend junior and senior year taking classes dedicated to those fields.

I think that this all four years studying things they tell us we need in every day life only to not use any of it, is a complete waste. We could be learning skills we will genuinely use in whatever field we go into every day, instead of calculus. I'm gonna be a writer- ok like I don't need to know calculus. What I should be taking is advanced writing courses, and critical thinking classes. Literature.

I mean don't you think there would be less drop outs if kids weren't forced to sit through classes they're never going to actually need? That there would be less drop outs if classes were assigned to your strengths? Growing and developing the skills you have so that when you graduate you are already prepared for the field you want to go in?"

[cedefaci]

Foundations of the World: Scattering

After some consideration, I realized that the original post was getting too long, so I started a new one, for the next section, AKA misc. fighting. For the first part, see Gathering.

The night was lit by fire now. Tsuna felt small, standing in a line between tall, beautiful fairy queens and wizened old men, as well as other bosses of other powers that he hadn’t known existed before today. He was scared.

They were all scared. Takeshi had come back onto the roof a couple of minutes ago, and neither he nor Ryohei, the most boisterous of their little group, were smiling. Even Reborn was grim. And he knew that the giants he was standing shoulder to shoulder with were also scared.

And if he looked farther away and towards the right, towards their hotel in the Theatre District, he could imagine that he saw two pinpricks of blazing light, Kyoko and Kusakabe-san standing against the darkness. But that was his imagination. The truth was that he could see nothing from that direction, could hear nothing, and had to take it for a good sign—it meant that the fighting hadn’t reached them yet.

Behind them, sneakers squeaked, and Mister Dresden came up to join them. The Erlking pointed out the dark spaces in the distance between the two patches of fire, where his troops were, forcing the Fomor to part around them like fish around a rock. They were still far away—and Tsuna was still waiting here, just watching, while people were getting hurt.

—No. Mister Vadderung’s sharp eye caught the change in Tsuna’s focus, and he pointed at one of his Einherjar.

The Einherjar shot a bazooka-like weapon up into the sky, and seconds later, the neighbourhood around the castle-fortress was lit in the flares’ light.

“You have good instincts.” Mister Vadderung said approvingly. Tsuna leaned forward—it wasn’t just the one enemy who had caught his attention—there were many of them, all of them large and tall, moving on two legs but not the way humans did.

“Ready stations,” called Marcone’s voice. “Prepare to fire.”

“What are they?” Tsuna asked quietly.

“Not human.” Reborn said dismissively, “Not particularly strong either.”

“Scouts.” Mister Vadderung agreed, “Here to test the defences and maybe attack a few soft targets, basically cannon fodder.”

Mister Marcone nodded, “No need to play along.”

He addressed another one of the soldiers, “Hold fire unless the enemy engages us.”

But they were going to hurt innocent people!

“Wait. What?” Mister Dresden sounded just as confused as Tsuna was.

Looking out into the neighbourhood, Tsuna remembered how the curtains had been drawn shut in every window, how the apprehension and aimless fear had filled the air even when there was no one in sight. The buildings they had passed seemed to made of paper now, when he looked at the hulking figures that now stalked through the shadows.

Someone screamed. A gun went off, multiple times.

“I’m going to help them.”

“We have to help them.”

He had spoken at the same time as Mister Dresden, and he felt the satisfaction from Reborn at the contrast.

“Sure thing, Tsuna.” Takeshi agreed, but Hibari had already leapt lightly from the roof, a bloodthirsty grin on his face and, to his surprise, Chrome in his arms.

Before Tsuna could do anything but gawk, Hayato nodded and held out a hand to block Mister Dresden from moving. “Hold on. Hibari can take care of himself. We don’t need to risk friendly fire.”

“Yeah?” Mister Dresden asked, still tense as a wire, “What about the girl then?”

“Chrome?” Hayato confirmed, “Looks like you’re short on personnel so she’s gonna collect some more.”

“Well,” Mister Dresden shot back, “I don’t know how good you are and I don’t care. No way in hell am I watching kids go face monsters while I sit here and twiddle my thumbs, Marcone.”

He directed his last sentence towards Mister Marcone, who was now standing on Mister Vadderung’s other side. Mister Marcone held his challenging gaze steadily, then smiled, “Best of luck, Mister Dresden.”

He turned and started giving more orders to the Einherjar. “Set up sniper nests to keep the area clear and organize a squad to go with Mister Dresden. Mister Sawada, am I correct in assuming that you won’t be kept away from your Guardians?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what is your goal of engagement?”

Tsuna paused. The yokai had broken into the apartments easily, but Sky Flames had secured the hotel, but he couldn’t light fires for everyone. “Evacuation.” He decided.

Haru backed him up.

“I’ve run the numbers.” She said, arms crossed, chin jutting out defiantly, “There’s not going to be more than fifty people who need shelter, and if you’re a lord, than your castle is supposed to keep your people safe when the fighting comes!”

Her words seemed to remind the other Mob Boss of something.

“A king is one who can hold his own.” Mister Marcone said. “Be quick, Mister Sawada. I believe you will soon be needed in other places.”

“Of course.” Tsuna clenched his fists, igniting his Ring. “Let’s go.”

Mister Dresden and his giant friend was faster than them, with their longer legs that ran as quickly as Tsuna did under the effects of Reborn’s Dying Will Bullets, but while Tsuna had accepted the necessity of riding a horse to get to the castle, he was not Dino and refused to get on one when running was simpler.

And either way, by the time they got there, Chrome was standing in the centre of a group of giant, ash-skinned oni with stag horns and fur cloaks. There were smaller oni trying to attack her, but the larger ones killed them with ease, snarling their hatred out into the world, wielding spears that tracked their targets and horn-handled iron knives. Farther off, he could just about make out the swift-moving shadow of Hibari as he attacked his own prey (presumably for the offense of crowding).

Tsuna abruptly realized that one of Mukuro’s favourite tricks had been possessing people to turn them against each other, and Chrome, despite being sweet and kind and nice, was Mukuro’s student.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Mister Dresden said, blasting one of the smaller oni away with a jet of fire, “Mind control—you can do mind control?”

“I tried it first.” Chrome said calmly, her hands on her trident while Mukurowl perched on her shoulder, “But boss, I think they are closer to onryo.”

Angry ghosts. Resentful ghosts. And on Chrome’s index finger glinted a disturbingly familiar ring. One set with a wailing, distorted skull-shape. Was that Genkishi’s Ring?

“They were people once.” Chrome explained distantly, barely audible through the wall of oni bodies and over the bestial screams, “I could summon echoes, which worked better, once I saw that.”

They were people once? Whatever Chrome was doing, it was working. All the oni who weren’t focused on Hibari were breaking themselves on her defences. Tsuna hesitated, but none of his Guardians did. Haru caught her hoop as it rebounded from the stomach of her target, then followed up with a decisive strike to the back of its head once it had doubled over.

“Clearly, they aren’t people now. They’re UMAs, but I can’t realize the type, dammit, I focused too much on extra-terrestrials instead of folklore.” Hayato frowned, lining up a shot that left three oni dead and another two injured, stumbling right into the swing of Takeshi’s sword, which created a lull in the battle.

As they watched, the corpses of the smaller oni deflated like Bluebell and Zakuro had done when Ghost had drained them dry.

“Hey, River-Shoulders, you know what these things are?” Mister Dresden asked, looking faintly disgusted at the sight of the oni remains.

“Huntsmen.” The giant on their side said, “They hunt in packs of thirteen, and the strength of the fallen goes to their packmates.” He paused, “You’ve clearly made it work for you, though I would still advise caution. They are driven only by hate, and even their masters have a hard time controlling them, which is why they are only bred shortly before use.”

Crowding and accumulating strength? No wonder Hibari was fighting them with reckless abandon.

“Then let’s wrap this up.” Mister Dresden said, striding towards one of the houses and knocking on the doors.

[snz-thoughts]

Flu with national exams: my experience

Ok, I've been taking this important exams to finally being able to go to an university. But here's the thing: there's some kind or variant of the flu who is going around all my city, and is strong. Got it myself, so I know how bad it can be, still, if u want to go to an uni you have to take the exams. So people being sick still go to take them. Basically I'm just gonna drop my silly snzkink thoughts ab it👀👀

Day 1

People are too lazy to wear masks having this flu. My friends too. I have one of them who is completely affected by this sickness and the poor guy has to take the exams anyway. He sits behind me to take the test. Yesterday he was sniffling and coughing a lot, his nose a bit pink bc of all the rubbing, he was having a bit of a fever too. Later on with the exams in our hands, he asked out loud, sniffing miserably: "Does sobmeonde has adny tissues to gibe mbe?" Sounding completely congested and I was basically screaming internally, trying to give all my attention to the exam. After he asked, the teacher gives them some tissues and asks if he's feeling ok, and he says: "Yes, Don'd worry *Sniff* about that, I'm almosd finished". He was the first one to left the room that day. There is some other girl that has the flu too, that flu. She sneezed like two times and was given tissues too.

Day 2

Sick people still doesn't wear any masks, and I don't think they will if they're not obligated too. They believe that "it's just the seasonal flu before summer, it's normal" when is obvious they just don't want to wear masks (tbh my friend from before said it to me). As usual, my friend sits behind me to take the exams, before those were handed to us, he told me this: "Today I brought my own handkerchief, came prepared!" He smiled to me and I did too, but it was more a nervous laugh than anything. He seemed more like himself today, always funny and ready to warm things up, but his nose was red, not pink, red. He didn't had a fever today at least. He also told me this, just in the moment the exams were being assigned: "Hey, if you hear some sniffling or weird sounds stay calm, it's just me". ??????? When I heard that I felt my heart racing so fcking fast,, NO WAY HE WHISPERED THAT TO ME. He sounded a bit nervous too, and I laughed and told him that it was no problem at all, that I understand 'cause I've got it too. He just smiled and started his exam as I did next. He definitely was sniffling more aggressively and wet today, he just couldn't stop doing it, even if he brought something with him. I swear I was paying attention to what I was writing in my exam, I did. But I also could hear the squelching sound of his congested nose every 2 minutes. The sniffling was starting to annoy some people in the room, I could notice, but I don't have a clue if he did find out. He stifles 2 sneezes in the handkerchief with too much force. I thought that his head would hit mine because of the force of the last sneeze and 'cause we were so fcking close too. At the end he only touched roughly part of my back accidentally so he apologized and I said that it was ok. Obviously I said bless you to him too. The girl from before sneezed two times too. One was polite, with the crock of her arm, but THE OTHER ONE??? She laughed at something that I don't remember and then the sneeze came so rapidly and forced that she just turned to her side next to the wall and sneezed COMPLETELY UNCOVERED there. in the WALL. and there was a friend of hers SO CLOSE TO HER. I'm still so fcking shocked man, and the other girl seemed to not care at all. At the end of the day, there was a classmate of mine that has that flu too. And God sake, she was a complete sneezy mess! I bet she sneezed like almost 20 times, stifling all of them. It was incredible. Bless her too.

And to finish this, another friend of mine send a message on the classroom group we have after we did the exam. She said: "Wish all of you could pass this exam. Just gotta say that my nose feels a bit stuffed, so y'all who got that flu better get their sneezes covered tomorrow" 👀👀

[alohajun]

♡ GOLDFISH ATTENTION SPAN — JANG YUBIN

yubin x gn!reader | wc : 1.3k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, boarding school au, tooth-rotting fluff, petnames (love, sweetpea), mentions of medicine, tutor to bestie to lover, essays and math x_x, a kiss scene (omg scandalous ik) | request : hey loki! i know you mainly write for trsr and enha, i was wondering if you could write a fluffy tutor to lovers fic for yubin from mirae? if not, that’s perfectly fine <3 @yogurteume

“hi, i’m y/n. thanks for offering to tutor me. i really hope it’s no trouble.”

you bowed politely as the tall male entered your dorm, greeting you with a cute smile which made your heart skip a beat — or maybe two.

“i’m jang yubin, and it’s no trouble, really! anything for a classmate.” he waved off your thanks, taking a seat as he prepared his things. “miss kwon says you have the potential to get a scholarship to yonsei university.”

“oh? did she?”

“she’s said the same thing to me, too. let’s study hard and get into yonsei together!”

a smile adorned your face at the male’s words, finding his enthusiasm totally contagious. you always had issues with focusing, resulting in you zoning out during lessons, and thus, missing out on the work. all the student tutors your teacher recommended were never this excited to work with you, and it made you think if things with this tutor would be any different.

will you give up on me halfway, just like the others, jang yubin?

it was one week of tutoring you, and jang yubin was still showing up for your lessons. there wasn’t much progress, but yubin would not give up that easily.

“this is pointless. drafting a ten-thousand-word essay is pointless. i can’t deal with this now … or ever. i’ll just become a stri–” you whined, surprised when yubin threw himself against you, slapping his hand over your mouth as he widened his eyes in horror.

“not in the library, y/n! have a filter, would you?!” he scolded, playfully flicking your forehead. “you can do this, okay? trust me.” yubin slowly took his hand away from your mouth, giving you an encouraging smile as he nodded.

you returned the smile. “i trust you. thanks for helping me out, yubin-ah,” you thanked, linking your arms with his as you looked over the books on the table. “if i’m gonna pass this test, it’s gonna be because of you.”

“we haven’t started studying yet, y/n.” he chuckled, shaking his head. “let’s just go through the work today and see what areas you don’t understand, okay?” yubin smiled, ruffling your hair at the way you looked at him. “and if you understand the basics well, i’ll let you use my pretty colored pens you like to make your notes,” he explained, earning a grin from you.

“yes, score! let’s get started!”

yubin traced the words with his pencil. “yep, so when the positive moves to the other side like this, it becomes a negative. but if it just moves within, it remains positive,” he explained, looking at you to make sure you were listening.

he snickered at the way you were leaning your head on your hand, eyes fluttered close. if there was one thing he learnt within the two weeks of tutoring you, it was that you had the attention span of a goldfish — and you could sleep anywhere at any time.

and just like he did normally, yubin reached out to pat your head, running his fingers through your hair to wake you up. you sheepishly smiled as your eyes opened, meeting yubin’s kind gaze and apologizing softly before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“are you getting enough sleep, y/n?” he inquired, a tinge of worry clear in his tone as he looked at you. “you’ve been falling asleep during our lessons a lot these days.”

your brows furrowed, the question taking you off guard. your tutors rarely cared about you — only scolding you when you fell asleep during lessons before complaining to your teacher and giving up.

“i’ve been getting the night shifts at work, and the early morning classes don’t help, so i’m struggling a little,” you replied, looking at your book when you felt yubin’s eyes on you. “nothing big, though!” you waved it off, tracing random numbers as you pretended to study.

“do you have work today, too?” yubin inquired, his smile never fading, even for a second. “you have an exam tomorrow, you know? we can’t have my y/n falling asleep in the middle of their exam.” he laughed, avoiding the playful punch you threw his way.

“i do. in three hours, actually.”

“i’ll cover your shift for you. just stay home and study.”

your eyes widened at his words, shaking your head vigorously as you declined his offer. “no, no. it’s completely fine!” you waved your hands. “i won’t fall asleep. i’ll down three espressos as soon as i wake up. you don’t have to do that.”

“i wasn’t offering, love.” yubin chuckled, poking the side of your head. “i was telling you. i will cover your shift so you can study and get some rest before the exam.” despite the smile on his face, his strict tone told you there was no arguing with him.

“alright, alright.” you surrendered, nudging the male when he smiled victoriously. “thank you, yubin-ah. i owe you one.” you leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek as a token of gratitude.

“if that’s your way of thanking me, i would’ve taken up your shifts two weeks ago.”

“y/n … sweet pea, when was the last time you left your desk?” a very concerned yubin would ask when he came to see you after coming back.

your assignment was due in a week, and yubin was an absolute angel in helping you out through every step. so when the weekend came where he was supposed to visit his parents, you urged him to focus on his family for the two days, letting him know you could handle the work — after all, you had a lot of time.

well, unluckily for you, the two days without yubin were when everything went downhill.

your teacher sent everyone an email stating they were collecting the assignments after the weekend, before also mentioning a few more pointers that needed to be included in order to get a passing grade on your assignment.

but of course, you being you, didn’t want to interrupt yubin’s weekend with his family, so you took up everything yourself, pulling constant all-nighters to work on the assignment that was due the next day.

“i don’t know. you should ask miss kwon,” you grumbled under your breath, typing furiously on your laptop. “she’s the reason i’m stuck at my desk, anyway.”

yubin sighed, noting the red splotches on your wrist, realizing you were forcing yourself to stay awake by pinching yourself. his gaze darted towards the orange medicine container and the countless power drinks that littered the floor.

“y/n, take a break now. i’m here, right? let’s just rest for an hour.”

you shook your head, scoffing as the thought of resting sounded ridiculous to you. “no, i can’t just ‘rest’, yubin! my teacher thought it was logical to pull back a deadline by a week and add even more pointers. i need to do well if i have to get into yonsei with you, and i know i’m lacking but–” you blabbered, anxious about the deadline that was approaching with each passing minute.

before you could register it, yubin held your face between his hands, pulling you closer as he softly placed a kiss on your lips. the kiss took you by surprise, but you couldn't help but chase his lips as he pulled away. your eyes were wide as yubin looked at you with a nervous smile, trying to read your expressions.

“i’ll stay up with you and help you with the assignment.” he promised, softly grasping your hands, his smile widening when you didn’t deny his touch. “just take a break for an hour, that’s all.”

“y-you are just gonna act all normal with me?” you avoided his gaze, pretending to be annoyed with the way the male kept smiling at you. “after what you just did?”

yubin grinned, pulling on your hands so your face was closer to his. “why? do you want more of that?” he asked, laughing when you pushed him away. “i didn’t want to do it like this, but i really like you, y/n.”

“i really like you too, yubin. and i’ve never been more thankful for my goldfish attention span since i met you because of it.”

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[desmondkane-of-ao3-fame]

How about some skarlow angst prompt: Willow hits her head during flyer derby training and gets a small case of amnesia, forgetting everything up to her first meeting with Luz, forgetting Luz entirely, being friends with Amity again, the entrails, even forgetting Skara being her girlfriend, so her friends and girlfriend have to help her remember what willow forgot!

Ah, this one sounds like the sort of tale that would absolutely crush Skara and everyone who reads it.

Lets do it!

This one got… a little away from me, and basically evolved into an “Understanding Willow” sequel by accident. It’s a long one, so if you’re gonna read it, I suggest you grab some popcorn and prepare your tissues as well. Lots of Skara angst in this one…

Willow would be leading another exhilerating round of Flyer Derby practice. They'd be practicing a particularly bold new strategy Skara came up with: The Drop Ride, where a player distracts their opponent by letting them get close, only to drop straight down super fast right before another player to fly up from behind and snatche the opponents flag. Willow's a bit hesitent, thinking the move could be dangerous, but Skara insists that it's as foolproof as a sports strategy can get. So, with a sigh and a smile, Willow agree's to try it. And it goes well at first: Viney's and Hunter are able to complete the move with ease, Gus makes it look effortless, and Skara's able to complete it no problem. So then it's Willow's turn.

Skara's the one who has to grab the flag this time, and just because she's dating Willow doesn't mean she's gonna go easy on her. So, when she reaches to grab the flag... she grabs it! Right before Willow drops! But Skara grabbed the flag with enough strength, and Willow dropped with such force, that Willow loses control, and before she can get Clover to rise back up, she crashes to the field at such an angle she flys off her staff, hitting her head and passing out.

The whole team rushes to Willow immediatly. Skara's the first one to reach her, craddling Willow in her arms and begging her to be ok, but Viney arrives shortly after, testing to make sure what Willow's condition is. After a few quick tests, Viney confirms, thankfully, that Willow's breathing regularly, but she needs to get to a Healer's bed. Skara carries her girlfriends into Hexside as the Entrails follow along, Gus calling Amity and Luz to let them know what happened as Skara internally begs the Titan to let her Petals be ok.

After a few hours, the Entrails, Luz and Amity, and Willow's dads are all around Willow's bedside, worried about when she'll actually come to. Viney's running tests and casts the occasional spell to help with a scrape as Hunter and Gus stand by, grabbing anything Viney says she needs to help her. Luz is comforting Amity, who feels useless in this situation, where Abomination's would just get in the way. Willow's dad's are both getting a lot of practice out of their anti-panic technique they taught Willow all those years ago. And Skara's holding Willow's hand, trying to reassure them that she'll get up soon, Petals is the toughest Witch in the world, it'll be just like a quick nap. But internally, Skara's beating herself up, angry at how she was the one who encouraged the strategy that caused this and she was the one who grabbed the flag and she-

Before she can blame herself further, though, Willow's eye's flutter open. Skara can't help but let out a delighted squeel as she watches, and everyone else turns and smiles at the sight! Willow's ok! Skara wraps her arms around Willow's neck, laughing as she kisses her cheek, so grateful that she's come to-

And Willow shoves her off, completely mortified.

"What the-Why were you just kissing me?!"

Skara's taken aback, confused and a little hurt, but Willow scans the room and her panic continues.

"Who-who are you two," she says, pointing to Luz and Hunter. "Amity, what are you doing here? And what's with your hair?" She grabs at her braids, asstonished. "A-and what's with my-"

Viney quickly takes charge, telling everyone except for Gus and her dads to get out! Skara wants to stay, but Viney insists, pushing everyone out. Skara wants to go back, but Amity stops her: if Viney, the only Healer they knew, wanted them out right now, there had to be a good reason. And Skara can't argue with that. But... Petals...

After what feels to Skara like a small eternity, Viney returns. It appears that Willow's memories have regressed to before meeting Luz. She thinks she's still taking Abomination classes, doesn’t know anything about Flyer Derby-

“And thinks I’m still bullying her.” 

It’s Amity who says it, but Skara thinks it to herself. It hurts, knowing Willow only can remember the worst things she ever did. The days she was friends with Boscha, before she stood up to her and left the triclops for her Petals. A part of her wants to cry and bemoan the unfairness of it all, but she knows this isn’t about her; it’s about Willow. So she takes a deep breath and asks Viney if there’s anything she can do to help.

Viney has one idea. And it’s one that’s a bit... unorthodox. And, they’ll need the help of a wise, powerful witch, who may be willing to bend a rule or two...

Willow’s put to sleep (which Skara can’t help but think makes her look like an angel... if a very spread out and loud angel) and Eda points them in the direction of one Raine Whispers, capable of doing what Viney wants to do: get someone inside Willow’s brain so they can help fix her memories. As soon as the plan is revealed, Luz and Amity volunteer: they both have experience going into Willow’s head, so it should be fine, right? But Luz suggests someone else: Skara. Everyone’s a bit surprised, but Luz reasons that, if Skara is the one who caused this mess, maybe she can be the one who can fix this, just like how Amity had to. Skara, wanting to make things right, agrees, standing tall and firm. As she looks down at her sleeping girlfriend, Skara promises the Titan, the Collector, whoever runs this stupid world, that she’ll do literally anything any of them ask, if it just means she can save Petals...

Raine hands Skara and Amity walkie talkies, casts the spell, and both Skara and Luz enter Willow’s mind forest. As Skara admires how even in Willow’s head, all her plants are beautiful, she takes note of a few things out of place: namely, shards of paintings, strewn across the forest floor, scattered like a thousand dulled stars. Amity explains the impact from the fall probably shattered them, which makes sense given how they were originally burnt when Amity set fire to her memories. The two set to collect all the painting pieces to set up all the memories the accident shattered. But as they do, Skara see’s herself in many of the still in-tact paintings. And many of those paintings painting her in a less then flattering light: laughing with Boscha as she made a cruel jab at Willow, pulling mean pranks on her. As she grabs more and more of the shards, she wonders more and more if she can really bring back... her Petals. If this flood of horrible memories is something she’ll think about, and if the reminder of who Skara was is going to cause Willow to break up with her. She shudders at the thought, trying to keep that idea out of her own mind for as long as she can...

But as that tries to leave her mind, a rustle in the bushes causes Skara to spin! Amity’s getting shards in the opposite direction! What...

Nothing. Nothing sits there.

Skara exhales, blaming it most likely on the wind. Willow’s... mental wind... 

Over time, both Amity and Skara collect almost all the pieces and begin to put them together (thankfully putting the pieces together in the frame just magically reconects them as opposed to needing glue which is not something I thought about until now). Some of the memories are good repaired, actually: Saving the Boiling Isles once and for all, the Entrails first championship, Willow and Skara’s first date. But some of them... Skara just tries to get those pictures over and done with. Amity attempts to keep the mood light and jovial, but with Skara barely responding to anything she says, she eventually just sighs and says:

“She’s not going to break up with you over this, Skara. I promise.”

That’s what Skara hears. And that’s what she wants to believe. What she wants to think. That Willow’s just going to shrug this all off when it’s over, accept Skara’s apology and plan their next date. It be a perfect ending.

And Skara knows that can’t happen.

She points back to the pictures on display, some of them stuff about her bullying Willow, making fun of her with Boscha and Amity. How she helped to make the biggest, kindest person in the world feel small and helpless for years. The fact Skara was able to befriend Willow, let alone date her, is a miracle from the Titan! But now, if Willow forgot about those memories and her old ones of Skara hurting her just flooded back in, then even if she remembers the good times, would Willow still accept her? If she remembers this period with amnesia and all these bad memories is it going to hurt Willow too much to date Skara? And heck, since Skara was the one who got Willow in this in the first place then-

Amity tries to talk Skara down; she’s getting hyper, overly anxious and scared. But Skara can’t stop being scared. She doesn’t want to lose her Petals. Skara doesn’t want to hear her say their through because she realized she couldn’t handle their past anymore. And the more Skara imagines it, the more scared and anxious she becomes.

She panics, and in her panic, angrily cries.

“Even when I’m dating her, all I do is hurt Willow!”

But before Amity can say anything, a hulking behemoth formed of petals and a thin, wirey, cacoon-like mesh, smashes through the forest! Glowing bright scarlet in rage, the beast takes a fist, roars, and smashes one of the tree’s with a painting the girls had finished! Shocked and confused, Skara watches as the beast raises its fist again at another tree, before Amity snaps her out of it, and Skara lunges at the creature! Not knowing if she can even do magic here, Skara just gives the beast the ol’ Skara Special, the same move she tried on that EC gaurd who tried to capture her... but to no avail. All it does is turn to her, angrier then it was even last time.

“You. Hurt. Her!”

The creature smashes its fist into Skara, sending her realing. Luz is able to send the thing back, but it still attempts to destroy another one of the paintings on their way out, one of Boscha ‘pranking’ Willow with an exploding potion in her Abomination goop. As Skara recovers her senses, she asks Amity if she has any idea what in Titan just happened!  And Amity’s quiet. She doesn’t want to say it. So Skara asks again, because she knows if Amity wont tell her-

“It’s... I think that was her Inner Willow.”

Skara feels a lump in her throat, and her fear worsens. She can’t help it: She runs, runs back through the forest of memories, trailed by Amity begging her to stop. But Skara keeps running, because at least running is better then facing the idea of Willow-

Skara realizes too late that she’s smacked into one of the tree’s, diving headfirst into the painting. At first she’s scared: She just landed in another reminder of her mistakes! Thats all she can-

But no. Instead, when she opens her eyes, it’s not that at all! It’s a memory of their first date! Of Willow playing (well, breaking) a Test of Strength and winning Skara a stuffed Slitherbeast. Skara watches on, as Willow hands her past self the oversized prize, to Skara’s delight. She remembers how she still has it in her room, and how she cuddles with it whenever Willow can’t be there...

Amtiy arrives, asking Skara to stop running before realizing she had. So they both stop, and watch the silly couple walking away, Skara kissing Willow’s cheek as the two made their way to grab some Rotten Candy. Amity sighs as she watches, patting the space next to her as she sits criss-crossed.

“I think we should talk...”

So they do. Skara sits, knees to her chest, and admits she knows she’s selfish. She knows she’s being stupid. But she’s so, so scared of losing Willow. 

“She’s the greatest thing to happen to me.”

She pauses.

“But you don’t think you’re the greatest thing to her?”

Amity sighs, placing a hand on Skara’s shoulder.

Skara takes a deep breath, let’s it out, and asks, shakily:

“If Luz… if she left you cause of how you used to be… what would you do?”

Amity’s eyes go wide. For a moment, Skara wonders if the idea of losing her girlfriend scares Amity more then it scares even her.

“I… I would be hurt. Incredibly hurt, I won’t lie.”

Amity takes her own shaky breath at the idea. “I’d probably curl into a ball on my bed and spend the next week crying. Losing Luz over the past… it would be like losing a limb.”

Skara knows it’s the same way with her.

“But… you’d get it?”

Amity nods. “I care about Luz. And I care about what she wants. What makes her happy. And if, Titan forbid, being with me didn’t make her happy… I’d break it off myself.”

It’s not exactly what Skara wants to hear, but it’s what she knows she has to.

Unfortunetly for them, their talk is interrupted tremors shaking the entire memory. As the two run to the gate, they spot the creature again, stomping about the forest and looking at other memories to smash. Remembering what Amity said earlier, about an ‘Inner Willow,’ Skara knows what she has to do. Leaping out from the painting, she runs up to it, standing in front of the newest painting to catch its eyes. 

“Willow, I’m sorry! If you hate me, I get it, and if you want to... to break up then-”

But that’s as far as Skara’s speech goes before she’s punted down the length of the forest.

The monster follows after Skara, and Amity rushes to catch up. But as she does, somthing stops her. The faint sound of crying in the distance. A very specific crying.

Willow’s crying.

Amity stops in confusion, and turns to the sound, seeing a faint purple glow in the same direction. She calls out, trying to grab Inner Willow’s attention. As they look up, she see’s their glasses fractured, cracks all across them, as she tries to stand. Amity rushes to Willow’s side, trying to help her up.

“There was a thud, and the whole place shook, and so many memory paintings shattered and now somethings here and-”

Amity’s already grabbing the walkie talkie, calling on help from Raine and the others to know just what the heck whatever’s hunting Skara as she drags Willow to catch up to them.

As they run after Skara, she’s currently being cornered by whatever it is that’s in Willow’s mind. She’s stepping back, unable to turn away from it. She pleads with it to stop, to let them finish, but all it can do is swipe at Skara, crying ‘YOU. HURT. HER!’ Skara jumps to the side, as it smashes it’s hand into the tree, causing the whole thing to shake and shatter the painting, once again. But this time, it stops, staring down at the pieces in shock, before trying to take them into its oversized hands. Skara stares on in bewilderment as the creature begins to try and reform the painting after smashing so many of them?

And then she looks down at the shattered pieces, and realizes what makes this memory different: It’s in Willow’s apartment building, right outside her door. Both girls are in their finest dress up attire after Skara brought Willow home from a movie, talking and laughing and holding hands and blushing and Skara taking a deep breath right outside Willow’s door and-

This is the memory of their first kiss.

And Skara thinks she knows whats going on.

Back with Amity and Willow, Raine tells them about called an Algos: a phenoma where a person can bring so much fear into another persons head it manifests as a seperate being! And this Algos seems to be coming from Skara!

Which Skara herself realizes, as the creature begins to shrink down, morph, into a glowing purple mirror of herself, save for dark, empty eyes. She’s trying to repair the painting, frantically putting the pieces back together like her life depnded on it, muttering about how all of this was her fault, how she can fix this, how she has to fix this, how-

Skara takes a seat next to her counterpart, helping to repair the memory. “After we fix this one,” Skara tells them, “we should try fixing all the other ones... we smashed.”

But her memory mirror shakes her head. “We hurt her. We hurt her and she’ll remember that. But, if she can’t remember, doesn’t remember, then-”

“Then we just make the whole thing a billion times worse.” Skara turns to her counterpart, taking their hand. “Believe me, I get it. I’m terrified of what she thinks of us when this is over. If she’s gonna hate us or not. But... but this isn’t about us. It’s about her. And if after all this, she breaks up with us, then...”

Tears stream down the purple Skara’s face. She looks up at the real Skara, eyes filled with pain and hurt and understanding. Then, without warning, she wraps her arms around Skara.

And Skara wraps her arms around them.

“Skara! You here! You ok?”

Skara blinks, and her mirror image is gone, now replaced with Amity, and a glowing purple Willow with broken glasses. Seeing them, she smiles.

“I’m ok, yeah.” Then, looking back on the ground, she notes “C’mon. We got some memories to re-make.”

A couple hours pass as the three girls put the memories back together again. Skara doesn’t say a whole lot, not really sure what she can say. She knows that some of the memories they put together make her too happy to say anything. And some of the memories make her want to stay silent forever. But as she, Amity, and Willow slide the last of the pieces into the final memory, of agreeing to Skara’s stupid strategy, she knows she’s ready for whatever comes of it.

As the last of the memories are repaired, Willow’s glasses lose their cracks, and she looks at Skara, wide eyed and beaming. 

Then, to Skara’s surprise, Willow hugs her.

And Skara hugs back.

With one last call to Raine, Amity and Skara return to the physical world. Viney, after making sure both of them are ok, holds smelling salts up to Willow’s nose and, much to everyones delight, she awakens. Coughing and hacking up a lung at the terrible smell, but awake none the less.

Everyone crowds Willow, hugging her and rapidly talking about how much their glad to have her back. Everyone but Skara, who stands behind them, still not sure what to say or do. But knowing she would only do it if it was best for Willow.

After a minute or two of everyones undivided attention, Willow notices Skara’s hesitation. She asks for some privacy, and after a few more hugs from Luz and some quick kisses from her dads, the room clears. It’s only the two girls, alone in the room.

Willow reaches out her hand. “You know I’m not gonna break up with you, right?”

Skara barely can believe the statement, even as she takes her girlfriends hand. “But when you pushed me away, and all the horrible memories... after getting you hurt again, how can you still wanna date me?”

“Because the girl who hung out with Boscha’s gone.” She squeezed Skara’s hand, smiling. “She’s just a memory. And now, I have this wonderful, amazing girl, this brilliant strategist and fun soul and silly bard, to be with.”

Skara can’t help but feel a few pinpricks of tears forming in her eyes. “Titan... you’re a sap when you wanna be, you know?”

Willow just smiles. “I’m glad I get to make new memories with you, Skara.” Right before pulling Skara in for a kiss.

And of course, Skara kisses back.

[whats-wild-to-you]

100 Days To Fall In Love

[day 14]

“Changmin! I need your help!”

“Ms. Lee, tell me, how can help you?”

“Do you have a good cake recipe?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I need to make a cake but I can’t find a decent recipe on the internet.”

“Well, today’s your lucky day! I have an excellent recipe for blueberry cream cake. And fresh blueberries.” He announced, raising a packet of blueberries triumphantly in the air.

“Perfect.” I took out my phone and sent a quick text to Mr. Kim, asking him if Jay would like it.

His answer came promptly. Jay apparently wasn’t much of a cake person.

“Changmin, do you maybe know what kind of cake Mr. Park likes?”

“Mr. Park doesn’t eat cake, Ms., is this for him?”

“Yes, I was thinking about making one for him.”

“Any special occasion?”

No. Not really. Just the fact that I’m trying to get on his good side.

“You know what? I’m making it anyway, can you help me?”

“Of course, Ms. Lee.”

I woke up extra early this morning, yet Jay had already left. I just hoped he would come home for lunch, and if not then at least get off work early in the evening.

Changmin and I went to work, me measuring out all the ingredients and him taking out bowls and the kitchen aid. Heejin and even Jiyeon came in, inspecting what we were doing. I was still clueless as to what Jiyeon’s job in the house was, and as soon as the girls left, I asked Changmin.

“I only met Jiyeon a couple days ago for the first time. She sure is quiet.” I began, testing the waters.

“She’s been here the longest. When I started working here, she was the only other employee. Her and Mr. Park are a well-oiled machine.” Changmin replied absentmindedly.

“Really? She looks so young though.”

“I guess. I don’t know exactly how long she’s been working here, maybe they just clicked instantly.” He added and started separating the eggs.

I took it as my cue that he didn’t want to continue this conversation and silently carried on.

By the time I was finished with the cake it was past lunch time and Changmin still hadn’t started cooking. At the end it was a good thing Jay didn’t come home for lunch. I could almost see the look on his face if Changmin had brought in a cake instead of a hot meal.

“Can you store this in the fridge? I’ll come later and get it.”

“Of course.”

I thanked him for his help and retreated to my room until lunch would be served. It seemed like a busy day since all three maids were running around the house doing various things.

I took a long bath, adding several scented oils to the water. Today I wanted to look exceptionally pretty. After drying myself with a fluffy towel, I applied body lotion and did my hair. Then I applied makeup, wrapped myself in a bath robe and went to look for an outfit.

Lunch time was long over so I assumed Changmin would be preparing dinner instead. For a moment I thought about texting Mr. Kim to ask him how long Jay would be.

This is ridiculous! Why can’t I call Jay instead?

Enthusiastically, I picked up the phone and called Jay. Initially it kept ringing and for a second I thought about hanging up, assuming he was busy but then he answered. As expected, he sounded annoyed.

‘What?’

‘Am I disturbing you?’

‘What do you think?’

Not in the mood to pick a fight, I apologized.

‘I’m sorry. I was just wondering when you will be home tonight.’

‘It’s gonna be late. Is that all?’

In the background I could hear a female voice giggling.

‘Yes.’

He hung up right away and I traipsed back to the bathroom to take off my makeup. I brushed out my hair and put it in a ponytail. Instead of a nice dress I wore a simple pair of pants and a basic shirt.

A hour later I went down to the dining room and had dinner by myself. I thought about Ri-Na and how much I missed her.

It’s been days since I had that conversation with Jay, in which he promised me he would set me up with some people so I wouldn’t feel so alone. So far he hadn’t fulfilled his promise and although I didn’t want to nag, I knew I’d have to remind him again.

It was now past 10pm. The house was empty and silent. The maids and chefs were all in the annex. Heejin insisted on staying until I was finished with my dinner but I made her leave, saying I was more than capable to rinse out a plate and put it in the dishwasher. I knew I’d be miserable and I didn’t need for anyone to witness it.

The first sobs escaped on the way to the kitchen. After I had cleaned up I went to the fridge and opened it. The cake I made for Jay was staring back at me, mocking me. I almost took it out and threw it in the trash, but then I remembered how Changmin abandoned his own work to help me make it, so I refrained. It’d be a shame to throw such a beautiful cake away, I’d give it to the maids in the morning.

Shortly after I went upstairs to my room, even though it was only 10.30. What else was there to do? I pitied the person who’d date Jay for real. She was going to live in a giant fancy prison, all by herself. I doubted Jay could change his ways. To him, work was the most important thing.

Unable to sleep, I tossed and turned yet another night in my bed. When I checked the time on my phone I realized only two hours had passed.

Upset, I got out of bed and sat down on the desk. I just sat there frozen in place, pen in hand, staring at the empty page in my diary.

The paper turned blotchy from the tears that fell on it and eventually dried out. That’s how long I was like this. Finally I put on a night robe and went downstairs and to the kitchen. I had decided to throw the cake away and sneak the trash bag out myself in the morning, before any of the employees came in.

But when I took it out of the fridge a feeling of frustration and something else came over me. I took a fork out, ready to stab into the cake, when I heard footsteps approaching.

“What are you still doing here? It’s late!”

I took a couple deep breaths to steady my nerves before I spoke.

“I know. You’re late too.” I said through gritted teeth.

Jay laughed, agitating me even more. “You’re funny.”

The fact that he ridiculed me, was the final straw. I exploded in his face, contract be damned.

“Today I stood in the kitchen for hours, making this stupid cake for you, wanting to share it with you, I thought maybe we could sit down, have a cup of coffee, talk. But you chose to keep yourself busy with ‘work’.” I was yelling at him, not caring one bit how he’d react or what he might say.

He cleared his throat, and although the kitchen was ill-lit I could see his face darken, his eyes became thin slits and his jaw popped from him grinding his teeth continuously. With one long step he closed the distance between us, standing alarmingly close, looking down at me.

“I didn’t hire you to make me cake and worry about with whom or what I busy myself, do you understand that? You’re a prop, you’re not calling any shots, you just do what I tell you to do. And if it’s too much for you to handle, you can always leave. Pack your bags and go. Don’t worry, you won’t be missed.”

Jay was breathing heavily, untied his tie and opened a few buttons on his shirt. His tattoos were peeking but I didn’t dare to take a look. Every time his chest rose, his exposed skin made contact with mine, which was only protected by the flimsy material of my night robe. Soon, and without me wanting it, my nipples got hard. Jay noticed it, looked down for a second, groaned and took a few steps back.

“By now you should know your place! Next time you raise your voice at me, I’ll rip the contract in pieces and you will leave.”

“You can’t talk to me like that!”

“Oh I can, and I will. And since you need the money, you will put up with it!”

“Fuck you!” I spat in his face, while tears were welling up in my eyes. I brushed past him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry and knowing that he caused it.

[Jay’s POV]

Furious, I called Mr. Kim. Hyo Ri was his responsibility. He needed to know her behavior towards me was unacceptable and set her straight.

‘Don’t do anything, I’ll be there soon!’ He answered in his sleepy voice.

Twenty minutes later he came in through the kitchen back door, just as I was throwing Hyo Ri’s cake in the trash.

“What is that? Why are you throwing it out?”

“She made it for me.”

“What? Ah, you mean Soo-Jin!”

“Her name is Hyo Ri!”

“Right. I’m sorry, I momentarily forgot!”

“She was yelling at me!”

A chuckle escaped Mr. Kim’s lips, that turned into a cough when I stared at him.

“Can I be honest for a minute? I’ve only known Hyo Ri for two weeks now, but I can already tell she’s a good person. A great person. Loving, caring, selfless. If she made a cake for you, she did it so with her best intensions in mind.

Although she’s been through so much, she’s kind and helping everyone around her. And she really wants to help you! All that she’s asking for is that you give her an inch.”

Mr. Kim was twice my age, he could easily be my father, but when it came to women he had no idea what he was talking about. I’ve seen enough women weave their way into a man’s life, into his house and wallet. And Hyo Ri was no different.

No different than my stepmother who seduced my father after mother died. She sucked the life right out of him just like he sucked out all of his money. In the end he died too, and my stepmother left with 50% of his wealth, my wealth, and years passed before I saw her again.

“Have you ever been married, Mr. Kim?”

“No. And neither have you! Not all women are snakes like your stepmother. Please don’t be a bitter man who uses women to his advantage just because they had one bad experience in the past!”

I chuckled. I was in a relationship when father met my step-mother. Soon after I went to college in the United States. Although we tried long-distance, our relationship didn’t survive. The way my stepmother treated father made me lose all hope in women and from then on I only entertained casual relationships and ended them as soon as the girls caught feelings.

I promised myself I wouldn’t end up like my father. I wouldn’t allow a single woman to ever use me like that!

“This has nothing to do with my stepmother. Hyo Ri needs to know her place! If she got to you with her sob story that’s your problem, but I won’t fall for that!”

I turned to leave but Mr. Kim’s hand on my shoulder hindered me. “Sit down!”, he ordered and I sighed.

An hour later I walked upstairs. Thoughts were running through my head after what Mr. Kim told me. Hyo Ri had opened up to him, told him that she wasn’t looking for an easy way out of her miserable life. I only believed that story to some extend. The fact was, she needed money, desperately. People like her are able to endure a lot of pain and suffering. Her lashing out on me like that must’ve been due to something else. She was an actress. And not a particularly good one.

When I passed by her room I heard loud sobs. My feet stopped for a minute, while I stared at her door.

“Come to your senses!” I eventually told myself, shaking my head and going into my room.

***

[day 15]

[glapplebloom]

I wanna play a game

The Student Six have a test coming up and four of the six of them are not prepared. So when they have a Study Group Session, they’re having a good time until Cozy Glow comes in. She basically attacks their culture to put a wedge into their relationship. The Tree of Harmony, already having an interest in them, decides to lure them into its realm.

Underneath the School, the Student Six meet “Twilight Sparkle” who doesn’t seem to like the idea that they do not have friendship in their nature. So the tree decides to give them each test. It seemed that each test was focused on individual fears, but the tests are more than that. Each one was designed to not only cater to the individual but to a pair.

Smolder, Gallus and Yona were given tests that they could solve alone. That’s because their culture is focused on not being friendly. Being too cool for others, just not liking anyone, or being too good for anyone. So when they solve their individual test, their real test is seeing if they’ll stay for their friends or not. And they passed by going to look for them.

Ocellus and Silverstream, already friendly, have tests that they can’t solve by themselves. With Ocellus, it's the fear of not really being able to change. With Silverstream, it's not being able to face their fears. It is because of Smolder (whose test is to show she has changed) and Gallus (who did face his fear to escape) it gave them the strength to pass their tests.

Sandbar’s test seems kind of lame, but I can see the intention. He wanted to go on adventures with the Main Six. And he had to make a choice between going on that adventure or trying to help his friends. While he failed for a while, he eventually did decide on his friends who are just as amazing as he thinks the Main Six are. And this is how he finally passes his test.

With this, the Tree of Harmony showed that Friendship is indeed their nature. So after passing the test, Cozy Glow comes in to apologize and promises them to give them an extension on their test. But we all know this eventually leads to the season finale, which by the time I reviewed it originally I apparently already saw. But even if I didn’t, the fact they focused on her so much made you see Red Flags.

Overall, I found this episode to be pretty fun. It really shows how well they are as friends and as individuals. I do wish they had more stories but what are you gonna do? Click here to see the original review and how it fits in GLAB canon.