#like loved ones might exaggerate 1) to make you feel good

[celestialsequels]

stupid cupid keeps on calling me, but i see lovin’ in his eyes ¡! ❞

— synopsis: jimin takes you on a museum date.

— warnings: fluffy, a couple of kisses here and there, jimin and y/n being complete losers for each other.

— w/c: 1.7k

— part 1

a/n: guess who’s back from hiatus. thank you for being so supportive and considerate over the last few weeks as i was gone. this one is for you guys and i hope you guys enjoy it !

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after being interrogated by yeonjun, you rushed home as fast as you could. every part of you jittered in utter excitement. the evening glow had began to radiate off of you ever so slightly as you thought back to the events that took place earlier—the way her lips felt on yours, the way she gazed into your eyes as if you were the last person on earth.

yeah, you were so done for.

your steps seemed to have their own rhythm as you walked home, all drowned in your thoughts. everything around you seemed so much happier. the people around you felt like they were more in love than ever. the murals painted on the buildings you walked past felt as if they were speaking to you. hell, even nature blushed when you smiled. you finally reached home and entered through the backdoor, since it always seemed to be open. you quickly took your shoes off, almost stumbling onto your cat, flipflop, as you made your way inside. you threw everything onto the ground and headed upstairs to your room to get dressed for your date.

hangers? on the ground. accessories? on the ground. your entire wardrobe? on the goddamn ground.

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“jun, nothing looks good on me. i’m starting to think this date was a bust,” you pouted as yeonjun did nothing but laugh at you.

“maybe try that outfit you always say you’ll wear but never actually end up wearing,” he suggested when he sensed you had been silent for too long.

you ushered yourself to your pile of clothing that remained still on the ground for the past hour, simply hoping that something would begin to look appealing. suddenly, an idea popped into your head and you just knew this was going to be the outfit of a lifetime—okay, you were exaggerating, but at this point, it was better than nothing. yeonjun simply stared at you pacing around the room in what seemed like excitement but was, in fact, insanity. he had never seen you so eager yet so anxious about meeting a person; this was definitely something out of the ordinary. it made his heart swell with joy, finally seeing you so happy after so many years.

“you know, y/nnie, i’m really happy to see you all happy and chirpy after so many years. i never thought i’d see the day,” yeonjun spoke softly as you admired yourself in the mirror with a fond smile.

“jun…she truly makes me so happy. my worries seem lighter than a feather when she looks into my eyes. my soul feels lighter when she places her lips on mine. she makes me feel whole. god, i sound like a sap,” you chuckled at your own words as you realized that this girl was all you wanted.

“you are a sap, little shit–”,

before he could let out another word, you threw your half-eaten, almost-rotting pudding cup in his face.

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it was nearly seven-thirty, and you only seemed to be getting more and more anxious. you started to ponder at what the future held for the two of you, thinking about nights when you two wouldn’t be able to sleep, so you’d spend it in the kitchen together, or when life might get a bit rough, and you’d find comfort within each others’ arms. the thought of living together made you blush a little harder than you would like to admit. the sudden ring of the door bell jolted you out of your thoughts, practically making you jump in front of the mirror to check if you looked perfect—and that you did, just oh so perfect. yeonjun’s snores seemed to emphasize as you made your way out of the room, not before kicking him in the shin as you ran to the front door.

“You—,”

his words zoned out as your blood rushing through your veins was the only thing you could pay attention to. you propped yourself in front of the door, giving yourself military-grade advice, but who were you kidding? not even a defibrillator could put your heart at ease. you peeked through the peephole of the door to make sure it was jimin. opening the door, and there she was. her hair flew in the crisp evening wind like the finest hazelnut spread. her eyes bore into yours as you finally opened the door after what felt like an eternity. a distinct silence fell between the two of you as your hearts soared with passion. the music playing from your ipod playing in the distance had you wanting to grab her hand and pull her as close to you as possible.

“pack it up, you two, i’ve gotta get in my beauty sleep,” yeonjun spoke up from behind you, scaring you two in the process.

“uh huh, okay,” you eyed him suspiciously since you knew damn well he wasn’t the type to sleep this early but chose not to say anything else.

“take good care of her jimin otherwise…” he threatened playfully while leaning against the wall.

“okay, hobbit,” jimin reached for your hand and pulled you out the door with her before giggling at her own joke.

adorable, you thought.

you two ran before you could hear him yell out anymore curses. soon, you heard the door shut and you two stopped running. Your entire body turned red as you realized you were gripping onto her hand for dear life. the crickets chirped from the nature surrounding you two. a calm yet fervent tension settled between you like an expecting nebula.

“you look so pretty tonight,” she broke the silence, mentally cursing herself for sounding like a loser.

“and you look all mine tonight,” your boldness surprising the two of you as the both of you turned into a giggling mess. of course, you two were losers in love, but you were each others’ losers, and that’s all that mattered.

after about half an hour of walking and flirting, you two finally reached the art museum. solace taking over you two as you floated in your little microcosm full of love. the lights shone down upon the entrance, colors displayed all over like an orchestra. mellow music could be heard from the speakers as you dragged jimin to the progress of love: the meeting. the viridian of the painting speaking directly to you while your eyes traced down the two lovers that sat patiently. jimin didn’t say a word given that you were so invested into the artwork, so she just let you tug her around the entirety of the museum. her eyes outlined your face whenever your eyes filled with sparks of interest at whatever you were looking at. her heartbeat intensified whenever you reached for her hand so she could pay attention to what you were saying.

“jimin, look, it's the lovers by rené magritte. i had to work on it for art class; it was fascinating—”

before you could say more, she eagerly pulled you in by the nape and placed her soft and succulent lips onto yours. all air was knocked out of your lungs as you still hadn’t gotten used to her lips being on yours, moving ever so fervently while her hands remained on your nape, gently playing with your hair. the lights in the museum suddenly dimmed, and the cold temperature of the room hastily became warmer. jimin’s fingers hovered across your arm, causing goosebumps to form all over your body. a few flower petals began to fall all around the room as you slowly pulled out of the kiss only to find jimin cheesing at you.

candles lit up right on time as she put her hand out for you to hold so she could show you exactly what she had in store for you. every part of you was radiated happiness. the entire museum fell into a soothing silence as jimin walked you outside into the garden. the entire garden was decorated with candles, with petals creating a walkway to the picnic she had prepared for you.

“jimin...is this all for me?” you questioned in surprise as you had never been treated so gently.

“pretty girl, everything i do is for you,” she turned a few shades redder when she saw you looking at her with the most admirable gaze. you smiled to yourself, realizing in the moment that this was the love of your life, whether you wanted to admit it or not. out of the blue, a small note sitting on the blanket caught your eye, causing you to curiously go examine it.

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“hi y/nnie…

i left you a polaroid camera

because i knew you would forget it at home.

go make memories with your future wife

- love jun”

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“so, this is why yeonjun told me he was going to sleep early?” you chuckled in disbelief as you recalled back to how they were eyeing each other down earlier.

“mhm, i wasn’t gonna say anything but you know how he is,” jimin responded behind you.

“jiminie, i really want you to know how loved i felt with you tonight. i-i don’t think i’ve ever been treated so softly before. you’re my person and i want you to know that,” you admitted tearfully.

“baby, you’re my person too. i adore you too much to ever treat you wrong. i didn’t think you’d like the date this much, so i was slightly nervous,” she spoke to you, affectionately rubbing her thumb over your cheek.

“you are my favourite date,” you said before pressing your lips onto hers.

the lights of the museum had completely turned off, leaving you two all alone in the garden to make memories. candles swaying along with the zephyr of the night. the flowers serenading with the music that was once playing from your ipod at home.

you two were finally home.

stupid cupid keeps on calling me, but i see lovin’ in his eyes…

[diorsluv]

casual , part 7

“ you said ‘we’re not together’ ”

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next chapter notes ) soooo yes they’re a little toxic but i love my toxic men 🥴

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[eth3real-ess3nce]

PICK A ♡ PILE - THREE MONTH LOVE FORECAST

Top left (1) , Top right (2) , Bottom left (3) , Bottom right (4)

Enjoy!

PILE 1

This reading is meant for you if one of more of these apply: ♡ you have been planning your Christmas holidays (2-3 months prior) ♡ you were born in March or April ♡ life path 3 6 or 8 ♡ someone close to you (or you) is named Christina ♡ summer is your favourite season ♡ you hate coffee ♡ it's your last year of high school or college ♡ you own a cat ♡ you are from Asia or dream of visiting Asia / Eastern Asia ♡ you love Starbucks ♡ you see angel number 333 ♡ you used to love Bratz or Monster high ♡ I see you regaining your confidence, how lovely! Many of you have been thinking about making changes to your appearance & you will make these thoughts come true. You will be PAMPERED by the universe. Feels good to finally spoil yourself, huh? Totally! And because of the radiance your glow up offers you, you are going to attract multiple "knights" who will want to add to it. I see material gifts, thoroughly planned dates and tokens of appreciation in your future. Many of you will be meeting new potential love interests during Christmas holidays. Please be careful of lovebombers. Now it isn't the case for everybody of course, since it's a collective reading. But if you notice that someone is making big promises early on and you feel uncomfortable with it, listen to your gut please. For many of you, there might be a third person you don't know about. And whether you know about the third person , please avoid getting entangled in such situations as it won't end well for you..I'm saying this with love Being showered with gifts and being treated like a queen is amazing , but just be aware of the hidden agendas. In cases a third person doesn't exist, they will attempt to lure you in by pretending that you are everything you ever asked for. Keep your lovely eyes open! ✨ 💗 Zodiac signs mostly present/related: Taurus, Leo, Cancer (sun, moon, rising or venus)

PILE 2

This reading is meant for you if one or more of these apply: ♡ Life path 5 or the number 5 on your birth date ♡ you are christian or muslim ♡ you wear earphones most of the time ♡ your favourite colour is a shade of blue ♡ you have sensitive stomach or food intolerances ♡ you drop things on the floor easily lately ♡ you like to draw, you use black&white filters on pictures a lot ♡ you live near a thrift shop ♡ your name ends with an "e" ♡ you have practised art before like drama or sculpting I feel that this is my heartbroken pile. I want to start by giving you a BIG warm hug and try to offer you the sweetest, most encouraging words possible today. I'm sensing some type of betrayal here whether it's literal or emotional. You tend to overgive to people close to you, even if they don't deserve it. You are tired of feeling taken advantage of. You feel that so much is owed to you and you definitely have the right to feel this way. You have been stepped over and over again. This is the time where you will be given the decision to put an end to these energies. Some of you might be still entangled in situations where they drain your soul and your light , others might have walked away but are still trying to pick up the pieces of their hearts & heal.. It seems very difficult for you, because making the decision to prioritise yourself & your needs is something brand new to you. You never thought you were supposed to put yourself first before ; to think that your physical mental, emotional wellbeing must come first. My dear pile 2, I know you are seeking a glimpse of hope in today's reading but I ought to be 100% honest with you. Dating is not what is meant for you right now. You are going through one of the deepest spiritual transformations in your life currently and I am not exaggerating. You are still learning how to perceive yourself as someone who is human with needs and desires, and NOT as a doormat for others to step conveniently on. "But is there hope for me to find love?" Yes. I see that happening later than sooner, though. When you will be coming out of your "winter" phase in your life ; with your healed scars and with confidence you never even imagined you'd possess before. The future holds endless, limitless blessings for you, pile 2. All the power & courage you're seeking is within. Zodiac signs mostly present/related: Pisces & Sagittarius (sun, moon, rising or venus)

PILE 3

This reading is meant for you if one or more of these apply: ♡ you have short hair ♡ life path 9 or have 9 on your date of birth ♡ one of your parents or siblings has aries placements ♡ you traveled inside USA in the past month ♡ you own a green jacket ♡ you are an athlete ♡ your chart is water or air dominant ♡ your name or last name starts with an "M" ♡ you have trouble sleeping lately ♡ you have neon lights in your bedroom ♡ you prefer older guys (I don't blame you) ♡ one of your favourite artists is Taylor swift, Jhene Aiko, Beyoncé ♡ you have tattoo(s) on your wrists/hands ♡ you stay home a lot lately Currently, it seems that you prefer your solitude. Many of you have given up on dating, you feel defeated in some way. You are extra picky with people (as you should) , as you can clearly see through them & make correct judgements about them often. Some of you might have been practicing abstinence, you are spiritually isolated and you are single by choice. I see you living your truth and stand firmly on your beliefs, even if it comes off harsh or weird to others. You don't care. 😉 In the next three months: Initially, you will stay this way. It's very likely that for some of you a past lover might return and even offer closure. You will have reflected a lot on past mistakes that were made & since you took time off the dating pool, you will be able to make healthy choices for yourself. And also, to say "no" to what doesn't serve you. Dear pile 3, I agree it's good to be highly selective, but I see here that many of you struggle when it comes to receiving. You might be looking at those videos where girls are getting princess treatment, flowers, etc. from their boyfriends and you deeply yearn for it. I know some of you won't even admit it 😅 But it's PERFECTLY fine to desire those things. You deserve to be properly loved & cherished. Allow this into your life when the opportunity presents itself, because I assure you it will. Something passionate is in the cards for you. You won't expect it and you won't expect with whom it will happen. You might know (or get to know) this person & not like them at first, but then sparks will begin to ignite. Mark my words. I'm sensing heavy air energy from this pile, woah. (gemini, libra, aquarius) sun moon rising venus. Because of your naturally detached nature, you don't fall in love with just anyone . This time, though , your inner child finally feels safe with someone. This is what your spirit has been asking for. A love that feels like home. Zodiac Signs mostly present/related: Pisces, Aries, Leo, Sagittarius, Libra (sun, moon, rising or venus)

PILE 4

This reading is meant for you if one or more of these apply: ♡ you braid your hair very often ♡ you're reading this while you are not in your hometown ♡ you were born in 2005,2006,1997 ♡ your father is an attorney ♡ you have leo placements ♡ you come from money ♡ you have heart(s) in your bio ♡ you have dark hair and light eyes ♡ you mostly wear boots ♡ you love Green Day ♡ your venus is in Aries ♡ you have nose ring(s) ♡ your name has two A's ♡ you ate cereal the same day you read this ♡ you have a pet with green eyes ♡ you own a necklace with a crystal/stone ♡ you're half European Hello hello! I must say, this pile is scaring me a bit. So wild! 😳 and so much secrecy... 👀 Pile 4 your love lives never cease to be boring. I can hear you thinking "why am I falling in love with the wrong people" "why do i have to make difficult choices in love". I see.... There are multiple energies coming through so bear with me as I'm going to cover them all ❤️ As I said, I sense so much secrecy here. But during the next 3 months everything will be revealed. Do you have feelings for someone you shouldn't, but you keep it to yourself? You will probably either tell them or they'll know. Someone from your friend group or class has a crush on you? You will definitely discover it. Do you have an affair behind someone's back? Baby.. it will be known. Does the person you are involved with know that you don't want something serious? It's time for them to learn... I don't seek to be strict, only honest and loving with you, so this is why I advise against being reckless, okay? With your heart and others'. One of the first messages that popped up, is **warning against unwanted pregnancies** so pretty please make sure you use protection if you don't plan on getting pregnant!!! 💗 Pile 4, in the next 3 months karma will be served, whether it's good or bad. If you worry, it's not too late to change how things are. You always have free will. It's just the overall energy that I am getting. For example, if you don't want your crush to know that you like them, then they won't. BUT, opportunities will present themselves.. just sayin'! It's your choice, always. Expect those changes to occur during the next mercury retrograde (December 13th if you're reading this before that date). I advise you to be on your best behaviour, pile 4!!! I know "forbidden love" situations & mind games are giving you adrenaline and meaning in life... but it's not the time to act up if you want to be free of consequences 😳 And for those of you who know you're doing nothing wrong, I got you. Someone is absolutely infatuated with you but something is holding them back. I have channeled a few clues for you ❤️ : "dark hair" "Scorpio" "19 (could be age or numbers at their date of birth)" "Works in retail" "Initials J or D" "has a flag/scarf of their favourite football team in their room" "met at a party" "subtle ways to have physical contact with you" "had a cringe emo phase a while ago" "has randomly bought you food before" Does it ring a bell?? Zodiac Signs mostly present/related: Aquarius, pisces, Scorpio (sun, moon, rising or venus)

[libraryofgage]

Steddie PJO AU Part One

One (1) person asked for this, and it was only after I told them I'd had an idea, so, like, fuck it we ball.

The parents of the various kids will be revealed as the series goes on, but I'll look forward to your guesses along the way!

Also, I haven't read the books in a hot fucking minute, but the trailer has had me in a chokehold. This is written more for fun than anything else, so just shut off your brain and enjoy the ride without thinking about accuracy. You'll love it, I promise!

As always, if you see any typos no you didn't ;)

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With a low, frustrated growl, Eddie tears a page out of his notebook, crumples it into a ball, and throws it on the floor of his tent. All he gets for his troubles is another page of lyrics underneath the first that fail to actually do what he wants. "Fucking shit prophecy," he mutters, tearing that page out, too.

It hits the ground right as Chrissy pokes her head into the tent. She watches it bounce once before settling on the ground. "How's the songwriting?" she jokes, letting the tent's flap fall shut behind her.

"Bad," Eddie says, dropping the notebook and standing. He glares at the paper balls and kicks one away. "Just as bad as the prophecy itself."

"Aww, it's not that bad," Chrissy says, walking a little closer and playfully punching Eddie's arm. Her smile is bright enough to make Eddie feel like he needs sunglasses, and that isn't even because Chrissy's father is Apollo. That's just all her. "At least your prophecy doesn't promise, you know, horrible death."

Eddie scoffs, turning to look at Chrissy as he gestures at his Def Leppard shirt and torn jeans and chunky rings and general metalhead vibe. "Do I look like someone who should be getting that prophecy?" he asks.

He doesn't wait for her to answer before scrunching his face and reciting in a high, mocking voice, "You shall witness an unfair fight between land and sky where feathers with great reluctance fly. And as the sun is shining bright, you shall be swaying in the moon's sweet light."

By the time he's done, he's clasped his hands and held them up to his face with an exaggerated doe-eyed expression. Eddie drops it the moment he finishes, his nose scrunching in disgust as he rolls his eyes. "I have a reputation to uphold, Chrissy."

She doesn't take his complaints seriously. Instead, Chrissy rolls her eyes and sits on the edge of Eddie's cot. "Sure, sure, you're too cool for anything good to happen to you. Still, you might be better off if you didn't try turning that prophecy into something angry."

Eddie huffs, kicks another paper ball, and drops to a crouch next to the cot. After a few seconds, he begrudgingly admits, "Yeah, maybe."

Chrissy sympathetically pats his head, her touch warm and light, and smiles at him. "In other news, we've got another retrieval request for you," she says.

"Oh, boy, work."

"C'mon, you enjoy them," Chrissy says, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper. "A cyclops sighted some demigod kids running around with, well, she wasn't sure if he was also a demigod or not. But they won't be safe long when they're clustered together like that, so, go bring 'em back."

She passes Eddie the piece of paper and watches as he unfolds it and frowns at the two words written there: "Athens, Tennessee."

"Are you kidding me? That's so cliche," Eddie says.

"Yeah, but at least it's not California or something."

"Thank fuck for small miracles," Eddie mutters, folding up the paper again and shoving it into his pocket.

Looks like he's got packing to do.

The sun is shining, birds are tweeting, and a cool wind is blowing across the park. Steve lets out a slow breath, his shoulders starting to relax as he leans against a tree and watches Will and Lucas lay out a few blankets, Mike and Dustin get into an argument about the scale proportions of the Parthenon, and Max, Erica, and El throw a frisbee between them.

It's been a long month, one that seemed to be filled with more running and near-death experiences than they're used to. And they're used to a lot of running and near-death experiences.

So, taking a day to just relax in the park sounded great when El suggested it, but Steve had still hesitated. Who knows what could find them if they linger in a park too long. When he voiced these concerns, the kids just banded together to convince Steve, and he relented when they compromised on him bringing the nail bat along.

"Steve, do you wanna lay down?" Lucas asks, gesturing to the blankets. Will is already there, stretched out and smiling up at a rainbow stretching across the sky.

Steve joins them, pulls a Bluetooth speaker out of one of the backpacks holding the blankets down, and connects his phone. Music starts playing, and he sprawls across a blanket, pillowing his head on his arms and taking in the sunshine. "You know, this is nice," he says.

"Yeah. We should do this more often," Will whispers, nearly drowned out by the grass rustling in the breeze.

Between the breeze and the music, Steve starts to drift off, his breathing evening out as his mind wanders. He's half asleep when he hears Dustin shout, "It's a fucking one-to-one asshole!"

His words are quickly followed by Mike shouting back, "Who gives a shit?!"

Steve sighs and adds his own voice to the mix. "Stop fighting!"

"Yeah, guys, stop fighting," Max says, and Steve can imagine her tongue sticking out at them as he hears Erica snort.

"Oh, fuck you," Dustin shoots back.

"That's it!" Steve announces, sitting up and glaring at the kids. "Get over here."

His voice leaves no room for argument, and he'd feel bad at how the kids deflate if he didn't already know they're all menaces. Once he's got all seven kids on the blankets, he sighs and says, "Look, guys, let's not fight. How about we all just sit here for a bit, enjoy the breeze, and then we'll go get lunch."

The kids glance at each other, a silent conversation that Steve barely follows passing between them before Mike nods. "Yeah, sure, I guess."

"Great, now, just re--"

"Oh, how cute!"

The sudden, saccharine voice sets Steve's entire body on edge. He slowly looks over his shoulder, staring at the middle-aged woman smiling down at them. Something about her is familiarly off, but he tries to give her the benefit of the doubt. So, Steve flashes a charming smile and asks, "Hi, can I help you with something?"

The woman's smile turns a little sharp, and she shakes her head. "Oh, no, I just had to commend you on your ability to round up these kids like that," she explains.

Steve hums and pushes himself up, keeping a hold on his bat so he can rest the end on the ground and lean on it. He feels more than sees the kids start to shift until they're behind him. "Well, thanks. Did you want advice or something on caring for your own kids?" he asks.

She laughs, short and grating on Steve's ears, and then tilts her head not unlike a bird. "No, no. It's just impressive that you've managed to keep them alive for so long," she says, her voice distorting and becoming shriller as she speaks.

Yep. There it is.

"Wow, that's even faster than usual," Lucas says.

He's right, which just makes Steve even more upset. Can he not get more than fifteen minutes of peace? Can he not just lay back and enjoy the sunshine without worrying about some monster coming after his kids? Can he not fucking relax for once?

Steve feels the frustration build and build in his chest, crackling through him until he's ready to burst, and he stands up straighter. "I'll give you one warning," he says, his voice low as he watches feathers sprout from the woman's skin. "You walk away right now, and I won't beat the shit out of you."

The woman, who seems to be mostly bird by now and is probably a harpy, just laughs again, like Steve's told her the funniest joke she's ever heard. "You? Defeat me?" she asks, her eyes roaming over Steve before she laughs again. "I am worse than your nightmares. I have eaten more demigods than you can count. I have feasted on their screams and crunched their bones between my teeth, and I look forward to doing the same with these children. What could a lone son of some lesser god possibly do to stop me?"

From behind him, Steve hears a few of the kids inhale sharply, an almost sympathetic sound. "Well, she's done it now," Erica says.

"Yes. Steve is going to kill her," El agrees, her voice soft and brushing against Steve's ears like a tiny snake.

And yeah, they're right. Maybe Steve would have just beaten her unconscious and then gotten the hell out of dodge, but now she's threatened his kids. She's lost any chance at mercy from him.

With a twirl of his bat and a vicious grin, Steve rolls his shoulders back and says, "Wanna find out, overgrown chicken?" he asks.

He doesn't even bother waiting for an answer before swinging his bat, the nails dragging across the harpy's chest and ripping a shriek from her. Now that Steve is thinking about it, violence is also a great way to relieve stress, and he's certainly not going to look a gift harpy in the mouth.

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[mazeinthemiroh]

can we get a hurt/comfort of the skz boys taking a joke too far and making reader cry

stray kids taking a joke too far a making their s/o upset

genre: hurt / comfort? (mainly hurt lmao), angst?

word count: 1k

warnings: it's a bit emosh 🤧

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bangchan

will literally be mortified like his world will shatter there and then he has no idea what to do with himself he sort of just freezes up because he's trying to reevaluate his life choices because wtf??? hates himself sooo much for it like he's going to remeber this moment for the rest of his life. bro. i'm not even exaggerating. he?? making you cry by something he said??? usually, he's very good at being playful without taking it too far but now he's questioning everything. will cuddle you for the whole night and hold you close, apologising like a million times because he's devastated really.

"i'm so so sorry baby i'm such an idiot please don't cry because of me..."

minho

i feel like lee know would be the most likely to do this. one of his ways of expressing himself or his love for someone is sometimes by relentlessly teasing them. but he is very conscious that sometimes this can rub people up the wrong way, and there is a thin line between being playful and actually hurting someone's feelings. to clarify, minho never intends to hurt your feelings. so when he sees the effect of his careless words and flippant remarks, his heart is stricken with anxiousness and immense guilt. he immediately pulls you into a hug and tries to laugh it off, but his heart breaks a little.

"ahh baby i'm only joking, don't take any notice of what i say... you know everything that comes out my mouth is nonsense, sweetie."

changbin

will think you are joking at first. he thinks you're just playing around and fake crying because that's something you and him do when you're teasing each other. but when he realises that those tears were in fact very real, he grows quiet and pouts. will take you in his arms and suffocate you with a bear hug and apologise to you, telling you he was only being silly and trying to tease you. won't let you go from the hug until you are gasping for air and then he will pull away from you to look into your eyes and wipe away your tears away, the pout still on his face.

"my baby don't cry i was only messing around" "it's okay binnie..." "NO IT'S NOT >:("

hyunjin

will literally start crying when he sees tears form. "no, no, no no nooo" if he could shove your tears back in he would but here we are, you crying and him crying too. he would say sorry and hold your hands with his for a while, never letting go. or he might pull you in for a tight hug and rock you softly, swaying in a comfortable rhythm as you settle down. will pull back and wipe your tears with his sweater paws :( kissing your eyelids shut in an attempt to help you stop crying. but he knows you're just as sensitive as he is, so he understands if he's gone too far.

"y/n i love you so much *sniffle* i'm sorry i was only joking"

jisung

will have his mouth agape with confusion for a while before he realises what he has done. when he watches the single tear roll down your cheek he knows he just can't possibly be forgiven for this. but i can see him go two ways: 1) he will laugh light-heartedly and pull you closer, saying he was only joking and continuing to laugh because he is in such disbelief whilst wiping away your tears. or 2) just starts crying with you. it will genuinely depend on what mood he is in because obviously these two reactions are very different from each other. but if he is laughing it is more out of disbelief than anything else. either way, he feels extremely sorry.

"omg are you crying? *stifles a laugh* baby don't cry~" "jisung you're laughing!" "i'm sorry i can't help it??"

felix

similar to chan, he would be crushed. will probably dissolve into nothingness because how could he ever hurt his baby? it was completely unintentional, of course. he would never mean to hurt you and thought you guys were just playing around but now he's questioning his reality and having a full-on existential crisis while you start crying because of what he said. will absolutely cry with you and grab you, smothering you with cuddles and kisses and apologising so much you'll think he'll pass out. seriously, it takes him forever to stop apologising to you; you'll have to make him.

"i'm so sorry y/n, oh my gosh i'm so sorry-" "it's okay lix" "but i'm still soooo sorry"

seungmin

he would be absolutely baffled. would blink in confusion multiple times because he's trying to figure out how he totally and utterly crossed the line. he used to pride himself on knowing the balance between being rude and just teasing. but now he questions himself as he makes you cry with his words. then, the guilt hits him like a ton of bricks, his empathy in overdrive. grabs your hand instantly and coos your little cries, trying to calm and settle you, all the while thinking of how wrong he was. he doesn't know how to forgive himself.

"y/n-ah, i'm so sorry for being insensitive."

jeongin

confused part 2. will consider if you are joking or not before realise that you are not. he starts to panic, his eyes turning wide, extremely unsure of what to do or where to go from here. what are his options? how could he do this? why had he been so careless? all these thoughts circled his mind continuously, making him dizzy. he pulls you in for an awkward, side-wards hug as he thinks these things through. mostly he is silently, hushing you here and there, rubbing circles on your lower back with his hand. finally, he speaks up, in a whisper:

"don't cry because of my carelessness, darling."

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[moodymisty]

𝕴 𝖉𝖔𝖓’𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐, 𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖘 𝖎𝖙’𝖘 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Part 1, part 2

Author’s note: Decided to have a more fleshed out version of the Cato bullying arc. This is the timeline where Titus and reader are just friendly, and it's all Sicarius/Reader. If you want a Titus/Reader/Sicarius sandwich fic, feel free to say! I'd be happy to make another fic because I have a bunch more ideas that would work for a love triangle version of this plotline. I just really wanted to do this one first, since it's kind of the original idea.

Summary: Cato Sicarius continues to fume over Primarch Guilliman's diplomat, unable to hide his disdain; But neither you or himself are wise to how he truly feels.

Relationships: Cato Sicarius/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Degradation, Sexism/misogyny, Choking, Size difference, Toxic relationship

Word count: 798 (short but don't worry chapter 2 is a doozy this is just plot)

Your steps towards Guilliman’s personal holotable are hesitant, hands knitted at your front. Your skin is mostly covered by the delicate fabric of your dress, but you still struggle to not shiver. The air of the ship is always so cold.

“You called, Lord Guilliman?”

He looks up from the sickly green glow of the table, of which makes the tired, wrinkled expression on his face more exaggerated - and raises his brows.

“Yes, I did. I have a task for you.”

It’s still daunting to speak to him, especially so casually. It is also just as daunting to have him speak so casually to you back as well, as if he doesn't even realize the magnitude of who he is.

Primarchs are- they’re demigods. Gods, to some.

But Guilliman has shown himself to be remarkably human, and you’ve tried to respect his demands be treated as such. It seems most of the time those requests have fallen on deaf ears, as he has begrudgingly remarked about the frequent prayers and prostration of Imperial priests whenever they are in his presence.

You never thought about how a god might find the dedication of his worshipers exasperating, but either way you nod and look at him expectantly.

“I need you to speak to some of the planetary officials here about using their world as a logistics hub.” You don’t need much more information to know the gist of what Guilliman is asking.

He needs worlds- an ever increasing amount of them - to produce and send materials around Ultramar and the broader Imperium. They would need to give up significant independence for that. Permanently. The likelihood of this war ending in any of your lifetimes is a wish upon dead stars.

“I am assuming this isn’t a question you’ll want a no on,” You say partly joking with a hint of a smile at the corners of your mouth. Guilliman nods.

“Convince them this is a good idea so we do not have to apply force. I would like to save the bolter ammunition, if possible.”

You’re used to this type of work, and so you nod with sufficient understanding. Guilliman shifts in his armor, briefly looking down at a blinking dot on his holotable for a moment. One of many; You wonder how he is able to absorb and remember such an overwhelming amount of information as he looks up to speak to you again.

“I will send some of Second Company with you to-“ Guilliman notices you expression sour, and you catch it too late for him to have not noticed.

“...Is there something wrong with that?”

Your hands unknit from your front to try and wave away the disrespect you thought you just showed him, pursing your lips. You were once warm, but not your face feels overwhelmingly hot.

“I’m so sorry lord Guilliman, that was immature of-“

“It’s Sicarius, isn’t it.”

You stop speaking and look away, licking your lips. Guilliman sighs and rakes a gauntlet over his dusty blonde hair, before returning them to rest on the edge of the holotable. You can hear the metal of either the table or his armor creak and groan under his strength.

“I have confronted him on his attitude once before, has he still not stopped with this nonsense?” You swallow a knot in your throat.

Sicarius looked to you with a sneer on his lips, as he faced you. His olive skin shines with a red glow from the hazard lights around the ship's cargohold.

‘I struggle to think of a reason why we need you here.’ You- perhaps naively - spoke up in response.

‘Agriworlds are important logistically and diplomatically, and they’re prime targets for e-‘ Sicarius looked at you like you were nothing more than mud on the sole of his boots.

‘Did I ask for you to speak?’

You pursed your lips, and soaked in the frigid silence of the refiltered air. All the other marines stayed out of it; They have no stake in this and want not to get involved, or know they can’t without punishment from their captain.

Sicarius sighs and shifts in his armor, looking away from you with a petulant expression.

‘It really is true that women do nothing but talk.’

Mouth pursed tightly shut, you looked away from Sicarius to Titus and an astartes beside him; They looked back with stoic, but sympathetic expressions. They can't say anything, but at least you know you aren't alone in this.

Letting out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding, the feeling offers a bit of relief; But it does little to temper the frustration you feel overall.

"No, it hasn't stopped. If anything, it seems to have only gotten worse since you spoke to him."

The primarch moves and leans away from the holotable, and you reemerge fully from your memory and speak up. Perhaps you shouldn't speak out of turn to him, but he hasn't punished you for doing so yet in your conversations with him.

“Can you not have Titus lead the retinue?” Guilliman furrows his brow and sighs. Sicarius' unfounded hatred towards you is proving to make something that should be quite simple overwhelmingly difficult; And frustrating.

“I wish to abide by the proper chain of command, but he’s experienced despite his demotion.” He places a hand on his hip. You hope that your hesitation comes across as less whiny as you think it does, but given that Guilliman broached the topic first, you assume that he is in agreement with you that Sicarius' has been, in Guilliman's words of which had made you nearly choke hearing come from the mouth of the Lord Regent:

A colossal pain in the ass.

You take a step forward, crossing your arms shrugging your shoulders at him.

“I don't need the man to like me. But his attitude is so unbearable that I struggle to think of a way where we could co-exist without him despising every moment of it."

Guilliman sighs, and you feel bad for bringing yet another problem to his plate, when he already seems so overwhelmed with it all. You are too in extension; Since Guilliman recruited you as his diplomat he has been desperate to delegate you tasks to give him breathing room. Even if they aren't entirely diplomatic in nature, he seems quite appreciative when you handle things for him.

Getting the Imperial priests to stop praying in his presence had been one of the more amusing non-diplomatic tasks he had delegated you.

"I will have Lieutenant Titus informed so he understands the situation." You try not to smile.

"Thank you for being so understanding about this. Titus is already quite aware of this situation as well." Guilliman raises his eyebrows. "As much as Captain Sicarius seems to expend significant effort in hating me personally, Titus has not been spared his wrath as well. It's why I mentioned him; I, would consider us friends."

Guilliman wears a soft smile; One while gentle, seems quite tired. That would explain why you don't use any sort of title for him, unlike Captain Sicarius.

"I am glad at least one of my men is at least somewhat well adjusted," He continues. "I have been in great shortage since waking in this new Imperium." You wonder what he means by that, as he seems to have a deeper implication than you can understand, judging by the look in his eyes.

Either way, you don't have much time to think about it as he sends you off.

"Your ship is nearly ready to depart, make your way there and I will update your retinue with the changes. Good luck."

[thewickedjazzy]

⌞𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰⌝

Part III : 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚

Pairings: Chuuya x fem!reader x Dazai (platonic)

Warnings: NSFW mdni, angst, super fluff, mention of abuse, mention of other dimensions (could trigger DP/DR), minor dni, let me know if I forgot any Xx.

Author's note: Missed you all *kisses* buckle up cause this is probably the longest part I've written, I spent a whole week writing it and had to drink countless cups of coffee to keep going :D. So prepare your favourite drink, snacks or whatever, get in a comfy position and enjoy it Xx.

Word count: 12.5k

↠Part 1

↠Part 2

❝Maybe I simply discovered you in the wrong universe. This, as some would say, is the darkest timeline. But in another, we might be together, as we were always meant to be.❞

Y/N’s mind raced, trying to make sense of the impossible situation. This was Chuuya, but something was wrong—everything was wrong. He wasn’t the mafia boss here, and the way he looked at her wasn’t the same as before. There was recognition, but it wasn’t the deep, soulful connection she was used to. It was almost as if…he saw someone else when he looked at her.

Chuuya took a step forward, his brows furrowing. "Why did you call me boss?" His voice was tinged with confusion, the confident authority of a mafia leader tempered by an undercurrent of unease. "You’re the boss. You…you died. I had to take over after—" His voice cracked, the words choking off as if he couldn’t bear to speak them.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock. She was the boss in this world? And she died? Her heart clenched as she realized the implications—this Chuuya had loved her, a version of her, just as she had loved him. But they weren’t the same people anymore. The loss, the love, it was all tangled up in a web of timelines and realities that made no sense.

Before she could speak, before either of them could make sense of the emotions that churned between them, a voice cut through the clearing, dripping with sarcasm and a familiar, biting wit.

"Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Chuuya Nakahara, keeping me waiting for a good fifteen minutes. What were you doing, having a fashion crisis? And who’s this—" The voice faltered as its owner stepped into view, and Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.

Dazai.

But it wasn’t the Dazai she remembered. He was still tall, still infuriatingly smug, but he looked different—lighter, somehow. The black trench coat was gone, replaced by a beige one that seemed to almost glow in the moonlight. His hair was less disheveled, and—was that a smile that didn’t seem entirely sarcastic? And his eyes—his eyes were both visible, no longer hidden by the bandages she’d grown so used to seeing.

Dazai’s gaze landed on Y/N, and for a split second, all the sarcasm and playfulness drained from his face. His eyes widened, genuine shock washing over his features. “Y/N…?” His voice was a whisper, filled with a vulnerability she hadn’t heard in so long—not since before he became the boss in her world.

“Dazai…?” she breathed, her voice trembling. She couldn’t believe it. Dazai was alive. He was standing right there in front of her. But how? In her world, he was dead—Chuuya had taken over after his death.

Dazai blinked, regaining some of his composure, though the surprise hadn’t entirely faded from his expression. He smirked, though it lacked his usual edge. “Oh, this is rich. Two Chuuya’s, two Y/N’s, and somehow I’m the one caught in the middle of this multiversal drama.” He sighed, scratching his head in exaggerated frustration. “Why am I always the one cleaning up everyone else’s mess?”

Y/N took a step forward, her legs feeling like they might give out beneath her. “Dazai…you’re alive. How…?”

Dazai’s smile softened, a rare look of genuine warmth crossing his features. “ I could say the same." He sighed his gaze softening. "I'm alive in this universe, yes. And it seems you’ve come from a place where I’m not.” He paused, his gaze drifting between Y/N and Chuuya, as if trying to piece together the puzzle himself. “Which means…you’re not the Y/N we lost.”

Chuuya’s breath hitched at that. “You mean…she’s from another dimension?”

Dazai nodded, his eyes dark with thought. “Wasn’t that obvious?" He tsked shaking his head lightly. "The question is, how did you get here, and why? This kind of thing doesn’t just happen on its own.”

Y/N shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. “I don’t know. One moment I was…he was…dead.” Her voice broke. “And then there was a rift, and I just…I walked through it, and now I’m here. But nothing makes sense. You both are alive...and different.”

Chuuya stepped closer to her, his hand hovering near her arm as if he wanted to reach out but was too afraid to touch her, as if she might disappear if he did. “Y/N…in this world, you were the boss. We were close. More than close. And then…” His voice trembled. “Then I lost you.”

The pain in his voice mirrored her own, and Y/N felt her heart breaking all over again, not just for the Chuuya she’d lost, but for this one too—the one who’d lost his version of her.

Dazai cleared his throat, stepping forward with an uncharacteristically serious expression. “We need to figure this out. If there’s a rift between dimensions, it could mean trouble—not just for us, but for every dimension. And you,” he pointed at her, “I have a hunch that you might be the key to solve it.”

Y/N stared at Dazai, her mind spinning with the enormity of what he had just said. She was the key to solving this? But how? None of it made sense. She had been thrown into a reality where the people she knew were different versions of themselves, and she was expected to fix it?

She shook her head, trying to grasp the situation. “How am I the key? What’s happening? This doesn’t seem real—it’s like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. Alternate universes? I’ve never even considered that something like this could exist. Who’s behind all of this?”

Dazai's gaze softened, and he took a deep breath before responding. “I know it’s overwhelming. But the fact that you’re here, that you crossed the rift… it can’t be a coincidence. There’s something about your presence that’s destabilizing the boundaries set between these realities. The fact that you survived crossing over without… any obvious consequences suggests that you’re more connected to this than anyone else.”

She felt a wave of panic rising in her chest. “But I don’t know how! I don’t even understand what’s happening. How am I supposed to fi—”

Before she could finish her sentence, a deafening roar echoed through the forest, shaking the ground beneath their feet. The sound was unmistakable—a deep, guttural noise that sent chills down her spine. She knew that roar all too well. It was the same beast she and Chuuya had fought in her world—a dragon born of twisted abilities, a monstrous entity that was as ancient as it was powerful.

Her heart skipped a beat. “Fuck!… it can’t be,” she whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Chuuya and Dazai both tensed, immediately recognizing the danger in the sound. Dazai’s eyes narrowed, his usual aloofness replaced by a sharp, calculating look. “I guess it didn’t take long for the mess to find us,” he muttered, glancing at Y/N. “This dragon—is it something from your world?”

She nodded, holding her gaze forward with a stoic expersion on her face as she forced herself to stay calm. “Yes. It’s an amalgamation of abilities, a dragon created by the combined powers of several gifted individuals. We barely managed to defeat it in my world, and that was with Chuuya’s help. How did it get here?”

Chuuya’s gaze hardened, and he stepped closer to her, his fists clenching at his sides. “Doesn’t matter how. We need to stop it before it destroys everything. We’ve done it before in your universe, I'm sure we can do it again.”

She nodded, somehow drawing strength from Chuuya’s determination, but she couldn’t shake the unease gnawing at her. How did the dragon cross over into this world? And if it could, what else might have followed?

As the ground continued to tremble beneath them, Dazai’s voice cut through the tension, clear and authoritative. “We don’t have time to figure out the details right now. We need to move. Y/N, you know this creature. You’ll have to guide us through this fight.”

She smirked, her confidence returning as she recalled the dragon's weak point. But as she prepared to activate her ability, something unexpected surged through her—an overwhelming rush of energy that made her gasp. It was as if her power had been doubled, intensified beyond anything she’d ever experienced. The raw force coursing through her veins was exhilarating, but it also set off alarm bells in her mind. This wasn’t normal.

She glanced at Chuuya and Dazai, both of whom were already preparing for the fight. They hadn’t noticed the change in her, but she could feel it in every fiber of her being. This new power—it was dangerous, unpredictable. And in the middle of a battle, it was too risky to test.

“We need to act now!” Dazai’s voice cut through the chaos, his usually playful demeanor replaced by a focused urgency. “Y/N, what’s your plan?”

“I need to test something first,” Y/N said, her voice steady despite the chaos. “I know how to fight the dragon, but I need to do it alone.”

Chuuya and Dazai exchanged worried glances, their concern for her evident. “No, that’s too risky,” Chuuya said, his voice filled with anxiety. “We’re stronger together. You don’t have to—”

“I’m the only one who knows how to fight it effectively,” She interrupted, her tone brooking no argument. “Trust me. Please.”

Chuuya's voice cut through the tension, his concern laced with an edge of desperation. “Last time I trusted you to handle things alone, you ended up dying on me. I will never let history repeat itself.”

Her heart ached at his words, a poignant reminder of the tragic parallel between their worlds. In her universe, she had trusted Chuuya with her life, only for him to die in her arms. The weight of that memory threatened to pull her under, but she couldn't let it. She knew the stakes, and she had to act now.

Without a response, she turned and sprinted toward the source of the roar. The forest was alive with the thrum of the dragon's power, the ground shaking with every step it took. Her mind was focused, her determination unshaken despite the pounding of her heart.

As she closed in on the dragon, she could feel the energy within her intensify, a volatile surge of power that had her senses on high alert. She needed to act quickly and decisively. With a deep breath, she activated her ability. Her eyes glowed blood-red, a sign of her heightened control over her Malevolent Marionette.

"How is that possible?" She muttered to herself unable to comperhend how she could easily float like this and be in complete control of her ability.

From her outstretched hands, a massive, shimmering axial fiber erupted. This was no ordinary string; it was a time-proof cable, its interior packed with countless connected vacuum capsules. Inside each capsule were gluons, particles designed to tunnel and bind. The cable snaked through the air, wrapping around the dragon with an almost mesmerizing precision.

The dragon roared in fury as the fiber made contact, but her control was absolute. The cable tightened around the beast, its structure akin to a tube filled with these tunneling particles, clinging to the dragon’s entire body. The creature writhed and struggled, but the cable held firm, rendering it immobile. The dragon was ensnared, its massive form unable to move a muscle, like a puppet under her control.

She felt the intense pressure of the situation bearing down on her. The dragon's enraged roars reverberated through the forest, each one a chilling reminder of the chaos it could unleash. As she maintained her focus on controlling the dragon with her time-proof cable, a blinding flash of heat and light erupted from the creature’s mouth—a massive fireball hurtling directly toward her.

Instinctively, she braced herself for the impact, but a familiar gravitational force yanked her to the side. She stumbled as she was pulled away from the dragon’s fiery attack, her heart racing. She landed with a thud on a nearby floating rock, quickly regaining her balance.

Turning, Y/N saw Chuuya floating a few feet beside her on a massive rock, his expression a mix of frustration and concern. His eyes were narrowed, and his posture radiated annoyance.

“Tsk, still as stubborn as ever,” Chuuya said, his voice carrying a familiar edge of exasperation. “Can’t believe you’re still getting yourself into trouble like this.”

She managed a strained smile, her emotions a whirlwind of relief and frustration. “I could've managed it by myself alone.”

Chuuya let out a frustrated groan, shaking his head in disbelief. “Seriously?”

“Chuuya, I—” Y/N started, but the roar of the dragon and the blinding heat of its attack cut her off. She tried to refocus on controlling the dragon, her heart pounding as she tightened the time-proof cable around the beast. It was a struggle to maintain control with the sheer force of its thrashing.

As Chuuya hovered beside her, his eyes blazing with determination, they both heard Dazai’s voice cutting through the chaos from below. “Chuuya, you know the drill. Get into position.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in horror as she saw Chuuya’s expression change. He closed his eyes, a look of intense concentration crossing his features. “No!” she screamed, her voice breaking as she realized what was happening.

Chuuya took of his gloves, began reciting the incantations, a process she knew all too well. His body started to shift, his form contorting as the dark, ominous power of Arahabaki began to envelop him. The familiar sight of his corruption mode made her heart clench in her chest.

But before she could act, Dazai’s voice rang out, calm and reassuring, despite the chaos. “Y/N, focus on holding the dragon. I’ll handle Chuuya’s corruption. We need you to keep that beast under control.”

She glanced at Dazai, a profound sense of relief washing over her. In this universe, he was here to help, to manage the risk of Chuuya’s corruption. The weight of responsibility that had felt so crushing was now shared, and for the first time, she felt a glimmer of hope. The knowledge that she wasn't alone, that there were allies ready to support her, was a comfort she had nearly forgotten.

Focusing on the dragon, she tightened her grip on the time-proof cable. The dragon’s roars were deafening, its immense power straining against her control. With every ounce of her concentration, she held the beast captive, despite its furious attempts to break free. The strain was immense, but the steady rhythm of her breath kept her grounded.

Chuuya, floating beside her, unleashed jet-black void orbs towards the dragon, his eyes blazing with fierce anger. The orbs struck the dragon with explosive force, causing the beast to roar in agony. The ground shook violently, and a brilliant explosion erupted from the dragon’s core, sending shockwaves that threw both Y/N and Chuuya downward.

As the explosion rippled through the forest, Y/N crashed to the ground, her body slamming against the earth with a jarring impact. Pain radiated through her as she lay there, disoriented. The time-proof cable had snapped under the force of the blast, and she could feel the remnants of her power dissipating.

Struggling to regain her bearings, she looked around in a daze. Panic surged through her as she scrambled to her feet, calling out for him. “Chuuya!” Her voice trembled with fear, her eyes scanning the wreckage.

Her heart nearly stopped when she saw Dazai kneeling beside Chuuya, holding his wrist firmly. The sight of Chuuya’s body, still and vulnerable, made her breath catch in her throat. Dazai’s expression was one of intense concentration as he used his ability to nullify Arahabaki’s power. The dark red aura surrounding Chuuya slowly faded, replaced by a calming normalcy.

Seeing Chuuya’s familiar, uncorrupted form brought a rush of relief to her. She staggered over to them, her legs weak and trembling. “Is he—?”

Dazai looked up, his usual smirk replaced by a rare, reassuring smile. “He’s fine.”

Chuuya’s eyes fluttered open, and he blinked up at her, confusion and relief evident in his gaze. “Y/N…” he murmured, his voice hoarse but filled with genuine warmth. "I hate your stubborn ass"

She couldn't help but chuckle at his response watching him drift in sleep.

Dazai looked at her with a satisfied nod, brushing off his hands. “Well, we’ve managed to subdue the dragon. Now we just need to figure out the cause of these interdimensional rifts and how to fix them. Also—”

Before he could finish, Y/N’s eyes welled up with tears of gratitude. Without a second thought, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice quivering with emotion. “I never thought I’d see you again, let alone have you save Chuuya.”

Dazai was taken aback, his usual nonchalance replaced by genuine surprise. He hesitated for a moment before wrapping his arms around her, holding her gently. This was the first time he’d seen Y/N so vulnerable and so genuinely happy. His own feelings were a tangled mess, but seeing her like this, with a rare smile that spoke volumes, made him feel a deep, unexpected warmth.

As they held each other, Chuuya's snores beside them only made both of them chuckle. With Dazai’s help, they carefully moved Chuuya’s unconscious body toward the well-known mafia headquarters. The journey back was a blur of exhaustion and relief, but her heart lightened with each step closer to familiar territory.

Upon arrival, the sight that greeted Y/N was both heartwarming and surreal. Her subordinates, who had thought her lost forever, were in shock. The once-intimidating headquarters seemed to take on a different aura—one of disbelief and awe.

Akutagawa was the first to react. He knelt before her, his expression a mix of reverence and astonishment. “Boss?” he uttered, his voice filled with an emotion Y/N had never heard from him before. In her own universe, Akutagawa had been a member of the Armed Detective Agency, not the Port Mafia. Seeing him like this, so dedicated and loyal, was both strange and comforting.

As she looked around, she saw familiar faces—Hirotsu and the rest of the Black Lizard, all of whom were still alive. A joyous, disbelieving giggle escaped her as she took in their shocked but hopeful expressions. Without hesitation, she rushed forward, embracing each of them in turn.

Her tears of joy and the genuine smiles on her face were a stark contrast to the stern, reserved boss they were used to. This display of affection was a new experience for them, and they embraced it wholeheartedly, their own faces reflecting the warmth of their boss’s rare display of emotion.

After a while, Dazai and Y/N carefully carried Chuuya to his grand quarters, laying him gently on the bed. His breathing was steady, and the signs of the recent battle had left him exhausted but unharmed.

Once they were sure Chuuya was settled and resting comfortably, Dazai led Y/N to a nearby balcony. The cool night air was a welcome relief after the intensity of the fight. The city below was bathed in the soft glow of streetlights, and the distant sounds of the bustling metropolis created a sense of normalcy amidst the surreal circumstances.

She leaned against the railing, her face still holding that familiar stoic expression. She took out a cigarette, lighting it with a practiced flick of her lighter. The thin stream of smoke curled upward as she took a long drag, her gaze fixed on the cityscape.

Dazai observed her with a soft, almost incredulous gaze, still grappling with the fact that she was alive. His mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of their conversation. “So,” he began, attempting to fill the silence, “it looks like our worlds have their share of differences, but also some striking similarities.”

She exhaled slowly, letting the smoke disperse in the gentle breeze. “Yes. In my world, Chuuya took over as the mafia boss after you died. He’s been in charge ever since, but…” She turned to Dazai, her expression softening. “I never thought I’d find you alive in this alternate universe. It’s… alot to process.”

Dazai rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “It’s fascinating, really. Two universes, with their own set of rules and relationships. And yet, here we are, dealing with the same threats.” He looked at her, his expression serious. “But if you’re here, there must be a reason. We need to understand what caused the rift and how to fix it.”

She took another drag from her cigarette, her eyes meeting Dazai’s with a steady gaze. “I agree."

Dazai leaned against the railing beside her, his eyes fixed on the cityscape below. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “I couldn’t help but notice something. You’re significantly more powerful here than the Y/N I knew from my world. The way you controlled that dragon—it was unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”

Her gaze softened as she flicked the ash from her cigarette. "It’s complicated. When I first came to this universe, I felt an unexpected surge of power—something beyond what I had in my own world. At first, I was overwhelmed, unsure of how to control it. It wasn’t always this way. My ability evolved, and with it came this increased intensity."

Dazai’s eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued. "And you haven’t figured out the source of this surge?"

She shook her head slowly. "Not entirely. The power seems to amplify itself unpredictably. I’ve been trying to understand it, but it’s like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands. The surge I felt today was more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m afraid of what might happen if I can’t get a handle on it."

Before Dazai could respond, his phone rang, interrupting their conversation. He glanced at the screen, a frown creasing his brow. "Ranpo," he muttered, answering the call.

Ranpo’s voice crackled through the receiver, urgent and strained. "Dazai, we’ve got a serious problem. Someone has taken hold of a page from the reality book and is reshaping the universe according to their will. It’s causing different universes to merge with each other, and their goal is to eliminate all ability users across these universes."

Dazai’s expression darkened, his earlier curiosity replaced by a grave concern. "How many universes have been affected?"

"Several, so far," Ranpo replied. "The rifts are spreading, and it’s becoming harder to contain the chaos. You need to act quickly. We’re dealing with a dangerous adversary who’s manipulating reality itself."

Dazai hung up the phone, his face reflecting the weight of the news. "Looks like we finally knew what's happening."

Her expression hardened as she listened to the news. Her heart pounded with the gravity of the situation. "Reality manipulation," she muttered, her voice cold and determined. "That's beyond dangerous. If someone is messing with the fabric of reality itself, the consequences could be catastrophic."

Dazai nodded grimly. "It’s exactly what we feared. We need to find this person and stop them before it’s too late."

As the conversation ended, Chuuya stirred in his quarters. His eyes fluttered open, and he slowly sat up, groggy but alert. Seeing Y/N and Dazai in the balcony, he rubbed his eyes and made his way over to them.

Dazai glanced at Chuuya and then at Y/N, understanding that this was a delicate moment. “We’ve got a major problem,” he said. “Someone’s tampering with reality itself, merging universes and targeting ability users. It’s causing chaos everywhere and that's exactly what brought Y/N to our universe.” he sighs, "We need to act quickly to prevent further disaster.”

Chuuya's eyes widened with realization. “And what do we do about it?”

Dazai took a deep breath, his expression softening as he prepared to give Chuuya and Y/N some space. “We need to strategize. I’ll start gathering more information and see if we can pinpoint the source of these rifts. I suggest you both get some rest and prepare. We’ll need every bit of strength and focus we can muster.”

With that, Dazai gave them a reassuring nod and turned to leave, giving them the space they needed to discuss their next steps.

They both stood in silence, the weight of their shared situation pressing heavily upon them. The night air was thick with unspoken thoughts and feelings, a reminder of how different yet fundamentally similar their lives had become in this alternate universe. They both felt the loss of their own versions deeply, knowing that the path forward would be fraught with challenges.

Finally, Chuuya broke the silence, his voice steady but laced with determination. "We need to get hold of the page from the reality book," he said. "That’s the only way we can start to reshape our universes to what they were before all this chaos began."

She turned to him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and resolve. "You’re right. If we can retrieve that page, we might be able to fix everything."

Chuuya nodded, his gaze darkening with a grim determination. "We need to act quickly. If this person has control over one of the reality book's page, they could erase any chance of fixing things if we wait too long. Our own versions—our friends, our lives—they’re all at stake. We have to do whatever it takes to bring them back."

A heavy silence followed for a while heavy with the weight of their shared mission and the memories of their own worlds.

Finally, Y/N broke the silence, her voice tinged with curiosity and a touch of melancholy. "Chuuya, can I ask you something? How was the other version of me—my counterpart in your world—so different from me?"

Chuuya looked at her, his gaze thoughtful. “The other version of you… well, she was similar in many ways, but also quite different. She was much more detached, more reserved. I suppose, in a way, she had to be, given the circumstances she faced. But she was still a formidable force, one who commanded respect.”

Y/N tilted her head slightly, considering his words. “I see. And how was she… with you? Was there something different in how you two interacted?”

Chuuya sighed, looking out over the city. “Yes, there was a difference. In this world, our relationship was more professional, more about duty and respect. I could sense there was something deeper, but it was never fully expressed. I suppose we both held back because of the circumstances, the constant pressure of leadership and the danger that surrounded us.”

She took a deep breath, her gaze following Chuuya’s as they both looked out over the city. "In my universe, I was similar to the other version of me you described. I kept my emotions well-hidden, especially in my role as your right-hand. It was a necessity; showing vulnerability could be seen as a weakness, and I had to maintain a certain image of strength and control."

She paused, her expression softening as she glanced at Chuuya. "But with you, it was different. I let my guard down. Around you, I could afford to be myself—well, a bit more of myself. Our moments together, away from the pressures of the job, were the rare times when I didn’t have to constantly be on guard."

Chuuya looked at her, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "I had no idea you felt that way. I always thought you were simply more private, more reserved. It’s strange to hear that, in your own world, you had a different way of managing your emotions, but still allowed yourself some form of release when you were with me."

Y/N nodded. "Yes, it was a form of balance for me. I needed that space to be honest with myself, and you were the only one I felt I could truly be open with, even if it was just a glimpse of the real me. The others saw the facade, but you saw a part of me that was usually hidden."

Chuuya’s gaze grew more thoughtful. "Oh.. well the Y/N I knew was more of a wall, even when we were together. It’s clear now that it was a part of the role she had to play. It makes me wonder how different our relationship could have been if she had been more like you."

Her lips curled into a small, tender smile. "Maybe the differences in our versions were shaped by their circumstances, but I can’t help but feel grateful for the connection we had, even if it was fleeting. In my world, those moments with you were the few times I felt truly at ease."

Chuuya tilted his head to face her, his gaze lingering on the familiar features he had always admired. "I always admired your strength and composure, but hearing that you felt you could be yourself with me means more than I can put into words."

Her heart raced as she absorbed the weight of Chuuya’s words. Driven by an impulse she couldn’t quite control, she reached out and pressed her lips to his with sudden, tender urgency. Chuuya’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a brief, electrifying moment, he returned the kiss, his emotions crashing through him like a tidal wave.

But then, he pulled back abruptly, his face a mix of conflict and regret. “I… I can’t do this,” he said, his voice strained.

Her breath hitched in her throat. “Why?"

Chuuya remained silent, his eyes fixed on her with a gaze that was both judging and pained. The intensity of his stare seemed to weigh heavily on Y/N, as if he was trying to reconcile the reality before him with the memory of the person he had lost.

"What do you mean you can't? Don't you want to pull me into your arms and lose yourself in me?” Her voice was cracking as she moved closer to him.

He looked away, a pained expression on his face. “Stop it,” he said, his voice rough.

But she wouldn’t relent. “Why, Chuuya? Why when I finally kiss you, you pull away like this? Even though I know you’ve dreamed of this moment, why can’t you let yourself have it?”

Chuuya’s gaze hardened, and he cut her off before she could continue. “You're not her.. I can’t do this with you.”

Her eyes widened, her voice trembling. “But I’m still me, Chuuya. I may be different, but I’m still the person you knew. Doesn’t that count for something?”

“No,” he said, his voice harsh with denial. “It’s not you. It’s not the same. I can’t— I can’t accept this. The version of you I knew is gone. I owe my loyalty to her.”

Y/N felt a sting of hurt at his words, but she nodded, understanding the weight of his struggle.

Chuuya’s gaze softened as he took in every detail of her—her features, her figure, her voice, and her scent. Regret surged within him, realizing that while she wasn’t the exact person he had known, she was still her in so many ways. His voice cracked as he spoke, “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She looked away, silently refusing his apology. After a few moments of painful silence, Chuuya realized the truth: she was indeed her, in essence.

Unable to resist any longer, he moved closer, gently caressing her cheeks and compelling her to meet his gaze. Then, he kissed her with a fervor that spoke of all his conflicted emotions, tasting the softness of her lips and feeling a surge of desire.

'So this is how she tastes like' He thought to himself. His hands roamed over her waist, pulling her closer into his embrace, savoring the sweetness on his lips. His tongue traced her lower lip, drawing a gasp from her as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth to intertwine with hers. Tilting her head to gain better access, he explored every inch of her mouth, tasting her fully and passionately.

After a few intense moments, he pulled back, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper, “It’s okay. I get it.”

With that, her hands cupped his face, pulling him into a desperate kiss, as Chuuya’s hands explored her waist, pulling them closer until there was no space left between them.

They could feel the heat radiating off each other, the world outside fading away as they surrendered to the moment. With a swift motion, Chuuya lifted her, wrapping her legs around him as he carried her to his vast bed.

He laid her gently on the bed, eyes dark with longing. “We can stop if you want.” he whispered.

She tugged at his bolo tie, pulling him closer as she whispered back, "I've always wanted this." That simple admission sent a thrill down his spine, awakening a primal need within him.

He took a moment to admire the way she looked—so perfectly inviting, like a work of art waiting to be unveiled. He climbed over her, "S'pretty, s'utterly beautiful " he says with a hoarse voice, his hands exploring the soft curves of her body through the fabric of her clothes, tracing the lines that had driven him wild since forever.

Before she could say a word, she was breathing heavily through her nose as they exchanged deep, open-mouthed kisses. The kiss was intense and ravenous, and soon her coat was on the floor, quickly followed by her shirt.

"Mmph," she murmured against his lips, her fingers sliding to his chest before clutching his white dress shirt and giving it a firm tug. "Take this off."

"Who are you to order me around hmm?" Chuuya snarled rolling his eyes.

"Your boss?" She chuckled lightly her fingers unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt before he pulled his dress shirt up not letting her unbutton the rest.

"Last time I checked I was 'your' boss" he scoffed but didn't waste time pulling her pants down and tossing them aside on the ground.

"Stop testing my limits." She said as her fingers brushed against the muscles of his lean torso gaining a breathless gasp from him.

"Stop talking too much" He leaned closer pressing her against the cool silk sheets beneath her, his mouth travelled across her neck leaving a trail of hot open-mouthed kisses.

Hearing her soft moans and whimpers, he pressed his crotch against her now damp panties.

She gasped feeling his deliciously huge size through his pants rubbing against her. She tugged on his belt trying to unbuckle it.

"Impatient, are we?" He tilted his head slightly to get a better look at her flushed face.

"Shut your mouth a—" He smashed his lips against hers silencing her with his soft lips. He tugged on her hair causing her to whimper into the kiss.

"If you want me to fuck you that much, then stop being such a brat" Hearing him commanding her that much only made the desire in her stomach to grow more.

She bit her lower lip, nodding reluctantly. His breath caught at the sight of her obedience—something he rarely witnessed. He unbuckled his belt and removed his pants swiftly along with his boxers, his eyes never leaving hers.

Her eyes widened seeing his now-freed cock, his length was certainly impressive, but his girth? It was almost unimaginable.

Her breath caught in her throat as she stared, captivated by his size. Slowly, she looked up at him, voice trembling with desire. "H-how many inches...?" she asked, her words barely a whisper, her heart racing.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned in closer, his voice low and confident. "Eight," he replied, eyes locking with hers. "Why? Curious about what that feels like?" His tone was teasing, yet there was a heat behind his words that made her pulse quicken even more.

"Fuck—" She cursed softly under her breath, barely able to process anything before his hand moved with practiced ease. In one swift motion, he unclasped her bra, letting it fall away. The cool air against her bare skin sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but gasp, the intensity of the moment overwhelming her senses.

He took in her bare form with a gaze full of admiration, his eyes lingering on her perfectly sized breasts, her flawless stomach, and the curve of her waist. His hands roamed along her body with reverence, eventually resting on the waistband of her panties. The touch was gentle yet deliberate, as if he were savoring every inch of her skin.

She whined softly as his skilled fingers rubbed against her wet folds through the fabric of her panties. The touch was electrifying, making her body shiver and her breath hitch. She struggled to maintain her composure as the sensations intensified, her hips instinctively moving closer to his hand.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “I can feel how much you want this.” His fingers continued to tease her, applying just enough pressure to heighten her sensitivity. His touch was deliberate, alternating between slow, gentle strokes and firmer pressure. He watched her reactions intently, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her, his voice dripping with teasing satisfaction. “feels good, mm?” he murmured, his hand never letting up.

She instinctively closed her thighs around his hand, trying to create more friction. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly and pushed her legs open again. “Such a needy whore.” he said, his voice dripping with disdain. "You'll have to wait until I decide you're ready." His ring and middle finger pushed aside her panties before slipping into her aching cunt, amplifying her need for release.

He moaned with pleasure, his voice laced with praise. “You feel s'good tightening around my fingers,” he murmured, his breath catching as he increased the pace. His fingers moved swiftly, thrusting in and out, each motion drawing soft gasps from her lips. He watched her closely, clearly enjoying every moment of her response to his touch.

She cursed under her breath, frustration evident in her voice. “Damn you for teasing me so much,” she muttered, her body trembling with need. Despite her words, her voice softened, turning into a desperate plea. “Please… just fuck me already,” she begged, her tone laced with urgency and longing.

Chuuya tsked, shaking his head slightly. “Where are your manners?” he chided, his tone dripping with mock disappointment. His fingers stilled inside her for a moment, making her ache with need. “You can do better than that,” he added, his voice low and commanding, clearly enjoying making her beg.

She swallowed her pride, her voice softening as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Is that what you want to hear?” she asked sweetly, her tone dripping with a mixture of desperation and desire. “Please, Chuuya… I need you.” She bit her lip, her body trembling as she tried to give him exactly what he wanted, hoping it would finally push him to give her what she craved.

Chuuya chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. “Look at you, catching on so fast,” he teased, his tone light but full of admiration. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, sliding them down and tossing them aside. Without hesitation, he positioned himself against her dripping cunt, the anticipation between them palpable. “Let’s see if you’re really as desperate as you sound.” he whispered, his voice thick with anticipation as he pressed teasingly against her.

Chuuya pinned her wrists to the bed with one hand, his grip firm against the sheets. His other hand guided his cock, sliding it teasingly along her wet folds. He watched her squirm beneath him, enjoying the way her body reacted to his touch. With a slow, deliberate motion, he brushed his tip inside her, just enough to make her gasp, before pulling back slightly, teasing her with the promise of more. “You’re so eager,” he murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and control.

" Fuck you—" She cursed under her breath, frustration evident in her voice. Before she could say more, Chuuya leaned down, capturing her lips with his. His teeth caught her lower lip, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt through her body, a silent warning for her defiance. As he pulled back, he met her gaze with a smirk. “Watch that mouth of yours,” he warned playfully, his voice low and commanding.

Despite his rough actions, Chuuya pushed into her slowly, allowing her to adjust to his size. A lewd moan escaped his lips, overwhelmed by the sensation of her walls clenching around him so deliciously. He paused, his voice low. “Is it too much?” he asked, his tone carrying a mix of concern and control. “you alright?” His movements were deliberate, giving her space to respond. She could only nod, gasping as she adjusted, her body still reeling from the intense sensations.

Chuuya began to thrust into her, lewd moans escaping his lips with each movement. His rhythm was steady yet intense, driving her wild with pleasure. As he continued, he pressed soft kisses on her chest and down her breasts, his touch gentle despite the fervor of his actions. Wrapping his arms around her, he whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his voice a soothing contrast to the heated passion of their embrace.

As he quickened his pace, his thrusts grew more rapid, and the rhythmic slap of their skin against each other resonated through the room—plap plap plap. His breath came in ragged gasps with each thrust “You feel so good around me,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve missed you so much.” He pressed closer, his words blending with the rhythm of his movements, each thrust underscoring his longing for her.

Her nails dug into his back, leaving marks as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Overwhelmed by pleasure, she became a moaning mess beneath him. Her voice was muffled but filled with longing as she whispered against his skin, “I miss you too… you’re stretching me so perfectly… filling me so good.” Each word was punctuated by gasps and moans, her body trembling with the intensity of their connection.

He shivered at her words, a deep growl rumbling from his chest as he felt her nails rake his back. Her moans and gasps, muffled but clear in their intensity, only spurred him on. Each whisper of her longing voice sent waves of heat through him, driving him to move even deeper and faster.

His grip tightened around her as he adjusted his angle to hit her most sweet spot. He buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin "Don't you ever leave me again," he growled, his voice thick with an obsessive desire.

As they neared their release, the knot in her stomach grew tighter, begging for relief. Chuuya whispered in her ear, his voice came in ragged gasps, “You’re clenching around me s'perfectly. you close, baby, hmm?” She nodded, biting her lip hard, her head thrown back as she moaned his name repeatedly, each cry a testament to the mounting pleasure. Her body writhed beneath him, caught in the crescendo of their shared climax.

Chuuya gazed down, watching the white ring forming around the base of his cock as he thrust faster. The feeling of her walls clenching around him pushed him over the edge as his moans grew louder, each cry of her name a desperate release. Their combined juices coated his cock, dripping onto the silk sheets beneath them. As they both reached the peak, she felt the warm, pulsing strings of cum filling her, the intense sensation making them shudder as they both unraveled together.

As their breathing gradually slowed, Chuuya gently pulled out, his body still trembling from the intensity. He carefully moved to her side, his hand softly brushing her hair away from her face. They lay together, the heat of their earlier passion now giving way to a more tender, quiet moment. Chuuya's fingers traced soothing patterns on her skin as he whispered, “It was better than I've ever imagined.” His voice was softer now, filled with genuine affection and gratitude.

As they lay entwined, catching their breath and enjoying the tender aftermath of their passion, the quiet of the room was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. Chuuya’s eyes widened in surprise, and he quickly shifted to cover them, trying to regain his composure.

“Dammit,” he muttered under his breath, glancing at her softly.

Another knock followed, louder this time. Chuuya got up, pulling on his clothes with hurried movements. “Stay here,” he instructed, his voice still soft.

He made his way to the door, his mind racing as he prepared to face whoever was on the other side. When he opened it, Dazai stood there, a curious and slightly amused expression on his face.

Dazai’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he took in the disheveled state of Chuuya. “Ah, Chuuya, looks like I’m interrupting something,” Dazai teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Chuuya’s face flushed with irritation. “It’s none of your business,” he snapped, trying to regain his composure.

Dazai’s smirk widened as he leaned casually against the doorframe. “Oh, come on. I see you’ve finally landed the hot chick you’ve always been so obsessed with,” he teased, his tone light but edged with a hint of playful mockery. “Don’t let me keep you.”

Chuuya sighed, his frustration evident. “Please, I'm not in the mood for this.”

Dazai's smirk grew as he continued to lean against the doorframe, clearly enjoying Chuuya’s discomfort. “You know,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eye, “if you need any advice on how to handle a situation like this, I’m more than happy to help.”

Chuuya's eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. He growled, “I think I know what I’m doing just fine, Dazai. I don’t need your advice.”

"Fine!! You're boring" He pouts playfully, his eyes still twinkling with amusement.

Chuuya took a deep breath, trying to keep his frustration in check. “What do you actually want, Dazai?” he asked, his tone edged with annoyance.

Dazai’s chuckle was light and almost too casual. “Oh, nothing too pressing,” he said, his eyes glinting with intrigue. “I just came to share some new information I found about the page of the reality book. Thought you might want to know.”

Chuuya’s interest was piqued despite himself. “What about it?” he demanded, trying to push aside his irritation.

Dazai’s expression grew more serious as he began explaining. “The one holding the page of the reality book is Y/N’s stepfather from another universe. It seems he’s involved in something much bigger than we initially thought.”

Chuuya’s face darkened with a mix of frustration and concern. “Why didn’t you say this sooner?” he snapped, his irritation evident.

At that moment, Y/N emerged, wrapping a white silk blanket around her. The soft fabric accentuated her form, and Dazai’s eyes widened slightly, his composure momentarily faltering before he regained his usual aloof demeanor. Chuuya scowled, clearly annoyed by Dazai’s flustered reaction.

Her voice broke the tension as she addressed Dazai directly. “Do you know where my stepfather is?” she asked, her tone steady but edged with urgency.

Dazai met her gaze, masking his surprise with a neutral expression. “I have some leads,” he replied, “but I’ll need to dig deeper to get a precise location. I’ll let you know once I have more information.”

She nodded, her expression resolute. “I need to find him before he can do more damage, in my universe he was a pain in the ass.”

Chuuya let out a weary sigh, his frustration palpable. “In this universe, he’s been a pain in the ass as well. He’s actually the reason why my version of you died.” His voice hardened with determination. “I won’t let him get away with it again.”

Her eyes widened at the gravity of his words, but her resolve remained firm. Chuuya turned to Dazai, his expression grim. “Get me the information as soon as you can,” he demanded. “We need to end this before it’s too late.”

Dazai nodded smirking. “Roger that."

Chuuya couldn't help but roll his eyes at his carefree attitude.

As Dazai left, the door closing softly behind him, she quickly moved to put on her clothes. She dressed quickly, her movements focused as she prepared for the upcoming confrontation.

Chuuya watched her, then spoke up, his tone curious but serious. “You never mentioned much about your relationship with your stepfather in this universe. What’s the history there?”

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes clouding with a shadow of painful memories. “Not sure if it's the same but...after my mother died,” she began, her voice trembling slightly, “he turned his rage on us. He used to torture me and my younger sister. I tried to protect her by hiding her away, but once he found out, he focused all his anger on me.”

As she spoke, her gaze seemed to drift into a distant, agonizing past. The room around her faded, replaced by a grim flashback.

She was twelve years old, her small frame barely visible in the dim light of an underground station. The air was cold and damp, carrying the faint echo of dripping water. Her stepfather loomed over her, his purple eyes cold and relentless.

Metallic rods were driven through her wrists, pinning her to a makeshift table. The pain was excruciating, sending waves of agony through her young body. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the blood that dripped from the wounds. Her stepfather’s face was a mask of cruel determination as he looked at her with a twisted satisfaction.

“Where’s your sister?” he demanded, his voice a harsh whisper. “Tell me, or the pain will only get worse.”

Her screams echoed through the station, her voice hoarse from the relentless torment. The rods were pierced deeper, and her stepfather showed no mercy. She tried to use her powers to escape, but her stepfather’s ability nullified hers—his power allowed him to subsume any ability, making her helpless. Her attempts were futile; she could only endure the torturous process as he taunted her.

Each new rod was driven into her flesh with sadistic precision, causing fresh waves of unbearable pain. Her vision blurred with tears, and she screamed until her voice was raw and her strength was nearly spent. Her stepfather’s questions continued, interspersed with cruel laughter as he revelled in her suffering.

The flashback ended abruptly, pulling Y/N back to the present. Her face was pale, her eyes haunted by the lingering pain of those memories. She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself.

“That’s why,” she said, her voice cracking slightly, “I need to stop him. I can’t let him do to others what he did to me.”

Chuuya’s expression softened with understanding and resolve. “We’ll put an end to it. I promise.”

Chuuya moved closer, his gaze softening with empathy. He gently cupped her cheeks with his hands, his touch tender and reassuring. His fingers traced a soothing path along her skin as he leaned in, placing soft, lingering kisses on her lips. Each kiss was meant to comfort and console her, to offer a sense of safety and solidarity in the midst of the pain she had shared.

“I’m here,” he whispered against her lips, his voice low and reassuring. “We’ll get through this. But this time together, I cant let you do it alone again... I can't afford to lose you again.”

"I know" her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, the warmth of his touch providing a much-needed solace.

Chuuya pulled back gently, his gaze still warm and determined. He adjusted his clothes with swift, practiced movements, ensuring he was ready for the confrontation ahead.

“Let’s go,” he said softly, placing a last kiss on her forehead.

They both left the headquarters, making their way to the abandoned airport that Dazai had instructed them to. The massive, desolate space was eerily quiet, the air thick with dust and the remnants of a once-bustling location now left to decay. Her confusion was evident as she scanned the surroundings, wondering what had prompted this location.

As they arrived, Dazai was already waiting for them, leaning casually against a crumbling wall. His expression was serious unlike usual.

“Glad you made it on time.” Dazai said, his tone shifting to one of urgency. “Ranpo has come to a conclusion that’s beyond comprehension, and I need you to be ready for what I'm about to explain.”

She took a seat on a nearby bench, her curiosity piqued. Chuuya stood beside her, his gaze fixed on Dazai as he spoke

Dazai continued, his tone steady. “Ranpo’s investigation led him to the realization that you are the key to opening a rift to another universe. Your stepfather has escaped to a different dimension, and we need to access it to find him.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Me opening a rift to another universe? How is that even possible?”

Dazai met her gaze with a reassuring nod. “It’s possible because of your Malevolent Marionette ability. You see, the power you possess allows you to replicate and control entities. And since it got amplified when you stepped foot into this universe so by extending that ability to manipulate the fabric of reality itself, you can create a rift.”

He gestured to the air around them, trying to clarify. “Think of it like this: your ability can create a copy of an entity and control it. We can use that principle to create a ‘copy’ of this universe and transition to another. Essentially, you’ll be using your power to bridge the gap between dimensions.”

listened intently, her eyes narrowing as she processed the explanation. “So, by manipulating reality in a way similar to how I control my copies, I can open a rift to another universe?”

Dazai nodded. “Exactly. It’s a complex process, but we believe it’s within your capabilities. Once the rift is open, we’ll be able to track and confront your stepfather.”

Chuuya knelt before her, taking her hands in his own. His gaze was filled with concern and support. “If this becomes too much for you, we can find another way. We’ll figure out an alternative, no matter what.”

Her met his eyes, her expression resolute. “I appreciate that, Chuuya, but I’m ready to do this. I need to stop him, and this is the only way.”

Chuuya nodded, his grip on her hands tightening reassuringly before he released them. She then turned to Dazai, her curiosity piqued. “Why did you specifically choose this airport for the rift?”

Dazai looked around the abandoned space, his gaze thoughtful. “This location was chosen because it’s isolated and open, making it easier to stabilize the rift without drawing unwanted attention. The large, empty area gives us the space we need to safely create and control the rift.”

He continued, “Additionally, the old infrastructure here has a unique resonance that might actually aid in the process. It’s not a perfect science, but it should help in anchoring the rift and ensuring it stays stable.”

She nodded, understanding the rationale behind the choice. “Alright. Let’s get started then.”

She gets up approaching the designated area of the abandoned airport, her focus sharpening as she prepared to use her ability. The old infrastructure loomed around her, its faded and crumbling form adding an air of eerie significance to the task ahead.

She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the familiar rush of power surge through her veins. The amplification of her Malevolent Marionette ability in this universe made her sense of control both exhilarating and intense. She drew upon this heightened power, channeling it into the task of creating a rift.

Taking a deep breath, she began to concentrate, visualizing the concept of a ‘copy’ of the universe. She extended her senses to the fabric of reality, focusing on the connection between dimensions. Her power, always a tangible force, now felt even more potent and responsive.

As she concentrated, she began to generate an ethereal thread of energy, weaving it through the air. This thread represented the bridge she needed to create. Her eyes glowed a deep, bloody red as she manipulated the reality around her, the air vibrating with the intensity of her power.

The process was complex; she had to maintain a precise balance to ensure the rift remained stable. She imagined the rift as a shimmering doorway between dimensions, her ability acting as the key to unlock it. The space around her seemed to warp and distort as the rift began to form, its edges crackling with energy.

After several moments of intense focus, the rift stabilized, a pulsating portal of shifting colors and swirling energy hovering before them. It was a tangible gateway to the other universe.

She opened her eyes, her breath slightly labored but her expression resolute. “It’s done. The rift is open. We can now move through it.”

Chuuya’s gaze softened as he stepped closer to her. He placed a gentle kiss on her temple, his voice a low murmur. “You did well, baby.”

Dazai stood there observing with a hint of exasperation, rolling his eyes. “Give me a break, Chuuya. It’s not exactly the time for showing affection. We have a mission to focus on.”

With a scoff and a quick shake of his head, Dazai turned toward the rift. “Let’s get moving.”

The three of them stepped through the rift, leaving behind the desolate abandoned airport. They emerged into another universe, finding themselves back at an airport that was bustling with activity. The once-derelict surroundings had transformed into a vibrant scene, with people moving about, shops open, and the hum of life filling the air.

Chuuya remained close to her. “We’ll stick together and cover as much ground as we can. If he’s here, we’ll find him.”

Dazai on the other hand immediately began taking notes, his sharp gaze scanning the lively environment with practiced efficiency. He moved with purpose, quickly piecing together the clues from the vibrant surroundings.

After a few moments of observation and note-taking, Dazai’s expression shifted to one of realization. “I’ve figured it out. He is among these people. We need to be strategic about this.”

Chuuya nodded, his jaw set with determination. “So, what’s the plan?”

Dazai thought for a moment before responding. “We need to lure him away from the crowd and into a controlled space where we can handle him more effectively. We can’t afford to touch him directly, given his ability. Instead, we’ll need to use a combination of strategy and traps to get him through the rift.”

Chuuya’s eyes narrowed with concern. “How do we get him to follow us through the rift without touching him, idiot?”

Y/N stood there, her mind racing, suddenly had an idea. “I can create a replica of my mother. If we make it convincing enough, it might lure him through the rift. He’d be drawn to her, and we can get him into our trap.”

Chuuya frowned, clearly uneasy. “How do you propose we do that? He’s not going to be easily fooled.”

Dazai’s lips curled into a smirk. “Actually, he might be more susceptible than you think. Y/N’s ability has been amplified since arriving in our universe. She can create a replica of her dead mother to lure him through the rift. He wouldn’t know that it’s just her ability at work.”

Chuuya looked skeptical. “Are you sure he wouldn’t figure it out? He’s not exactly a fool.”

Dazai shook his head, his smirk widening. “On the contrary, he’s not aware of the full extent of her ability. The amplification in our universe has changed things. He won’t expect that this is a trick.”

Y/N took a deep breath, preparing herself for the task ahead. “If this is the best way to get him through the rift, I’ll do it.”

With the plan in place, she concentrated, focusing on creating a replica of her mother. Her ability, now amplified, took on a new level of intensity. She visualized her mother’s likeness with painstaking detail, drawing on her memories to create a convincing illusion.

The replica stood before them, a ghostly yet strikingly real vision of her mother. It moved with the grace and familiarity that she remembered, a poignant reminder of the love she had lost. She felt a pang of sorrow, but she steeled herself, knowing that this illusion was crucial for their plan.

As the replica became fully formed. Dazai gave her a soft smile. “You’ve done well. Now, let’s get into position.”

They all hid behind a nearby wall, their eyes trained on the bustling crowd. Y/N took a deep breath, gathering her resolve as she guided the replica of her mother into view. The replica moved gracefully, mimicking the familiar motions and demeanor of her deceased mother.

Through the maze of people, Y/N spotted her stepfather. His presence was unmistakable with his black, long hair and the distinctive ushanka hat he always wore. Her heart tightened at the sight of him, his imposing figure cutting through the crowd with an unsettling familiarity. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the area.

When he caught sight of the replica, his expression shifted from curiosity to shock. His eyes widened, and he squinted as if trying to confirm what he was seeing. He pushed through the crowd, his movements quick and purposeful as he followed the illusion. The replica of Y/N’s mother seemed to captivate him, drawing him closer.

Chuuya’s voice was a low murmur beside her. “Keep him moving. Once he’s close enough to the rift, we’ll make our move.”

She nodded, her focus unyielding. She maneuvered the replica with precise control, ensuring it led her stepfather directly to the edge of the rift. The stepfather’s fixation on the replica made him oblivious to his surroundings, allowing them to prepare for the final step.

As the stepfather reached the rift’s edge, they began to close in on him, ready to trigger the trap. The rift shimmered ominously, its pulsating energy reflecting the tension of the moment.

The stepfather, now fully engrossed in the illusion, took a step closer to the rift. His gaze was locked onto the replica, and he seemed on the verge of stepping through. The plan was working—he was being drawn toward the gateway between dimensions.

As the he neared the rift, Chuuya’s eyes narrowed with determination. He focused on his ability, manipulating gravity with precise control. Without physically touching him, Chuuya directed a powerful gravitational force that propelled the stepfather through the rift. He startled expression shifted to a sneer as he was pulled into the swirling vortex.

With their target through, they followed closely behind, stepping through the rift one after the other. They emerged into the same old airport immediately facing the stepfather who had already adjusted to the new environment.

The rift behind them flickered and closed, sealing them in their dimension. He turned slowly, a mocking smile playing on his lips. His gaze settled on Y/N, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

“Ah, finally,” he chuckled, his voice dripping with disdain. “I see you’ve managed to use the full extent of your power. How delightful.”

Her jaw tightened, but she maintained her composure. “Fyodor.”

Fyodor’s smirk widened as he looked at her, clearly reveling in the moment. “You’re still as predictable as ever,” he taunted. “I’ve heard whispers of your growing power, but seeing it in action is truly something else. I must admit, I’m impressed.”

Her eyes flashed with anger. “This isn’t a game, Fyodor. You’re here because we need to settle things once and for all.”

He chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping over the group. “Oh, I’m well aware. But before we get into that, let’s not forget the real reason you’re here. I’m curious—how does it feel to be free from the constraints of your Malevolent Marionette?”

Chuuya stepped in, his voice edged with authority. “Enough games, Fyodor. You’ve been a thorn in our side for far too long. We’re not here to entertain you.”

Fyodor’s gaze shifted to Chuuya, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Ah, Chuuya. Still the ever-loyal protector. How touching.”

As the tension in the air thickened, Fyodor’s demeanor became more serious. “But enough chit-chat. Let’s see if you can handle what I have in store. After all, this little reunion is about to become much more interesting.”

With a snap of his fingers, Fyodor's eyes gleamed with a new, sinister energy. The air around him crackled and shimmered as he unleashed his latest ability. A dark, swirling vortex of energy formed at his feet, gradually expanding into a series of ethereal, shadowy tendrils that writhed and twisted with an eerie life of their own.

The tendrils snaked outwards, each one pulsating with a dark, unnatural light. As they extended, they seemed to distort the very fabric of reality around them, creating ripples in the air that caused everything nearby to quiver. The power emanating from Fyodor was palpable, a chilling force that seemed to bend and warp the space it touched.

Before Chuuya could react, one of the tendrils shot towards him with alarming speed. It moved with a fluid, almost serpentine grace, aiming directly at his torso. The dark energy crackled with an almost sentient malice, leaving trails of distorted air in its wake.

Chuuya's instincts kicked in as he deflected the attack using his gravity manipulation. He tried to push the tendril away, but the force it carried was unexpectedly strong. The tendril slithered around his defenses, grazing his side and sending a jolt of freezing energy through him. It felt like a cold, piercing void trying to sap his strength.

Fyodor watched with a satisfied smirk. “You see,” Fyodor taunted, “this ability is something I’ve acquired recently. It allows me to manipulate shadows and dark energy, turning them into tangible, destructive forces. It’s quite effective for dealing with troublesome opponents.”

As Chuuya struggled against the tendrils, Dazai moved swiftly and decisively. His sharp eyes tracked the swirling shadows, and with practiced precision, he darted towards one of the tendrils. In a quick, fluid motion, Dazai placed his hand on the dark energy. The tendril quivered and then abruptly solidified into an immobile state. The shadowy force dissipated, leaving the dark energy inert and harmless.

Before Fyodor could fully react, Y/N stepped forward with a steely resolve. Her eyes glowed a deep, bloody red as she summoned her enhanced Malevolent Marionette ability. With a practiced flick of her hand, she unleashed the time-proof strigles—an immense axial fiber that shimmered with a powerful, otherworldly energy.

The strigles coiled around Fyodor, the time-proof cable wrapping around him with a near-physical force. The cables constricted with a precise, suffocating grip, holding Fyodor captive and rendering him immobile. The energy from the strigles warped and distorted the space around him, making it nearly impossible for him to escape or counteract.

Fyodor’s eyes danced with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. He chuckled, his voice carrying a taunting edge. “Is that all you’ve got?” he said, his gaze meeting hers with a challenging gleam. “You may have temporarily subdued me, but this is far from over. My new ability is not so easily contained.”

As she held Fyodor captive with the time-proof strigles, her senses suddenly picked up a familiar, unsettling sound—a chittering that tugged at her memory. Her eyes widened as she scanned the surroundings, searching for the source of the sound. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw a small, familiar raccoon darting towards them with an unexpected urgency.

the raccoon, Karl, was clutching a book that emanated a brilliant yellow aura. Without hesitation, Karl threw open the book, its pages glowing with an intense, radiant energy. The light expanded outward, forming an ethereal, shimmering barrier that enveloped Fyodor. The book's aura pulsed with a force that pulled Fyodor into its pages, trapping him within.

Fyodor’s mocking expression turned to one of shock and frustration as he realized he was being drawn into the book’s confines. He struggled against the glowing energy, but it was no use. The barrier solidified, and with a final burst of light, Fyodor was sealed inside, his form barely visible through the pages of the book.

As the light from the book began to fade, Karl gave a satisfied thumbs-up. From above a nearby corridor, the familiar voice of Poe echoed through the airport. “Good job, Karl!” Poe called out, his eyes filled with starry hearts. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

Y/N’s eyes softened in relief and recognition as she saw Poe standing above, a warm smile on his face. She nodded gratefully at Karl and Poe, silently thanking them for their unexpected intervention.

Chuuya's eyes narrowed, and he shot Dazai a sharp look. “You knew about this all along, didn’t you?” he demanded, his tone a mix of frustration and disbelief.

Dazai chuckled, his expression one of innocent amusement. “Well, I had a pretty good idea that Karl and Poe might show up. They do have a knack for timing, after all.”

Y/N crossed her arms, her expression mirroring Chuuya’s irritation. “You should have told us about the full plan. It would have saved us a lot of unnecessary worry.”

Dazai's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the reaction. “Ah, but where’s the fun in that? Sometimes a little surprise adds to the excitement.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in realization, her face turning pale. “The paper! We didn’t get the paper from the reality book!” Her panic was palpable as she rushed over to the trapped Fyodor, her mind racing with the implications of leaving such a crucial element in his possession.

Before she goes onto a full panic attack mode, Karl scampered up onto her shoulder, carefully placing a folded piece of paper into her hand. She stared at it in disbelief, recognizing the paper as the one they had desperately needed.

Poe, descending gracefully from above, added with a reassuring tone, “Karl managed to snatch it from Fyodor’s pocket before he was sealed away. It’s crucial for ensuring the book’s containment.”

“Thank you, both,” She sighs with relief.

Poe gave her a reassuring smile. “No problem. I will rewrite it making sure that everything is back to normal.”

Karl continues to play with Y/N hair as she giggled at him.

Poe’s eyes softened with a knowing smile as he moved closer. “I’ll make sure to bring back both your version of Chuuya in your world and Chuuya’s version of you here.”

She looked at Poe with a thoughtful expression, her eyes shifting to Chuuya. He met her gaze with a nod of agreement. She then smiled warmly at Poe and shook her head. “Thank you, Poe, but we don’t need that anymore.”

Poe raised an eyebrow, slightly puzzled. “Are you sure?”

Chuuya stepped forward, his voice firm yet gentle. “We’ve grown fond of this version of each other. We’ve adapted to the reality we’re in now.”

Poe’s expression brightened with understanding. “Very well then. If that’s what you both want, I’ll respect your choice.”

Karl patted Y/N’s shoulder affectionately, as if to confirm the decision. Poe gave a final nod, his eyes reflecting a mix of satisfaction and warmth. “I’ll see to it that everything is sorted out here. If you need anything else, let me know.”

With a wave of his hand, Poe and Karl began to fade from view, their task complete. The airport, once filled with tension and chaos, now felt more settled as the group took a moment to reflect on the events that had transpired.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, life in Yokohama settled into a new rhythm. Y/N had firmly decided to step back from the role of the mafia boss, finding more comfort and purpose under Chuuya's leadership. She preferred the freedom it allowed, enabling her to focus on what truly mattered—both in their missions and in her personal life.

Dazai, ever the observer, continued to make occasional visits to check on Y/N. Their friendship remained strong, but Dazai harbored unspoken feelings for her. Nevertheless, he found himself feeling more content knowing she was happy with that 'slug' as he calls him, despite his own lingering emotions. He chose to keep his distance, admiring her from afar while supporting their relationship in his own quiet way.

A year later, Y/N and Chuuya's love had blossomed into a committed partnership. They celebrated their engagement with joy and anticipation. On a usual Saturday night, they were enjoying a quiet evening together, sharing drinks and reminiscing about their past lives.

Chuuya's phone rang, interrupting their moment. He glanced at the screen and saw Akutagawa's name. After a brief conversation, he informed Y/N of the situation. “Akutagawa says there’s a nuisance ability user causing trouble in Yokohama. It looks like we've got to take care of this.”

Her eyes softened with understanding, and she reached out to squeeze his hand. “Trouble never seems to end, does it?”

Chuuya smiled, his gaze filled with affection. “It doesn’t, but as long as we’re together, nothing in the world is too hard to beat.”

She returned his smile, a mix of excitement and determination in her gaze. She stood up, reaching for her usual black leather long coat. With a quick motion, she cracked her neck, readying herself for whatever lay ahead. Chuuya adjusted his hat with practiced ease, his eyes shining with confidence.

Together, they stepped out, side by side, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them in Yokohama. With their combined strength and unwavering bond, they knew that no obstacle would be too great to overcome.

A/N: I know I know don't hate me, I had to change ma sweet babe Fedya's ability for the plot 😭. Oh how I hated not mischaracterising him into a sweet alooffff. Also, I know the fight scene was rushed, but I felt the plot was stretching too much. Also, Karl's part was UwU. Yet I feel bad for Daz for watching Y/N from afar :(. Anyways!! Hope y'all enjoyed it, I know the plot was quite perplexing, but i just got back to writing after a huge pause that reached 2 years.

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Weekly Recap | April 22nd-May 5th 2024

I'm back!!! You get two weeks worth of fic since I went on vacation last week! :)

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up down jump around by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (7x06: There Goes The Groom, Karaoke | 1,6K | Teen): Buck appears out of nowhere, crashing into the seat next to him and landing half on top of him. “We should go,” he says. Eddie frowns. “Go where? I thought you wanted to party?” Buck rolls his eyes, exaggerated in a way that tells him Buck is not on his first beer. “No, I mean, we should go next,” he says, and makes a sweeping gesture in the direction of the karaoke setup.

hold your breath and feel the tension by chromatophorica/ @chromatophorica (9-1-1/Lone Star Crossover, Getting Together | 17K | Teen): Following the arson attack at TK and Carlos' apartment, some of the 126 decide to visit LA for a while to unwind, hanging out with the 118 crew. Buck absolutely is not having feelings about the friendship between Marjan and Eddie. No matter what TK might think he knows.

Eddie's Housewife by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Getting Together | 2K | General): Eddie buys Buck an apron and dish gloves. Accidentally makes Buck his housewife. Realizes he's in love with Buck. All in that order.

know all the ways to appreciate your design (I'm a damn good lover) by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (Bachelor Party, Buck/Tommy, PWP | 3K | Explicit): He’s a beautiful man, don’t you think? Have you ever wondered what it would be like? Even a little bit? You have, haven’t you? Or: the one where Tommy is here for a good time, not a long time; Buck really likes it when he runs his mouth; and Eddie...well, Eddie doesn't have a clue

just another deathbed confession by actualalligator/ @actualalligator (Near Death Experience | 2K | Teen): Buck ends up buried when the floor gives out underneath him on a call. He calls 9-1-1 and demands to speak to Maddie.

Both Bermuda and Golden (Lost but Doing Just Fine) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (PWP, Threesome, BuckTommyEddie | 39K | Explicit): In which everyone has two hands and two holes and is keeping their options fluid. (Or: a collection of threesome fics.)

5. You Knew We'd End Up Here (Daddy Kink): Eddie was raised to say 'thank you' when someone gifts him nice things like ringside seats and helicopter rides. Buck likes honorifics and being good. And Tommy likes when men who look like Buck and Eddie do as he tells them. (Or: three scenes in the evolution of Buck, Eddie, and Tommy's relationship, all united by one particular word.) 6. But Mr. Pilot I Don't Have Any Money: Buck might not have the money to spare, but he's sure he can find a way to pay Tommy for a helicopter lesson... In completely unrelated news, Eddie has a key to Buck's apartment and a habit of dropping by.

yeehaw [revisited] by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (BuckTommy, PWP | 2K | Explicit): “Do you have a trampstamp?” Buck asks, looking at where the sunlight hits his skin perfectly, highlighting the faint, small, black text - too small for Buck to see exactly what it says from here. Tommy merely huffs a laugh into the crook of his neck, eyes still likely closed as he places a deep, languid, lazy kiss to the base of Buck’s jawline. “Mhm,” he hums. “I was wondering when you’d notice that,” he adds with another exhale of amusement.

🔥 If You Said I Do I Would Too by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Fake Marriage | 5K | General): Eddie starts telling people Buck’s his husband to get out of annoying flirting situations on calls. Buck starts to like it a little too much.

this could be the year for the real thing by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Coda, 7x06: There Goes The Groom | 1,7K | Teen): His face is still a smear of soot, and Chris giggles. “Buck. Your face.” Buck frowns in confusion and Eddie steps over to him, hand already reaching to wipe the soot off his face, just like he has a hundred times at work. Except Tommy’s already there, licking his thumb and rubbing firmly at Buck’s chin, a gesture so familiar to Eddie that watching it happen separate from him feels like getting punched in the throat. or, eddie thinks about his best friend at a hospital wedding

tell me all the things that i wanna hear by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (7x06: There Goes The Groom | 1,3K | Teen): Or: Eddie realizes something at the bachelor party, but he doesn't remember until later.

take a chance (lay all your love on me) by bptlmevyemtc (Not Actually Unrequited Love | 35K | General): “You’re in love with me?” Buck asks, like a laggy computer system that just finished booting up. “Er. Yes?” Eddie says. “I thought we established that.” Buck nods, once, glacially slow, and Eddie sees when the synapses of his brain snap into place. “... But I’m straight?” the one where it takes eddie a while to get over buck, and it takes buck even longer to figure out he doesn't want him to

🔥 the ravi fic by archerincombat (Ravi POV, S4 | 15K | Teen): “Hey,” Ravi says. “Scale of 1 to 10, how bad would it be if I assumed Eddie Diaz’s girlfriend was his wife in front of him?” Lee groans. “Did you do it in front of Buckley?” “Yeah?”  “A hundred,” she replies, turning the other direction before Ravi can demand to know why. At three in the morning, it hits him. He bolts upright in his cot. Oh my god, he thinks. Buck and Eddie are divorced, and everyone forgot to tell me.

tried and true blue by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (There Was Only One Bed | 4K | Teen): or, sharing a bed with your best friend is fine, usually, except for when your best friend is the particular combination of tipsy and stoned at his sister’s wedding that transforms him into 200 pounds of cuddlebug

🔥 does he love you better than i can? by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Post-7x05: You Don't Know Me, BuckTommy, Tommy POV | 10K | Teen): Nothing has ever happened between us, Evan had insisted. You have absolutely nothing to worry about, Eddie had told him unequivocally. There’s no reason he shouldn’t take them both at their word, Tommy thinks, decisively. or, buck and eddie insist that there's nothing going on between them. tommy wants to believe them. he really, really does.

put my heart inside your palms by markofalover/ @markofalover (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Buck’s speaking again, telling him, “Go dry your hair, baby.” And like, he’s stuck in his daydream. Completely crazy about it. So it’s not exactly his fault that he doesn’t register what Buck said until he’s in the bathroom again. He straightens his shoulders out and looks at his reflection like maybe he’s actually lost it, but, no, those were real words coming from Buck, who is also real, so— ...or, how an accidental pet name, a thoughtful dinner, and a shared shirt makes them get their shit together.

written all over your face by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (BuckTommy | 2,5K | Teen): A completely smitten Buck decides he wants to keep Tommy all to himself for just a while longer. When an accidental goodbye kiss exposes their new relationship, the 118 wants to be respectful – but when has that ever worked? or: buck and tommy try to keep their relationship a secret and fail adorably

with a smile and some hope by iriswests/ @fcntasmas (Established Buddie | 6K | Mature): or; five times buck wakes up before eddie, and one time eddie wakes up before buck

🔥 as easy as defusing a bomb by iriswests/ @fcntasmas (Sexuality Crisis, S5 | 7K | Mature): or; buck moves in with eddie while taylor finds a new place, and prompts what feels like puberty 2.0 for eddie diaz.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 31/? | 20K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

Chapter 30. 70. what if i told you none of it was accidental: An accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment passes before you crash your lips back against each other's Chapter 31. 72. Accidentally bumping noses 

waiting for this moment to be free by glorious_spoon/ @glorious-spoon (Getting Together | <1K | General): Eddie opens his eyes to the dim flickering light of the TV, turned down low but not quite muted on one of those Ninja Warrior things that Buck loves. He's tilted sideways, cheek pillowed against the outside of Buck's arm, and he's apparently been drooling a little, which would be more embarrassing if it were the first or even the twentieth time it's happened. Or: Eddie, and Buck, and another couch.

you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Established Buddie, Amnesia | 1,7K | Teen): Eddie is pretty sure the only person he's ever been genuinely attracted to, is Shannon. So, he is very confused when he wakes up in a hospital bed with temporary amnesia and the inability to look away from the pretty, hot guy in a firefighter uniform. And then, procedes to have the second gay panic of his life... because of the same person.

This Old Love Has Me Bound by allyasavedtheday/ @littlespoonevan (Post-7x04: Buck Bothered and Bewildered, BuckTommy, Pre-Buddie | 9K | Teen): In an attempt to better understand his newfound bisexuality, Buck tries to figure out if he ever missed any signs with guys before. The universe keeps interrupting every time he's about to think about Eddie.

all I want (your eyes on mine) by bigfootsmom/ @bigfootsmom (PWP, BuckTommyEddie | 10K | Explicit): Buck is lying there, Eddie instantly recognizes the head of honey blond curls resting on the arm of the couch. But the head of short brown curls between Buck’s shaking thighs takes a second longer to place. But then they look up, blue eyes going comically wide as they lock onto Eddie. Tommy Kinard is on Buck’s couch. He’s on Buck’s couch between Buck’s thighs with his lips wrapped around Buck’s cock. ~ The one where Eddie yearns, Buck pines, and Tommy just wants to have a good time.

of want and need by honestlydarkprincess/ @honestlydarkprincess (PWP | 2K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie fuck for the first time. That's it, that's the fic. (sequel to slowly getting sober from the taste of your skin)

WIP

🔥 change the prophecy by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Alternate Timeline, Curse/Magic | 7/11 | 17K | Mature): Buck has never felt secure in any of his relationships; he’s been searching for someone to see him the way he feels he’s meant to be seen, but after things start going downhill with Tommy, he thinks that person might just not exist. Eddie cannot figure out what’s wrong with him when it becomes clear things with Marisol aren’t going to work out. But what if they’re both forgetting something?

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 10/18 | 53K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

🔥 Steal My Sunshine by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Altered Memories | 4/9 | 15K | Mature): Memories hazy and unreliable, Eddie Diaz wakes up every morning in a house at the end of a cul de sac, goes to his office job at a petroleum engineering company, and comes home to his wife and son. But something is missing, and the more Eddie begins to put the pieces together, the stranger the predicament he finds himself in. 

some things fall when they're meant to fall by sibylsleaves/ @sibylsleaves (Post S7E5 | 2/4 | 11K | Teen): or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie has a realization and breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order.

🔥 stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong by Daffi_990_ao3/ @daffi-990 (Canon Divergent, Different First Meeting | 3/10 | 24K | Not Rated): Probational Firefighters Evan “Buck” Buckley and Eddie Diaz meet on a call which ends with them at odds with each other. As the months roll by, they keep running into each other on the job, much to Eddie’s dismay and Buck’s delight. Can they put aside their first opinions and misunderstandings and allow the seeds of friendship, and possibly something more, to take root?

🔥 Cowboy With a One Track Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergence, Not A Firefighter Buck | 3/4 | 16K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 7 (Land): Grieving and tortured, Evan Buckley has been living alone in Montana in a remote cabin for nearly a decade. After an incident that leaves him missing six months of his life, and suddenly in connection with a group of strangers from Los Angeles, Evan must decide whether to remain in his self-imposed exile, or take a chance at life again.

🔥 for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 14/? | 126K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 126/? | 393K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Podfics

🔥 Leave The Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by Mad_Lori/ @madlori // fic by @hmslusitania (Post-S5, Missing Presumed Dead, Amnesia | 4.5-5h | Mature): An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is... missing presumed. While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home.

[podfic] Chimney's Guide to Dating a Buckley by Howard Han by Matriaya (Getting Buddie Together | 3-3.5h | Not Rated): And how stupid is it that reading 10 chapters of a guide to dating a Buckley by his coworker is how Eddie finally got his shit together and asked Buck out for a date? But, Eddie’s happy and so is Buck, so Chim might have had a point.

[podfic] Karen's Guide to Dating and Marrying a Firefighter with a Kid by Matriaya for KatieWrites (Getting Buddie Together, Karen POV sorta? | 1-1.5h | Not Rated): OR Buck's in love with his best friend and doesn't know how to figure out if Eddie shares his feelings.

[tarotwithavi]

How your existence makes this world a better place ♡

Piles: 1~2~3

How to choose a pile?

Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Kindly ask your spirit guides to show you the right pile for yourself and then open your eyes. Whichever pile catches your attention is the right pile for you.

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Pile 1

Pile 1 you see the hope in hopeless people and situations and that's an awesome thing. You know when to let go of someone and when to fight for them. Though you are very compassionate you will never let people take advantage of you. And the way you are with kids is just freaking awesome. Most of you may think that kids don't love you or kids get scared of you but trust me the kids who are even a little bit close to you see you as their role model. They want to be like you when they grow up and you might notice some kids or even people copying your style or the way you act. Pile 1 you have achieved a lot but you have never let that success get to you. You have stayed humble even when most would swell up with ego. You know how to handle situations. The message I am specifically picking up on is from your parents, they might not show it but they are really grateful to have a child like you. Your ancestors are proud of you for being strong enough to stop the toxic cycle going on in your bloodline. That ancestral healing needs some guts of steel my pile 1. You don't recognise how special you are and how humble you are. It's okay to be proud of yourself , you may think that I am exaggerating but trust me if I could I would give you all my stationary (coming from a Virgo rising to show how genuine I am) . Those who get you , get you ; those who don't, don't and they don't need to.

Pile 2

Pile 2 you don't realize how extremely gorgeous you are. Your beauty makes this world a better place. You're so beautiful spiritually, mentally, physically and emotionally. You're not afraid to give your all to the people you love. you show love by buying things for your loved ones don't ya. I love how you don't need people to validate your beauty. Honestly pile 2 you're so beautiful it's like the moon and stars came together to form an existence as beautiful as you. Let me describe how you feel to people; you feel like the smell of soil after it rains, you feel like winter sunlight, you feel like the favorite song you keep repeating just because it's so good. You're the hope for people who feel left out in the cold. I don't know if you're doing nursing or not but you definitely give off a caring and nurturing vibe. You celebrate your success with people but bear loss alone. You're there for them in their best times as well as worst. You love so much unconditionally. You don't see the difference in people. You always try to find the best in people. You're so lovely pile 2 OMG. I feel like you guys would be the best healers. You're always ready to help others. The word to describe you would be LOVE. You have so much love to give. You don't hold hate in your body. It's like no matter what happens you'll run out of love and love is the highest frequency and emotional.

Pile 3

Your knowledge, your wisdom about life makes this world a better place. It's like you're not afraid to leave your empire behind to build a new one from nothing because you have got the confidence. You know what you're capable of and you know your worth. You won't settle for less and there is something about being a higher achiever. I am hearing "Higher achiever don't you see baby nothing come for free" I forgot the name of the song. You're here to make a change for the better. You are here to change the old customs of your family. You're a pro at leaving old things behind. You don't get attracted to people and things easily and that helps you a lot. Some of you may feel like you're a sociopath at how fast you move on from people, trust me pile 3 that's a blessing. The faster you move on the better it is for you. You won't let people hold you back from getting what you desire for. Nothing can come between you and your goal. You are a role model to a lot of people, especially your friends. You inspire them to fight for their goals. You have lost a lot of things to achieve your goals, but in the end it's all worth it for you. If you don't have a goal then that's alright, if you feel happy and content you don't have to have a goal. The journey is more important than the destination.

[rabarbarzcukrem]

The eternal opposing relationship between the two sides of a mirror

or: In defense of Shiori

I feel like Shiori is one of the most controversial characters in Utena. Some love her, others despise her. And I don't have a problem with people having strong opinions on her character. What bothers me is the tendency to exaggerate her most negative traits, focus on her most harmful actions, completely ignore any redeeming qualities she might have and then paint her as a one dimensional villainous caricature, a mean straight girl who plays with the lesbian's feelings for the sake of it, without anything deeper going on.

I'm aware of the fact that some people refer to her like that in endearment or in a satirical fashion, and I'm not saying that you can't consider her your favorite problematic evil girl representation. I'm only trying to make people realize that it's her complexity that actually makes her such a compelling character.

I've seen people call Shiori all sorts of names, some of which were baffling enough to make me wonder if they even remembered what happens in the show, and weren't just judging a version of the character that they made up in their head.

So, let's look at the things Shiori actually does, throughout the course of the story.

Disclaimer: I'm only going to take the series into the account here, because I think we can all agree that everyone's characterization and personality differs at least slightly in the movie. Background characters also get a lot less screen time to explain their motivations in order to fully focus on Anthy's journey and struggles, which is understandable.

1. She "steals" the boy from Juri.

This is her biggest crime, which seems to define her from the very beginning. Even though Juri didn't actually have any romantic feelings for him, this action is detrimental to their relationship - it breaks the trio apart, isolates Juri from the pair, is an act of betrayal against her and proves it was done with full awareness that it would hurt Juri emotionally.

Shiori is a deeply insecure person, who constantly feels inadequate and beneath other people. The only reason why Juri seemed to actually like her that Shiori could think of was pity, and even when she found out she was the object of her romantic affection all along, she still struggled to comprehend it. Her self loathing and constant perceived inferiority make her desperate to gain any sort of control over her life and relationships, but they're also the exact reason she feels that the only way she could ever do that is by hurting others. She's always one step below and incapable of crossing that distance, therefore the only way to become equal to people is to bring them down to her level, by humiliation.

When she "steals" the boy from Juri, she achieves that. For a moment, she feels good about herself and leaves Ohtori thinking that she has found the answer, the solution. But she's wrong. From that moment on, it becomes more and more apparent to her that what she did was never out of love for the boy, even though she doesn't let herself acknowledge it fully. Because the truth is, Shiori actually regrets hurting Juri, which she admits herself during her elevator confession.

When the guilt starts getting to her, her confidence high wears off, and she ends up feeling ever worse.

That's why she breaks up with him and comes back. She's not ready to leave yet, not ready to progress. There's still something binding her to Ohtori - Juri, and Shiori's unresolved feelings for her.

2. She tries to set things right with Juri and to fix their relationship.

Even though at this point Shiori still thinks that Juri only ever associated herself with her out of pity, she still makes several attempts to get closer to Juri, who understandably (albeit coldly) turns her down ever time. This is a very clear sign of conflicting feelings Shiori has for Juri - jealousy and admiration, resentment and longing, hate and love. After all, Shiori admits that the two practically grew up together. Their friendship may have always felt fake to Shiori, but she clearly cherished it deeply.

3. The Black Rose Arc.

First of all, we should establish what is the purpose of this arc and how it functions. It explores the motivations of background characters and shows their worst side to the audience. The characters that end up in the elevator are the most unstable, vulnerable ones, with the least power in the system, in unequal and/or exploitive relationships with the duelists and their agency under threat. Mikage offers them a way to gain that power by making them follow their most toxic, negative emotions. And despite all other characters doing exactly that, from what I've seen Shiori is the one that gets the most hate for it. I don't think she should be judged any harsher for what she did under the influence of the black rose than, let's say, Wakaba or Kozue. Especially because the reason all of them ended up in that elevator is because they recognized that these urges were harmful and were seeking help and counseling.

What this arc does do is reveal how Shiori's inferiority complex drives her to act against her own desires. Even though she longs for things to be different, even though she is not happy at all with how her relationship with Juri looks like, she is unable to fix it, because that would require her to consider her own affection for Juri. And she can't do that, because it would mean admitting that she's not stronger than Juri, that she hasn't beaten her, that she's doesn't have control and an advantage over her. Although she tries to keep up this smug, self-assured facade, the reality shines through.

They key to understanding Shiori is noticing that she specifically doesn't want to acknowledge that Juri's feelings are reciprocated, and the obsession is mutual. If you paint their relationship as one sided, you're actually falling for her act.

4. She enters a relationship with Ruka.

Ruka is a handsome (arguable), respected boy who appears out of nowhere and starts showing interest in Shiori. It's obvious that for an insecure girl, who in addition struggles with confusing repressed feelings, this would be something unthinkably wonderful. The affection and praise she gets from him is exactly what her low self-esteem craves. You might be wondering why she didn't perceive Juri's feelings for her in the same way. And a part of the answer might be that, post nameless-boy-incident, Juri was nothing but cold to her. She might have been pining after Shiori from afar, but in the end she's distant and untouchable, and they're divided by their messy past. Meanwhile Ruka is a clean slate, seems openly affectionate, engaged in their relationship and he pays attention to her. But I think the main thing that makes Ruka so different from Juri is the fact that...he's a boy. Because, as Revolutionary Girl Utena establishes, gender plays a crucial role in interpersonal dynamics. Attention from a boy is fundamentally coded as romantic, desirable, necessary and most importantly: increases the girl's worth in society's eyes. It makes one a princess. Meanwhile Juri's advances could only be seen as an invitation to friendship, at best. But Juri's status and beauty make her special, while Shiori is not. Therefore, it can only be pity and mockery.

Of course, Ruka only uses Shiori to influence Juri and dumps her as soon as he achieves his goals. It's true that Shiori could have listened to Juri's warnings, but then again... why should she? From her perspective, Juri's her ex-friend that doesn't want anything to do with her, who only suddenly comes to Shiori when she's finally happy and fulfilled, and encourages her to end it. She doesn't know the wider context of the situation, nor does she remember the Black Rose arc. Juri's warnings don't sound sincere to her.

And so, Ruka gets rid of her in the coldest, most indifferent way, not explaining anything or showing even the slightest sign of compassion. Before that though, he makes an interesting remark, about Shiori putting on an act and polishing somebody else's sword.

Honestly, I don't really know how to interpret it in any other way than Shiori actually having feelings for someone else, despite trying her hardest to conceal it. Are my shipping lenses not allowing me to see any different possibilities? Am I going crazy? I don't know.

Nevertheless, Shiori begs him to stay, devastated. Her life got turned around so suddenly, she found appreciation, status, comfort and stability, and now all that's been taken away from her as abruptly as it was given. It's a public humiliation.

I once heard someone say that this would be the perfect moment for Juri to step in and defend her. And to be honest, although it may be true, I'm not completely sure. It may have been the one display of open care that Shiori needed from her, but it might as well have been interpreted by Shiori as Juri affirming her superiority over her and feeling sorry for her again. We will never know. In my opinion, so much of their relationship is going on in their own heads that the only thing that could ever cause positive progress is communication (which neither of them seem to be a fan of).

Instead, Juri only tries to console her after the fact, when Shiori's at her absolute lowest. In the context of all the assumptions Shiori holds and Juri's previous indifference, it quite understandably comes off as a sneering attempt to gloat.

That's about it. You may have noticed that I've summarized all Shiori's appearances into 4 points, and only one of them includes an instance of Shiori hurting Juri voluntarily, out of her own free will, not influenced by anyone. I'm not saying that she was forced to taunt Juri during the Black Rose Arc, I'm not trying to diminish the suffering she's caused or trying to paint her as a perfectly good person. I am trying to make it clear that she is not some cunning plotter, dedicating every minute of her life to finding ways to make Juri suffer that some people seem to take her for. I am trying to humanize people's perception of her a little bit. Especially considering the fact that last scenes of her include those when she waits for Juri and follows her so that they can go home together, and then joins the fencing club. If this doesn't show that she's capable of change, I don't know what does.

She's not an innocent princess, that's true, but she's not just an egoistical, manipulative liar either. She's a bit of both. After all, if Revolutionary Girl Utena is supposed to teach you anything, then I think it's that we're all just people, and the complexities of human experience make it impossible to fit anyone into a box, assigning them definite labels like "princess" or "witch".

And if you look at a teenage girl who, like all people in Ohtori, struggle under the system of patriarchy and heterosexuality, and all you see is a wicked, sinister witch, then you may have just fallen into the trap that the narrative had set for you.

[yunwangja]

down bad - tooru oikawa smau twoshot

now im down bad crying at the gym

everything comes out teenage petulance

fuck it if i can't have her

i might just die, it would make no difference

oikawa is your good friend since you were a freshman - but little did you know that he is actually head over heels for you.

tags: oikawa x fem!reader, high school friends to lovers, pining, jealous and desperate oikawa lol, and eventual fluff i thinKK

warnings/notes: swearing, idk if this counts as a smau but it's more written content than socmed elements! seijoh 4 (aside from oikawa obviously) are side characters. mb if they are a bit ooc and dont mind any typos/grammatical mistakes in case. idrk how else to describe this but its oikawa being an emotional wreck bc of y/n. i only made a twoshot to divide the length of the story :d it's not too serious don't be fooled by the cover i just did it for the *aesthetic*

partly inspired by down bad by taylor swift

part 1: everything comes out teenage petulance

immediately after the whistle blows during a match, oikawa tooru’s expression changes. in the court, he’s known to be fierce, confident, and a skilled volleyball player; but once he steps outside of it, he’s just a boy.

a boy constantly wanting to be noticed by the girl he likes - you. he craves for your attention, your smile, your laugh, and your touch. since your first day as a freshman when he was a junior, the chemistry of his brain was changed, and it was only filled with you.

what can he do? he just wants you.

despite his popularity and charming personality, oikawa becomes a bumbling mess around you. he effortlessly turns down other girls with a smile, having the ability to leaving them giggling and kicking their feet after rejecting them. but when it comes to the girl of his dreams, he can’t even muster the courage to make a move or ask you out.

he often marvels at the miracle of your friendship, wondering how he manages to talk with you at all. in your presence, he feels both immense pressure and profound relief—safe yet burdened by a heavy facade that conceals his true feelings.

despite reassurances from his childhood friend iwaizumi that he’ll be fine, oikawa remains tormented by the idea of confessing to you. his biggest fear is your rejection. he doesn’t just worry about typical "what ifs" - what if she doesn’t feel the same way back? or, what if she avoids me if i tell her? he dreads everything that could go wrong, because he just knows he’ll never be able to get up if you turned him down.

call him dramatic (and he is), but the thought of you not returning his feelings feels catastrophic. he loves you deeply and prioritizes your feelings no matter what, but grapples with a selfish desire: to love you and only you. the idea of you not wanting that devastates him.

nevertheless, oikawa cherishes every moment with you, never taking your presence and whatever you have today for granted. each smile he puts on your face is a reward for him.

“y/n, you're here~” he greets you with an exaggerated wave from the court as soon as he sees you in the bleachers, waiting for him.

being the good friend you are, and a supportive student of your school, you were always present whenever the boys’ volleyball team had a match.

it was like your unofficial club at this point, and your friends keep teasing you that you’re only there for the one and only captain of the team. they weren’t completely wrong, but you keep denying it and tell yourself you’re just there ‘as a friend’. 

you put on a big smile acknowledging his presence, “tooru!” you wave at him back excitedly, “do great today!”

he only chuckles in response, nodding and scratching the back of his head. “roger that!” he salutes, making you laugh.

you motioned for him to come closer, and he gladly did. from your pocket, you took something out and threw it down to him. "catch!"

of course, oikawa effortlessly caught it. opening his palm, he saw a friendship bracelet inscribed with his name and a heart. he couldn’t control his delight, wore it immediately, and looked up to you.

“with that, you’ll definitely win! no bets needed.” you smile at him. 

“thank you, y/n!” 

as he turns around to prepare for the match, there's a noticeable shift in his demeanor. “let's do this,” he declares, suddenly energized and ready, thanks to your support. with a stretch of his arms, he reassures himself that today will be a good day, as long as you're by his side, smiling at him.

“he’s so down bad for her,” matsukawa whispers to iwaizumi. 

during the intense match that followed, oikawa displayed remarkable skill and determination, leading their team to a hard-fought victory.

after the match ended and the celebrations quiet down, he finds himself in the locker room, still catching his breath from the adrenaline rush. his face glistens with sweat, testament to the effort he put in. as he wipes his forehead with a towel, he finally breaks the silence with iwaizumi, his voice reflecting a mix of relief and curiosity. “i didn’t see y/n when the match ended. where is she?”

"oh, she was there until we finished our post-match rituals with the opponents," hanamaki chimed in, overhearing. "then i saw a senior from another school talking to her and they left together."

oikawa’s eyes immediately shot up at the mention of another person with you, because of two reasons: one, this is unusual to happen after a match, and two, just why?

his teammates knew what this meant for him. quickly changing into a clean jersey and packing his things, oikawa turned to them. "can you put my bag on the bus? i’ll look for her." this was more of a command instead of a favor, not caring any less if they were willing to do so or not. 

he searched everywhere, navigating through volleyball players, fangirls, and schoolmates. his charismatic smile kept his fans engaged as he scanned the venue looking for you.

finally, near the staircase leading to the audience seats, he spotted a figure resembling you. hanamaki’s observation was spot on—there was indeed a man, tall and around his age, talking to you with a smile.

not wanting you to notice him, oikawa subtly moved for a better view. he froze as he saw you chuckling and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. he couldn’t hear what you were talking about, but all that mattered was that a sweet smile was plastered on your face.

it pained him deeply. his face grew hot, and he hurriedly walked to the nearest water fountain to cool off. it’s fine, that’s nothing. there’s nothing to be upset about. it’s just them talking, that’s not a big deal. it’s not like they’re together or something. he was trying to distract himself, but it was to no avail.

deep down, he knew he was being selfish. he hates that he doesn’t have the right to feel this way. he hates that you’re not his. he feels stupid for feeling jealous over your non-existent relationship. he feels like shit, and it’s all just because you smiled, and it wasn’t because of him. 

he thanked his lucky stars for being alone at the water fountain, because his eyes just started watering while stepping on the fountain’s pedal.

this scene is actually familiar to him already. there were definitely occasional moments like this where someone would approach you and ask you out, and he would hear about it, isolate himself, then cry about it out of jealousy and frustration.

it was a recurring episode he despised. in moments like these, he’d be furious with himself. why didn’t i make a move any sooner? of course y/n has other admirers, she’s perfect. i wouldn’t be surprised if she got a boyfriend. but it’s not me. i hate it. and i hate myself more because i didn’t do anything. what if she gets a boyfriend? will she stop talking to me? will whatever we have end? but still, she wouldn’t be mine. that’s the worst of it all. 

he wiped his tears while drinking from the fountain, feeling pathetic. he hates crying like this, because he’s a grown man, but he also can’t help it because it’s you.

you are the only person who can override his emotions. you make him crazy, literally. you could make him laugh, cry, angry, happy, jealous, name all of them - all just with the thought of you. 

he drowned himself with his own thoughts, trying to stifle his sobs.

“tooru? are you crying?”

your voice startled him and turned to your direction. “y/n…”

he stared at you, tears still in his eyes as he straightened up. this is the first time you’ve seen him cry since you both met - it’s not like he was someone who was emotional per se, especially around you.

"is something wrong?" concerned, you moved closer, reaching out to comfort him. he surprised you by wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly.

taken aback but returning the hug, you drew circles on his back as he sobbed quietly against your shoulder. you wondered why he could be feeling this way. it’s not like they lost the match, and he was surely smiling like a champ the whole day. 

there was a chance someone could’ve said or done something hurtful, but aside from those possibilities, there was nothing you could think of as to why he would feel this down, but whatever it was, you were ready to help him. 

you waited patiently for him to compose himself, trying to figure out what had upset him. "i’m sorry, i…" he turned to face you, still hugging you. "don’t worry, i’ll be fine." he wiped his tears.

"you came at the right time, so i’ll be fine," he said, smiling weakly despite his red eyes. resting his chin on your head, he closed his eyes. "just bear with me a bit."

he slowly covers your ears with both of his hands, confusing you, but you allowed him, thinking that this is the best way you can help.

all of a sudden, you feel a kiss on your forehead. that surprised you for sure, but you forgot to react to it when you saw him mutter something with a small smile, and you couldn’t understand due to his hands hindering your sense of hearing.

“what?” you try to ask as he removes his hands on your ears and wraps his arms around you again. “did you say something? i can’t lip read, you know.”

he only chuckles, slowly regaining his composure, “you don’t need to know.” 

figuring that you’ll let it pass, you let him hug you a while longer, knowing it comforted him. eventually, when he released you, his nose was still red and his eyes were slightly swollen.

"thank you for being here, y/n," he smiled, patting your head. "sorry for my sudden actions. i hope you didn’t mind."

you shook your head, not at all bothered. "it’s not like you did anything wrong," you reassured him. "i’m glad i could help."

you didn’t want to ask him about why he cried any further, nor how he ended up here, since if he wanted to talk about it, he would’ve said it already. at some point, oikawa prompted the both of you to get going, walking side by side. “by the way, i didn’t see you after we won. where did you go?”

he looks at you as you answer, “oh! a senior from another school told me he wanted to talk to me earlier - although i just realized i wasn’t able to know what school he was from, since his uniform didn’t give any hints.” 

you continue, “anyway, he started off by mentioning the match. i thought he wanted to be introduced to you, thinking he saw us before the match. but then he asked me out,” your eyebrows furrow.

your answer tugs at oikawa’s heart a bit. “so, you’re going out on a daaate?” he said teasingly, putting up a facade. what a liar i am, he thought to himself.

you immediately react and wave your hands in denial, “no, no! when i knew he was asking me out, i turned him down immediately. besides, i’m interested in someone else.” as you finished the last sentence, you tried to look away from his gaze.

his eyes lit up momentarily. trying to conceal his emotions, he looked away for a second and fixed his expression, “i see.”

“anyway, and then i went here since i got thirsty, then there you were.” you finished explaining.

oikawa felt a whirlwind of emotions following your explanation. relief washed over him knowing nothing happened with the other guy, but the mention of you being interested in someone else gnawed at his mind. who could it be? his heart raced with both hope and anxiety, the idea of you liking someone else creating a knot in his stomach.

determined to spend more time with you, he resolved to uncover the truth about who you were interested in. or not. he actually doesn’t know.

"are you heading home now?" he asked, and you shook your head. "no, i need to stop by school. i have some things to pick up from our club room."

your answer lit up an idea for oikawa. 

part 2

[aceof-stars]

Actually, “Feenie” Makes Perfect Sense as a Backstory for Phoenix (+ 3-1 Initial Thoughts)

I've decided to start a series where I record my thoughts and analysis as I play through the Ace Attorney games for the first time. I'll try to post these as soon as I finish a case so that my thoughts are fresh.

Phoenix Wright/"Feenie"

I've noticed critiques in this fandom that "Feenie" from Turnabout Memories is too different from Phoenix in the trilogy or that the backstory is poorly inserted. But, honestly I disagree. It's easy to treat Phoenix and Feenie as different people because of their different outfits and mannerisms, but I think the characterization is consistent (despite "Feenie" being exaggerated sometimes for comedic effect).

I've seen the fandom portray "Feenie" as a sweet pushover. But if anything, his belief is extremely stubborn and strong-willed. Phoenix believed in true love and fate which was why he accepts that necklace in the first place. He also never relents to Dahlia (or should I say Iris) when she asks for the necklace back.

He’s only able to be used and manipulated by Dahlia because his own goals and beliefs aligned with the facade she presented to him.

Phoenix literally shoves a guy so hard that he fell onto his back because he badmouthed Dahlia. I think one constant of Phoenix's character is that he cares too deeply and is protective over the people he loves.

There's also the part where Phoenix mocks Doug for being British? or wearing the British flag (I didn’t take a screenshot of it). “Feenie” is just as sassy and judgmental as Phoenix is. He might be a lot more naive and immature but he's still Phoenix.

Oh Phoenix... back when you believed in people saving you... before you bottled up your problems and refused to let anyone help you...

To be fair he is the defendant here but still. He doesn't ask for support after Edgeworth disappears, he doesn't ask for help at first when Maya is kidnapped.

I think, unfortunately, this incident with Dahlia is what kickstarted a lot of his trust and abandonment issues. His overwhelmingly strong belief and trust in Dahlia backfired in the worst way possible. It’s not a stretch that this made him too terrified of betrayal to open up to anyone in the trilogy.

So I know this is for comedic effect, but it’s also really good proof that Phoenix heavily idealizes the people he gets super attached to.

(Coughs in Edgeworth and Justice for All)

… I mean he’s not wrong! But he’s also being delusional

This is one of the first things Phoenix says after finding out he was betrayed. He doesn't spend much time acknowledging his feelings of hurt. He just goes into denial.

(COUGHS IN EDGEWORTH AND JUSTICE FOR ALL)

This is just further proof for me that Phoenix’s coping mechanisms are suppression and delusion.

And then Phoenix immediately he moves on to saving Edgeworth! He just shoves all that trauma aside to fixate on saving someone else... to cope by giving himself more control. Phoenix's savior complex stems from abandonment issues.

This trial doesn't give Phoenix the idea to save Edgeworth, it solidifies it.

After being reminded by Mia of his belief that a defense attorney saves people, Phoenix firmly sets himself on this path.

There it is. Phoenix says it himself... he suppressed these memories. That's why he never brought it up in the last two games. I know the real reason is because the creators didn’t plan it, but it also makes sense narratively.

I mean, Phoenix hides the class trial story until Turnabout Goodbyes. This man does not like to talk about his problems or trauma.

Mia Fey

Damn Mia is so brutal. Is this where Phoenix gets his sass from?

Mia is also not how I expected her to be. I mean whenever she gets channeled to help Phoenix out, she's in the role of the wise mentor. But here? She's a nervous wreck, cynical of romance, and full of trust issues.

Speaking of trust issues... I unfortunately did not take a screenshot of this but as soon as Mia finds out Phoenix has lying to her, she reacts very strongly with distrust. She also has to convince herself multiple times to trust in him again. Believing in people or trusting them doesn't seem to come easy to Mia. Which is super interesting because her advice is to always believe in your client. Maybe Mia eventually got used to trusting her clients but... she also never tells Phoenix about her investigation in Redd White. I don't think Mia is as trusting as she presents herself as.

[sharonisthebettercarter]

hugh campbell is literally the tallest member of the boys in the show and it's one a my favorite details<3

they rarely show it off and tend to use camera angles and posture (hughie boi i see you constantly slouching--LOOK AT HIM~<3<3<3 just casually *unintentionally* making butcher appear is *actual size*--) to play up or downplay/switch up height differences, but i kinda love that hughie went from being the second shortest member (comics) of the boys to the literal tallest<3 (butcher was generally in the middle with homie just casually being a head taller than him--, frenchie and mm being the taller guys on the team, love sausage of course being the biggest guy when there~<3<3<3 he still is btw--)

love love LOVE him so fucking much<3<3<3 literally the *only* REAL bear in this damn series (HE STRAIGHT UP BEAR HUGS BILLY IN THE COMIC AHHHHHHHHHHH~<3<3<3!!! we better see moar of him i swears--). mm is a close one, but he's more of a good big papa wolf~<3 butcher's a scraggly dumpster kitten or fuckin' heifer--

i *also* love love LOVE the single inch height increment hughie and billy got goin' on with homie, it's just the cutest most fun thing~<3 it goes--

5'11" (homie<3)

6'0" (billy bean<3<3)

6'1" (not so wee hughie<3<3<3)

6'2" (LOVE SAUSAGE~<3<3<3<3!!)

i see you sandwiched right inbetween those bois there, 'ey billy~<3? ;)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

throw in mm between billy and homie, it's hard to find a solid height on that bitch<3 (and they *def* keep trying to downplay his height and bulk cause holy FUCK, THAT MAN--) but i'm gonna say he's probably around 5'11.5", closer to 6'0" maybe??

lol for the roughest layout i guess, they tend to bill urban a bit taller than he is (you can tell cause they'll bill quaid at the same numbers but he's definitely taller than urban, also i SWEAR everytime this man is in a photo that's not a solo glamor shot he's tryin' out some jank ass angles always always always leaning *in* to the camera to make himself look *bigger* leik honey you are so fuckin' cute-- and they *def* keep trying to make billy look *way* bigger than he actually is, BILLYYYYYYYYYYY--) but boi, i see you too<3<3<3

i guess maybe a little closer, it might go something like...

5'11" (homie)

5'11.75" (mm)

6'0.5" (billy bean)

6'1.5" (hughie)

in which there's .75 increments, and then a full 1 inch leap from billy to hughie. either way, they're def very close and not a single one is 'small' per se (except compared to love sausage--tho i do bet starr is one of those fuckers to downplay his height so other men get insecure LMAO--), but i just love the sequencing<3<3<3

what i *also* love~?

(bad posture homie lol) homie's reaction to hughie posturing at his full height was fucking amazing. IT WAS OH MY GAWD--i can't. he had his little surprised moment and then made a *pleased* "ooh~<3" and then smirked like THIS--

leik hughie... MAH BOI--i know he *tried* so fucking hard but leik. homelander is just so unthreatened by him that he's fucking *amused* and engaged with hughie *trying* to be brave. *he relaxed further*-- he just... he just doesn't give a shit. and it's horrible. but also *beautiful* because at this point, you can tell he's just so bored out of his mind that he even *welcomes* the challenge in some ways. he is LOVING that people feel so attacked by him without him doing much--LEIK.

there are a couple other unhinged and unsettling *positive* reactions he has to people similarly enough, (his descent into madness in real time--not gonna get into it now lest this post become *all* about homie--) but man oh man~<3

little bit less posture difference here, will say it's silly fandom obsesses over/exaggerates single inch height differences (particularly between homie and billy while ignoring/reversing hughie and billy, leik C'MON--let hughie be his height~<3! also we should be obsessing over the perfect~<3 *sequencing*, DUH--) but it's honestly pretty amazing how much of a nonfactor the height is in general.

for homie, it's pretty obvious he doesn't give a shit as he's particularly relaxed and unbothered by people being taller than him (especially hughie--literally amused by people posturing LEIK--by the gods his reaction to hughie challenging him--I CAN'T IT WAS FUCKING--GOOSEBUMPS~<3<3<3), but it just goes to show. motherfucker is just playing with his food--

BONUS~<3

lmao blurry ass pic of baby urban getting *dwarfed* by dwayne "i'm 5'11" and wear lifts" 'the rock' johnson. (also that mofo got so much bigger leik gotdamn i am actually curious how much more he'd *DWARF* urban cause ya look at him now and just. he ate a truck--ya look at the rock next to a guy leik SHAQ and HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT the differences are staggering leik one inch is nothin' baby--) SWEET BABY JEEZUZ--

bonus bonus~<3

another detail i *love*?

the shorter two (and frenchie~<3<3<3!) have the bigger/longer noses and... *likely* the biggest cocks--

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[cursedvida]

SAD EYES, BROKEN SMILE p.II (Buggy x f!Reader)

HERE PART 1 // HERE PART III

Warnings: violence, swearing a lot, reader being a little tsunedere. Little age gap between the reader and Buggy, she's like 25/26.

A/N: i didn't plane this for having more than one chapter but here we go... Again sorry for the typos, English isn't my first language. I hope you enjoy this :D

You don't know much about seduction. In fact, you don't know anything. Throughout your life you've had very little interest in love affairs. You had a pretty rough teenage years, so you were too busy surviving to think about boys. Therefore, the whole thing with Buggy is something totally new to you. Not being in control of the situation gets on your nerves. It's irritating, nauseating. To think that right now you could have collected a nice reward and you could be quietly enjoying your money, but instead you're in that crew thinking about a clown all day is something your pride can't take. You often wonder how you could have stooped so low, but as soon as that red-nosed idiot pops into your head there is only room for daydreaming. 

Now your goal is no longer to kidnap him and hand him over to people who will probably kill him, but to try to make him notice you. But really you, as a possible love interest, and that's much harder than your first mission. It's like ten billion times more complicated. Killing people is a lot easier than attracting them. 

You were trained to kill people, so you're not a person who knows very well how to relate to others. Social skills aren't your strong suit and being nice for more than fifteen minutes isn't either. You've at least tried to be friendly with the rest of the crew, but by continuing to pretend you're a wimp you haven't had much chance to blend in either. 

Today the whole crew went to the nearest tavern for a drink. Buggy claims to have landed a deal that will bring in a lot of money, so he's in a good mood. At first the tavern keeper didn't seem too happy to welcome a gang of pirates to his place, but Buggy can be quite persuasive when he wants to be. 

Now they're all drunk. Buggy is the center of attention, as usual. He boasts of his great wit and everyone around him cheers him on. The alcohol causes all emotions to intensify. You watch him from the bar, this time you're drinking because it's the only way you don't feel ridiculous about being hopelessly attracted to that idiot. 

You have conflicting feelings all the time. You like him, but you think he's a dumbass. You're attracted to him, but at the same time you think he does terribly ridiculous things. You have no idea how to handle all those emotions, but you're also unable to take your eyes off him or ask yourself absurd questions, like how experienced he should be, or how he should look without makeup. You also often think about whether he'll like younger girls, because he's got more than a decade on you and you might not be his type. In fact, what his type is also comes to your mind all too often. 

Fuck, you're a mess. 

You order another mug of beer, turning away from staring at Buggy with an intensity that could break solid concrete. You've always had a good tolerance for alcohol so you're not drunk, just dizzy enough to make it all the same to you. The perfect state. 

"What's a girl like you doing surrounded by this bunch of weirdos?"

Suddenly you see a guy next to you, he doesn't belong to the crew. He's a big man, looking menacing. He must be one of the few people who have decided to stay in the bar despite the pirates. You decide to deliberately ignore him. 

"Hey gorgeous, I'm talking to you.”

You take another swig of beer, completely evading. You decide to turn around again, now Buggy is doing some sort of demonstration. He has detached his hand from the rest of his arm and swings his clenched fist at full speed. You don't know what he's talking about, but he sure has exaggerated the whole thing. You smile to yourself. 

"Who the fuck is that fucking clown?" asks the heavy one, still standing next to you. 

You don't even deign to look at him. 

"Shut the fuck up" You tell him in the coldest voice you can. 

"Don't tell me you're going with him and his whole gang of freaks" The guy lets out a huge laugh "Honey, a beauty like you is wasted among all those creeps."

"And the oxygen you use is also a waste considering it could be useful to someone who isn't useless to society."

"But what the fuck is wrong with you, does it bother you that much that I pick on that loser?"

"I told you before to shut the fuck up" You repeat calmly and without raising your voice. 

"Uh, you scare me" he laughs "almost as much as your big nosed captain". 

"All right, you asked for it”

The guy can't even react, as soon as he wants to realize you've already stuck an ashtray in his mouth, wedging it in such a way that he can barely breathe. And, before the others can even realize what's happening, you grab one of the stools and hit him so hard in the stomach that the guy goes flying towards the other end of the bar, hitting the wall with such force that the ashtray comes out of his mouth. 

You calmly return to your seat, taking another sip of beer as if nothing had happened. But it's at that moment that you come back to reality to realize that Buggy is no longer the center of attention, but you, and that everyone is staring at you in disbelief, including your captain. 

Fucking shit, for fuck's sake. 

Now you've really fucked up. You're supposed to be a rookie with barely any physical skills, not a killing machine. Let's see how you get out of this now, though at least Buggy is paying attention to you. God, you have to be a moron to think something like that at a time like that, you're totally losing your mind. 

"What the hell was that?" Buggy ask to you.

You just answer simply, as if everything that just happened was not with you.

"He was bothering me"

Buggy approaches you, something that makes you nervous. Not because he might be angry, but to have him around. You almost killed a guy just two minutes ago but having the man you're obsessed with looking at you makes your legs tremble.

“You broke all his teeth, Y/N.”

You look at the man across the bar. It's true, you've left his mouth in a mess, all his clothes are stained by the blood that falls on him. But hey, he asked for it, you warned him.

"Why hadn't you said you knew how to fight like that?" He insists, and you don't know if right now he's thinking of killing you, kicking you out of the crew, or both. 

You can't tell him that you were hired to hunt him down and that you've abandoned that task because you have a huge crush on him. Especially the crush part, you would never admit that, so you must think of a good excuse as soon as possible. 

"My parents trained me" and that's not a lie "but they always said to only use my skills if necessary" that's a lie, and a big one at that. 

Buggy looks you up and down, which makes your stomach tingle. You are so close to him that you can almost feel his breath on your skin. So close that it would be very easy to get a couple of centimeters closer and see what red lips taste like. You wonder what his skin must feel like against yours, or how your hands must feel tangled in his hair. You look like the narrator of a romance novel, it's pitiful but you can't help it. 

"You've been swabbing the deck since you came in, how did it not occur to you to say you could be of more use to us?”

"I'm sorry, captain."

Buggy lets out a sigh, there is something paternalistic in his attitude, that condescension that is so typical of him. That makes you relax, he believed everything. Probably because he's drunk, but you don't care about that now.

Buggy puts his hands on your shoulders, making you jump. It's the most contact you've had since you've known him and it's not even real contact because he's wearing the fucking gloves.

"Y/N, look at me" And you obey, although the fact of having him so close to you, being able to smell his alcohol breath mixed with that smell of gunpowder that characterizes him makes you a little dazed. You feel more and more like kissing him. "You can't keep such important information to yourself. But don't worry, I'm going to look for a better position for you. With how good you are at fighting, we're going to do great things together, huh."

You nod without further ado. It's a shitty proposition, he's just telling you that he'll use you as a weapon, like he uses the strongest members of his crew. But you don't care, because Buggy is touching you and because from now on you will be able to talk to him a lot more.

Maybe you should go talk to that guy from earlier and thank him.

Oh, god. Yeah, you're definitely going from bad to worse.

[fabuloustrash05]

Some of My TMNT Hot Takes (PART 2) 🔥

Warning: More Opinions

Part 1 Here

I don’t like that in Mutant Mayhem Donnie is not a “science guy” but instead is more of an anime and pop culture geek. I’m not against him being an anime fan (I love anime too) but I wish we saw more of his science and being a tech genius side instead of him just liking stereotypical “nerdy stuff”. If that makes sense.

I don’t like the Punk Frogs (any version).

The 87 crossover episodes in the 2012 series (as much as I did enjoy them & are great episodes) should not have happened. They leave no real impact or development to 2012’s overarching story and just waste time. These episodes could’ve covered more important things that 202 was desperately lacking like like character exploration and character dynamic development. It was just nostalgic fanservice. The arc in S5 specifically would’ve work better as a movie instead of a 3-4 episode arc in the (most likely non canon) final season.

Shinigami being Mikey’s second love interests ruins her character a bit (for me personally). That was a pointless decision that did NOT need to happen. She would’ve been our first recurring female character to not be a love interest, but nope!

People are allowed to like/ship Donnie x April in ROTTMNT (this is coming from someone who’s not crazy about April being shipped with the Turtles).

I ship Yuichi with 2012 Leo more than Rise Leo (still ship Rise Leoichi, but I just think 2012 Leoichi is way more interesting, plus 2012 Leo deserves a good love interest).

The humans in Mutant Mayhem look ugly af (I know that was probably an intentional design choice but still. It looks bad.)

I hate Raph x Casey (any ver). I’ve stated in part one that I don’t like Raph (any version) being in a romantic relationship with human characters and yes, that meant him with Casey. Not only that but Raph and Casey being a couple ruins their whole dynamic and iconic friendship I love so much. I’m all for friends to lovers but they are a line that should not be crossed. Not every friendship needs to turn romantic.

2012 Karai’s hair looks bad.

Fans often over exaggerate Rise Donnie’s character and badly mischaracterize him in fanfics and fan comics to the point it makes him feel like he’s an entirely different character.

Shinigami should have been revealed to be a villain.

Rise Donnie was just as mean to his brother as fans claim 2012 Raph was to his. Yes, they both do love their families and I’m NOT saying either of them are abus!ce (they’re not), but fans praising Rise Donnie for doing similar things fans criticize/hate 2012 Raph for doing just makes them hypocrites.

Venus does NOT need to be in every iteration of TMNT. It gets kind of annoying when fans keep on saying that she should be in all the other iterations when in truth her presence would not make sense based on the already established canon story. The only (recent) version of TMNT where I think her being included would’ve fit the best and deserved to make her comeback in is ROTTMNT.

The side plot of 2012 Karai being mutated and later getting brainwashed by Shredder was a waste of time and the most boring arc in the series.

2012 April, Donnie and Casey being in a poly relationship does not fix anything with their problematic dynamic and massive flaws with one another. I'm not saying you can't ship all three of them together, you do you! Idc But in reality their relationship would be a train wreck, that's why I personally don't ship 2012 Capriltello.

Renet is probably one of the most powerful allies the Turtles have in the 2012 series.

Rise Donnie would NOT hate 2012 April. He’d go crazy over her psychic powers and want to study them to help her explore them more.

From what I've seen so far, Leo x Usagi seems like the only GOOD ship in the 2003 series (this hot take might change tho).

Raph had the best character arc and development in the 2012 series and changed the most out of the four brothers. Next would be Leo. With Mikey and Donnie have little development (or none at all sadly).

[sapphicantics]

She’ll Live

Pairing: Gretchen Wieners x fem!reader

Summary: A game of truth or dare reveals that Gretchen’s feelings might not be as unrequited as she thought.

Contents: insecure!Gretchen, jealous!Gretchen, talks of not being good enough, starts off kind of angsty but gets fluffy by the end, one (1) use of y/n

Word count: 1.1K

Note: Never struggled so hard to write a kiss scene like I did here. I’m not really proud of how this ended, it’s kinda rushed but it is what it is.

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Gretchen Weiners is having an existential crisis.

Okay, so that’s an over-exaggeration, but she is freaking out.

Why?

Because Regina’s talked a group of them into a game of truth or dare. Which isn’t actually a problem because Gretchen loves truth or dare, it’s the perfect opportunity for her to get dirt on her classmates, the problem is who is playing the game.

There’s her, Regina, and Karen, obviously, a bunch of jocks from various different sports teams, some random people she doesn’t know or care about from other schools that got invited.

Oh, and her crush is playing too.

You’re sat across from her, nursing a drink while whispering and giggling with Regina next to you. The two of you are very close, too close for Gretchen’s comfort actually, and the fact that you’ve already been dared to take your shirt off so you’re sitting in just your bra and bottoms showing off so much skin Gretchen can’t help thinking about how soft it’d feel under her fingers and under her lips, thinking about how your skin would taste on her tongue and how many licks it would take to have you shuddering underneath of her begging her to go lower and lower until her face is pressed against your pussy-

A loud laugh pulls Gretchen from her head and her breath catches in her throat at her thoughts, ridiculously wondering if someone can read her mind and knows the dirty things swirling in there about you.

It’s a ridiculous thing to think as that’s obviously not possible, but the alcohol is getting to her and making her think crazy things that would never happen — like her having a chance with you.

It’s wishful thinking, but you’re clearly attracted to Regina, and how could she ever stand a chance against her?

She couldn’t even stand a chance against Taylor Wadell for Jason so she knows she doesn’t have a chance against Regina for you.

It’s fine, though, she’ll live.

“Alright, y/n, truth or dare?”

Gretchen watches as you smirk, gesturing up and down your body. “Dare, obviously.”

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.”

“Trying to see some live girl on girl action are you, Shane? That’s disgusting.” You down the rest of your drink before shrugging, shaking your head in amusement. “Very well.”

Gretchens’ heart crumbles knowing she’ll have to sit and watch you kiss Regina and act like it doesn’t bother her when it really does. It always bothers her, no one she likes ever gives her a chance, no one she likes ever likes her.

She knows that’s not something that can be helped, not something she can control. She knows she can’t make you like her like that, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt her to want you and know she’ll never have you.

It’s fine, though, she’ll live.

She’ll move on, eventually. Maybe her heart will latch on to another person who wants someone else instead of her, maybe she’ll finally find someone who does want her, maybe she’ll be stuck harboring a crush on you for the rest of her life like she’s been doing since the sixth grade.

But it’s fine, though, she’ll live.

A shadow falls over her and then you’re on your knees in front of her, eyes shining brightly as you stare at her. “Hi, Gretchen. Can I kiss you?”

Her cheeks flush and she’s glad this is her fourth drink because she can blame the redness in them on the alcohol coursing through her system and not the fact that your question is everything she’s ever wanted to hear from you.

“W-what?” She stutters.

“I have to kiss the prettiest girl in the room,” you explain to her, head tilting ever so slightly as your lips curl into a half smile. “So is it okay if I kiss you?”

This can’t be real.

She’s dreaming. She has to be.

Gretchen can’t help it, her eyes shoot over to Regina expecting to see the blonde glaring at her, subtly daring her to try if she wants to, but instead she sees Regina smiling at her.

“Gretch?”

Her eyes turn back to yours and immediately drop to your lips. She stares at them, wondering if they’re as soft as they look before she swallows and nods her head in agreement. “That’s fine,” she says, and she prays you can’t hear the way her voice rises in pitch over the music.

You lean in and brush your lips teasingly against hers and Gretchen can’t help the soft sigh that escapes at the contact. You cradle her face in your hands, stroking your thumb softly along her cheek and pull her face closer to yours, this time fully connecting your lips in a proper kiss and, holy shit, it’s like fireworks going off.

Gretchen’s lips are so, so, soft against yours, softer than you ever imagined, and they taste sweet like cherries which admittedly you don’t like the taste of, but on Gretchen’s lips the taste is amazing.

You have no idea similar thoughts are going through Gretchen’s head.

You break the kiss for but a moment, taking a breath of air before diving back in and swiping your tongue along her lips in a request for entrance which she obliges eagerly, a shiver rushing down her spine as your tongues battle for dominance.

“Hey, we’re still in the middle of a game, you know.”

Gretchen breaks apart from you this time, her chest heaving as she processes the prior moments.

You got dared to kiss the prettiest girl in the room and you kissed her over anyone else.

You think she’s the prettiest girl in the room.

The knowledge makes her heart flutter and she can’t stop the smile that rises to her face.

“Alright, Gretchen,” you call, voice raspy from lack of oxygen and Gretchen flutters her eyes open to see you still in front of her, a blissed out smile on your face. “Truth or dare?”

Gretchen wants to kiss you again. She can say dare and you can give her the same one then she can feel your lips against hers once more. She licks her lips at the thought; she really wants to, but even drunk she doesn’t have that type of confidence.

So like a coward, she takes the easy way out. “Truth.”

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?”

Her brain short circuits and her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red. “I… I’d love to.”

Gretchen doesn’t remember much after that, but when she wakes the next morning in Regina’s parents spare bedroom with her head on your chest and your arms wrapped around her waist, the sunlight peeking through the blinds casting an ethereal glow on your skin, she knows that when she says it this time, it’s true.

She’ll live.

And she’ll live in happiness with you.