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raainberry · 5 months

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Studious Confession

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Yunjin x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - you and your friend yunjin get sidetracked while speed running revisions for finals

wordcount - 1.8K

A/N - save me scholar yunjin, save me…

Absolute academic weapons.

That’s what you and Yunjin aimed to be when you scheduled a study session at your campus library. Exam season was breathing down your necks, and you ignored it for as long as you could, taking each other on the most impromptu hang-outs instead.

Convenience store runs that lead to mukbangs, walks around campus that somehow turned into treetop adventures, late night drives after a long day of classes you spent screaming to whatever she played on the aux… Risking your education (and probably your future) had never been so fun, but all good things must come to an end.

As the end of your junior year approached you were the first one to bring up studying, suggesting you should probably pump the breaks on the distractions. She only called you a nerd, but gave in when you proposed to study together.

The time itself wouldn’t be fun at all, but at least she’d spend it with you. “A win is a win.”, she’d said over the phone, and it only took a few more days to actually motivate yourselves. Reserving a study room was a step in the right direction, but what happened in there would only make you take two steps back.

“That doesn’t even look like me.” You said after she revealed her doodle in the corner of your notebook.

She spent the last five minutes trying to sketch your features out on the bit of blank paper left on your notes instead of focusing on her own.

“Yes it does, look!” She gestured at the messy drawing. “That’s your eyes and your mouth.”

“I am looking, I’m just not seeing.”

It actually did look like you, Yunjin was too talented for it not to. You were just looking at it upside down as you sat across the table from her.

“Well look harder!”

“I don’t want to, stop distracting me!” You whined, switching your pen for a highlighter.

“You’re so mean! Give me my airpod back.” She whined back, actually catching your attention this time.

“What?”

“I don’t want to share my music with you anymore. I need to listen to sad music alone because you’re so mean to me.” She argued, her hand out waiting for the airpod in your ear.

“Are you serious?” You asked, and she only stared at you, retreating her hand only to fold her arms over her chest. “If I say it does look like me, can I keep it?”

“You can keep the drawing, yeah.” She scoffed and you sighed.

You were unsure whether she was serious or not, so you decided to try something that could only have a positive outcome.

“Coffee break?” You proposed, and just like that, her smile was back.

Relief washed over you when her hand found yours, dragging you down to the nearest vending machine. The latter was familiar, it has seen your faces more times than the study rooms as you sometimes only came by to get a coffee from the machine right next to it.

That’s where you met Yunjin, on one of the rare nights she dedicated to her due projects. You’d offered her one of those cheap paper cups, a hole in your student wallet but nothing compared to the world she invited you in afterwards.

Her own little world, the person she was within it, the things she saw and built… It was all so beautiful. You’d get her a thousand of them if it meant learning one new thing every time.

Sometimes you brought her here in hopes for it, and it never failed. The same thing would happen: you’d get her a coffee, she would fight you, try to pay for yours, and you’d ask her about something you’d noticed about her to change the subject. Small details you’d noticed; a pretty necklace, some new earrings, a new hairstyle or the way her makeup looked. Sometimes her mood stood out to you, had you curious. She’d soon forget about her self-imposed debt, getting caught up in the excitment of whatever had caught your attention that day.

“I like your glasses today. How many pairs do you have?” You asked after she sighed out your name. “This is like the fifth pair I’ve seen you wear.”

“Thank you. I have a few. Even more back home.” She said, making you raise an eyebrow.

Her answer was shorter than usual. No spilling over to another subject that your question reminded her of. No squealing about where she got them from, holding your arm as she practically begged for you to come check the small store out with her next time.

Her hands stayed put in her pockets, below the sweater you’d asked about a few weeks ago. It looked comfortable and cozy, and she seemed to grow fond of it based on the way she pulled her hands into the sleeves so often.

“Do they even help you see?” You asked, joking around in an attempt to pull a little more out of her.

“Only two of them do. These aren’t one of them, though.” She giggled to herself, and you could only shake your head at her absurdity.

“Do you even want to pass?” You chuckled as the machine made all kinds of mechanical noises, signaling that the coffee was ready.

She rolled her eyes, getting her hands out of her pockets to grab the cup from yours. The heat emanating from it was the last thing she needed on this fair weather day, but the taste of that coffee was just too good to pass on.

The taste wasn’t the only thing that pushed her to accept each and every one of the cups you offered her. She didn’t even pay attention to it at first, but as time went on, she started looking forward to it. Sometimes to the point of craving it.

Caffeine was dangerous, sure, but she’d come to realise it wasn’t what she had become addicted to.

“How long are you going to keep this up?”

She broke the small silence that had taken its place between the two of you. One of your favorite songs was playing at a faint volume from the airpods you were still sharing, filling in for the lack of words. Your mind had drifted off, long gone and barely listening to your favorite melody as thoughts of her occupied the back of it.

The sound of her voice brought you back, all conscious and hiding how crazy you felt thinking about someone standing right next to you.

A curious hum resonated from your chest, and your eyes met her questioning ones.

“The coffee. When are you gonna let me pay you back?” She asked, and you smiled.

“You don’t need to.”

“But I want to. You spent like a hundred dollars since the beginning of the year.” She frowned.

“That’s a bit excessive. I’d say 30 dollars at the most. It’s really cheap coffee.” You pointed out.

It took everything in her not to call you a smartass. It seemed like a terrible way to confess her feelings. Especially when what she felt, the light she saw you in painted you as far more than a smartass. The opposite, or maybe a more positive and kind alternative.

“You really don’t want me to pay you back?” She insisted, and you shook your head, amused.

This wasn’t the first time she was asking, and you didn’t expect it to be the last, but your answer would remain the same.

You didn’t want her money.

“You could at least admit you want something in return.”

Her words wiped the delectation right off your face. The lighthearted atmosphere suddenly vanished, replaced by a heavy and uncomfortable one.

You had trouble finding the right way to breathe, scared it would shift the conversation into a much too unpredictable path.

“Wh—what?” You stuttered, furrowing your eyebrows in the most natural way you could.

Yunjin wasn’t having it, although in a simpler moment she would have laughed at your poor attempt.

“Come on, Y/n.” She probed. “No one gives out that many compliments out of pure kindness only.”

“There probably are a few people—” You started, but the way she stared at you kept you from rambling further.

There was no escaping it, she obviously knew what was going on. In theory, you couldn’t be surprised as you hoped for your actions to be obvious, or at the least for her to notice them.

Now that she did, you weren’t sure what to do. Hell, you didn’t even know where or how to stand anymore, you hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“Well—I mean, I kind of have been doing this to get to know you a little more.” You mumbled.

One of her eyebrows furrowed, and you sighed. This wasn’t exactly ideal for the embarrassment you felt.

“We’ve been friends for months, is it so difficult to do that? Am I that hard to read?” She wondered, amused.

“I don’t know, it feels easier this way… For me at least.” You looked down, eyes sweeping the floor as you did your best to avoid her gaze.

Embarrassed was only the start to describing how this whole thing made you feel. Everything you did, everything you told and asked her in order to find out more, as sincere and truthful it all was… It all seemed so silly. Collecting all those bits of her personnality, of her mind; piecing them all together in sercret and falling behind closed doors…

What was the point of putting yourself through so much if it would all come to light anyway?

Would it even be worth it?

“Right. Well…” She trailed off, and your eyes were pulled by the sudden movement of her hand between the two of you.

You watched as it hesitantly approached yours, waiting to see if it would welcome it only for you to wrap your fingers around her palm in a heartbeat— that was to say it happened fast as your heart had picked up the pace for a while now.

Yunjin kept her smile to herself, hiding her appreciation behind treacherous eyes that she focused on your joined hands. The spark she held in her gaze whenever she looked at you was hard to erase—she couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it.

“Let your wallet rest a bit.” She joked, finally looking up at you. “Whatever you want to know, next time you can just ask.”

“Do you like me?”

“Oh.” Her eyebrows raised in surprise as you shared a laugh over the sudden, bold question.

It wasn’t exactly unlike you, but judging on the past couple minutes, neither of you really expected it.

“I do like you.” She admitted, a shy smile letting you know she wasn’t as cool about it as she tried to be before adding. “When you’re not nagging me about finals.”

“If this is one of your ways to get out of studying I’m gonna be so mad.” You half-joked.

It would be a pretty insane thing to pull, but you wouldn’t put it past her. She loved to avoid schoolwork, no matter the excuse.

“If it was I wouldn’t ask you to get back to it.”

“You haven’t.”

“I am now.” She smiled, tugging on your hand the same way she had to bring you here.

You could only follow as she jogged back to your study room. Whether her excitment came from studying or the progression of your relationship, you had a small idea. It put a smile on your face that you wouldn’t be able to get rid of for as long as she was the one holding your hand.

And wherever she’d lead you, you’d follow.

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shygirl4991 · 4 months

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Summary: SMG3 was told by eggman to kill SMG4 his ex rival, deep down he knew he couldn't bring himself to harm someone he grew close to so he comes up with a plan to trick eggman. Except SMG4 wasn’t a part of the plan, the man on the floor crying not only over his dead meme but at the fact his friend and crush was about to kill him. Will SMG3 be able to live through his fight with Eggman and finally admit his true feelings, he better cause there's no way a great villain like him will lose!

Tags: Fluff and Angst, Attempted murder, love confessions, first kiss, enemies to friends to lovers

SMG3 chuckles to himself dealing with Depresso was nothing, who knew this man was so weak to rats. As he walks outside his old friend Eggman follows, he is sure to be bowing down to the proof that Three hasn't lost his touch when it comes to evil. Eggman smiles, placing a hand on his shoulder “Congrats, SMG3! There’s only one final test before you can be called a true villain again.” Three smirks, this will be easy who said you couldn't be evil and still have your hero friends by your side.

“You must kill your arch nemesis!” He shows his phone revealing footage of his Eggdog cam. How did eggman know about the camera in Four’s room? How long has he been watching the man, he made a mistake putting that camera in his room. He only did it to make sure that nothing would happen to four, now look at what he did. He felt a chill go down his back as it now hit him, Eggman wants him to kill his ex rival. The meme guardian in charge of living memes, his friend. He looks down in shock as Eggman pats his back laughing “Can't wait to see it friend!”

Three was at his new home, sitting on his bomb chair staring at the gun in his hand. He can feel himself shaking at the thought of aiming it at SMG4, so many years of trying to kill the man and he did it all without any emotion besides anger. Things have changed so much, he remembers when he was about to die when he dropped the character he played as for so many years to finally tell SMG4 that they were friends. The day they did the heist to get his notebook back, how relaxed the two were drinking coffee when he was hit with a drawing idea and doodled the two together with coffee. Then the memory of the day everything changed for him, when him and Four held hands learning about their power and about zero.

He points the gun at the picture of SMG4 shaking and fires, the moment he pulls the trigger he focuses on his old anger bringing his old character out. “Finally I have a reason to kill that bozo!” He focuses on the pain he felt on Christmas when SMG4 brought up old memories. He screams as he shoots down the photo of SMG4 letting out all the anger on it, he can do this he can kill that idiot. Eggdog jumps surprised at what his father did during his private bath time, barking at his meme parent annoyed as he watches the man open a chest. “Ooooo i wonder how i should kill him! Dismemberment?” he then takes out gamer bath water out of the chest “Maybe waterboarding?”

Seeing his father bringing out his old persona makes him start barking furiously at him, SMG3 freezes hearing his son's words before glaring at him “What do you mean? I don't care about SMG4, he sucks!” his mind yelled at him calling him a liar as he crossed his arms “I’ve had no character development with him.” He can't let it fall if he loses character then those feelings come back, he won't be able to impress his old friends. Eggdog had it with his father as he yelled back at him reminding him of all the nights he would gush about SMG4 to him, how he has become happier since the two became friends. It was becoming overwhelming for him as he covered his ears “La la la i can't hear you!

As he leaves his home he stares at the castle, he feels his hand shaking again “Damn it..Eggdog is right what am i doing, why am i trying to impress people from my past?” He remembers how insane SMG4 went trying to make the perfect video to please all his viewers. Three clenches his fist “Right…RIGHT! I can't impress everyone. The person I should be impressing is myself, and I find myself impressive enough!”

He needed a plan, so he walked up to the castle with gun in hand as Eggman walked up next to him “Are you ready?” Three smirks “Oh yeah, this is gonna be easy!” He was always a fast thinker he knew the moment he stepped into that castle Eggman was done for. SMG4 was humming happily as he finally learned how to hand craft memes thanks to the help of Three. SMG3 opens the door to the kitchen looking around to figure out a way out of this mess, SMG4 turns excitedly “Oh hey three!” he twitches at the nickname. He wasn't sure when the man shortened his name but everytime he hears it his heart flutters.

“I was just inventing a new meme. I call him, tomato soop and his catchphrase is gonna be BLERHG.” SMG3 stares at the meme as Four was showing it off, the idiot has so much trust in him he wouldn’t see his death coming. His stomach twisted at the thought, then he blinked at the meme. A tomato that when squish color could be mistaken for blood, SMG4 finishes explaining the meme smirking at him hoping his new meme was impressing his crush “Pretty memey right?”

Three walks forward, his eyes dark as he goes over his plan in his head, on one hand a voice was telling him to do it. SMG4 hasn't done anything for him so why let him live? But that wasn't him that was the old him that he made to protect himself in a world that saw him as evil. SMG4 eyes drop down noticing the gun “Oh a glock!” he starts to get nervous “Whatcha…gonna do with that…” once SMG3 got close enough he decided what he had to do “Oh…something i should have done long ago.” He points the gun at SMG4 causing panic in the man, this couldn't be happening this isn't the SMG3 he knows why would he point a gun at him “THREE WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

Three’s eyes flicker to the newly made meme, he had to do it to protect him, his gaze softened as he looked back at Four “I’m sorry… I have to do this.” SMG4 shakes unsure what was going on then the gun moved slightly to his left and fired, Four blinks and slowly turns to see Three had shot his newly made meme getting tomato juice all over the window. Eggman lets out an evil smile seeing the red splatter on the window, he walks into the castle laughing “Ho hoo good job. I guess I underestimated your evil intentions 3. I’m glad my old evil buddy is still-” he freezes seeing a tomato with a gunshot wound “Hey what the fuck?”

SMG3 smirks as he charges at Eggman jumping up and kicking him in the face, while he may not be as fast and flexible as his partner he still had his talents in his strength. “Sike Mother fucker!” SMG4 runs to his meme with his eyes starting to water “My tomato soup meme!” SMG3 places his hands on his hips, annoyed at his other half “DUDE! Dont ruin my epic twist! I was actually considering killing you! Like usual…” he added the last bit to make sure he wasn't showing his true emotions.

Hearing that line made Four forget about his meme as he looked at SMG3 heartbroken “You were actually going to kill me?!” that can be true could it? He felt his tears escape knowing that he would have been dead if SMG3 didn't change his mind at the last minute, what did it mean was everything they went through all for nothing? He starts crying loudly causing SMG3 to smack him, Four was startled from the hit looking at the man who was glaring at the spot Eggman was at.

Eggman gets up “I KNEW YOU DIDN'T HAVE IT IN YOU!”

SMG3 rolls his eyes “Nah i think murder isn't very evil villainy, you people should know all villains have a code. Plus PAIN AND SUFFERING IS MORE MY STYLE!” Eggman looks down at Three who had a huge shit eating grin “Pathetic,” he now knows that SMG3 was a lost cause. But he still had some hope that something would knock common sense back to Three “All villains murder!” he takes out a rocket launcher “Allow me to demonstrate!” He points the rocket to SMG3. The man only smiles at Eggman; he spent his whole life with weapons pointed at him and eldritch gods trying to kill him, an egg-shaped villain doesn't scare him.

That was until the weapon moved targets, his eyes going wide as he watched Eggman point the rocket at SMG4. He growls at Eggman as he dashes at the man moving the rocket to not hit Four, the rocket flies out hitting the roof of the castle, an old man in a bathtub falls down confusing the pair for a moment. Seeing Eggman distracted he turns and punches the man, picking up the man on the floor he smirks ready to give the man a beating for even thinking about killing SMG4.

“I DON'T NEED TO PROVE SHIT!” he was done with the world making him a villain, he won't let anyone change him again. Eggman, finally understanding his old friend is gone, decides to teach Three a lesson, calling his ride down squishing Three he launches them up in the air “Enjoy your last breath!”

The higher they went the more he was struggling to breath, his vision was getting blurring as he took deep breaths. An idea hits him as he turns trying to keep his breathing steady from the height “Why don't you go and steal the moon or something.” He starts to take apart the vehicle. SMG4 walks outside with his injured meme looking up at the sky confused, scared and nervous about what was going on. SMG3 looks down then back at what he was doing as he removes the last part causing the vehicle to malfunction. SMG3 takes one last deep breath, he was a meme guardian he will trust his power that falling from this height won't kill him. He winks at eggman before letting go and falling off, SMG4 drops his meme running around in a panic trying to guess where the man was going to land.

He dives, catching SMG3 quickly and lifts up the man checking if he is okay. SMG3 coughs trying to bring oxygen to his lungs “SMG4?” he turns and looks at the man's face “Yeah it's me, i don't know what the hell is going on but..i'm so glad you're okay..you are okay right?” Three coughs feeling his lungs burn, the world still looked blurry for him as Four did his best to make sure the man was comfy by laying him on his lap.

SMG4 starts to cry again feeling so many conflicting emotions he felt he was going to just blow from all of it, he holds Three’s hand shaking slightly “Even after everything…were you really going to kill me…do you still hate me?” Hearing the pain and sadness in Fours voice broke SMG3's character, maybe for once he can let himself show to stop his idiot from crying. Weakly he reaches for SMG4 face “No you idiot, sure it was tempting since on christmas you made a shitty comment without thinking but i could never kill you…you mean too much to me.” Four’s eyes go wide as he wipes his tears, Three coughs annoyed by the pain he feels “HEY STAY WITH ME uh er maybe i have a first aid kit for this wait for me!” He gently put Three on the floor and was going to run inside only to be stopped.

He turned to see Three grabbing his hand “Hey..Four..thank you for being my friend.” SMG4 heart flutters finally hearing Three call him by his nickname “Hey now you're not going anywhere,” he wiggles free to sprint inside getting the first aid kit. After taking care of Three they both sit together outside looking at the sky, Three was starting to feel better as he leaned on Four “I know today must have been a shit show for you, so in short I had old friends try to change me but you know what SMG4?” the man hums as he waters his meme helping it feel better.

Suddenly Three turned his face getting close, Four blushed unsure what was happening “I realized i don't need to prove to anyone how evil i am. I don't need to prove anything because I'm happy just the way I am.” SMG4 smiles softly at him leaning into his touch “heh well i'm happy your you to three, you had me scared you know i really thought i did something wrong or…you lied about being friends again.”

SMG3 frowns at the memory, he did a lot of bad in the past to think he was here at this moment with someone he used to want dead. Now the thought of anything happening to Four made him sick, it made him angry. It then clicked to him all those confusing feelings he had these past months, he was falling for his rival after everything they went through he grew to love the man in front of him. He would kill for this man, he would die for him. Four was giving a confused look to Three wondering why he was still caressing his face only for his eyes to go wide as Three leaned forward kissing him.

SMG4 felt as though his body was being electrocuted from the sparks he was feeling from the kiss, dropping the watering can he turns his body and wraps his arms around Three’s neck kissing him back. Eggman’s plan was to bring SMG3 back to the dark side but all he did was show Three just how amazing the light was, he won't ever let this go no one will ever lay a hand on his SMG4 as long as he lives.

It was the next day and SMG3 smirks as he traumatizes Steve by telling him his sandwich was made of chicken, he does his evil laugh not noticing his boyfriend was rolling his eyes “I see some things never change huh?” Four pats Three’s back only to get a smirk from the other man “Hey now scrub you say this but you wouldn't have me any other way!”

Four chuckles and nods “I wouldn't want you any other way three, now uh could i get my coffee i have been waiting here for an hour.”

“Nope, just cause you're dating me doesn't mean you can skip the line now go sit and wait or i'm going to make you wait even more!” Four signs before letting out a smirk he quickly kisses Three’s cheek making the man's face go red “WHAT THE!? THATS IT NOW YOUR NOT GETTING SHIT YOU…YOU…baka.” he lets out a soft smile before going back to work red in the face.

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thestrawberrygirly · 3 months

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romanticize your life🍓🍰

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𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒖𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂. 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒖𝒑𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆. 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏.

~ let's learn about how to enjoy the little moments of your life in few major points ~

🌷art of living a slow life🌷

learn to do nothing at times in your daily routine without getting bored. do not touch your phone or any electronics you own, just try to feel that moment of life by silently sitting under the nature listening to the little insects talking to eachother or quiet wind trying to communicate with you. ground yourself feeling the mother earth loving you. sitting under a tree helps you get positive energies flowing in your body, hugging a tree also cleanses from all the negativity you might have carried from other bodies and it converts into positive ones.

rest your body giving yourself some time to recharge yourself. hustling isn't always a solution of chaotic life, give yourself some time for selfcare and embracing the simplicity of slow pace life. show gratitude towards what you already have in the present moment and love your life.

🌷journaling is important🌷

owning any journal can actually change your entire life. build a habit of writing about your day and your feelings in your daily journal, it not only improves your precious mental health but also keeps you away from mindless scrolling in your phone.

if your mind goes blank by the time you pick up your pen like

"what should i write in my journal?!"

then i got you girl!!

don't stress your mind thinking of writing perfect story of your life, do not think about mainting any aesthetic of your journal. simply just start writing about your day, write about the tiny parts of your day which made you feel good, may it be the group birds flying towards the west or clouds trying to chase you. if you feel like to not write anything at that moment then just doodle whatever your mind imagines. i'm sure your mental health gonna be healthier and your life will be improved. you will literally start loving your life and yourself.

🌷 flower selfcare 🌷

treat yourself like a fragile little flower, water yourself with all love and care for yourself. wake up early in the morning like 6 am or 7? and open your windows let the fresh air hit your body and your environment. clean your room with a bright mind thinking with all positiveness. take a cozy shower and do your beautiful skin care. drink enough water daily to make your skin glow. move your body, do pilates and also stay still for 5 minutes or so being calm going in your meditative state.

go on a walk especially in early mornings, it will make your mind fresh and you will love the early morning atmosphere I swear. reading books also helps you think widely and positively, learn to add the habit of reading any book (non academic ones) daily. one important thing I would like to add is forget the need to always be doing something; it's completely okay if you didn't worked anything important today, it's completely fine if you rested today, give yourself some rest.

🌷 be calm 🌷

have patience, do not get triggered

learn that no one can trigger your emotions without your permission, be calm and think about only yourself not caring about what others are trying to feed you in your mind. become your own positivity and don't ruin your aura.

"becoming less reactive is a huge part of growth and decreasing stress. if you let everything get you worked up. you're damaging your mind, body and spirit."

neurologists claim that whenever you resist acting on your anger, you're actually rewiring your brain to be more calmer and loving. also being calm makes your mind find solutions of every problem that might occur. just trust yourself and love the calmness. being calm also makes you 10× more attractive so.......just don't think much, got it beautiful?

make your life like a movie! snap nice pictures, feel like the star, light a candle, read books, take walks, dance to your favorite tunes, treat yourself, do what makes you happy. It's your life, own it, and don't let anyone steal your joy!

- 𝘫𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 🍓🧸🍰

#romanticize your life #self care #skincare #ghibli aesthetic #jnquette #coquette #aesthetic #self healing #self worth #loablr #pink pilates princess #self love #self help #love yourself

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disillusioneddanny · 1 year

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Doodles on the Palms of our Hands Day 2 Soulmates

Damian gave his soulmate an annoyed look. “I do not like a lot of people, you are an exception to this. But if you do not leave me alone for five minutes, I will change my mind,” he said. Danny just stared up at him with the prettiest smile that Damian had ever seen. The vigilante just rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, you are cute, Daniel. Just stop smiling at me like that.”

“How am I smiling at you?” Danny asked, moving to wrap his arms around Damian’s waist, causing the other boy to just let out a groan of annoyance. After years of only being able to talk to one another through the drawings on their palms, the two had finally met.

Damian had already known that Daniel was like a desperate, attention loving puppy but he hadn’t realized just how attention starved he was until they finally met. Their meeting last week had actually been quite adorable if Damian was going to be honest.

The two had planned on their first meeting when Danny moved to Gotham City for college. The eighteen year old had managed to get a pretty decent scholarship for the school’s sociology program. They had been planning the meeting for months now and then it had finally happened.

For as long as Damian could remember he had gotten small doodles and notes written onto the palm of his hand by a boy who lived on the other side of the world. Everyone had soulmates somewhere in the world and each soulmate had a unique identifier to find theirs. The first few years, Damian had done everything he could to ignore the notes. He was an assassin, he didn’t have time for a soulmate. Besides, as his mother had made sure to remind him, soul mates were a waste of time and not conducive to their goals.

Then, Damian had moved in with his father at ten years old. Father had encouraged him to start writing back to his soulmate, to introduce himself to the boy who drew stars and planets into the palm of Damian’s hand.

“You are a wonderful writer,” Damian had initially written in small cursive.

Almost immediately Damian had gotten his response in a sloppy scrawl. “You finally wrote back!”

From there, Damian was hooked. He and Danny wrote to one another every day until one day Danny had written a phone number on his hand for Damian. Writing turned to texting which then turned to phone calls which then turned to face time calls. The two found themselves speaking every single day and Damian found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with the boy who lived in sleepy Amity Park. In that time, Damian had learned everything about Daniel, and Daniel had learned everything about Damian.

Damian had been there for his soulmate when Danny had died and come back, he had been there for him when he had learned he was going to become the King of the Infinite Realms after he had defeated one of his rogues. There was not a single thing that Damian did not know about Danny. Just as there was not a single thing that Danny did not know about Damian. He knew of Damian’s past with the League, he knew the Batman secret, Danny knew it all.

And it was nice. Damian liked that there was someone that he could talk to about everything that he had gone through without fear of being treated differently because of it. Danny accepted him, all of him, and he loved Damian for who he was regardless of the things that he had done. He had quickly become Damian’s closest confidant.

“You know what you are doing, Beloved,” Damian said with a chuckle. “I am almost finished with typing up this report for my patrols for last night and then we can go.”

“I’m so excited,” Danny exclaimed, hugging Damian tight. Damian had managed to get his father’s height and at eighteen years old he stood at a solid six foot two. Whereas Danny stayed at a short five foot six. Damian thought it was adorable how much his boyfriend looked like what Jon had told him was a twink.

“You are just meeting my family, Danny,” Damian said with a chuckle before he bent down and pressed a soft kiss to Danny’s smiling mouth. Danny giggled and kissed him again, before he lifted Damian in the air and spun him around. Damian just gave him a fond laugh and swatted his soulmate’s shoulder. “Put me down.”

Damian did have to admit, Danny’s ghost abilities did make things very interesting. “Can we fly there?” Danny asked. “I’ve been wanting to fly through Gotham since I got here and I haven’t gotten the chance! I’ve been too scared of your dad getting mad at me for doing it. I know the no metas rule isn’t real but he still doesn’t like them very much and sure, I’m not actually a meta, I mean being dead is a medical condition but still, I have powers and I know what that makes it look like.”

“Beloved, you’re rambling. Yes, we can fly. I have been interested in seeing what it feels like flying with you compared to flying with Jon,” Damian said as Danny set him back down. “Five minutes,” he said, pressing his finger to Danny’s lips before he turned back to his laptop. The two were currently in Damian’s apartment. Technically, Danny had a dorm room but they quickly realized after meeting in person that Danny would be spending the majority of his free time in Damian’s apartment.

They already knew that they were romantically attracted to one another through their years of talking. And to an extent, Damian knew that he was physically attracted to Danny just through seeing his photographs and from facetime. But seeing Danny in person, seeing how small and slim the boy was? It was completely different than he had initially thought.

Danny was just this small, lithe eighteen year old and Damian knew that Danny could also throw him the length of a football field without even breaking a sweat. It was attractive.

It was beyond attractive, in all honesty.

It was also nice to know that his soulmate would be able to handle himself in case anything happened, especially with how dangerous it could get in Gotham. Danny sat beside his soulmate wiggling slightly in excitement as he waited for Damian to complete his work before the vigilante finally shut his laptop and turned to his partner.

“Ready?” Danny asked hopefully.

Damian stood and took Danny’s hand in his. “Ready,” he said before his partner let out an excited squeal and changed forms. His soft, inky black hair changed to gravity defying white, blue eyes turned to Lazarus Green, and his usually pale white skin took on an unearthly blue hue. He looked beautiful.

“You’re gonna love flying with me, Dami, it’s so much fun,” Danny told him before he pulled Damian in for another kiss. Damian wrapped his arms around Danny’s waist and deepened the kiss hungrily, biting at Danny’s bottom lip softly before the other allowed him access. He slipped his tongue into Danny’s mouth and ran it along the other’s sharp teeth slowly, taking his time to explore every crevice of his lover’s mouth. Danny melted into him, pressing himself as close to Damian as he could. Eventually, Damian pulled away and smiled at the dazed look on his soulmate’s face.

“Shall we go?” He suggested. Danny just nodded his head, eyes glued to Damian’s mouth before he turned the two of them intangible and invisible. Damian shuddered at the cold feeling that slowly slunk down his body. It felt as though someone had slowly poured cold water over the top of his head. Danny wrapped his arms tight around Damian’s waist and took off, the couple flying through the ceiling of the apartment and multiple stories before they took to the air.

It was definitely different compared to when he would fly with Jon. Jon’s flying felt like he was constantly fighting gravity to stay in the air. With Danny, it felt as though gravity didn’t even matter, like it did not exist. His flying seemed to defy the laws of physics altogether.

It was exhilarating. Especially as Danny started to gain speed and the couple flew through multiple buildings, nothing really seemed to get in Danny’s way as he flew. Damian smiled at his lover, his eyes sparkling in the sun. He couldn’t believe just how lucky he had gotten with his soulmate.

#Dead serious #Damian Wayne x Danny Fenton #Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #dpxdcshipweek2023 #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dc x dp #Damian Wayne #Batman #pop writes #dis writes

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hearts4golbach · 3 months

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The Night Shift.

Chapter 7.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

I sat at the counter with my notebook and pen, scribbling down ideas for new recipes or drinks. My mind frequently wandered to johnnie, and it worried me. I couldn't get what Jake asked me out of my brain. did I like johnnie? I couldn't tell if what I was feeling was just having a really good friend or something more. I cringed at myself. I doodled on the side of my page, drawing hearts and stars until someone walked in.

"Hello, miss." the man said with a heavy southern accent. I suppressed a laugh, thinking about Jake.

"Hi, what can i get for you?"

"Let me get the peanut butter mocha, please. That'll be all." he sighed. I nodded in response. "You got a boyfriend?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. I'm sure he didn't mean it the way it sounded. I immediately thought about johnnie. "No, sir."

"Well, don't worry. once you find someone, you'll know." he had a crooked tooth grin.

"Oh, thank you." I smiled. it confused me where this came from. "Why do you say?"

"You learn to read how people feel when you have a bipolar wife." he snorted.

"Well, you were spot on."

a woman walked in behind him on her phone. she looked up and smiled at me. she was beautiful, even if she had a messy bun and no makeup. she seemed sweet.

"Listen, you seem like a nice girl. you've got looks on your side, too. I say go for it. I know I don't know your situation, but when you look back, you'll regret it."

I was getting a little more concerned each second. this was almost creepy. how could he be so right? I passed his coffee over the counter. "Thank you." I said genuinely.

he nodded, not saying a word as he walked out of the cafe.

"What was that about?" the girl asked, walking up to the counter.

"Apparently, he could sense how I was feeling. I've been overthinking about this guy I met, and he was spot on." I shrugged.

"so, when's he going to tell my fortune?" she joked, pulling out her wallet. "tell me about this guy."

"well, I met him a few days ago. I think he's really cute and we've had our... moments, I guess. i think I might be gaslighting myself into thinking I don't like him like that. I've never had a boyfriend, let alone a genuine crush." I rambled. "I genuinely do not know why I'm opening up to strangers."

"I mean, who knows if we'll ever cross paths again."

"still, I feel stupid." I shake my head. "anyway, what can I get for you?"

"can I just get an iced caramel coffee?" she asked with a sweet smile on her face.

I hum, turning around to make it. What a weird night, I'll probably end up rephrasing to tell johnnie later. we talked little after she asked.

"I hope you have a good night." I smiled softly as I handed her coffee over the counter.

"you too." she smiled back before walking out.

I sat back down and continued to try and write, but my mind frequently wandered back to johnnie. was he even coming tonight?

about an hour and a half later, the door bell rang. "Hey, y/n." Johnnie's tired voice called. I looked up, he carried his computer under one arm.

"johnnie, how bad is your sleep schedule?" I teased, "this is the 3rd night in a row you've come to see me. you must love my face to come here at like 2 am every night."

"what can I say? I get really bad nightmares and your face does in fact make me feel better."

my gaze softened as I smiled.

"do you mind if I hang out in here and edit a video?"

"I'd love that." my heart fluttered at Johnnie's presence.

I turned around to clean the counters as he chose the table closest to where I was. he lazily opened his computer and pulled up the needed footage.

I hummed quietly to what was playing in my headphone as I finished wiping everything down. I fixed myself a coffee and went to sit across from him.

"I had the weirdest fucking encounter today." I mentioned.

he looked up. "what happened?"

"This guy came in and told me that I seemed stressed over a guy and that I'll know if he's the right person and I shouldn't fight my feelings off." I blurted, not bothering to rephrase it.

he made eye contact with me again, curiosity glistening in his eyes. "so, like, a connection you can't explain? thats really poetic."

"yeah, it's scary cause he's right." I mumbled.

"well, if you think you've found that person, then go for it. life's too short to not." he looks back down at his laptop.

"what if I'm not sure if he likes me back?"

a twinge of hurt flashed in his eyes. he seemed to be scrounging for ways to respond. "well, what if he's just as unsure as you?" he asked knowingly.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "so should I really think on it?"

"you might be wasting time, but you never know. maybe waiting is a good decision." he avoided eye contact with me.

"are you good?"

"yeah." he trailed off, rubbing his arm.

silence filled the room for a good minute, I zoned out, staring into my coffee once more.

"have you ever felt that way?"

"felt like what?"

"when you like someone but you're terrified it'll ruin something good?" I pondered.

he looked up, his gaze softening. "yeah, the fear of losing someone so special even though nothing has happened yet?"

"yeah, exactly."

"well, I guess we have to take risks. step out of our comfort zone, you know?" he paused. "at least we could say we tried, right?"

"right." I whispered, awkward tension filled the room.

he cleared his throat. "when you know, you know."

#johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert #fanfiction #fanfic #jake webber #tara yummy #the night shift

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scaradooche · 3 months

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Lovesick

Buzzing, buzzing is what you wake up to. More specifically buzzing from your phone. You pick up your phone all drowsy to see someone calling you. “Hm?” you say waiting for the other person on the line to speak.

“Y/n where the fuck are you right now? Lumine says hastily.

“At my house.” You mumble

“Y/n it’s 7:58 am school starts at 8.”

You immediately hang up without saying another word. You rush out of bed dreading the outcome of the day already.

It’s 8:20 am when you get to school. You walk slow trying to delay your arrival to your first class which is Ap physics with one of the worst teachers. Ms. Cordez. Great. You take the time to actually look at the outfit you’re wearing. You’re wearing black sweats with a gray sweater and a white shirt. The outfit you picked out wasn’t that bad for picking random stuff you saw in your room but it wasn’t exactly something you would normally wear. You stopped, you didn’t know why. It was like your mind wasn’t processing anything your body was doing. You pick up your head from looking at the ground to realize that you’re in front of your class. You take a deep breath and enter the classroom.

You’re not even one step in before you here a “Ah, look who decided to show up.”

“Hello..” you mutter trying to make your way to your seat.

“Not so fast young lady, why are you late?” You hear Ms. Cordick Cordez say.

“Overslept..”

“Give me a full sentence.”

“I overslept.” you state clearly getting annoyed of her. Sometimes you wonder to yourself if she actually has a life outside of school. You could never imagine that. There is reason why she’s a Ms. and not a Mrs.

“Do you think that is a full sentence?” she says in a irritated voice. When looking at her face you notice that she looks as red as a lobster. You find the comparison quite funny. If you really think about it she does have facial features that do resemble one.

“Yes.”

“Oh, so you want to give me attitude now?” She says in the most obnoxious way ever. At this point you just think she’s trying to get under your skin.

“What the hell? I’m not-“ you try to speak before Ms. Cordez interrupts you.

“We do not use this kind of language in this classroom.” She speaks with a pissy tone.

‘You’re being dramatic, you need to actually chill it’s not a big deal.”

“You do not tell me to chill. I am not your friend. I am your teacher. You need to learn some manners young lady. Detention after school.”

You give her a blank stare before walking to your seat. What a pleasant start to your day you think.

3:00 pm, school finally ended and you can see people heading out of there classes. Some heading out with their friends most likely having plans since it’s a Friday others just going home. You pull out your phone to text your friends.

You close your phone heading to Ms. Cordicks classroom to spend two hours of your life doing absolutely nothing. When you get there the first thing she has you do is check in and hand her your phone.

“You’ll get this back after you serve your time.”

You nod your head and find a table to sit at. Once you find a desk you bring out a notebook planning to just doodle instead of doing any actual work. Around 5 minutes later you see more students coming in you hope that none of them sit next to you. You never really liked the fact that she had table with chairs instead of just desks. Another 5 minutes later Ms. Cordez decides to speak.

“Seeing that everyone is here, I would like to say that I’m not going to be in the same room with you while you serve your time here. Instead I’ll be in another room with Mrs. Smith grading work together. I assume you won’t leave this room without your phones. I except you all to be doing work for the next two hours.” She’s says hastily before she walks out.

Once she leaves you see friends that were split up start getting up and sitting together. The news that she’s not going to be in this room doesn’t affect you at all. While you’re doodling you hear someone getting up. It doesn’t bother you since a lot of people are getting up right now and changing their seats. It doesn’t bother you until this person sits next to you. You stop doodling and look up at this person to only realize it was him. The kids older brother. Your “boyfriend”. Childe.

Prev||Masterlist||Next 2.5: Fuck you Ms. Cordick

Fun Facts:

Idk how to write accurate detention scenes since I’ve never gotten detention 😝😝😍😍

Idk how to write so don’t mind my bad writing

Ms. Cordez is my irl teacher I hate her sm praying on her downfall everyday 😍

Next chapter will probably be uploaded today and it’s gonna be majority writing 😝 be prepared for more of my bad writing 😍😍🔥🔥

No character fun facts this chapter 😔😞😣 the first half wants to be bold for some reason pls don’t mind it 😓😓

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ladytauria · 6 months

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👀👀 meeting in the ER with damitim pls?

thank you!!

this is more urgent care than ER---actually, i'm picturing this happening at Leslie's clinic?---but. still on theme xD it's also heavily inspired by this post, bc... it's just so damian, you know?

“So… you said a cat did this?”

“Ah… yes.” Damian is distracted—not by the distant tug of a needle, in and out of his skin, but rather by the man doing the stitching.

He would not call him the most beautiful man he’s ever seen, but the man is certainly… attractive, with his sharp cheekbones and aquiline nose. Most striking is the pale, ice blue of his eyes; made even more so by the dark circles under his eyes.

Damian can relate.

“It was a kitten, actually,” he admits, somewhat reluctantly.

That gets those eyes on him, the needle stilling. The nurse’s brows raise. “A kitten?”

“She was very fierce.” Normally he keeps gloves in his car for such an occasion, but he had taken them out to wash them, and— Well. Of course he ended up finding the kitten before he got them back into his car.

"I see," the nurse says, a smile tugging at his mouth. "I wonder if I'll be stitching up the next poor person to find her, too."

Damian sniffs. "Hardly," he says. "She's in my car." His emergency kennel, luckily, had still been there. He hated to leave the poor creature out there—on the way over, he had contemplated calling Richard or Todd to pick her up for him. However, neither of them was likely to listen to his instructions to leave her alone. Richard because he would believe he could befriend her, and Todd because he would underestimate the severity.

Pity Cassandra was out of town.

Pity Jon lived two hours away.

“Huh.” The nurse goes back to stitching. “You didn’t let go?” He sounds vaguely impressed. Damian cannot help the way he puffs up with pride.

“Of course not,” he says. “I would hardly leave the poor thing out there to suffer. Fierce or not, Gotham’s streets are no place for a kitten.”

The curve of the man’s mouth turns—soft, almost. It is reminiscent of a look he often sees from Richard, though it incites a different feeling in him entirely. He feels… warm. His fingertips tingle.

“Of course not,” the man echoes, softly. “Do you do that a lot? Rescue kittens, I mean.”

“At nearly one in the morning? No, not typically,” Damian says. “However, I volunteer at an animal shelter, and I am enrolled in the veterinary program at Gotham University. I find myself rescuing many animals.” He also had, vaguely, considered the notion of stitching himself up. It was only the knowledge of Richard and Pennyworth’s disappointed faces that had sent him to the clinic, instead.

“Huh,” the man says, thoughtfully. “So what happens to the kitten now?”

“She is young enough it should be fairly easy to socialize her,” Damian says. “Once she is used to people, I suppose I will look into finding her a home.” He would keep her himself, but— He has reached his limit on the amount of animals he can realistically take care of. His younger self would scoff at this, but part of adulthood was learning his limits. A dog, two cats, a snake, and several fostered kittens were certainly his.

The nurse hums, snipping the thread. He lingers at Damian’s side. “You know… I always wanted a cat. Do you… think I could call you, sometime? Maybe arrange a visit?”

Damian’s pulse quickens. “I—yes. I would be, ah. Amenable to that.”

The nurse smiles. The brightness of it steals the breath from Damian’s lungs. “Cool,” he says. “Hold on just a second.”

The nurse disposes of the needle and washes his hands before snagging one of the brochures from the countertop, by the sink. He withdraws a pen from his pocket and writes, quickly.

When he passes it to Damian, he winks. “You should be good to go now, Mr. Wayne.”

“Thank you,” Damian says, sliding off the exam table. As he walks out the door, he glances down at the paper. On it is a phone number, which Damian memorizes automatically, signed—

Tim Drake. Call me :)

Next to words is a doodle of a cat, wearing what is likely a nurse’s cap.

Damian is impossibly, terribly charmed.

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iamnot-crazy · 3 months

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Trials of the Cloaking Brooch

░ The Brooch ░

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

ROTMNT

Summary: On his way to the Run of the Mill pizza, Leo spots out the corner of his eye a glint behind a trash can. He lingers over to investigate only to see a lost clocking brooch. Timidly he picks it up and twirls it in his fingers only to realize that he no longer had 3 green fingers but 5 human skin-toned fingers his eyes glance up at the semi-reflective trashcan to see a human form staring back at him. As he was about to investigate more, a beep from his phone caught his attention. it was a snap from April to the group chat with her and his brothers. He opened it up to see her lying on a desk with the caption "I'm sooooo bored." He glanced back up at the human reflection and an evil glint appeared in his eyes. He stood up shoving his phone back in his pocket and began his walk to April's school.

A/N: This is a book I am almost finished within A03 I wanted to post it here as well here is that link if you prefer to read it there. https://archiveofourown.org/works/41621709

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Leo was bored and looking for something to do. He peaked his head into Donnie's lab to see him typing away at his computer very much in the zone. Leo has learned his lesson by now not to mess with his brother when he is in the zone. He quickly wandered away in search of his other brothers, Ralph wasn't hard to find as he was in the dojo punching at the punching bag and just like his other brother completely in the zone. Mikey was a bit harder to find as he hide in the corner of the living room with his sketchbook doodling away and once again in the zone.

Leo sighed in the defeat of finding something to do with his brother when his stomach let out a very loud grumble. Leo looked down at his stomach before looking back at all his brothers when an idea popped into his head. 'if I'm hungry my brothers most definitely are, I should go get pizza for everyone!' His mind was made and he left the sewers.

Leo strutted his way to the graffitied wall that held the portal to 'the Run of the Mill pizza play' when he saw something glimmer out the corner of his eye. He leaned back to get a better view to see some kind of gem hiding behind a trash bin. He lingers over to investigate only to see a lost clocking brooch. He has seen many of these but was never able to get his hands on one due to the costly price that came with the brooch and the comfort he has with his current living arrangements. Timidly he picks it up and twirls it in his fingers only to realize that he no longer had 3 green fingers but 5 human skin-toned fingers his eyes glanced up at the semi-reflective trashcan to see a human form staring back at him.

As he was about to investigate more, a beep from his phone catered his attention. it was a snap from April to the group chat with her and his brothers. He opened it up to see her lying on a desk with the caption "I'm sooooo bored." He glanced back up at the human reflection and an evil glint appeared in his eyes. He stood up put his phone back in his pocket and began his walk to April's school forgetting completely about his pizza plans.

It was nearing 3:30 when he arrived at the school as the bell had just rung and the students began filing out. Leo's initial reaction is to hide as he ducked behind a lamp post but quickly revived curious looks. He was used to having people look at him weirdly but this was different none of the looks had any malic or grossed looks behind them only curious like they were curious about the way a teen would be trying to hide behind a lamp post. Leo looked back down at his hand and outfit and reassured himself that he looked human. He laughed at himself before confidently jumping out from behind the post and into the courtyard.

His smile radiated the entire area as he waved at people passing by and shooting finger guns at the cute girls. As he was giving a wink to one girl he didn't notice the person carrying way too many books in front of him. The two collapsed into each other and fell back, books falling around them. Leo rubbed his head as he looked up at the person who he ran into only to see his very good friend April O'Neil.

He enthusiastically jumped up grabbing April's books as fast as he could, "April!" He shouted in glee.

April's face converted from an expression of anger to recognition to confusion as she looked up at the strange boy who said her name in a tone she recognized. "Do I know you!" She responded sassily and grabbed the books back from Leo.

Leo's smile grew, "April it's me, Leo!" April's face then turned to shock as she dropped her books again and jumped into investigating. She moved around him so fast taking in every detail. "Can't get over my good looks huh!" Leo taunts flicking his newfound hair out of his face.

"How are you? What! Why!" April began questioning adjusting her glasses to be sure she was not seeing things.

"I found a clocking brooch!" Leo stated proudly, "Now you can hang with your favorite bro." He flicked his hair once more.

A mischievous glint flashed in her eye, "You know I actually have something I can use your help with" April grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the school building. Leo attempted to grab as many of her books off the floor as he could before getting yanked away.

They finally stopped at a locker that April quickly opened and grabbed her books out of Leo's hand and threw them into the locker. As soon as the door to the locker opened Leo was immediately memorized as he looked at the mirror and fully saw himself.

He shared many characteristics of Lou Jitsu which is to be expected. He has dark black hair that mostly fits into a very loose ponytail but has strands framing his face and he shares the same pointy chin as his father. As for his outfit wore a black tee shirt and black jeans with a baby blue bomber jacket on top.

Leo leaned in closer to admire all his new features and kept poking at his hair, his baldness was something he grew used to but he was always jealous of the human's long hair.

April closed the locker diverting his attention back to her who currently looks annoyed since he was talking while he was admiring himself.

"As I was saying!" She complained, "I really need to interview the MTG club for the school paper but the president refuses to let me interview them until I beat them at a game. I was going to get Donnie to teach me how to play but since you are a master strategist you might be able to help me right now."

Leo looked at her confused with a raised eyebrow, "the what club?" April just rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist again dragging him down the hall.

They stopped when they reached a classroom filled with students chatting and shuffling cards. April immediately made a B-line to the back of the room where a small group was chatting among themselves on top of the tables. As soon as the group of teens saw April approaching the red-headed girl in the center stood up facing April with her arms crossed. April reached her hand out, "Alsie, I'm April O'Neil and I am here to talk to you about an interview for the school paper about your school."

"April I know who you are and why you are here, we legit talked last period about this." The redhead raised her eyebrow and smirked clearly humored by April's introduction. "Are you ready to play?"

"Actually I will not be facing you but my friend Leo will!" April then pulls Leo in front of her. Leo flashes a big smile and reaches his hand out.

The redhead looked at him questioning before shaking his hand, "I haven't seen you around here?"

"That's cause he is.. homeschooled!" April quickly thought up an excuse. Alsie nodded in understanding.

"Well, it doesn't matter to me who plays." She shrugged and looked over at Leo, "Do you have a deck?" Leo just gave a simple shake of a head confused at what she was talking about she smiled anyway and gestured to one of her friends to hand her a deck, "Let's go with an all-blue deck." he nodded and went to the back of the room where they had free decks of cards sitting.

"Since it's your first time I'm going to go easy and play my all-red deck," she said as she reached in her back grabbing a deck of cards and then leading them over to a table with two play mats already rolled out. "Magic the Gathering is really simple to play. Imagine you're the grand battle commander, and your creatures are your frontline. Any monsters you have on the table can defend you. As well as creature cards, you'll also have an array of spells, artifacts, enchantments, and more. Everything is powered by your lands, or mana if you will.

The goal is to kill each other, each of us will start with 20 health points. At the start of every turn, you will want to place down a land card if possible. At the top of each card is the amount of mana you will need to summon the card and the only way you get mana is by the number of lands you have. To use any cards you will tap the card by turning it sideways this is also how you keep track of how much mana you have used." She explained as she shuffled her deck by placing the cards down in random order into seven different piles Leo took his deck and mimicked her.

She then handed him a black card with the words, 'On Your Turn' written on top. "This will help you understand how to play. on your turn there are 5 phases, the first is the Beginning first you untap all your tapped cards, and you then must draw a card from your deck. The second phase is your main phase this is when you can cast sorceries, instants, creatures, artifacts, enchantments, etc. You can also activate any abilities, just as long as you have enough mana. Next is combat, where you can decide if any of your untapped creatures can attack, at the bottom of each creature card are its power and defense, the power is the number of points a creature can deal and the defense is how much it can block. Note when you first summon a creature you will have summoning sickness and will not be able to attack until the next round. Next is the second main phase this happens after I declare if I am blocking or using any intents and you can cast any spell or activate abilities. The final phase is the end step this is you declaring that your turn is done." She finished explaining as she placed her now shuffled deck in the corner of her play mat and Leo copied, "Get it?" Leo smiles and nods as both he and her pull 7 cards from their deck.

"I'll let you go first," She offers and Leo looks at his deck and pulls out an island land, passing his turn.

She then pulls out mountain land followed by a 1/1 Tin Street Cadet. Leo places another island and places a 2/1 Waterkin Shaman with flying and a +1/+1 whenever another creature with flying enters. She places another Mountain and attacks with her Tin Street Cadet which states 'Whenever Tin Street Cadet becomes blocked, create a 1/1 red Goblin creature token.'

'that's just like the mutant silverfish' Leo thinks, 'if I block it it will create another' he allows the creature to attack taking 1 health. Leo then places his land and another Waterkin Shaman and decides to attack with his Waterkin and she takes 2 damage.

"Bo ya!" He shouted in victory, "Looks like you're getting watered down!" He quips gaining a smile from Alsie.

On her turn, she summons a land and a 2/2 Spellgorger Weird which gains +1/+1 when she cast a noncreature spell. she then attacks again with her Tin Street Cadet and Leo takes the hit once again. Leo cast land and a 2/1 Cloudkin Seer which gives him another card and adds +1/+1 to his Waterkin since the Cloudkin has flying. He takes advantage and attacks with both his Waterkins. She blocks one with her Spellgurger destroying one of his Waterkins and the Spellgurger but he took 3 damage from her with the second Waterkin.

Leo fistbumps April excited at his lead Alsie giggles at his excitement before placing another land and another 2/2 Spellgorger and attacks with her Tin Street Cadet taking a point off Leo. Leo then places another land and summons a Windstorm Drake which gives all his creatures flying +1/+0 and since it has flying it also gives his Waterkin +1/+1. He attacks with both his 3/2 Waterkin and 3/1 Cloudkin. She blocks the Waterkin with her Spellgorger destroying both but takes the 3 damage from the Cloudkin which she is unable to block due to its flying.

With her limited cards, she places a land and passes her turn. Leo ran out of his lands but taped two lands to cast a Glint Instant on his Cloudkin to give it +0/+3 not that he needed to as both his creatures have flying and were able to attack her dealing 6 damage leaving her with 6 health remaining. Leo began cheering on his early victory. "Looks like you're in some hot water!" He quips again keeping with his water theme.

Alsie Then Plays her instant shock on him which deals him 2 damage and casts an Act of Treason Sorcery which takes control of one of his creatures takes his 3/3 Windstorm Drake and attacks him with her 1/1 cadet and his 3/3 Drake. She also Cast another shock Instant-on his Cloudkin to deal 2 damage to it. "All is fire in war" she laughs with her own pun.

"it's all water under the bridge," Leo said before pulling out his instant Glint to give his Cloudkin +0/+3 in an effort to save it but he still took the 4 attacks which brought his health down to 11. when he draw his new card he was happy to see another 2/1 Cloudkin which will also give him the ability to grab another card. which he got another land which he needed to cast Unsummon a card he has had in his hand since the beginning to take back his Cloudkin and resummon it to draw yet another card but he forgot to count his mana and was left with 2 mana left which the Cloudkin needs 3.

"Dang it" he cursed under his breath for making such a careless mistake, but he quickly recovered and attacked with both his 3/1 Cloudkin and his returned 3/3 Windstorm dealing Alsie a total of 6 damage and taking her out of the game. It took Leo to process his win before he jumped out of his seat cheering. "Looks like you have been wiped out! bo ya!" He jumped up and flicked his hair which sounded is his new favorite thing to do. April Jump up and down cheering him on.

Alsie giggled at his behavior, "I could tell you would like to blue deck." She commented as she began to put her deck away, "You look like someone who likes to think ahead and strategies. You pick up the game pretty well." she smiled at him which immediately caused him to blush in return. "Well, O'Neil I guess that completes your end of the deal now it's time for me to complete my end."

April pulls Leo into a hug before running over to Alsie with a pen and notebook. Alsie took a look over at Leo who was looking through the deck reading all the cards and what effects they have and began thinking of better strategies, Alsie smiled at his interest, " You can keep that deck if you want, and Leo you are welcome to join the MTG club we meet every Tuesday after school. Also, I am here every day after school if you want to play one-on-one again but next time I won't let you win." She winked before walking away with April.

"Let me win!" Leo retorted receiving a laugh from Alsie before she closed the door to the teacher's office for more privacy for April's interview. Leo then looks over at her fellow club officers for answers, "What does she mean by letting me win?!"

The officers shrugged before returning to their game. Leo wanders over to see their game, it looks much different than his game with Alsie, there are many more colors on the mats and many more creatures each with different effects. He looked around the room to see all the students invested in their battles some battles were one-on-one and some had four players.

The thing Leo took the most note of when looking around the room was how comfortable everyone was with him being in their presence and vice versa. The only times he gets these feelings are when he is with his brothers and sometimes when he is in the hidden city but this feels different he almost feels human. He smiled before sitting down next to one of the officers asking him questions about the game and watching him play. He kindly led him through everything and explained his every move.

#rise leo #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie #rottmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise mikey #rottmnt leo #leonardo #writing #rotmnt OC #original character #magic the gathering

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Messy CoD: Ghost's headcannons ::

on the topic of CoD charachters as animals, Merrick strikes me as a bear. dunno ENTIRELY why. i saw this other post montttthhhssss back(more like a year ago) of someone headcannoning that Merrick kind of instinctively starts watching out for the Walker brother's/doting on them more after Elias' death and i REALLY resonate with that.

he takes care of his cubs :) definitely gets protective of the two brothers after his best friends death. (also headcannon that Elias and Merrick were closer buds than we got to see. those two definitely drink beer together.) Merrick seems like the kind of guy to have never seen himself as a father figure, its just an instinctive move after Elias dies since the two boys are still pretty young adults. (dunno if the person said all this in their posts, i have zero way of finding them again 😭😭)

(i was getting stuffed animals from build a bear nd making them themed as CoD charachters and i have a bear one as Merrick because of this[lmk if you want a bear!Merrick reveal because i also have doodles of him with bear ears])

Merrick, Merrick, Merrick..

honestly dont really know what to say about this man. i feel like he's extremely un-tech savvy unless its military technology. definitely does that dad squint with his eyes while reading something/trying to figure out how tf a phone works.

OHHH and on the topic of being horridly bad with tech and internet shi, if Logan and Hesh were to ever show Merrick tiktok for any reason, Merrick would probably find himself an addict of the app and incidentally pick up a shit ton of Gen Z humor but have zero idea what ANY of it means.

catch him throwing around old 2019 jokes or being one of those awkward father's who try to relate to the younger demographic by using outdated slang. thats IF he has the confidence to use any of the humor. if anything, i feel like he'd be awfully self conscious about doing so due to his lack of knowledge on it all.

no idea where im going with these headcannons. it is 12am and i am doing my workout routine as i wrote this while sleep deprived. dw im going strong.

but on the topic of HEADCANNONS,,,

Keegan, i feel like, leaned alot on Elias (probably without realizing it). i just see a kinship between Keegan, Elias and Merrick. Keegan seems to be by Merrick's side ALOT and i feel like HE feels he belongs there. not reliant just.. connected. soul brothers, really.

and if it wasnt Logan and Hesh who were fucked up over Elias' death, it was Keegan and Merrick. Merrick lost a bestfriend, Keegan lost a friend maybe even a father/uncle figure.

mostly Merrick gives me uncle vibes, though. Elias is a father figure, someone to lean on / someone to really show you how to do something and help you through hard times with insanely good advice. and Merrick's just the awkward, un-tech savvy uncle. i refuse to elaborate any further.

my personal headcannon for Logan is that hes semi-mute. i dont, personally, headcannon him as someone with full mutism but i do feel like he doesnt speak 90% of the time and shocks everyone whenever he does speak.

Keegan going about his day, saying a brief good morning to Logan and the Walker boy saying a quiet ''morning'' back to the man. has Keegan freeze on the spot, taking a full minute before looking up at Logan. takes a glance at Hesh and the brother merely shrugs, used to Logan's rare speaking.

out of everyone, Logan mostly speaks to Hesh. whenever Logan does speak, i feel like its aimed, USUALLY, at Hesh and nobody else in the room. keeps ot brief but sometimes has an actual back and forth while Merrick and Keegan are just reeling.

Merrick, wanting to help understand Logan better and show he cares more after Elias' death, put time aside to learn sign language for Logan's 'no talk days'. definitely mixes up a few signs and still has alot to learn but it surprises Logan and the man feels heard. definitely better than Logan having to rely on Hesh fully to communicate what Logan's trying to say / Logan having to fumble and point out different things and use unconventional means to try and get something across.

no hcs for Hesh rn..i THINK. actually i think i do have some but i cant remember and am tired. i spent likr an hour writing this yw im so eepy

gonna make a post strictly for Elias hc's because i have ALOT. (can you tell i have daddy issues)

A/N:: if anyone else has done these hcs tell me, im losing my mind over if ive actually seen anyone else have the same thoughts as me or not.

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