Sobbing, instead of studying I translated more of doujin page from the same artist,
linking 2 more, with (shorter) summary,
this one is about trey who actually acts normal not because he wants normality, but because he feels like he has to be normal (like trauma after getting riddle into trouble),
but then jade sense that side of him, and somewhat be like, it's okay not to be normal
and it release tensions from trey's shoulders
fhsdh when they started dating, trey kept finding himself in trouble that jade brought upon them (schoolmates suddenly wants to get into battle because they have some kind of beef on jade)
when cater said, u like normal right? why are u going out with him?
trey said, i don't actually dislike it (the trouble)
(yea because he is actually not normal)
when azul said, jade why are u going out with trey, he seems too normal?
jade be like, no he is not normal at all,
trey knows there's someone behind the bench (i hope someone saved them after fshd but then there were ants, ants go for dead bodies, is he ded for real? fshdh BUT WAIT, it was raining, ANTS WON'T COME OUT WHEN IT RAINS, hey! hey!!! AUTHOR!!)
but he still gave jade the umbrella calmly
in conclusion, TOTES NOT NORMAL! Jade said.
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this one is about riddle becoming best friend with jade,
and their unique relationship
also bits of riddle realizing jade has feeling for trey and bits of floyd just started to think he likes riddle, and they all help each other (yippie!)
the writing is also in depth & brilliant,
but i especially love page 61-64
where jade gave reasoning to trey not to tied himself forever on the trauma of putting riddle into trouble back then
that he deserves to be happy himself
when trey said
"i wish i can do something for riddle"
jade replied
"riddle wasn't someone that only you could save."
"of course it doesn't have to be me."
"riddle is a strong person who can find happiness on his own if given the chance."
"please be happy too"
RIGHT AT MY KOKORO.
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Finger Painting
Request: Yes / No This just popped into my head: Gael from Good Trouble learns his girlfriend suffers from panic attacks sometimes and helps her through it by finger painting, and it's smutty and fluffy please? @fandom-princess-forevermore
Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night
Gael Martinez x Fem!Reader
Word count: 860
Warnings: Panic attack
Y/N: Your Name
A/N: I’m gonna do the smut in part 2! I didn’t feel like the smut would work in this part how I wrote it
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It felt like everything was against me lately. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, my eyes puffy from crying for a long time. I was sitting against my wall, hugging my knees close to my chest. It was hard to breath and my hands were shaking. I reached for my phone and tried my best to find Gael’s number.
“Hey, baby.” His voice came through the phone.
“G-Gael…” I stuttered slightly.
“Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asked, concern laced in his voice.
“C-Can’t breath…” I stuttered and hiccupped.
“I’m coming down, is your door unlocked?” He asked.
“Yes…” I whispered.
“Okay, I’ll be right there.” He said and hung up. I dropped my phone to the side and tightly hugged my knees again. Gael opened my door a few moments later and rushed over to me.
“Y/N, what happened?” He asked, sitting next to me.
“T-Too much… Everything’s just… too much…” I said in-between heavy breathing. He gently pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me.
“Can you breath in for me?” He asked and I closed my eyes. I tried my best to take a breath, but it was shaky.
“Good, now hold it.” He whispered.
“Now breath out.” He whispered and I let out a shaky breath.
“Good, can you do that again?” He asked and I nodded. We repeated that for a few moments, until I was able to breath just a bit more normal.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked and I shook my head. It was silent for a moment, until Gael gently lifted my head to look at him.
“Does this happen a lot?” He asked and I shrugged.
“Sometimes…” I answered quietly. He nodded and let me rest against his chest.
“I have an idea that might help.” He said and I looked back up at him with curious eyes. He smiled and lifted me up in his arms. He left my room and I hid my head in his chest. I really didn’t want anyone to see me like this.
“Hey Gael! Oh and Y/N! Do you guys-”
“Sorry Alice, but Y/N and I are a little busy at the moment.” Gael stopped her.
“Oh, sorry!” She said and Gael continued on his way. I felt the breeze against my skin and realized we were going to his room. He opened the door and set me down on his bed. He pulled out a fresh canvas and paints.
“What are you doing?” I asked in a soft voice.
“We’re gonna finger paint, you can paint how you feel or just turn your mind off and feel the paint. It’ll be calming.” He said and I smiled slightly. He pulled off his shirt and looked at me.
“Do you want one of my old shirts or just go bare?” He asked and I blushed.
“Uh um… C-Can I have one of your shirts?” I asked and he smiled.
“Of course baby.” He said and pulled out an old t-shirt that already had paint on it. I replaced mine with the old t-shirt and he offered me his hand. I took it and he sat me on the stool in front of the easel. He put different colors on the pallet and took a step back. I looked at him and he just smiled.
“Go on, paint whatever you want.” He said and I shrugged.
“I-I don’t really know what to paint…” I said. He came up behind me and gently took a hold of my hand.
“What color do you want first?” He asked and I stared at the colors for a second.
“Um, orange?” I said, more like a question then an answer. He gently pushed my finger into the orange paint and smeared it against the canvas. I watched in awe as the paint left lines as they slid against the canvas.
“Next color?” He whispered in my ear.
“Green.” I whispered. He dipped my fingers in the green paint and moved my fingers around on the canvas. Once the green was finished we used blue, then yellow, then purple.
“Next color?” He asked and I shook my head.
“You’re done?” He asked and I nodded with a smile.
“It’s perfect.” I whispered. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek.
“Did it help?” He asked and I nodded.
“A lot actually, thank you.” I said and he turned me around.
“If you ever need to do this again, feel free to come in here anytime you need.” He said, gently caressing my face.
“Thank you, babe.” I said and kissed him.
“Hey, no need to thank me. I’ll always be here to help you.” He said and I smiled.
“I’ve never found anything that helps more than this.” I said.
“How often does this happen?” He asked and I sighed.
“I just get panic attacks sometimes. Some are worse then others.” I shrugged.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked and I shook my head.
“No, I’m feeling better. Let’s not ruin this.” I said and hugged him tightly. He held me back and gently rubbed my back.
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@blue-wristbands @enayru
I jumped out of bed for this one ♥
Rating: M/18+
Warning: suggestive theme, implied overstimulation, not proofread (literally wrote it in the spur of the moment xD)
Insp: this masterpiece
You were told the super saiyan forms were maintained by some degree of controlled anger, but you don't think you've ever seen a more calm man. Goku took comfort lying beside you and in no time fell asleep himself, using his large arms to support his head with his back facing upward. It seemed even his snores were more gravelly in this form of his, but there was no mistaking the sound of his slumber.
You took a moment to look him over in curious wonder, amazed that this powerful body could be maintained while he was fast asleep. Your hand hovered over, hesitating to touch out of worry of disturbing him. Who knows what kind of mental fortitude he had up at the moment that he wouldn't immediately leap up in attack mode at you for it. Oh, but you couldn't resist gently moving his elongated bangs from his face, revealing his snoring gape and the tips of sharp canines peaking when he inhaled. You even poked his cheek to test your theory and he didn't budge at all.
Clearly, you were overthinking it—It's Goku after all, he's not inching from sleep sawing logs like that no matter what transformation he takes. If anyone could make a beastly form like this look so harmless, it would be your dearest love to do it. It put a sweet smile on your face, brushing your hand down the spikey mane from the top of his head to his nape, enjoying how they sprung back up from beneath your hand. The change in texture when your hand brushed against his red back tempted your hand further, smoothing your palm against the ripple of muscles and then back to feel his warm fur between your fingers. Just the right amount of shag and velvet to the touch, you would imagine a good brushing would soften it all up nice.
Your fingers went from smoothing around his muscles to scratching in little circles down his spine, finding a small flex in his shoulders that hitched his snoring but didn't interrupt it any further. However, the lower you went down his exposed back you felt him curve slightly under your hand and his tail rising in a lazy sway. A tired groan from the saiyan replaces his snores but by now you couldn't resist raking your nails against his back, finding the fur strangely more rough around the small center of his back. That's when his tail jolted up and his hips lifted to press into your nails for more.
You scratched more earnestly and grinned lovingly at the way his spine dipped to raise his hips further and direct your fingers to certain spots. A very seduced, throaty sound leaves him when he fixed himself up on his knees and stretched out beneath you with his tail curving. There's a visible shudder from him when you scratched the hidden parts of his spine behind his pants, right where his tail jutted from his backside.
Ah, you found the spot!
Goku's face shrank behind his arms as his body acted on it's own, or rather obediently to your attentive scratching around there. You haven't gotten this close to his tail since the first incident with it, learning how it incapacitated him when squeezed or tugged too hard. But a tender, diligent scratch around the fur made him like this? How he trembled under the small circles your nails carved but pushed into it with a sporadic flick of his long tail. For such powerful saiyans, you're learning more about their frailty than you should. Lucky for Goku, you love him too much to use this against him. Nefariously. Instead, you'll make use of this discovery for yourself. A private little means of coercion when his impulsive behavior isn't so palatable.
But an overindulgence comes with a price, you'll soon learn. When he abruptly grabs your hand away and sits up on his knees, his larger form appears imposing over you. The shade of red highlighted on his face is revealed to you among his salacious expression that seems even more pronounced by his furrowed brow and the heated breath passing his visible fangs. You're stunned by the sight, finding the disturbed beast of fortitude from your imagination brought to life by unexpected means. Goku acted without word pinning you down, tasting your skin with a wide lick of his tongue against your neck and unseen bulge humping into you through the thin layers keeping it at bay. His body felt so much warmer, suddenly that heat finding you as well like a jolt of energy linked to your core. Pooling in your sensitive parts, how the touch of his hot tongue and rutting against your aroused flesh could send you over without even trying.
Ah, it was worth it.
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