#and fit saying that he had a feeling tomorrow was going to be “interesting” Does He Know something

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tubbo confirming that tomorrow is a big stream for q!tubbo enjoyers, that the admins told him shit is going down, and that it's a continuation of whatever he is set up in the previous stream ....

oh we're fucked.

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hi babe! would you be interested in writing something for remus where his gf is totally badass and kind of like a spitfire but the second she's home from work, she's kinda melting into remus and he eats it up?

"No, I am not coming back in! Are you kidding me?" You blow a kiss to Remus as you shoulder the door shut, dropping your keys into the plate near your door.

"No. I'm not leaving my house again, driving two hours in this traffic to come back to sign some papers. Leave it there or come by my place to drop it."

Remus shakes his head, a hidden smile on his face as he pulls dinner from the oven. He knows exactly what is going to happen after this

“Are you kidding me? I gave specific instructions on what to do, how could they possibly mess that up?” You’re seething as you step into your front door. 

You’d had a day at the office and even on the drive home you’d been on the phone giving directives and discussing strategies for a project you’re working on. 

You’re exhausted and you just want a hot bath with your boyfriend and a slice of that apple cake you’d made over the weekend for dessert. 

“No, I’m not coming back to have a meeting. We can meet tonight if it’s necessary, but I’ll be in office tomorrow.” 

Remus is sitting in the living room, reading one of his novels as you make your way over to him. 

He quirks a brow at your tone and you point to your phone rolling your eyes to get him to smile. 

He does and beckons you over, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you set your bag down and pull a pen and book from it, already scribbling some notes for the meeting- whenever it happens. 

“Okay goodbye, enjoy the rest of your day.” You’re abrupt as you end the phone call, head pounding as you sigh. 

“Hi baby,” he coos, eyes crinkling as you flop into his arms, burying your face in his chest. “Long day?” 

You nod, mewling as you say, “So long Remmy.” Remus always wants to laugh at the way you sort of melt like ice cream on a hot day when you’re home from work. 

He’s well aware of your bright, no-nonsense attitude at work and in general, but when it’s you and him you’re his baby and he loves it. 

Remus eats it up, loves every second of you needing him like you do. 

“I’ve made beef stir-fry for tea. And I ordered the saucy shrimp you like.” 

He feels you smile against his chest, then you lift your chin and kiss the underside of his jaw. 

“Thanks Rem.” Your phone rings again and you groan. Remus beats you to checking the caller ID and sucks at his teeth. 

“Would ignoring Devin be a bad thing to do?” He asks, nose running along your hairline as you deliberate. 

“No,” Remus doesn’t hesitate. He clicks your phone locked and helps you further into his lap. 

“Don’t take the meeting tonight. You need an early night, you didn’t sleep till three this morning.” You look a bit bashful with your legs hooked to each of his hips and Remus laughs. You’d thought you were doing a good job at being quiet even though you’d been awake long after Remus and you had gone to bed. 

“But it’ll be so much faster because then we’ll have to decide meeting times and where’s the most ideal place.” 

Remus raises an eyebrow, “Let them do it then. You need your rest and I don’t particularly care if they struggle to fit the meeting in their schedule.” You sigh, reaching for your phone. “Just let me text them then, otherwise it’ll keep ringing.” 

He shakes his head, taking your phone from you and unlocking it. 

“Go have a shower, I’ll plate up dinner and send the text to them. Tomorrow at ten is fine for the meeting?” He asks and you nod, pressing another kiss to his lips. 

“Thanks, Remmy.” Remus pats your bum as you go, watching you with a little smile as he thinks of how he’s going to get you to bed by nine.

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See You in the Morning, Coryo

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪:ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ' ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴄʟɪᴍᴀx ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ / ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ / ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ / ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴘᴀʀᴛꜱ. ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ ᴄʜᴀɪɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴜᴘ. ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴇxʏ ᴡᴀʏ, ꜱᴀᴅʟʏ.

The first time you met him you were 12. It was only your fourth day at the Capitol's Academy and you wished you could go home and bury yourself in your bed and never return. You had yet to meet anyone interested in being friends with you, the homeschooled freak who started oh so late compared to her peers. Sure, you had met Arachne and Festus at big lavish parties your parents threw but that didn't mean they liked you.

And then, on your fourth day of school, everything changes. Big blue eyes are fixated on the overly large sandwich and fruit bowl that had been in your lunch bag. A soft gurgle of a hungry stomach fills your ears and you turn to see a boy with the prettiest blonde curls atop his head staring at you.

"Do you want a piece? Our maid always packs too much and I can never finish it. You can have some if you want." You ask, picking up a strawberry and holding it out to him.

He hesitates for a moment but eventually reaches out and takes a small bite.

"Don't you have a lunch today?" You ask

"I already ate it." He said

Something inside you said he was lying and so you offered the rest of the fruit to him. Your sandwich would be enough for today, after all, no one should go hungry if another had something else to give.

You chat with the boy with blue eyes and pretty blonde curls. His name is Coriolanus Snow and he lives with his Grandma'am and his cousin. You smile at him as he eats the fruit, savoring the taste of the grapes that were mixed in. As you sit beside your new friend, you smile to yourself and hope he'll be your friend tomorrow too.

"You're not leaving. I won't let you."

Coriolanus knows how bad it sounds. He knows you're angry when you go to step around him and he blocks your path. Your engagement ring feels like a brick as it sits in his shirt pocket.

"Coryo. Move. I'm going home." You say, determined to get away from him.

Where do you think you're running off to? You have no place in society besides your spot next to him.

"You can't. You have to stay here. With me." He insists, hoping his softer tone will change your silly little mind.

"Please, Coriolanus. Just let me go home for tonight. I'll come back tomorrow. I promise." You whisper.

He hates that. Coriolanus. Why are you calling him that? He's always been Coryo to you why are you changing it now? The way his full name lingers in the air makes his blood boil.

Rage is something that's hard to control. Coriolanus has seen it first hand when the Districts rebelled against the Capitol all those years ago. He saw it Dr. Gaul when Lucy Gray survived her snakes thanks to him. He sees it now, in you as you give him a hard shove to his shoulders and begin moving toward the door.

Rage. That's why he does it. It's something he and so many others can't control. Rage. What a funny concept it is, how it causes someone to think so irrationally.

Truly though, you are to blame for it all. If only you had just talked to him rationally. taking off your ring and throwing a fit, demanding to go home like you're some petulant child who needs a nap.

Perhaps this will change your attitude, after all, you couldn't just run off, he needed you.

There's an ache in the back of your skull when you finally open your eyes. A soft blanket is covering you and the soft scent of apples and cinnamon is wafting through the air.

"This is your favorite, right?"

A voice that used to bring a smile to your face now sends a jolt of fear down your spine as you quickly sit up.

Coriolanus is sitting in a plush-looking chair, with your favorite candle burning on a little side table next to him.

What the hell had he done to you?

"You sat up too quickly. There's some painkillers on the nightstand if you want them." He says

His voice is so calm as you gradually take in your new surroundings.

"Where am I?" You croak, your voice sounds terrible.

"You're still in our mansion. This is the basement. Part of it anyway. Over the past two weeks, I got them to transform a section of it into a room perfect for you." He says, closing the book in his lap.

Weeks? How long had it been since that dinner when you tried to leave? What the hell had even happened? The last thing you clearly remember was shoving Coriolanus and beginning to walk away. Had he hit you with something? But then how did he keep you down for two weeks so he could bring you here?

"You're wondering what happened. I'm not proud of it but I hit you with a serving tray before you could leave."

Your mind briefly conjures up the silver trays that the food you often enjoyed was served on.

"I had a doctor give you injections to keep you asleep until this room was ready. The headache you feel is the hangover from the drugs, not a concussion. I made sure he gave you an exam and he's cleared you from any injuries."

Corionus' explanation is making your brain ache. What the fuck was happening? Why are you in a basement bedroom instead of your normal one? When was he going to let you out? Would he ever let you out?

Your stomach gurgles and you just barely make it to the small garbage can that's sitting on the ground next to the bed.

"Ah, the doctor said vomiting was another side effect. I'm sure it will pass soon." Coriolanus says, unbothered as you heave up whatever gunk he had gotten the doctor to pump into your stomach.

You wipe your face with the back of your hand, wishing for something to take away the burning at the back of your throat.

"Alright. Since you're awake now, I'll be leaving. Lots of meetings today and the arena is nearly ready I just have to approve a few more things." Coriolanus says, standing up and fixing his tie as he begins to walk away.

"Wait." You groan, trying to reach out to him

"I'll be back for dinner. I know how much you love to listen to me talk about my day."

Two months later

There's been a certain warmness about you recently. Perhaps it's the flowers he brought you your maybe the fact that he takes the heavy chain off your ankle when he visits you. He decides it's the latter as he watches thumb through the new books he handed you.

"Do you like them?" He asks

"Yes." You smile as you gently place them on your shelf.

You're so effortlessly pretty, even here, locked away from the sunlight and every inch of society. Here, you're all his, every bit of you hinges on him opening the heavy metal door that keeps you here. It's been so long since you had even tried to argue or fight back against him. Sure, the beginning had been rough, you had thrown things at him and had at one point threatened him with a butter knife but now you we so docile. Almost like he had domesticated a wild animal and now it was trained perfectly.

"Could you bring the little cakes tonight?" You ask

"The ones with the powdered sugar on top?"

You nod as you sit on your bed, stretching out your right ankle which is marked with a heavy bruise from the chain he had to put on you. It wasn't what he wanted but after you tried attacking him when he entered the room on the second day of your enclosure, he knew it was a necessity.

"I'll have the chef make extra. We can eat as many as you like and get fat." He teases

You smile at him but he can see something else behind your eyes.

Sadness.

You remind him of a bird with clipped wings. Freedom so effortlessly in reach but unable to fly to reach it.

If only he could trust you enough to let you back into the main floors of the mansion.

Time passes slowly whenever Coriolanus is gone and it gives you time to think. You were going mad, chained up all day, waiting for him to bring you your meals and sit with you at night. So in an effort to chase your impending insanity away, you thought. You thought about your childhood and if things would be different had you never given Coriolanus that stupid bowl of fruit. Perhaps you'd be head of your father's company now, or maybe you'd be married to some elite capitol man.

Your mind was always racing, overanalyzing every little thing and every little mistake you had ever made.

Perhaps you should've never confronted him about those pictures. If you had just slipped out of the mansion one day what would had happened? Maybe he would've caught you or perhaps you would've made it back to your parents, back to your old life and self.

How naive you had been at that gala years ago, thinking that you didn't need anything but Coriolanus. What a stupid girl you had grown up to be.

The past few weeks had been rough. You had been sucking up to Coriolanus to be let back into the main part of the mansion. You claimed to just want to feel sunlight again. Of course, you also planned on running the moment you had an opening but he didn't need to know that half.

Coriolanus was simply insane, it was a conclusion you had come to after all these long days. Maybe he had always been like this but you were just too blind to see it. Maybe his nice gestures and honey-coated words had disguised the monster that lurked behind those eyes. All you knew was that he was the worst man in all of Panem and here you sat, suffering all because you were his favorite.

"My heart burns for you."

What a load of bullshit.

He stays true to his word and arrives that night for dinner, cakes in hand. Silenced Avoxes serve you your food and Coriolanus sits across from you at the table that had mysteriously appeared one night when you were asleep. The chain on your ankle made an unpleasant sound as you shifted in your seat.

"The salmon is nice, isn't it?" Coriolanus asks as he eats

"Yes, it's wonderful. Very buttery." You say, struggling to find exactly what was good about it.

You didn't want salmon, you didn't really want anything anymore, perhaps you were finally giving into whatever game he was playing by keeping you here.

"I've decided to replace the curtains throughout the mansion. I've found the blue to be a bit ugly. Tomorrow there will be beautiful maroon ones hung." He informs you

You had hand-picked the blue ones, years ago.

"I'm sure they will be beautiful." You say looking down at your lap.

Coriolanus stops chewing and sets his silverware down.

"If you're going to mock me, you shouldn't even open your mouth. You know I hate it when you're full of attitude so why do you still try?" He says

It's a warning. You know it, he knows it.

"I know. I was being serious." You say, "I hope I get to see the maroon curtains soon, Coriolanus."

"Coryo." He corrects, placing a bite of food in his mouth

"Coryo." You parrot.

He smiles, pleased with you.

"You will, soon."

Dinner passes slowly as you finish your salmon to the tune of Coriolanus' talking. Something about the latest games being a wonderful success and that the big finale would be either tomorrow or the next. He suggests you watch on the little TV that sits in the corner, untouched, it was something that was added a week ago, specifically so you could watch the games. You promise to watch and he smiles at you again.

Coriolanus bids you goodnight after dessert. He double-checks your chain before straightening up and gently kissing your forehead.

"Goodnight, darling. I'll see you in the morning."

"See you in the morning, Coryo."

The past week had been going nearly perfectly for Coriolanus. Not only had the games been perfect, but you had been impressing him. Sure, a few days ago at dinner you had called him Coriolanus and he nearly lost his cool after he thought you insulted the curtains but that was behind him now.

He had finally concluded that he'd release you from the basement. He missed your presence in the mansion and at the normal dinner table. He wasn't quite sure about letting you have full roam yet, perhaps he'd sedate you during the days and let you walk around at night, when he could personally keep an eye on you before bedtime. The idea of one of the Axoxes watching you didn't sit right, after all, if you ran what would they do? They couldn't even shout for help to bring you back inside.

He was positively giddy as he walked down the many flights of steps that led to where you were. He wanted to show you the greenhouse first. Sure, you had seen it before but the way the roses were blooming recently was simply too good to pass up. He had planted new ones recently too, blushing pink ones that reminded him of you and your warmness to him.

The metal door was cool against his palm as he opened it to reveal your darkened room. The door let out a heavy groan as it shut behind him.

It wasn't uncommon for you to be sleeping when he entered, he often visited during the night and would watch you, as if you were going to disappear. However, this time the darkness confused him. It was the middle of the day, surely you weren't still asleep?

The soft clink of that ridiculous chain filled his ears as he stepped towards the lamp that sat on your shelf.

"Are you hiding from me, darling?" He asked into the darkness, ready to scoop you up and hold you close.

Silence answered his question as his eyes tried to focus on anything.

The softest rustle of fabric fills his ears as he quickly turns to his right. The slightest shimmer of color reaches his eyes, illuminated by what little light wormed its way under the door. It's you, in that sweater you often wore.

"I see you." He says reaching out to what he thinks might be your arm. "What a pretty shade of blue that is. I'll have a designer make a dress in that color for you."

He swears he hears you whisper his name but perhaps it was just in his head as he steps forward.

Coriolanus feels the smile that was on his face drop into his stomach when he hears it again, the rustle of fabric. You were behind him now.

His hands twitch one, then twice, and before he can react, you're there, in front of him again, anger polluting your pretty face.

His lips form your name but it never leaves his mouth. Instead, the cool metal of that chain he had intended on removing was cutting his vocal cords off.

The chain he hated putting on you, the chain you had desperately tried to claw off many times as he watched through a grainy video feed was rapidly wrapping its way around his neck, ready to destroy him.

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Hi bbg can u write a reverse comfort with Lilia and Ruggie (comforting lilia + ruggie ) where they think the reader does NOT like them back because they’re always seen with another person so They confront them and turns out they like each other !! Basically it’s overall fluff + angst !!

a/n: MY FAVOURITE READER HAS ARRIVED ,.,,,,,, i MAY be biased. ANYWAYYYY HERE U GO ALSO IM SO SO SO SORRY I GOT WRITER'S BLOCK. IM EMBARRASSED OF MYSELF SORRRYRYRYYR --- ALSO ... I TWEAKED IT A LITTLE BIT TO FIT THE WAY I'D THINK IT WOULD GO, SO SORRY IF ITS NOT TO UR LIKING

CW; BOOK 7 SPOILERS IN LILIA'S PART (if you dont want to read it, skip the first and second paragraph!!!)

🦇 LILIA VANROUGE

Lilia never really had time for romance. Between the war and the constant paranoia of being on the receiving end of an ambush, he never let himself lower his walls - to truly form an intimate bond with somebody that wasn't immediate family.

Infact, during the war, falling in love was one of the worst things that could happen: It meant having an open weakness. And if that person never came back, you wouldn't have time to wallow in despair since they'd immediately call you next to the front lines. It was one of the worst things to happen to somebody, and Lilia, therefore, found no interest in bonding in such a way. It would be truly unwise, especially since he had to lead an army. He'd have to split his attention between the army and the partner of choice, and he wasn't gonna add to his workload just for fun.

Now, it's all different. Times have changed, and instead of worrying about whether you'll survive the day tomorrow and what you will eat, you worry if your homework is due today or tomorrow at midnight, and if the test's results are gonna be coming back soon. Yes, almost everything has changed, but Lilia never really let his past ways go. Old habits die hard, as they say. (Especially after Meleanor and Levan...)

Well, they did until he met you. Sure, it wasn't love at first sight - more like, interest at first sight. But with time, he truly did feel as though you were an old friend. With time, he started letting his walls down and truly enjoy life with somebody beside him.

Now, he knew of your little crush on him. Why? Well, it was quite obvious. The way you'd fidget when you were around him, or how your eyes seemed to shine when you saw him loitering around in your peripherals. Yes, it was quite obvious. But on the other side, his own affection was, on your end, left unnoticed. It was fun to flawlessly conceal his own beating heart and the blinding grin he'd let out whenever you gave him a compliment - while also, at the same time, giving you mixed signals. He'd have no hand in you later realizing he was a lot more buddy-buddy with blurred boundaries with you than others, even though he denied all allegations. The game of cat and mouse was just too amusing, and he wanted to keep it going for as long as he could.

Everything you did drew him in, and your sweetness left him wanting for more. In his old age, he didn't feel like he should indulge in this, but your honeyed smile and warm embrace held a tight grip on his heart, and so he relented. The heart wants what it wants, he'd say.

Well, for as long as he could, that's true. He knew it would have to end someday, but it would've been better on his own accord. Well, he'd muse. Guess the fun has to finish one day. And today's the day, as much as he may loathe it, somewhat.

Recently, you've been hanging out with someone. He didn't even bother remembering their name, as they were so unimportant he just didn't feel like even putting the minimal effort to put an identity to that face. He didn't want to be petty, but when the person's "hanging out" times bled into his own alone time with you, that truly did the trick. Behind a toothy smile hid a thin-veiled annoyance that stuck to him like tar and ink. It made his nose twitch in annoyance, but he quickly smoothed it all over and kept his composure. He'd let the person have their fun with you for a while, but if they overstepped they'd be done for.

But at the same time, he'd started doubting himself. If he were his past self, he'd be absolutely scandalized that he'd let himself stoop so low as to not trust his own instinct, and he was sure that you were still somewhat interested in him, but the way you kept spending time with that person, and the way you'd immediately stop everything and help them, and the way you'd share laughs with them almost like you did with him... It was getting increasingly harder to keep his calm. (he's in denial, he was never calm.)

Next course of action? Talk to you. For the first time in a while - he'd open up to you, and tell you what he truly felt. He didn't want to be the one to talk about this, but since the problem wasn't going away, he'd have to take drastic measures. At the time he was sure you did like him back, but now it was all up in the air due to that uninvited variable. Maybe he was still sour about the game you were playing with him having an early end. (No, he's sour about someone trying to steal you away. But he knew that very well.)

And that leads to... Right now. The wind seemed to be trying to soothe him, but his thoughts were entirely elsewhere. On another dimension, where he thought about the way you talked to him and the way you always seemed joyous with him. But... Maybe he read it wrong? He scoffed at his own insecurity, but in a silent, small part of his mind... He'd still think about it. No one can grow if they don't admit they're wrong once in a while, yeah? Even though he thought he did all the growth he needed in his youth. Guess there's always room for improvement.

His bat refined hearing immediately picked up on you jogging over to him, and he quickly went back to his bright persona, but unlike with others, it was a little more relaxed. Dare I say, more real.

Your beaming smile, and your soft demeanor made him feel a little less on edge, and he thought that maybe, it'd be alright. That you truly did see something in him. He loathed being so vulnerable, but this wasn't a war zone. You wouldn't mercilessly use him and his feelings, you weren't the kind of person to do that. So, he waited for you.

On your end, you were excited to see Lilia. With all the hanging around you did with your new lab partner you'd been randomly paired with, you hadn't had time to give him the attention you desperately wanted to give him. He wasn't used to you not spending every bit of your day with him, you'd joke to yourself. Maybe he will demand an explanation, with a dramatic flair, of course. He'd always had a penchant for the theatrics.

But the moment you stepped in front of him, you noticed... something, in his expression. Now, everyone who'd hear you say that would side eye you because, on what basis are you saying that? Well... The vibe was off. He wasn't as cheerful as usual, and with how long you've been talking with him, you knew a few of his tells. All of this, on what basis? Well, on a best friend basis, of course. Even though, you'd prefer a title more intimate... But that's something that no one will catch you dead saying.

"My dear bestie!" And thus, his theatrics ensued. You cringed a bit at his use of modern slang, but it was endearing nonetheless.

You chuckled a bit but still greeted him with a quick "Hi Lilia!", afterwards - addressing the elephant in the room. "What's up? Any news?" You inquired.

His grin beamed, and he played up his tone of voice, making it a bit exxagerated. "Oh there is something up!" You definitely agreed with him. Something was up. And it was something wrong.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"You left me alone for oh so long! You'd do that to a cutie like me?" Why was he being so weird?

You were a bit put off by him acting so weird. "Lilia, what's really up? Please tell me."

His face soured, and the thin curtains opened for a second. You saw how he was internally berating himself for something, and how he was truly annoyed. It was a mix and match of emotions that you didn't quite get, so you waited for Lilia to explain himself when he'd be comfortable doing so. The curtains closed, and his eyes kept boring holes into you.

"What do you mean? I'm perfectly okay!"

You bit your lip, and tilted your head slightly. "Come on, what's up?" You squinted your eyes, and he decided that enough was enough, no more games.

"Do you like your new friend?"

The question shocked you, but you didn't let it show. Looking at his face... It didn't seem like he was joking... What was the best course of action? You didnt know, but you decided to stall the conversation to understand what was going on.

Your question was probably futile, but you tried anyway. "As a friend?"

"You know what I meant."

You glanced around, and feeling a bit embarrassed you tried to reason with him. "Come on Lilia, I-" The cutoff was quick, and he immediately asked the question again.

"Do you?"

He wouldn't let it go if you didn't tell him the truth. And so, with a bit of red dusted on your cheeks, you answered his query.

"No, I don't."

The silence was overbearing, and the way Lilia studied you made you want to hide in a hole and forget all of this. But you soldiered on, keeping a brave face and waiting for his move.

His eyes seemed to light up after a while, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Why so tense?" His light chuckles helped to alleviate the tension in the air, but you still thought that maybe... It was time to pop the question.

Lilia would've never, ever seen that coming. "Now why would I answer that first? You first-"

"Do you like me?"

And with renewed courage, you answered.

"I do."

His shock shined through, and he dropped all notions of dancing around the topic. His jaw was almost ajar, and he looked at you like a newborn hearing the sounds of nature for the first time.

Then, his grin came back at full force. But this version... It was sweeter. Like a childhood blanket enveloping you. Or your favorite candy from your childhood.

"I love you too."

And with that, he held your hand and smiled at you, the best smile you'd ever seen. He didn't need to know who was near you all the time, because he knew your heart belonged to him. And so did his, to you.

BONUS

("I knew it! Never shall I doubt my instincts again!"

"Uh oh... Your ego grew 10x in size."

"You say that, but you're still here!"

"Yeah, I am <3" )

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Being from the slums isn't for the weak hearted, to put it lightly. Falling in love was a luxury few could afford - while sharing meals with somebody and having more manpower sounded cool and all, you're never truly sure if the other will one day just up and go with all the stuff you've gathered. Ruggie never wanted to gamble when it came to his belongings, so he didn't take the risk during those times. When he came to Night Raven College, he still found no reason to fall in love, it wasn't like people would really lower their walls easily, and he didn't feel like putting all the effort in doing just that. Plus, everyone was all so slimy, and to love you'd have to also lower your own walls - no doubt they'd take advantage of him. Overall, not an advantageous position, so no way.

🐆 RUGGIE

That's what he used to think. You... changed his view, somewhat. Of course, he didn't fall immediately like some fairytale. Unlearning all his instincts would be a death wish, and that would've been an insult to every hyena and beastman that was from the streets - he just had a bit of interest. He knew the stakes, so he didn't try his luck too much.

You showed him kindness, a warmth that was rarely, if ever, genuine. You weren't a happy go lucky like those snobs from Royal Sword Academy, but you weren't exactly gloomy either. You were, different. You showed him a world he'd never dreamt of seeing, and you were way too in the role to be lying to him. Still, being cautious was never a wrong move.

To be honest, his first thoughts were to just use your kindness. He, at the time, held no hard feelings about taking advantage of you. Lets be real, he never expected someone to just blatantly give him some warmth and not be expecting him to not even have at least one thought about what he could do with that, and not in a nice way.

But you were clever. You didn't let him take any chances, and you didn't let him backstab you. You were always one step ahead, and to his attempts at stealing and using you? You didn't bat one eye. He should've been deterred, but... Why? why are you making him feel so protective over you? Was it a mishap during potionology? What's this... warmth?

With time, he began to begrudgingly accept your kindness as it is, with no catches. He didn't try to find any flaws in your walls, and didn't try to use you as much as before. Food was game, though. You couldn't delete that part of Ruggie even if you tried. It was hardwired into his skull since day one.

He was in constant denial of his feelings, escaping all confrontation inside and outside his mind, and living "blissfully unaware" until it came to bite him in the ass. And when did that happen? You guessed it. Today.

Not exactly today, your switch up happened a week or so ago. It was more like, his tolerance ended today.

Long story short? you began hanging out with this no name low rep student, and you ditched your (self proclaimed) best friend. Now that was the plot twist of the century!

Had you... began to think he's using you? Well, the food part is obvious. But he never used you in other aspects! Well... You didn't give him a chance to, but that's just details. And now he's so attached (hurts to say, but denial cant go any longer) so even if he uses you he doesnt know how'd that end on his side. Seeing you get all chummy with... that. hurt him more than he'd like to admit.

He wasn't sure if he should've talked to you and just upped and confessed, but he also reasoned that he'd lose the free food. (and something more.), so... he waited for a bit. And he waited. And waited...

Each day, he felt more and more high strung. What was that no good scum doing? Why was he hogging you all to himself? What was he planning? Now, you don't even come over at lunch and hang out with him while giving him some of your food. You just... Go and sit with that idiot.

That's it, he thought. He would tell you that he wasn't okay with you breaking your (made up) deal of giving him food. Using stupid excuses, of course. You'd see right through him, but he'd try anyway.

And then, came the fateful day. He texted you to come over, and you did. The classroom was empty when you arrived, other than the hyena beastman looking a bit nervous.

He looked at you and gave you his trademark grin, before breaking into an exasperated facade, shrugging his shoulders and acting like a parent with a child.

"Wow, have been so caught up hanging out with your newest 'friend' that you forgot about the original!" He found himself emphasizing the word 'friend' with a slight snark that'd be missed if you hadn't known him for so long. That immediately caught your attention, but to be sure, you let him speak to hear what he had to say.

Ruggie noted the silence and kept going, finding no reason to just make the conversation die already. "Listen, you can't go back on our deal-" "-I chose to give you food out of my free will-" "-and expect me to not say anything!" Cutting you off while talking was uncalled for, you'd think. But you didn't care all that much. This was pretty amusing.

His stance changed, and he furrowed his eyebrows while folding his left arm near his chest with a dramatic flair. "Gotta eat someway! How could you just leave poor ol' me to fend for myself? Did you realize how hungry I was?-" "-I saw you stealing food-" "-How could you be so cruel!" His ear twitched, and with time he realized he wasn't getting anywhere. You weren't buying it, as expected. But... You looked amused. He was glad you were enjoying yourself. Wait! Focus. He wanted to get rid of that person stealing you, and he got into the role so he had to see it to the end. Definitely not doing this for you to have fun, too.

"So, you wouldn't let your poor friend starve, right?" ... "Well, tell you what, I know a way to let you save me.

"Well, I cant."

What?

"What?" Inside his mind, he was panicking. Did he just lose his chance? He needed to keep a cool head. But... It was getting increasingly harder. Why? Why can't you?

"Come on... I know I don't have the best reputation, but give it some thought? Please?"

"Sorry, but can't." For now, at least. you thought.

He was getting more and more desperate, something new for him. He'd never been desperate for anything but food and money. Being desperate for a person? Now that was new. And he wasn't sure how to take it.

But right now, he knew that his friendship (gosh how he hoped for more...) with you might be in danger, and he had to find a way to keep you with him, and fast.

"Hey hey hey. What about, I give you 5% of all my income? pretty good odds, right?" His trademark grin would've persuaded you, if it hadn't a hidden side to it. He seemed nervous. You thought it was funny how desperate he was for the miniscule bits of free food.

"Not interested, again. Sorry, but can't really negotiate this."

His grin wavered, and his eyes kept looking at you, looking more and more weary and worried by the minute. "Hey. Think about it." His voice was about to crack, but that wouldn't have been very persuasive, wouldn't it?

Free food, huh. you thought. Why is he so adamant on this?

"Please." His pleading made you stop what you were thinking. What? That sounded way too real. Why?

"Why are you so insistent?"

"Because I love you!"

The silence in the room was overwhelming, and your shocked expression made him like he did the dumbest thing ever. Before he could say that it was a joke, you immediately replied.

"I love you too, Ruggie."

Another whiplash. He... Didn't expect to lash out like that.

"Funny joke. Real funny." His unbelieving gaze kept its place looking into your eyes, searching any tells of you lying. But... You didn't seem to be lying. His shock must've showed on his face, because you immediately rebutted.

"Ruggie, I love you. I truly do, I love all of you." Your gaze kept firm, and for the first time in a long time, Ruggie felt... Loved. Safe? It... was difficult to sift through and understand an emotion newly discovered. He never thought something like this would happen to him someday. He was still expecting you to get out a camera and say that it was all a joke. But as he waited, you... Didn't seem to have anything like that in mind.

He didn't cry, but you held his hand. And you promised to not leave him. And you told him that this wouldn't change anything, and that it's okay that he was jealous. It was weird for him, but he felt... Content.

Somehow, you made a hyena from the streets, one of the most elusive and mischievous species living on the streets, infatuated with you. Guess he did get a happy ending he never even dreamed of, huh?

BONUS

(Later that day, he found out that the person who led to all of this was actually a friend that was helping you set up a shop outside school so Ruggie could also work a bit at an honest job. Cue to him getting embarrassed and trying to brush it all off)

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[pedroscurls]

second chances | pt. 4

Character(s): Marcus Pike x fem!Reader Summary: You and Marcus go to IKEA and confessions are made. Word count: 3.1k A/N: Shout out to the anon who gave me the idea about those plushies! I hope you all enjoyed this part. I know it's a slow burn, but the wait will be worth it! I promise🫶 Warning: None.  SERIES MASTERLIST - ultimate masterlist

“Good night, angel.” 

You couldn’t get it out of your head. Couldn’t get Marcus out of your head. Couldn’t get the feeling of having his arms around you out of your head. You try to sleep, try to get some rest, but you’re lying in your bed, staring up at your ceiling with thoughts of him. Finding someone you were interested in wasn’t ever part of your plan once you moved to DC. You had put all your focus into your new job that you didn’t anticipate him, didn’t expect someone to occupy your thoughts most of the time. 

You hear your phone vibrate, pulling you out of your thoughts but when you see his name on the screen, your heart flutters. It’s surprising to you at how much of an effect Marcus has on you. You and Marcus exchanged numbers about a week after meeting each other and when you were both away at work, you’d send each other scattered texts throughout the day. 

But rarely did you ever receive a text from him once you were both home. 

It was well after one in the morning and when you open the text, you immediately grin. 

Marcus: Figured after IKEA, we can grab a bite to eat? If you’d like. 

You wonder if he knows you’re awake. You wonder if he’s having trouble sleeping too. You wonder if he’s excited to spend the day with you tomorrow. 

So, without hesitating, you type a reply.

You know, we both said we should call it a night… Looks like neither of us can sleep. But I’d love to grab something to eat after IKEA, Marcus. 

You’re about to put your phone down but Marcus replies just as quickly. 

Marcus: What can I say? I’m pretty excited to spend the day with you. 

You blush and smile so big that it reaches your eyes. He’s just right next door and you want so badly to just leave your apartment and go to his, to be in the comfort of his arms. Being so close to him earlier that night made your stomach do flips. His arms are so strong, yet so gentle when he wrapped them around you. 

I’m excited too, Marcus. 

Marcus: Okay, we should really get some rest. I’ll see you later. 

Night, Marcus. 

Marcus: Sweet dreams, angel. 

You want to scream, want to kick your feet in the air with such excitement because your heart is so full of joy right now. The pet name hadn’t just slipped out of his mouth earlier. He meant to say it. 

You set your phone aside and shut your eyes, forcing yourself to at least get some sleep before later today. 

—

Marcus couldn’t sleep. All he could think about was having you in his apartment and how well you just fit right in with him. He can still hear your laugh, see your smile, feel your arms wrap around him and he wants more of it. Wants more of you. He still tries to tell himself that nothing can happen, that he doesn’t want to get hurt again, but he feels a pull whenever he thinks about you, whenever he sees you. It’s something he hasn’t ever felt before, not with his ex-wife and certainly not with Lisbon. 

He tries to tell himself to ignore his feelings, to just be your friend, but it becomes increasingly difficult whenever you look at him with such hopeful and excited eyes. He knows that you’re interested in him, knows that there’s an obvious mutual attraction, and he certainly appreciates that you’re not pushing anything further. Instead, you’re going at his pace, allowing him to set the boundaries. 

But Marcus does really like you. 

And when he called you angel, Marcus had noticed the way your eyes lit up, the blush slowly appearing on your cheeks and while it had come out on accident, he found himself realizing that he wanted to say it every chance he could get. 

Truthfully, he couldn’t wait to spend the day with you. His mind continues to go back and forth between the possibility of creating something more with you and the possibility of getting hurt all over again. He feels something whenever he’s around you, a slight tug on his heart, a certain type of pull towards you, and more often than not, you occupy most of his thoughts when you’re not around. 

There’s something about you that makes Marcus realize that this could be something real. Realer than it was with his ex-wife and certainly more real than what he had with Lisbon. 

—

It takes you multiple outfit changes for you to finally settle on something more casual, more relaxed and your bedroom is a complete mess due to the scattered clothes on your bed and floor. You’re scrambling to get the door when you hear a couple of knocks, knowing that it’s Marcus. 

You take a quick look at yourself and let out a nervous sigh. You’re dressed in light denim jeans, a cropped white, high neck tank top, and a navy blue oversized cardigan. You didn’t have enough time to fix your hair, so you grab a hair clip and put your hair up into it, a few strands falling in front of your face. 

Finally opening the front door, Marcus is standing there with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s dressed just as casually too – dark jeans and a dark gray shirt. You look up at him, taking note of the fabric of his shirt stretching over his thick arms and he’s smiling at you, big enough that the dimple on his right cheek makes an appearance yet again. 

“Hey,” he says. “You ready to go?” 

You nod and grab your bag to sling it across your body. You step out of your apartment, locking it behind you and then flashing Marcus a thumbs up. “All set.” 

“Great, you want me to drive?” 

“Will that be okay?” 

Marcus nods. “Of course. I’ve been meaning to show you around DC too, so maybe we can do that once we’re done with IKEA and grabbing a bite to eat.” 

You lead him towards the elevator doors and you click the down button, waiting for the doors to open. You look over at him and smile. “You want to spend the whole day with me?” you say hopefully. 

Marcus nods, looking deeply into your eyes. He gently pushes the fallen strands of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. He’s well aware now of the close proximity and how the color in your cheeks slowly begin to get pinker. 

“Of course I want to spend the day with you. Do you want to spend the day with me?” he asks quietly. 

You find that you’re stepping closer to him and you’re about to bring your hand up to rest over his, but the sound of the elevator doors open and his hand drops back to his side. 

Taking a deep breath, you follow him into the elevator and press the button to the car garage. “Well, I did invite you, didn’t I?” you tease, trying to shake the lingering tension and the fact that he literally just tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. 

“Fair point,” Marcus chuckles. You both lean against the wall of the elevator and Marcus stands so close to you that your hand continues to brush against his, but he keeps his eyes focused straight ahead as the elevator begins to descend. 

“So, any idea on what you might be looking for when we get there?” You ask, trying to ignore the fact that he’s so close to you. 

“Nope,” he answers. “I guess you can say I’m gonna go in with an open mind. What about you?” 

“I really want some art work, maybe some frames. Ooh,” you say, almost like an invisible light bulb appears above your head. “Maybe an ottoman.”

Marcus laughs quietly and looks over at you. “So, it sounds like you have no idea what you’re looking for either.”

You narrow your eyes playfully and then cross your arms over your chest, pouting. “At least I have some idea.” 

“You’re cute when you pout. Now, come on.” Marcus winks. The elevator doors open and he steps out, leading you towards his car. Once there, he opens the passenger door for you and waits until you’re seated inside before he shuts the door. 

“Such a gentleman,” you smile, buckling your seatbelt and looking over at him when he climbs into the driver’s seat. 

“Thought we already established that,” he chuckles. “You ready?” 

You nod with a smile. “Let’s go.”

—

About half an hour later, you and Marcus are walking side by side into IKEA. There’s quite a lot of people already and you notice how Marcus is looking around, careful not to bump into anyone or get into anyone’s personal space. So instead, you take the initiative and reach for his hand, leading him up the stairs and towards the “beginning” of the store. 

Marcus looks down at your hands and he has to resist the urge to lace his fingers with yours. This is innocent enough and he appreciates you leading the way because being in a store like this is out of Marcus’s element. 

Once at the top of the stairs, he sees a variety of couches on display, but what catches his eye are the handful of living room displays specifically. It’s straight out of a catalog and he feels you pull him towards one of the displays, only letting go of his hand when you realize it’s only the two of you in the small space. 

“Oh, this is nice,” you say, arms swinging at your sides as you plop down onto the dark gray couch. “Come sit.” 

Marcus smiles and sits next to you, arm draped at the back of the couch as you lean against him. “It’s nice. Comfy.” 

In addition to the couch, there’s a wooden coffee table sitting in front of the both of you along with a TV placed atop of a wooden TV stand with three cabinets below. It’s very modern, but while you usually would take your time imagining certain displays in your home, all you can think about is the man next to you. 

“Yeah, but I’m still on the lookout for an ottoman.” 

Marcus chuckles and then stands up from the couch. He reaches out a hand for you to take and looks down at you. “Well then, we’re not going to find one just by sitting here.” 

“But the best part about IKEA is imagining that all of this belongs to you,” you giggle, taking his hand and standing up from the couch. 

“We could be here for hours then,” he teases.

“Exactly.” 

“Wait,” Marcus says, walking to catch up to you once you begin walking away. “We’re not going to be here for hours though, right?” 

“Why? Got other plans?” you tease.

“Well,” Marcus chuckles. “I really want to take you to this really nice restaurant tonight, but… If you want to spend our day here, that’s fine with me.”

“No! A really nice restaurant sounds good to me.” 

“I thought so,” he winks. “Now, let’s go find you an ottoman.” 

This time, Marcus is the one that takes your hand and leads the way. You blush immediately and follow him eagerly. Walking around with him like this feels so normal. It just feels like a regular day you would spend with your boyfriend, looking at things to buy to decorate your home. You catch yourself staring at him more often than you should, especially since he seems to be clearly focused on helping you find an ottoman. 

You pull away from him only when you see the displays for the kitchens appear. Grinning excitedly, you make your way to the display that catches your eye almost instantly. You let your fingers dance along the wooden countertop of the kitchen counter, imagining that this was your kitchen. The color of the black cabinets are black with wooden countertops. It’s a modern take of an old traditional kitchen farmhouse. 

Marcus leans against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest and smiles at you. “You like this one, I take it?” 

“I do,” you smile. “I really like the black cabinets and the wooden countertop accents.” 

“I can imagine you cooking in a kitchen like this.”

“Yeah?” 

Marcus nods, coming around the kitchen island to stand next to you. “This is also the type of kitchen I’d like in my own place too.” 

You bite your lower lip and look up at him. “Seems like we both have good tastes.”

“Seems like it,” Marcus rests a hand on the counter and leans in closer to you. “What would be the first thing you’d make in a kitchen like this?” 

“Hmm, if you’re coming over, definitely my pesto pasta.” 

Marcus grins and thinks back to the first time he had dinner with you, how you had invited him over to make sure he would have something to eat. “Oh, that is my favorite.”

You bite your lower lip and step closer to him, clearly in his personal space as you look up at him. The front of your bodies barely graze one another before the sound of a family enters the kitchen display. Suddenly, you’re very aware of how close and intimate you are with him and you both take a step back, giving each other some distance. 

“Ottoman?” you ask. 

“Yeah, let’s keep looking.”

—

You and Marcus had been at IKEA for almost an hour with no luck in finding an ottoman that you liked. Truthfully, Marcus doesn’t want this day to end. Stopping at almost each display that IKEA had gives him a glimpse of what life could be like with you. How sitting in that living room at the beginning makes him think of movie nights, cuddling on the couch or how seeing you stand in that kitchen display makes him imagine coming home every day to see you cooking dinner. This – It all feels so real and so normal with you. 

Deciding that you might not leave with an ottoman today, you spend the rest of the hour just browsing around with Marcus. It isn’t until you get to the children’s area that you come up with an idea and make a beeline towards the variety of stuffed animals they have on display. 

Marcus follows you casually, hands in his pockets, as he finds your smile and happiness so infectious. “Planning on getting stuff for your classroom?”

“No…” you say, looking through the variety of animals. 

“Ah, so for your apartment?” 

“Something like that…”

“It’s too bad they don’t make quokkas as stuffed animals,” Marcus points out.

“Quokkas?” 

“Yeah. You know, from Australia, known to be the ‘happiest animal’ in the world because of how cute they look.” 

“I know what quokkas are…” you chuckle. “But what made you think of quokkas?” 

“You.”

“Me?” you ask, looking up at him. “Why?”

“Well, because you’re cute.” Marcus chuckles. “And whenever you get excited about something or talk about your job, your eyes get so big and you get this biggest grin on your face. It’s cute. Like a quokka.” 

You blush and shake your head, biting your lower lip. “Yeah, yeah.” you playfully roll your eyes and go back to looking in the bin of stuffed animals and then grab two teddy bears. You lift it up in his direction and grin. “One for you and one for me?” 

“Great,” Marcus grins, taking both of the stuffed animals in his hand. “On me.” 

“Wait, Marcus, no–”

“Come on.” Marcus interrupts, using his free hand to take yours into his own. “I’m starving.” 

“We can get meatballs here?”

Marcus shakes his head. “Nope. I’ve got a spot in mind.

“Okay, but can we get ice cream before we leave? IKEA has a small food court and it’s like tradition that I leave with an ice cream cone, but if–”

“See,” Marcus grins. “Cute.” 

—

Once you and Marcus check out, you lead him towards the small food court and wait in line. He’s holding the two stuffed teddy bears in his arm while still keeping a hold on your hand. You look up at him and bite your lower lip, feeling the courage to slowly lace your fingers with his own. 

Marcus’s attention moves from the menu to look down at you once he feels your fingers entwine with his. He sees your lower lip between your teeth and you’re looking up at him nervously, as if you’re trying to gauge if this was okay, if holding your hand like this was fine with him. 

He doesn’t say anything. Marcus just steps closer to you and gives your hand a gentle squeeze. “So, just a vanilla ice cream cone?” 

“Yeah,” you nod. “Tradition.”

Marcus smiles. “A tradition you created or…”

“Something me and my family would always do after an IKEA trip.” you smile to yourself, running the pad of your thumb across the back of his hand. 

“Would you all get a vanilla ice cream cone?” he chuckles.

“No, just me, but they would get their cinnamon rolls.” 

Marcus smiles and gently takes your joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft and gentle kiss on the back of your hand. “I want you to know that I’d like to get to know more about you,” he confesses. “If that’s okay.”

You nod almost too quickly, biting the inside of your cheek. You’re staring so deeply into his dark brown eyes that everything around the both of you seems to slowly disappear. “I’d like that, a lot.”

Marcus smiles. “Great. So, tonight… Would you like to go out on a date?” 

“Oh, to that really nice restaurant you mentioned?” you smile. 

Marcus chuckles and nods, letting your hands now drop back down. “Yes, to that really nice restaurant.” 

“Of course, Marcus, but can we still grab lunch?” 

He grins. “Well, we did say we were gonna spend the day together. That includes lunch.” 

Your cheeks are hurting from smiling so big, but you can’t help it. You’re so happy and you lean against his arm, keeping a hold on his hand. “I just want to make sure that you still–”

Marcus looks down at you and gently presses a kiss on your forehead. “I like spending time with you, angel. Being around you just– I feel happier, lighter…”

You let out a contented sigh and nod, wrapping your free arm around his and holding him close to you. “I can’t believe we’re expressing our feelings while waiting in line at IKEA’s food court.” 

He lets out a quiet laugh and then kisses the crown of your head. “Well, I was gonna tell you how I felt regardless.” 

“And just so we’re clear,” you say softly. “I like spending time with you too, Marcus, and… I really do like you.”

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[zegrasdrysdale]

[ christmas kisses ] c. caufield

day nine of malia’s christmas fic marathon

paring : Cole Caufield x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) teaches Cole how to wrap presents

warning(s) : slightly nsfw ! suggestive content, heavy makeout, mostly fluffy tho

author’s note : moving right along lol

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She gets the call as she’s wrapping gifts for her family. A panicked Cole is on the other end of the line.

“(Y/N), I need your help,” Cole says as soon as she picks up the phone. “I’m just now realizing that I have no idea how to wrap presents when I have about a dozen to wrap. Nick isn’t here to help me so can you come over to help if you’re not busy?”

With a glance at the five more gifts she had to wrap, she decides that they can wait until tonight because her family isn’t flying in until tomorrow. “Yeah,” she replies. “I can be there in ten minutes.”

“You are the best friend in the entire world,” Cole sighs. “Thank you.”

“Mhm,” she hums. “See you in a little bit.”

The line goes dead and she finishes wrapping her mom’s gift. As soon as she’s done, she grabs the closest hoodie and her pair of Crocs before heading out the door to go to Cole and Nick’s apartment.

As she sits in the Uber from her apartment to Cole’s, she thinking about “the best friend in the entire world” that Cole said to her.

For years, (Y/N) has hidden her feelings for the Montreal winger. Cole has never seemed to reciprocate those feelings and constantly friendzones her. She’s terrified to tell him about her feelings because of their friendship.

She doesn’t want to lose him over something she can’t control. She represses her feelings every time she sees him because she’s afraid that she’s going to say or do something that will expose how she feels.

That’s the last thing she wants.

Ten minutes goes by a lot quicker than she would like. The Uber pulls up to Cole’s apartment building and she thanks the driver. (Y/N) texts Cole that she’s on her way up.

Cole is opening the door when the elevator opens and she walks toward the apartment.

“I owe you my life,” Cole tells her when she walks into the apartment. “Seriously.”

“I’m not staying for long, Cole,” she replies. “I’m going to show you what to do then you’re on your own. I can’t come over here every time Nick isn’t here to wrap your presents for you.”

The door shuts behind both of them and (Y/N) walks to the gift filled dining room table. Cole walks up beside her and says, “I still appreciate you coming over to help. I know you’re getting ready for your family to come over.”

She looks over at him and he shoots her a smile. “You know I’d do anything for you,” she reminds him. “I do have a few more gifts to wrap for tomorrow so let me show you what to do so I can get back home.”

Cole nods and hands her one of the boxes. She grabs a roll of wrapping paper and measures it out to make sure it’ll fit the box just right.

Then she demonstrates what to do. Cole watches with interest as she wraps the first gift. She tries not to have a reaction to Cole’s eyes on her.

“That’s how you wrap a present,” she happily says when she’s done. He looks up at Cole, who still looks confused. “Oh my God, Cole. It’s not that hard. Grab a box while I cut a piece of wrapping paper.”

He listens to her instructions and grabs a box. She places it in the middle of the piece of paper. (Y/N) shoves one of the rolls of tape at him and he takes it. “You act like I know what to do,” he tells her.

“Take one of the sides and fold it over half the box,” she tells him. Cole listens to her. “Tape it down so it doesn’t move on you when you go to fold the other side.” He does what she says.

He listens to everything she says, until it’s time to fold the sides. They work on it together.

She tries not to react every single time their fingers touch. She does glance up at him and finds it very hard not to say how cute he looks while he’s focused. Cole looks down at her and she watches his face get red.

“How does it look?” she asks.

“Really good,” Cole mumbles. His eyes are on her when he says it.

That’s when she’s realized she’s completely pressed against his side. She goes to move away and Cole follows her. “What are you doing?” she softly asks.

There’s a quick moment of fear in his eyes as he says, “I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry. I thought you felt it too.”

“Felt what?” She wants to hear him say it.

Cole hesitates for a second before motioning between the two of them. “This,” he admits. “Us. I think I read the whole thing wrong.”

Her head immediately begins to shake and she turns so she is facing him. “You haven’t read anything wrong,” she admits to him. “Cole, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for some indication that you liked me and wanted more than just a friendship.”

“(Y/N), I have probably been in love with you since the day we met,” he admits. “I’ve been terrified to tell you. I had no idea you felt the same way.”

An involuntary smile breaks out on her face. She can’t believe this is happening.

“Can I kiss you?” Cole asks, voice quiet.

After a small nod from (Y/N), he leans down and presses a soft kiss to her lips. Cole pulls back to make sure she’s okay.

It’s a quick kiss to test out the waters and cross the line that they’ve both apparently been flirting with for years. She meets his eyes for a second before Cole leans in for a second kiss. This one is deeper and more intense than the last kiss.

(Y/N) wraps her arms around Cole’s neck so he can’t pull away again. He presses her body against his and one of Cole’s hands flies to her waist.

Her heart is pounding in her chest and she hopes that he can’t feel it. Their friendship is evolving into something more. It’s changing with every kiss they share.

She couldn’t be more excited and terrified.

To get a better angle, Cole wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her up to she’s sitting on the table. He’s standing between her knees and she keeps their bodies pressed together.

Now that she’s had him like this and touched him like this, she isn’t sure that she ever wants to let him go. It doesn’t seem like Cole wants to let her go either.

She has a grip on the collar of his shirt. Cole moves his hips against hers, and she lets out a soft whine. “Coley,” she mumbles against his lips. “Please.”

His hands slide around to the back of her neck. His fingers find a home in the hair on the back of her neck. Cole pulls back and (Y/N) chases his lips.

“Not today,” he tells her. She pouts and his thumb traces her bottom lip. “I can come over when your parents leave tomorrow. I don’t leave for Carolina until Wednesday.”

(Y/N) smiles and nods. “Can we go back to kissing now?” she asks. “I want kisses for Christmas.”

Cole laughs and happily brings their lips together again.

He’s like a drug, and now she can’t get enough of him.

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freminet teaches you how to swim!

[ the pro-diver x the not-so-coordinated y/n ]

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enjoy the story! ≽^•⩊•^≼

❀ you adored your blossoming relationship between you and freminet. but the problem is, you can't swim. how will you accompany him in the water if you can only manage to go two feet in? ah.. this calls for swimming lessons! will he give them to you? you wanted nothing more than to spend time with your boyfriend doing the thing he loves most. plus, you've been needing to be taught this skill for a long time coming, not only for freminet, but for your own safety! no more floaties, y/n~!

❀ you were on a date with him one day, well, it was more of you tagging along with him as he went to dive and log his discoveries, but he enjoyed greeting you at the shore and playing in the shallow end with you at times. freminet would pop up out of the water just to see your pretty face and hang around you for a bit until he went back in again.

❀ you usually loved to pick out the best seashells for him, digging them out of the warm sand. he would end up keeping every single one and held them in a keepsake box. your heart just fluttered thinking about it, but you wanted more than to just stay behind and find trinkets on land.

as the two of you were on the way home for the night, you asked him the question.

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"hey, freminet?" you pique his interest.

"yes? is something wrong? i apologize if you were getting bored.. we can do something else tomorrow." he sighed, instinctively putting his walls up.

“not at all. in fact, i wanted to ask you a favor. can you please teach me how to swim?” you asked him, hopes high and eyes gleaming. you were so excited to finally try and learn, and who better than him to teach you? he’s the best diver in all of fontaine!

“wait.. really?” freminet seemed as if that was the last question he was expecting.

“i thought you weren’t open to the idea, seeing you never strayed far from the shore.. so i never pried. are you s-sure?”

“of course! i should’ve learned when i was little, but i’ve always been afraid to drown. now that i realize it, i need to be properly prepared.” you cleared your throat. “i want to explore with you. i truly want to know more, but my lack of ability is holding me back.” you confess.

“alright y/n, i will try my very best to help. i promise to keep you safe.” he gratefully sighed with a small smile. “say, when would you like to start?”

“tomorrow!” you beam cheerfully. >ᴗ<

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❀ when you told freminet that you wanted to learn to swim, he was over the moon. he hoped that you would enjoy the realm of possibilities that would unfold as a result. but for now, he was lazer focused on your well-being, and when you guys reached the secluded beach where your first session would begin, he told you over and over again that you shouldn't push yourself. swimming can be difficult at first.

❀ you reminded him of how greatly you wanted to do this, and so he simply gave you a tiny nod, happy knowing that he is able to share his knowledge with you. he loves you whether you are able to swim or not, but the fact that you’re taking the initiative.. warms his heart.

❀ when you two were taking off your coverups, freminet’s swimsuit was revealed and your jaw dropped. it was a change from his thick diving suit that concealed his entire body, and you had never seen him in such a tight fit up until now. it accentuated his muscle tone and his broad shoulders. you willed yourself to stop your heart from beating out of your chest.

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“that swimsuit looks perfect on you!” you’d compliment him.

although you could tell he felt a bit insecure.

“ah, it does? thank you.. i'm glad you like it.” he looked away, his face heating right up. your kind words felt very significant to him, but it is difficult for him to express his gratitude without feeling like a horde of butterflies forced their way into his stomach.

“anywho, where do we begin, my dear teacher?” you tease. this makes him blush even more. hey, you just have to give this boy all the admiration that you possibly can! he deserves it~! even if he isn’t used to it.. ;^;

“p-please y/n! you’re making my heart melt.” he blurted out.

“i’m overjoyed that i am.” you gave him a thoughtful grin, and turned away to dabble into the water. “whew, it’s cold!”

freminet followed closely behind you, and both of you began wading in until the water was up to your torsos. that’s about how deep you were able to go without a struggle emerging.

“it will warm up after awhile.” he assures you, whilst he has no reaction whatsoever to the chill.

you stretch your arms and get prepared. "a little cold won't hurt!" you respond in determination, letting out a sharp breath.

“alright, the first step to swimming is knowing how to float. so, we’re going to start off on your back. it will greatly help with keeping stable in the water…” freminet directed.

“okay, that doesn’t sound too difficult!” you excitedly respond. you sink down and slowly lean back, but the sensation puts you off. you didn’t know the first thing about proper form.

as if freminet was reading your mind, he quickly comes to your aid. “i-it’s fine y/n, i’m right here to hold you up. lay down, and i’ll adjust you.”

you trust his guidance, and so you continue to lean until the back of your head touched the surface of the water, and suddenly, you feel one hand under your head and another one holding up your lower back area, stabilizing your body.

“there we go, n-now just breathe how you normally would. you can loosen your legs so they dangle..” he told you. “the thing about floating is that your center of gravity is in your upper body."

you listened in, and looked down at your center to make sure you were balanced. but instead, your body was feeling heavy and you were a bit lopsided. "ohh, gotcha!"

"i'll give you some pointers, uhmm, so you'll want to point your chin up to the sky. if you focus on what your feet are doing, you won't stay afloat because your stomach will sink."

you'd adjust your chin, obeying his instruction. "got it!" you spotted a pretty cloud in the process. what a beautiful day~

"and, you'll want to lift your chest and your hips up. that will arch your back and help tilt your body to break the surface." he helped you out to find the perfect positioning, carefully making small adjustments.

"that's a lot better!" you mentioned, your spirit building. "what next?"

"you're doing a great job, y/n.. now you just need to spread your arms out and pretend you're a swan, propeling yourself backwards. i'll be holding you the entire time. would you like to try?"

"mhm!" you began to move your arms, and glided through the gentle waves. it felt surreal, you were totally weightless with freminet moving you along.

"yes, that's good!" he applauded. "okay, can you use your legs next?" a glint of confidence was revealed within him.

you then used your legs, but flailed them about and accidentally created some splashes.

"a bit more gently, and you've got it. try to keep your calves under the water, then kick on again." he instructed with the smallest hint of a chuckle. this feeling.. his love for you, and your company, it made him feel so giddy.

you took his advice, and tried again, making sure to avoid disrupting the surface of the water, and then you stood up straight with one of his hands boosting you up.

“that's correct. can you.. try using your arms and legs at the same time?”

you were determined, but you paused for a moment to try and figure out how you were going to stay coordinated.

“don't worry about staying afloat yet, we will get to that. my hands are right under you at all times.” he nodded earnestly, patiently waiting for you to try it out.

“i got this!” you pump your fists in the air, then you prepare yourself, angling your frame backwards as freminet hovers his arms near.

“do everything that i’ve taught you so far.”

taking a breath in, you kick your legs, and once you were consistent, you then propelled your arms, making large, controlled movements, grateful for his help to keep steady.

“you’re doing it, you’re doing it y/n!” freminet praised.

“i am?” you beam, and continue on. “i really am!” you couldn’t believe it. this had to be the first time if your life that you properly swam.

you travel for a couple feet, before you look up at freminet's face to notice that he has on the biggest, most adorable smile that you have ever seen.

“it's all thanks to you.” you tell him, before slowing down and coming up once more.

“i've got to say, you're a natural.” his expression was so sincere that you couldn't help but get flustered and beam.

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❀ after some more practicing with freminet, you were tired out. but it was a great feeling, because this only marks the beginning of all the progress that there is to come! you were helped to realize that swimming wasn't so scary after all. as long as you had the best teacher by your side, you could accomplish anything!

❀ something else that you were loving was that freminet tended to put his hair up into a ponytail before swimming. occasionally, he lets you put braids in his hair~ what more is there to love?

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it was getting dark, and so you both decided to dry off and start walking home together. but as you made your way out of the ocean, a wave surged your leg forward in the shallow end and caused you to trip on a rock.

“ack!” you call out in surprise, feeling yourself losing your foothold. before you could brace your hands forward to hit the ground, you feel a cradling sensation.

you fell right into his arms!

“y/n, are you alright? I'm sorry! i should have warned you about the rocks over here.”

though, his words weren't what you were focused on at the moment. he had a hand on your waist and the other grasping your shoulder, and he was staring down at you in concern, blond locks flowing with the light wind.

“yes.. i'm okay.” you finally speak, and notice an endearing spark in his gorgeous eyes. you swore that you could find a thousand hues of blue in them, getting lost in his dreamy gaze.

you were totally frozen in place, and it wasn’t because of the chilly water.

by now, the dusk had begun to settle, and in the twilight, you find yourself yearning for a kiss, his captivating features inviting you in.

without another word, you pull your head up until you were inches away from his face. freminet blinked a few times, then closed his eyes in anticipation.

your lips met with his, and you both melt into the soft, sweet kiss. the waves crash by your legs, but you weren't going anywhere with the way freminet was holding on to you like no tomorrow.

what a pleasant end to your lesson~

[some-stars]

for the wanksgiving prompts, could i pretty please get poolverinessa with logan and vanessa dping wade in the ass, with a side of overstimulation and wade crying bc it feels so good if it fits?

hi anon! this took me two weeks but here you go <3

(i'm gonna stick this on ao3 tomorrow when im less sleepy and can think of a title)

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The first time they'd done this, they actually didn't end up doing it, because she'd had to call a time-out so Wade could reassure Logan that yes, he definitely wanted it, and the tears were a feature rather than a bug. Which then turned into Logan apologizing for ruining things, so of course she and Wade had ended up double-teaming him instead until he was too fucked out and pussy-drunk to feel bad about anything. A fantastic night and no regrets, for sure, but Vanessa's been looking forward to their second attempt, and so far it's fully living up to her expectations.

"Fuuuuuuck," Wade groans as he slides down her cock, inch by textured, well-lubricated inch. "Oh fuck, Ness, why'd you pick the one with all the ridges?"

"Because I'm mean," Vanessa says, which makes his cock twitch and spit a little dribble of precome. When she laughs at him it happens again. "Come on, we don't have all night."

"We literally have all night," Wade says, but he obediently seats himself the rest of the way, a squeaky gasp escaping him as his ass meets her harness. His eyes meet hers, eager for her approval; she grants him a satisfied hum before shifting her attention to Logan behind him.

"Your turn, big guy," she tells him, and Wade giggles, though it sounds a little strained.

"You're trying to psych me out, aren't you? Joke's on you, I committed the exact dimensions of Logan's trouser snake to memory the first time I touched it. I could sculpt a one to one replica from marble down to the last vein with my fucking eyes closed. I am well aware of the camel-through-a-needle situation we're working with here, believe you me."

"Nah," Logan says, and strokes his back, one long slide of his hand like he's petting a cat. Wade arches up into it like a cat, too. "You're going to take it just fine."

"Easy for you to say, Big Dick McGee. It's not your delicate rosebud in the line of fire." The blissed-out look on his face as Logan keeps petting him undercuts his griping just a little.

"You've had my entire hand up your ass before," Vanessa reminds him. "I think you'll survive." Logan raises his eyebrows, looking startled and then interested, and oh, there's definitely more fisting in Wade's future. It'll probably take some coaxing to get Logan and his big manly hands fully on board, but Vanessa is confident in her persuasive talents.

"Fine," Wade says, sounding half out of breath already even though all she's done so far is grind up into him a little, "fine, yes, I'm the champion butt slut of the tri-state area, can we just get on with it already?" He tilts his head back hopefully and Logan takes the cue and kisses him. Vanessa lets them go at it for a while, because fuck if it isn't the prettiest thing she's ever seen, the way Logan devours Wade's mouth like he's planting his flag there, the way Wade opens up and lets him in like he's been aching to be conquered. 

They don't always kiss like that. Vanessa knows exactly how much Logan loves a little conquering himself--more, really, than he goes for this kind of thing. Or more than he lets himself want it, at least, because he sure does take to the role like a duck to water when they ask him nice enough. 

Logan's hand on Wade's cheek slides down to his throat and Wade and Vanessa groan in unison. "Fuck yes, choke me daddy--oh--" Wade whimpers as her hips rock up against him, like there's even any deeper she could get. The pressure grinds the base of her cock against her clit so good she can’t keep from doing it again. 

“Enough fucking around,” she pants, and it takes all her considerable strength of will not to just grab Wade’s hips and start fucking him right. She snaps her fingers impatiently at Logan, giving him the sternest mommy-dom glare she can manage when she wants this bad, and he obeys like the good boy he is. 

Wade chokes out a hitched little gasp as Logan drags him back up the length of Vanessa’s cock. She can’t see exactly what his hand does next, but it makes Wade’s cock jump, makes him moan and swear, so she has an idea. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight already.” Logan kisses Wade’s jaw, his shoulder still flexing steadily. “I can barely get a finger in there.”

“Oh, suddenly my cute little permavirgin fuckhole is a character flaw?” Wade can’t quite pull off ‘bitchy’ when he’s this turned on, but he does his best. The way he beams when Logan muffles a laugh against his throat makes her heart and her cunt clench simultaneously. 

“Just telling it like it is,” Logan says. He gives Wade's throat a sharp nip and pinches a nipple with his free hand, chuckles again at the way Wade jerks and whines. Fuck, but he's hot like this. Vanessa makes a mental note to have him boss Wade around more often. “If you really want us both, you’re gonna have to loosen up for me.”

“Come on,” Wade begs, halfway between pleading and petulant. “Just shove it in, peanut, I’ll get used to it so fast, I promise.” 

Logan hmmms consideringly and does something with his hand that makes Wade arch his back and groan. “You sure about that, sweetheart? It’s going to hurt.”

“Good thing he’s a nasty little pain slut, then,” Vanessa says, and the sound Wade makes shoots straight to her cunt, god. “That is what you are, right, honey? Our dirty little slut?”

“Jesus christ,” he moans, “keep bullying me, I’ll come, fuck, Logan, please--"

Vanessa watches them both as Logan forces his way in, his eyes fluttering closed as he drags Wade down onto both their cocks--slowly, but without pausing even for the space of a breath. Wade’s always so pretty when he’s being fucked past his capacity and god knows he’s pretty now, dragging in gasp after desperate little gasp as his eyes start to glitter with tears. 

"Look at him," she tells Logan, "fuck, look how much he fucking loves it." When she takes Wade in her hand he shudders hard, moaning with what she knows is his favorite blend of desire and fear. It'll hurt him, making him come stuffed full like this before he's even had a chance to adjust, forcing his struggling hole to clench and spasm around the two of them. It'll hurt and he'll cry and she can't fucking wait.

She strips his cock with quick hard strokes while Logan watches with lust-hazed eyes, his chin resting on Wade's shoulder. He forces Wade down that final inch at last, and Vanessa rubs her thumb roughly over the soft vulnerable tip of his dripping cock, and Wade shouts and sobs and comes all over her belly, all those shiny trembling tears spilling over like a busted dam as she drags it all out of him.

It damn near does her in too, the way he wails for her, and the shallow little thrusts Logan can't quite hold back that rock Wade's weight down against her clit. Not quite what she needs, but enough that she can feel a fresh gush of juice flood her cunt. God, she could probably take them both even better than Wade at this point, she's so fucking wet.

That's a thought for another night, though. She's got more than enough to keep her occupied right now.

"Jesus," Logan mutters, low and awed. Wade slumps back against his chest, shaking, and Logan licks a sloppy wet stripe up the side of his face like he can't even get it together enough for a kiss. "So fuckin' hot, sweetheart, doing so good for us."

Vanessa can tell the moment when Logan realizes what he's tasting on Wade's cheeks. His eyes go black and he fucking growls, which he's never done in front of her before. She's sure as hell going to make him do it a lot more from now on.

"Oh, Wade," she purrs, grinning, "you're so fucked, babe. I think he likes making you cry even more than I do."

The noise that shudders out of Wade's mouth is some unholy mix of a giggle and a sob. "Yeah, fuck--" He breaks off, keening, as Logan's teeth scrape roughly over his ear. "God, fuck, yeah, I'm in danger. As the--" Another bite, another whimper. "As the kids say. Which is. Something. I--fuck!"

Logan plants one broad hand between Wade's shoulder blades and shoves, forcing him down onto his elbows with a startled huff. "Still talking, huh?"

"Oh, is that the game now?" Wade pants, rocking back as Logan finally starts to move, slow deep thrusts. "You want me to shut up, you're--ah--gonna have to fuck me better than that." His voice wobbles too hard for either of them to take his goading seriously, but Logan grabs his hips and gives it to him anyway. 

It doesn't make him shut up but it does reduce him to wordless moaning in less than a minute, and Vanessa lets herself bliss out for a while on the steady rocking pressure of the strap, the filthy slap of Logan's hips against Wade's ass, Wade's hitched little sniffles as he tries not to start crying again. He's going to fail, of course, but she loves watching him get there, loves the way his face collapses when he finally gives up the fight.

Her gaze keeps sliding away this time, though, because Logan is shockingly pretty as he chases his pleasure. He's flushed, pink all over and dripping with sweat, eyes closed, mouth open. More than anything he looks like one of those old paintings of the saints, face painted with an ecstasy so sharp and focused it looks more like agony than delight.

"Talk to me, Logan." She digs a heel into the small of his back, not particularly gently. "Come on, tell me how it feels, I want to hear you." 

He groans, his hips stuttering to a halt as he meets her eyes. "I--"

She kicks him once, hard. "I said talk, I didn't say stop."

His eyes go wide and he lets out a pained grunt, but there's not a hint of protest in it. He starts moving again, falling back into his driving, brutal rhythm.

"That's more like it," she says warmly. Just that sliver of praise gets a moan out of him, and she can't help giving him more. "Such a good boy, doing what you're told. Tell me how good our bitch feels on your cock, Logan."

Wade sobs, his trapped dick pulsing against her stomach as he comes a second time, and Logan swears and slams into him hard enough to slide Vanessa almost all the way up the bed with a startled squeak. "So fuckin' good, he feels good--so goddamn tight I can't stand it, christ."

She collects herself. "That tight, huh?"

Logan gasps out a laugh. "If you could fucking feel it in there--"

"Oh, honey," Vanessa sighs, "if I had a dick I could feel, you'd both be taking it full time, I promise. Now be good for me and come in his ass so I can sit on your face, okay?"

As always, Logan obeys. Wade moans weakly, puddled helplessly atop her chest, and she squeezes the back of his neck and watches Logan fall apart for her, pretty as can be.

Thankfully, Logan's well-trained enough by now not to just drop his weight on top of her when he goes boneless. Wade (who has no such training, but weighs two hundred pounds less) nuzzles into her neck and whimpers pathetically as Logan pulls out and collapses on his back at their side. Vanessa can't help imagining how wrecked Wade must look down there, and sure enough her fingers slide up inside his swollen, dripping hole like she was sinking into warm butter.

Loose as he is, he tenses when they go in. "Fuck, Ness..."

"Yeah?" She strokes up and down her own length inside him, smiling as he starts to tremble. "You want to file a complaint?" He trembles harder, shakes his head. "Good boy."

He really is wrung out, though, and she only tortures him a little before relenting. When she nudges his ass he squirms up and off of her dick, and Logan helpfully rolls him off her the rest of the way so she can unbuckle the harness and toss it on the floor.

She doesn't have to say a word, just swings her leg over Logan's chest and shuffles up to his eager waiting mouth. He learned fast here too, and he knows how bad she needs it; it's not even half a minute before she's grinding down against him and coming at long fucking last. 

It's entirely unnecessary to snarl at him not to fucking stop, but she does it anyway because she loves telling Logan what to do as much as he loves being told. The next orgasm hits almost as fast and just as hard, but she makes him work for the last two, and when she finally flops back on the bed between the two of them she knows his jaw is aching. It's a pity it won't stay that way, but since the healing factor also wipes out his refractory period, it more or less comes out in the wash.

Which reminds her that actually, Logan's probably ready to go again, since one isn't usually enough to finish him off. Well, that can be Wade's problem. She's got about thirty seconds of awake left in her.

"I'm going to sleep," she announces. "If you two want to fuck some more, do it in the other bed, okay?"

They yes-ma'am her in unison, her good good boys, and she drifts off smiling.

[confused-cakepop]

Lloyd Garmadon headcannons!

🍬 He's the only one who has ever been able to pickpocket ronin.

🍬 Used to eat toothpaste as a kid cause he liked the minty taste to it. He also hated brushing his teeth and had a lot of cavities cause of it. "Why would I need to brush my teeth if I can just eat the toothpaste!?" -lloyd

🍬 Had to have a cap put on one of his teeth.

🍬 Would have gone through an emo phase if it weren't for tomorrow's tea. Or at least would have gotten piercings and had a grunge like style that would end up not actually being a phase. (he kinda did go through an emo phase but it would gave been so much worse without the tea.)

🍬Since his grandma was the one sending him candy at darkleys I like to think he got his candy addiction from her.

🍬 Chronic sleep-walker. He'll wake up in a bathtub or sitting on the kitchen counter and not know what happened.

🍬 He's the biggest cat person ever and tries to take a stray back to the bounty whenever he can. He acts like a cat too and shows affection via biting people (softly).

🍬 Has anger issues he has a tight grip on. Feels like he's not allowed to get mad since he's the leader and he's supposed to be a mediator and listen in an unjudgemental way. He doesn't want people to be scared of him.

🍬 born to say "post this s*** on ig reels" forced to say "well it's OK! You tried and that's all that matters! Just try and work on that more in training!"

🍬 Allergic to soybeans (it's an oni thing).

🍬 Used to copy the mannerisms of the other ninja when he was younger cause he looked up to them and now he does in subconsciously.

🍬Gen z.

🍬 Doesn't like to label his Sexuality or gender and when he tries to it causes him to have an identity crisis.

🍬 Does embroidery as a side hobby but isn't very open about it. Will fix people's clothes up when they get damaged and can stich up wounds if he needs too. He tries to make the designs fit the person's interests like birds for zanes appron or sea creatures for nyas jacket.

🍬 Has accidentally called kai "dad" Before and felt so humiliated by it he didn't speak to kai for like 3 days.

🍬 Drew his master plans with chalk when he was in his villain era. Sometimes when he wants to connect with his inner child he'll draw plans for missions in that same brand of chalk.

🍬 Still gets back pain post season 4 cause of how bad his posture is (and his bad sleeping habbits). Will never admit it when it's aching though and tries to just brush it off.

🍬 Mixes different slushie flavors together at a convince store and swears the potion he just made is revolutionary.

🍬 Weird about getting gifts cause he didn't get much at darkleys that wasn't a trick or some prank and doesn't like the idea of people spending money on him like that. Always stressed that the gift he got someone isn't a good one.

🍬 Goofiest laugh ever.

[shootingstarwritings]

"Hey bro, how does a crew battle work...?"

Hey, it's me again! The name's James. Last time we checked up like this, I hopped my roommate's body so he'd get better at fighting games. His name's Korrin, but he prefers Kor.

I gotta admit, these powers were a pretty sweet deal. He suddenly had a brand new genre to enjoy and I got to play with his body every once in a while. Seemed like a win-win, right?

Well, we got caught up talking just a bit too much shit during one of the weeklies. Think I ended up messing with my roommate's personality a bit too much while I was jerking off as him. He was far cockier than before I started taking over.

"Yeah, that's right. $500 crew battle," said Kor, flexing his muscles through the tight t-shirt I had mind-fucked him into preferring to wear. "Me and James could beat the shit outta everyone in this venue. Easy."

I wrapped an arm around his shoulder, saying, "Chill the hell out before you spend all our rent money," through clenched teeth. In response, he leaned over and gave me a deep kiss before talking more shit.

We didn't have to play everyone in the venue, but now we were stuck in a 4v4 crew battle; and Kor had successfully pissed off just about everyone who was a regular. We had two weeks to find two other guys to fill out our team or we'd be going hungry for the next month.

The ride home was quiet, although Kor didn’t seem to mind. He stared straight ahead, one hand on the steering wheel while another was on my thigh. Occasionally, he would squeeze while smiling at me. The way his eyes lit up whenever we were together dazzled me. I couldn’t stay mad at him, especially when it was my fault he was the way he was.

"Aww, don’tcha worry," said Kor as he massaged my shoulders, another trait I had bestowed him. My bed was a bit small for the two of us, and Kor had often wondered out loud if we could fit a queen sized bed in my room. “I’m sure we’ll find some guys. Even if they’re dead weight, you and me can wipe the floor with everyone there.” Before I could say anything, he leaned over and kiss my neck. I shivered, toes curling as he greedily licked one of my more sensitive spots.

After I let out a few… unbecoming moans, Kor pulled away and tittered. “Love making you cry out like that,” he said in a sensual tone. “Well, good night. Gotta get to the gym early tomorrow.”

As the door to his room shut close, I stared up at the ceiling and sighed. I had a few other friends that liked games, but they had no interested in fighting games like me. Of course, that had never stopped me before…

Two weeks should be enough time to make two pros, right?

The first guy on my list was Jason. He was a buddy of mine that I met in college. Smart, kind, and eager to show off the gains he'd made at the gym. "I spent three years to get this bod," he had bragged to me, showing off his toned and sweaty torso. Even so, he still enjoyed playing games, particularly RPGs. He was always throwing one my way or another--with tons of fan translations and cryptic guides as well.

I'd have to play one of them to completion one of these days to thank him for the service he was about to provide.

The night after Kor made his bet, I made my move. I locked my door and focused on flying. My body slowly lost its weight, density, and then mass in general. Skin peeled away and disappeared into dust, waiting for the chance to reform once my mission was complete. Organs twisted into neat little knots that blinked out of existence. My bones ground up against each other before vanishing.

It was only during those few precious moments that my soul was free. I sailed through the sky, unable to feel the wind on my face yet elated all the same. The moon was so close to my fingertips that it felt unfair that I couldn't grasp it. However, I knew exactly what I could grip instead.

I phased through Jason's apartment with little issue and found himself soon afterward. He was playing a battle simulator without a shirt on. "It's about a 73% to one-hit KO," he muttered to himself as he clicked through an innumerable amount of tabs. I knew for a fact some of them were months old and untouched for just as long.

Probably another habit I’d have to kick, but it was hard to focus on that when I kept focusing on that tight body he had. I would’ve licked my lips of I had any in that form. Not wanting to waste any more time, I hopped into him.

“Hnng…! Ahhh…hah…!” Jason let out a moan, tongue sticking out involuntarily as a shiver of pleasure ran all throughout his body. “Wh-what the fuck—is happening—“ Jason moaned as he turned around and began to hump his seat cushions. “AH! NRGH AAAAAHHHH!” Any words Jason would’ve tried to cry out were soon overpowered by panicked pants of pleasure. His hands, which would’ve normally reached for his phone to call for help, could only play with his chest and sensitive nipples.

My will overpowered his own, but Jason didn’t seem to mind. He kicked off his shoes, socked toes curling up in pleasure, and rubbed his trembling body all over the coach. “I-I…! K-Keep go—OOAHH—Keep going!” He said, panting and laughing the whole time. His back arched once more as he let out a strangled scream while his erect cock spewed semen all over his shorts. Jason, mind drowning in a hurricane of euphoria curtesy of me, collapsed covered in a sweaty, semen-covered mess.

Eventually, I opened my new eyes and felt my chiseled body. “Mmm, oh Jason. Let’s get your hand-eye coordination to my level.” As I began to strip so I could play in the nude, I saw angry DMs from Jason’s opponent.

Smirking, I walked over to the laptop and messaged him back. “Sorry bro, too busy playing games and fucking bussy to play with a pussy like you. GG you win, loser.”

I laughed as I got another stream of profanities from Jason’s old opponent, but I didn’t care. I was covered in sweat, smelling like a real man, while I was playing my favorite game.

Once Jason was done and truly mind-fucked, I had one more person I needed to visit.

[garglyswoof]

the space we'll fill with time

For Come What May May 29th: Say the Quiet Parts Out Loud A conversation you don't think they'll ever have but wish they would. | What are some offscreen moments you wish you could see? I won't be around much tomorrow, so posting early.

“What was she like?” Karen’s question is soft as it breaks the comfortable quiet. Frank winces before realizing the reaction is just instinct - he's unbothered by the question. Not when it comes from her.

He turns the wince into a smile that stretches across his face as he remembers. “She was a ballbuster, that’s for sure. Didn’t take any shit from me. Made me understand what a real man needed to be, y’know?” He glances up at Karen where she sits, patient and interested. 

“The married guys in my unit would bitch and moan about taking care of their kids when they were on leave, or doing dishes or some shit. And y’know, sometimes that stuff settles into you, right? So I came home once, before Kandahar, and I started complaining about having to do laundry or something, and she let me have it.” Frank shakes his head, grin wide. “God damn my life flashed before my eyes she took me down so hard. She was just merciless,” he laughs.

Karen smiles. “Sounds like she could keep up with you.”

“Yeah. More than.” It’s quiet for a minute as they both sit with their own thoughts. Frank’s the first to break it.

“M’ not saying everything was sunshine and roses, no way," He shakes his head firmly. "We both had our faults. She had trouble letting the kids be independent, and I wanted them to grow up and help their mom out. ‘Specially because I wasn’t around. I guess that was a selfish ask.”

“I don’t think so. I mean I get both sides. They’re just different.”

His hand scrapes the stubble on his face as he agrees, the sound loud in the relative quiet of the apartment. “You want another beer?” He gets up at her nod and grabs them both a bottle, frosted from the refrigerator’s chill. He opens her bottle with his own, an old party trick he learned back in recruit training that never fails to make Karen smile. She lifts a brow and holds her hand out when he can’t find an opener for his own beer, then proceeds to open it for him with a key of all things.

“I’ve been practicing,” she says with a proud smile that slams him in the chest. He sits down at the end of the couch and tugs her into him, her back against his front, her silken hair tickling him until he sweeps it away to gently lay a kiss on her neck.

Karen asks another question, her voice soft again. “Who gave the best gifts?” Frank’s surprised huff is loud in her ear.

“Not me, that’s for sure. I had to learn. She never wanted jewelry, shit like that.” His chin rests on her shoulder and he tilts his face to hers. “You sure you’re okay talking about this?”

“I want to know. She’s a part of your life.” The tense doesn’t go unnoticed, nor does her brief kiss to his lips, silencing his concerns. Part of him wants to get lost in it but he can feel she’s hungry for his words, for the little things that made up his life before.

Before. God, what a small word to fit too much into. 

He thinks it over and Karen lets him, he hears her bottle lift and drop, the slosh of liquid and the displacement of air. 

Before. Before grief so strong that the only recourse was rage. Before he let himself become The Punisher. He tenses up and Karen places a gentle kiss on his cheek. He slows the thoughts from spiraling, for her. It takes him a few moments to center himself as the living room clock that he swears he's going to find a way to secretly throw out one day ticks loudly, resolutely.

“Y’know that whole thing, not that Women are from Mars shit but the other self-help thing. Uhhh,” he lifts his head from her shoulder and takes a swig. “Your love language, yeah?” He sees her nod and continues. “Maria was an acts of service person, so it worked because that’s what I’m good at. Fix the washer, take the kids to the dentist, she could care less about gifts when it came down to it.”

“What about you, what’s your love language?” And god if the question isn’t so strange, because part of being with Karen is realizing that they haven’t known each other all that long, the moments stretching out like hours through the violence were just that.

“Touch, for one.” He nuzzles into her neck again, as if to illustrate the point. “I’m an old-fashioned kind of guy. After they died, that was the hardest, I think. To know I’d never be able to wrap my arms around her, around the kids.” His chest constricts; his heart knows it will never not hurt, same as his head.

She sits up and turns in his arms. “I should be the one asking if you’re okay.”

He blinks once, twice. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.” Because he knows this is part of the after.

After. He met Karen in the space between, he knows that now, just as he knows she's the one that stretched the moment out, turned time on its head, helped him have this. He smiles and Karen looks at him curiously, her eyes bright and warm. After. Yeah. That word can't hold it all either.

He pulls her into his arms, arms that cross over her back more than they did with Maria. Karen feels different and he’s glad for it. Doesn’t want to confuse the two, ever. Feels disrespectful to both of them. His voice is a little more broken than he intended when he speaks again. 

“I love you. And I love her.”

“I know.”

It’s gentle and soft and everything, to the both of them.

[bluegalaxygirl]

Amnesia (KidKiller X reader) P15

Plot: After an explosion reader wakes up in a hospital with no memory of the past few years, her parents want to take her home so she can recover and get back to a normal life while the Kid pirates want her back on the ship where she belongs.

Warning: Bad language, Family issues, domestic abuse and Violence.

Reader is Female, Poly Relationship, established relationship, Kid X Reader X Killer, Reader is a member of the Kid pirates and is in charge of the money, Budgeting and negotiating the best price.

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You had no idea how much you needed a day off until now, for the first time since you've woken up you feel relaxed, there's no lingering dread of what is going to happen next and you know no one is going to come in out of no where so you have time to think things over and decide what you want to do next. You won't let people decide for you even in this state, your families right about you being a little reckless in letting the pirates in but that doesn't mean your mind is completely unreasonable, you know its dangerous but if yesterday showed you anything your in less danger then you first thought. You yelled and insulted a supernova pirate captain, with a bounty higher than you've ever seen, and yet he didn't raise a hand to you, he got angry but respected you enough to not go after you or grab you when you left. He's shown a lot of restraint over the past few days, you heard about him strangling your farther after you passed out and how he threatened to kill them but apparently that isn't even a small amount of his anger, so he's holding back quite well. Your also impressed with Killer, you could tell he was smart from the get go but according to the nurse he turned all other compromises down until there was one with a loop hole for them and not your parents, in a way it made you feel like they cared more by not accepting the first compromise. You know you have to apologise for what you said, to both of them, even though Killer wasn't there to hear it you still feel like you insulted him too, their both trying for your sake.

As for the memory, looking back on it with a clear head it seems your farther's words got to you, your looking for proof and you started gripping at straws which means trying to put pieces together that don't fit but portending they do. You wanted to badly to finally fill in the blanks that you thought their genuine interest in your work meant they did kidnap you and force you to work for them but its clear now how untrue that is, Killer was clearly going to say no and seemed very angry and almost murderous after he laughed until you let slip your thoughts. That laugh still runs through your head from time to time making you smile hoping that you can hear it soon, you have a feeling a memory won't do it justice. Killer also made a point to not let you out of his sight while working on the stuff and checked everything you were doing, its clear he was untrusting of you. As for Kid when he came in he hid his true feelings behind slight anger and cockiness, he seemed genuinely shocked and confused at how some random girl he just met could do all that in such a short time, the only thing that still bothers you is why he didn't pry further into your life, you clearly only gave him the bare minimum of an explanation but instead of questioning you or demanding how you could afford all that education he just sat down and asked you to teach him. Hopefully you can ask him about it tomorrow, thats if he does come back, you want him too, you surprisingly miss the two of them. As for your mother you'll apologise for yelling at her and thats about it, you meant what you said even though it was hard for her to hear but hopefully she thinks about it and takes it to heart, maybe it will help her see your point of view for a change.

The door to your room opens but your too engrossed in your book and your thoughts to look up at the nurse, instead you let a smile grow on your face while a giggle leaves your lips "I'm fine Melody, you don't need to check up on me every hour" You can't be mad at the girl, she's been way too kind to you and super worried about your health, she says also being helping you though all your thoughts and how to go about things tomorrow. "At least she's doing her job" With a gasp you turn to the door seeing it's not the nurse that entered but your farther, the shock flowing through your body soon turns into anger as you slam the book closed and pull off your glasses giving the man a hard glare "Farther, your not supposed to be here" Annoyance is clear in your voice, but he brushes it off and steps further into the room, you should have known you wouldn't get a day off from everyone but the last person you expected to barge into your room was your farther, there's going to be some reason but after yesterday and the promise of a day off your not willing to listen. Walking up to you the man crosses his arms over his chest, despite his blank face his eyes show clear annoyance at your protest "You do not tell me when and where not to be young lady, I am your farther and i own half of this hospital, i can come and go as i please" He scolds expecting you to back down but instead you throw the covers off of you and stand up, deciding to take a note out of Kid's book you step closer almost getting in your farther's face "I asked for one day, just one and you can't even give me that. I don't mean you shouldn't be in the hospital, of course you own at least some of this place but instead of staying away until tomorrow you decide to barge in here. I don't care what reason you have for it, i want you out" Despite the slight tightness in your chest you keep your voice steady but demanding not willing to just give up and let he do what ever he wants.

You hoped that hearing you just needed time to process everything and get your head in the right place would be enough for everyone to listen but it seems your farther's entitlement hasn't shrunk at all, in fact it might have grown. Your farther raises a single eyebrow while looking you up and down in judgment, flexing his jaw your stomach sinks knowing it's a sign of his anger and annoyance but your anger helps hide the sinking feeling, it makes you think for a second if this is why Kid is angry all the time, its so easy to cover things up with anger. "First, do not raise your voice at me and second, i am here to talk with you about business matters" Your farther states his voice seething with anger despite his seemingly calm demeanor, rolling your eyes you take a step back and cross your arms over your chest "Seriously? You know this is a day off for my mind, body and soul to heal before hell breaks loose again… I'm tired, just for today i want to eat, read and sleep nothing else" You groan starting to eye your book and glasses sitting on the bed wondering if you should grab them and leave, it's a good idea but knowing your farther he will follow and most likely get that doctor involved. "I understand you have been though a lot but-" Your head snaps to face him with your eyebrows furrowed stopping him before he can explain. "Yea i have, i got blown up, my legs are burned to hell, i have a still healing gash on my shoulder, I've lost years of my life and if that isn't enough my parents are fighting with Pirates over who gets to see me when, like i'm in come kind of child custody case"

With a sigh your farther takes a second before continuing as if you didn't say anything making you groan and roll your eyes while perching on the edge of the bed now knowing there is no way out of this, he'll talk over you if he has too. "But now the pirates are gone i can discuss everything with you, your mother didn't want to overwhelm you when you first woke up and then the pirates showed up and i couldn't find the time to tell you what we were leaving out" Your farther looks down at you waiting for some kind of encouragement but gets none, not even a raised eyebrow of slight twitch form you. Taking in a breath to calm his anger and frustration he continues. "Your 18th birthday present was given to you at the end of the day, it was a big surprise party along with me offering you a place in my company, on the financial team" Your eyes widen while slowly looking up to meet his eye, he looked so serious and proud you couldn't wait to wipe that off his face, a large smile forms on your face as you break down laughing the force hurting your stomach coursing you to bend over and hold your belly. Your farther steps back a bit in shock his normal Stoic figure going rigid and his calm voice starting to stutter "W-what are you- Y/N, this is no laughing matter" Wiping away the tears that have formed in the corners of your eyes you managed to calm down and sit back up, your laughter was hiding the true anger and disgust you hold for this man, he has always refused involving you in the company even after you did work for him, it isn't a woman's place in his mind, you should be in the kitchen and raising kids as far as he's concerned. Sexist pig.

Standing your hands shake in anger and your shoulders tense making your injured shoulder hurt but it only fuels the hate you hold for the man in front of you. "Bullshit" You spit through gritted teeth the smile you once had slowly fading, your farther gulps trying to regain his compose and take a step back only for you to follow your anger growing at his attempt to try and wiggle his way out of this somehow. "Y/n, don't you-" Before he can get out anything else you step closer letting your self snap, you may not remember the past few years but you do remember the hell you went through just to gain his approval only for it to be shoved back into your face over and over again, and now he has the balls to lie to your face. "You are such a lair, there is no way that is true, I may not remember most of my 18th birthday but there is no way in hell that you gave me that. I have tried everything to make you see me, to make you think i'm good enough and all you do is throw me back to mom after your done with me. So don't you dare lie to my face and insult me by thinking i would fucking believe it" Your yelling gets louder and louder until your voice starts to break, you can't remember the last time you felt this angry, you thought last nights anger was your peak but its clear now you were wrong, it was no where close. The need to hit something, to hit your farther, make him pay for everything he has done to you starts to build forcing your white knuckled fists at your side to shake and your leg to uncontinuously move back getting into a slight fighting stance, maybe you are a pirate because your sure as hell thinking like one.

Your rant stops as the nurse runs into the room panting a little as she looks over the situation, she goes to tell your farther off but you beat her too it while shooting her a look "I want-" your demanding voice if cut off by a hot stinging sensation to run across your cheek as your face is forcefully pushed to the side, a loud gasp leaves Melody's lips as her hands rush to her mouth in shock. "Don't you dare raise your voice and speak to me that way" Your father yells rubbing the palm of his hand after slapping you, it's not the first time but it hurts every time, Melody lets out an angry growl after snapping out of her shock willing her legs to storm over stepping in between you and your farther while aggressively pointing to the door "Mr. Winslow, i will not have you treat a patient this way, leave" She yells knowing it might get her in trouble in the end, but he can't have someone hurting her patient no matter who they are. Your farther's lip and eye twitches in anger as he steps closer, towering over her to try and intimidate her but the nurse stays strong, if she can do this to Captain Kid and Massacre Killer then she can do it to your farther, that's what she tells herself trying to force her body to do the opposite of what its telling her to do. "I said, Leave" Melody points to the door her eyes never leaving the man's. Rubbing your cheek you manage to snap out of your slight shock and look at the situation in front of you, a sense of protectiveness rolls over you at seeing your farther's eyes narrow knowing he isn't going back down and will most likely pull the 'I own this place' or 'i pay your wages' lines.

Placing a hand on Melody's shoulder she doesn't turn to you but sticks her arm out in front of you not wanting you to get in front of her which your grateful for since if she didn't your farther would be on the floor with a broken nose. "Leave farther, i don't want you here and what ever you want form me, your not getting. Now get out" Your farther's angry eyes turn on you silently challenge you to make him, with clenches teeth you step closer lightly pushing against the nurse arm which she refuses to budge." I said. Get. Out" Your voice seethes with anger as you push the words out threw tightly gritted teeth, the silent stand-off between the three of you only lasts a couple of seconds but it feels like hours, without a word your Farther turns his back on you and walks out the room slamming the door closed behind him causing the bookshelf on that wall to shake. Letting out a breath you almost collapse onto the floor if it wasn't for Melody quickly grabbing your arm and wrapping another around your waist, all that pent-up anger and stress has caught up with you making your body and chest each and your head dizzy "I'm so sorry i wasn't here sooner, i was checking on another patient when i heard you yelling" The nurse helps you sit on the bed before checking your cheek happy to see its only a red and not broken or cut, letting out a small tired laugh you shake your head and take her hand holding it in yours for a second "Don't be, you did great, he can be scary" taking a few deep breaths you managed to calm your racing heart no longer feeling it beat against your chest at full force.

Grabbing the sling on the side table Melody helps you put it on letting a small smile form at the sigh in relief you let out at the feeling weight lifting from your throbbing shoulder, looking up at the nurse you go to thank her only to see tears prickling at the side of her eyes as her hand rubs over the red patch on your cheek "I can't believe he hit you" Melody whispers as you take her hand off your face hating how you'll have another facial bruise and how your farther maybe mentally scared this young woman "I'm fine, you did a great job, not many people can stand up to him. Thank you for taking my side and… I'm really sorry about all this, i bet this place was so quiet and nice before i showed up" You laugh even though you really want to cry but at least it makes Melody laugh too as she sits next to you still holding onto your hands "Actually it was super boring before you showed up… most of the patients here either sleep all day or keep to themselves" The two of you laugh a little mainly to get the rest of the heavy emotions and adrenaline out of your system, a wave of tiredness over flows you making you want to curl up into ball under the sheets but first you pat Melody's hand and turn to her "Thank you again, I'm glad to have you around" The nurse gives you a big smile before lightly wrapping her arms around you, quickly hugging back with your one arm you relax into her enjoying the comfort before she pulls away "I have to get back to work but if there's any problems just call me" The nurse gives you a sweet smile before helping you into bed since the tiredness is now clear on your face, she makes sure your glasses and book are nearly put on the side table before taking her leave letting you get some much-needed rest.

[yullalightk]

WOTFI IS HERE!!!!!!! WHOOO!!!!!!

I'M SO SORRY I'M LATE! But! I watched it after the livestream countdown, and, BOI! Do I have a lot to say!! and I'll make a part 2 of the WOTFI review cause, I don't think I'll be able to fit everything in one post. And with a lot of school projects on the line. So, I'll work on pt 2! and post it tomorrow!

!Also, spoiler warning!

So... we good? Okay! strap in!!

First off the thumbnail looks AMAZING!!!!! It really got me excited as soon as I woke up at 1 in the morning lmao😂

As soon as I watched it I was actually surprised they decided not to go with the horror route like in the trailer.. But personally, I'm not gonna complain I mean that should've been expected imo.

Also, the poster is soo fricking cool!!!! Like, I can't get enough of this art style and THE WAY IT WAS ANIMATED WAS LIKE A MOVIE INTRO!!!! IT WAS BEAUTIFUL!!!!!✨

The intro/Puzzles' backstory

So, I'm glad that Mr Puzzles gave us a more clearer explanation to his backstory. Even though it was something a lot of us knew already. None the less it was nice! I'm curious about the mother though, like, what was she like to Puzzles? Was she someone who didn't believe in her son's dreams as well? Or maybe someone who encouraged him to keep trying? Idk honestly, but maybe we'll get that answer in next year's WOTFI!

I also don't think he just sat in his room all day to adulthood, maybe he left his home to chase his dream but failed on multiple occasions. (Kinda like in the series where he tries to kill the crew but fails all the time) or, he watched TV all day as a coping mechanism. Trying to escape the cruelty of the world he lived in.

Also, wdhm when he said "The rest is history" like, we need more. Like how you got godlike powers? maybe that'll be explored more in WOTFI 2025!

Side note: Leggy's face when she dropped little Puzzles was funny for some reason help! IT HAD NO REASON TO BE THIS FUNNY!!😂😂

HE SWORE!!!!! YESS!!!!!!!! I swear he needs to let his anger out more, You gotta give kudos to him for enduring Mario's chaos😂

The casts!

I really LOVED the character designs! I can see how they are freaks now!

My all time favorites are SMG3, Bob, and Karen! They're designs stick out the most in the cast and I do like how they are all under Puzzles' control, like the PV movie!

Wish Saiko had more screen time though, I'm just a little disappointed at that. They could've done something interesting for her. Heck, they even gave the rest of the main cast more screen time than her.

But, maybe we'll see that in the next WOTFI? Hold up- wait a sec, I'm seeing a pattern of sorts... are, the stuff that felt lackluster in the 2024 WOTFI coming back as something better in WOTFI 2025?? That could be a possibility. I might make a theory on that, but hopefully when I'm not busy.

Side note: I swear this episode made me ship Mario and Puzzles so much!!😂😂 I mean- It's just hilarious to me!

Like when he said "Dear Mario" I know he hates him but like the way he says it made it feel like he likes him, or just toying with him!! Marware fans are eatin' good today! And he also complimated Mario on his performances on the fire perfomance!!! I know... he was doing what a judge does, try say something nice to the performers. But! That won't stop me from shipping them! And don't forget! Mario also still wanted to stay despite the hell Mr Puzzles put them through, in the rap Mario still wanted to have some fun in the amusment park! But, also glad he attacks him when Puzzles harms Mario's friend. And can be scared of him sometimes.

Now listen, I know he was trying to get Mario back so he won't ruin his show again but to me it also looks like he wants Mario to pay attention to him! kinda like a yandere😂😂 I'm just letting Marware infect my brain at this point haha.. it's becoming a curse.

Anyway that's part 1 for now. Part 2 will hopefully come out tomorrow as well, and I also have some projects to do so I know I said I will post every Saturday but that may be a little difficult, I'll get part 2 out tomorrow and I really hope that'll be the end of my review of this year's WOTFI!

Thanks for reading! hope ya'll enjoyed my WOTFI 2024 review pt 1.

[irradiatedsnakes]

btw in the tmagp launch celebratory stream alice's voice actor said her favorite scene that'd been recorded by that point was "alice and sam go to a place". so i suppose we'll be getting that next week :]

other notes. this statement (hey! actually a statement this time! what the fuck) was SOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

the cursed dice angle is so good, the way the statement giver took on that role (roll), played the part, UGH it's so fun. the theme of choice that was brought up is also so good- just. ONE more roll for old time's sake :) especially given that this is a TMI statement and how HUGE IMPORTANT of a theme choice and free will were in tma, felt very fitting. fantastic, loved that.

continuing on my stuff about the entities in tmagp- once again some things here feel very on the nose, particularly the statement giver literally calling himself a mysterious stranger. this feels like a fun little red herring to me, for people a bit hung up on the entities stuff. that's how i interpreted it, anyways. i wanna know more about this world so fucking bad, dude.

also, the institute's in manchester in tmagp, not chelsea/london. which means no milbank prison, no panopticon. interesting. (though soemthing that was known from the arg already- i really need to deep dive on that. tomorrow, maybe.) statement taking and artifact storage are still a thing, evidently, but noting that there's no mention of an archivist or anything like that. and the subject/agent/catalyst stuff, that's Very interesting.

once again, chester bringing up a magnus-related statement, here in obvious reply to what sam was talking about- just when he was considering to celia about dropping his investigations- clearly (imo) to goad him into not leaving it behind. excellent. and fun given the first TMI-related incident with redcanary had the obvious conclusion of THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE IS WEIRD AND DANGEROUS while also having enough mystery to draw sam in further. sam's seen the canary die in the coalmine and has made the decision to keep digging and that's fantastic.

now! characters! sam's paperwork :) VERY intriguing that he's getting all this stuff and celia's got none of it- he said it was due to that box about the response department, but i've got my doubts about that being the reason he's being saddled with all this weird stuff. also the questions on the thing made me laugh, very good. sam and celia have such good interactions, i love how they bounce off each other. also, with regards to the paperwork- i think there's a connection to be made about the statement giver's continued rolling of the dice (it always felt like my choice.) and sam filling out all this creepy, utterly pointless paperwork to "refuse to give it the satisfaction of giving up".

GWEN AND LENA. nigel dickerson, you know, from tv? possibly. i don't watch television. i do hope we'll be seeing exactly what gwen is being told to do next episode.. delivering something, keeping calm, recording the detailed reactions to what's being delivered. maybe we'll get a bit more of a clue as to what the oair is actually for. i do like that gwen's not become one bit less indignant, skeptical, and disrespectful towards lena now that she's got this job. i'm very excited to see her on her fist job she's gonna suck at it i think

i'll admit i was a little surprised to see teddy again. i was worried for a sec he might be going in the direction of getting dragged back to the oair, but nah. not yet, at least :) and ALICE. ALIIIIICE auaaaaagh!!! i don't know if i have much to say baout this part that isn't just (shaking a plushie in my mouth like a dog). very neat that she has agreed to help sam investigate this and actually go to the institute when she's been so staunchly don't get caught up in the creepy stuff! leave the magnus institute stuff ALONE you don't want to get into this spooky shit! like.. she does not want to get involved with spooky shit and she doesn't want sam to get involved with spooky shit but she cares about him and their friendship a lot and this is obviously important to him. so. (plus, the thing about alice's brother having been at the institute alongside sam and gerry..) i like them both so much. i am so excited for next weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 47 Family Fun Day

The morning went off with a hitch having room service bring you breakfast in bed this morning was a blessing sent from the gods you weren’t ready to move from the bed yet & Eddie being the loving man he is suggesting you both just have breakfast in your room today since you’ll be doing so many activities. Both getting on your bathing suits & you tossing a Lita Ford shirt with the sleeves cut off overtop & a pair of your old black jeans cut off into shorts you both head out to the lobby to meet the group & your guide for the day. You can tell everyone’s overly excited seeing them all talk a mile a minute as you both approach hand in hand. “Hello everyone I assume this is the Munson group?” “Yes sir I’m Eddie & this is my wife Jamie it’s nice to meet you were really excited to get to take a look around it’s beautiful here” “why thank you & it’s nice to meet you all as well my name is Koa & I’ll be your guide for today we’re going to swim with some dolphins & I’m going to take you all snorkeling at the Hanauma Bay Nature Preserve our tour vehicle will be here in 30 minutes so if anyone has anything they need now would be a good time”. Dustin walks up to Koa “That’s a real interesting name sir mines Dustin does your name have any meaning behind it or is it a family name I think it sounds really cool kind of like a d&d character” you giggle knowing Dustin is going to have a million questions for this poor guy today “Yes actually most of my family members names have meanings behind them sometimes because we carry features of ancestry but my name in short term means warrior” “wow that’s so cool I wish we had names that meant something other then I sound like I need a good scrub or something some people like to make fun of me calling me dusty like dirty dusty not like my suzie poo she calls me dustybun but that’s out of endearment others do it out of spite” Koa nods his head “I totally understand when we visit other places people think our names are funny too but you don’t let them have that power over you just act like they’re not even there kill them with kindness I always say”. You & Eddie are grabbing a coffee & chatting off to the side “hey Ed’s you excited?” “Of course I am sweetheart” “good im glad I am too oh before I forget I just wanted to let you know that tomorrow for the first 2 3rds of the day it’s corroded coffin only activities I’m pregnant so there’s some activities I can’t do but that doesn’t mean I want you missing out because of it so you four are going parasailing tomorrow & waterskiing & I set up a reservation at this nice bar for you guys to have dinner & everything while you guys have fun doing that I’m going to take the kids & have a beach day I think they need a free day to just be wild & free & that way you guys can let loose & have a break” he smiles pulling you into his chest fingers playing in your hair kissing the crown of your head “you really are something thank you sweetheart you’re too good to us we don’t know what we did to deserve you” “ah don’t worry about it & I feel the same way about all of you ya know?” He hugs you a little tighter before taking your hand heading back over to everyone beings the very large van has pulled up & Koa is ready to go “Okay everyone let’s go have a good time”. Pulling up the scenery was absolutely breathtaking Koa guiding the group to get suited up letting you Eddie & Mike go first since Mike feels he’s always last you nudge your shoulder into his “you ready bud?” “Yeah totally” you chuckle & the three of you hop into the tank with Koa & the three dolphins caretakers you let Mike tryout going around on his dolphins back first watching his face have about 100 different expressions all at once had you & Eddie in a fit of laughter “come on wheeler you’re doing awesome” that’s when he started to loosen up smiling and laughing himself you’ve never seen him so carefree since you’ve met him he’s always been bit of a grump ass but now you see him fully let go having the time of his life. Next is Eddie his yanks him forward you watch his eyes shoot wide open “SHIT!”

You & Mike are having a ball watch Eddie freak out for the first few minutes before his finally calms down enough for him to actually enjoy it hearing him talking to it like it’s going to answer back was also extremely funny. Now it’s your turn it’s like the animal can sense your hesitancy it nudges it’s nose against the side of your face making a noise Koa laughs “she likes you” “I sure hope so for my sake” the boys chuckle before Mike & Eddie both start giving you a boost in confidence finally latching onto the side of your dolphin it’s like she knew you were fragile cargo taking her time gliding you around the tank you’ve never experienced anything this serene & beautiful. Once you’re finished the next group files in & Koa is busy helping them get adjusted so you three decided to head to the snack bar until they’re all finished. “I gotta run to the bathroom sweetheart I’ll be right back” “okay love” you & Mike take a seat at the table looking over the menu you peer up noticing he seems off again deciding to take the time alone to see what’s going on. “Hey Mike?.. you do know if you ever like need to talk to someone or vent I’m always here right?” His eyebrows pinch together as if he’s shocked you’re even noticing anything is wrong “uh thanks.. I’m just not that used to it I guess everyone at my house is always so busy with their own stuff that at times I feel I guess… invisible & me & El are having some issues & i tried to talk to her about it but she flipped out & we got into an argument right before we left” you nod listening to him spill his guts “you know tomorrow it’s just you three boys and me too we’re gonna have a beach day before we go home I promise that I’ll help you fix as much as I possibly can now as for El what are you guys even arguing about?” “Well the topic of college was brought up ever since we were kids me dustin will & Lucas always said we’d goto cal tech together El doesn’t want to ever go back to California but then I suggested we do long distance if she wanted to go follow her dreams elsewhere & it was like she was angry im not following her I guess… I love her a lot don’t get me wrong but this is my future too I just wanted her to understand am I wrong here women are very confusing no offense” you laugh “Mike were really not that complicated if you really pay attention & from what it sounds like I don’t think it’s that she wants you to not follow your dreams I think deep down she’s scared that you’ll drift apart from being away from each other. Maybe she’s afraid you’ll find someone new or forget about her. Even if you for sure know that’d never happen she’ll always feel that way she’s young & you guys are first loves. I love you two together but I also look at you like my brother & I won’t sugarcoat things most people don’t stay with their first loves. Yes there’s those couples that are rare & they’ve only ever loved one another but it’s not very common. I’m not telling you to leave her or explore options because your heart is where it is I just suggest whatever you do decide you have to make sure you yourself are 100% okay with your choice’s because if you’re not happy how can you make someone else happy you know? Does that make sense?” He thought for a moment “Yeah it does.. I’m just scared I guess” “and that’s normal Mike it truly is any big step in life is scary I was so afraid of letting Eddie in I shut him out at first. Imagine if I never let him in we wouldn’t even be here right now having this conversation” a beautiful woman comes to the table “hello my name is Leilani & I’ll be your server what can I get you two this fine afternoon?” “Ohh your name is so beautiful! & I’ll take a Virgin pina colada & a cola with cherries & Mike?” “Uh I’ll have what she’s having?” You giggle “and a sampler tray please” “thank you & okay can I get you anything else?” You scan over the menu one more time “I’ll try the musubi as well but I think that’s it for now” “very well I’ll put that right in for you & be right back with your drinks” “thank you so much Leilani“ “you’re most welcome mam”.

Eddie finally returns to the table “I ordered your soda love & got us a sampler tray” “sweet thanks princess” “you’re welcome” you smile Leilani approached with your drinks Mike grabs his straw looking nervously wondering if he’s gonna like it taking a small sip & then he lights up & starts really going for it. “You like that?” He nods not even taking himself away from the cup “yeah when we’d go on vacation with Gareth’s family when we were kids we’d get those at this seafood restaurant they were the best”. The food soon arrives at the table & you don’t know if it’s the baby or you but you feel like you haven’t eaten in days the three of you clearing every dish on the table but yet you still aren’t full. “Eds what time is it?” “Uh.. it’s quarter after 4 sweetheart why?” “Uhhh I’m thinking earlier dinner tonight baby isn’t full yet & neither am I” he chuckles shaking his head he looks so beautiful right now sun kissed skin freckles splayed like the worlds most beautiful set of stars hair blowing through the salty air & his beautiful caramel eyes pulling you in like a magnet before you know it your both nose to nose stealing kisses at the table “gross guys cut it out it’s like sitting watching my parents make out ICKY” you bust out laughing before getting up to go see if the others are ready to head to the next spot. Seeing Koa & the others all gathered by the dolphin experience entrance Dustin comes running up to you three “Hey guys that was so awesome & Lucas screamed like a girl & Jeff cried I wished I had a camcorder it was hilarious!” You’re all laughing as you load onto the bus heading to your last destination for the day before heading back to the resort for dinner & wind down for the night. Pulling up to the nature preserve you all see the most beautiful scenery a waterfall with the bluest water you’ve ever beautiful agriculture just the energy here is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. Koa let’s you all know you’re going for a small hike & then back to the resort. You all walk in a group up a large hilltop & when you finally reach the very top Koa stops taking in a deep breath “this is one of my favorite places you can see the whole island from here” everyone staring in wonder at the site before them “thank you for bringing us here Koa its breathtaking I know if we do get to pick what our Heaven looks like when we go I want it to look just like this” Eddie pulls you close wrapping an arm around your shoulders “it really is gorgeous up here thank you for bringing us all on this vacation it really is gonna be one we’’lol never forget thank you sweetheart” blushing “you’re all very welcome nobody else id rather be here with well besides Wayne poor old man needs a vacation just as much then next one most definitely especially after the baby is born maybe we can rent an rv & do something?” He pulls you in tighter “id love that princess.. so??… what do you think we’re having a boy or girl?” It takes you a split second to answer “I’m happy as long as they are healthy I know that no matter what gender the baby may be that it’ll have the best dad & mom & aunts & uncles & grandpa ever. Why? Is there a preference you’re having?” “No not really I was just curious they say sometimes people just know I’m trying to figure it out but I got nothing yet. When’s you’re appointment again?” “Uh it’s like 4 days after we get home I figured we’d need time to adjust after getting back”. Heading down the hill back to the bus to head to the resort you all board & everybody falls asleep on the way back except for gareth who’s in protective brother mode watching over since everyone else is out like a light. Pulling into the front of the resort hotel gareth wake’s everyone up & you all pile out into the lobby “okay guys it’s 6:30 let’s all get changed we’ll meet back here in 30 minutes & head to dinner sound good?” Everyone agrees & goes to get changed meeting back exactly when you ask. “Okay Hawaiian BBQ tonight guys babies hungry so follow the trail on the left side of the lobby doors & its supposed to lead us right to it”.

You all get there & it’s just as beautiful as every other place you’ve eaten so far except this place is wall to wall flowers & it smells amazing between the floral arrangements & the food your senses are on overload. The boys see a bunch of pigs cooking on spits over large fires “that’s so cool I’ve never actually seen one of these in person before” Dustin being naturally curious & excited “it smells amazing too” Lucas chimes in “I’m starving” you & Mike say at the same exact time causing everyone to laugh “hello my name is Malia how can I help you this evening?” “Hello we have a reservation under Munson?” “Ah yes party of 8 right this way we have a section reserved just for you the hotel manager called ahead & let us know there were newlyweds on their way for a reservation so we went ahead & set a special spot for you all again my name is Malia & I’ll be your server this evening if you’ll follow me I’ll have you seated & take drink orders upon my return” you all follow behind to a small hall in the back inside is one large table with 8 chairs exactly with a set up that puts your wedding reception to shame. “Wow this looks amazing” Lucas staring down the whole room as you all begin to be seated. “Okay what can I get everyone to drink?” You speak up first “for the gentlemen tonight any bottle they’d like for the table I’d like a Virgin bay breeze please & boys do you guys want soda or?..” “I don’t know what Jamie is getting but I know she’s pregnant & can’t drink so we’ll try what she’s having” Lucas says & the boys seem fine with the decision “okay then a bottle for the gentleman & four virgin bay breezes” “okay boys the wife just handed me the drink menu what should we get fellas?” Scanning over they have no clue what to get you take it back from him giggling “I’ve got this now hun you look confused Malia they’ll take a bottle of your finest local rum thank you so much” “okay I’ll put that right in & be back with the dinner menus & specials for tonight” “thank you Malia” Jeff’s cheeks are so red someone definitely has a crush you poke Eddie getting him to catch on & you both chuckle. Malia comes back with everyone’s drinks the bottle for the guys & 4 glasses as well as the dinner menus. “Enjoy I’ll be back in 10 to take your orders” “thank you again”. You all decided to get a little bit of everything so you can all share & try it all Malia looks so happy with all that your ordering & upon taking our orders she informs us that tonight we only are being charged half the bill as a gift & free dessert which made the kids extremely happy this was definitely a meal you’ll never forget everything was absolutely delicious the presentation alone deserved an award you’re all so stuffed by the time your meal is through that you take dessert to go all making it easier for Malia by all getting the coconut cream lava cake & tipping her the half of the bill you saved her eyes popping in shock “Mrs this is too much I couldn’t” shaking her head so you take both of her hands “you can & you will you’re a delightful person & you’ve made my honeymoon something to remember so please take it & thank you for the amazing service” “thank you Mrs” “you can call me Jamie” “well thank you Jamie I appreciate this so much my son he’s been ill & this will help me pay for the medicine he needs god bless you” her eyes watering now making you emotional too you go into your bag & grab a pencil & paper “here is my number when I get home & if you ever need to vent you call me okay & send your son our love & prayers have a beautiful night Malia“ “you as well Jamie thank you so so much”. You all head back to the hotel you decided to go barefoot wanting to feel the sand for as long as possible before home called & you wouldn’t be able to. “Thanks for dinner & everything Jamie & Eddie we’re all beat & gonna hit the hay what time is everything tomorrow?” “You guys have to be ready by 11am & me & the boys are leaving for the beach by noon goodnight everyone” “yeah goodnight guys” you & Eddie waive heading to your room for much needed sleep.

[weirdcoreboy]

I Hate You- But I'm Not A Monster

G/T Gotcha For Gaza 2024! @gtgotcha4gaza / @smallsday Prompt: Two normal-sized characters are enemies, but character A puts aside their differences to help character B when B suddenly shows up tiny / having shrunk. Despite this, B is afraid that A will hurt them in their vulnerable state. (You can use any characters for this, and if you don't like the prompt, feel free to modify or shorten it as you see fit!)

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Vincent Feldman, aged 22, thought that the hardest thing in his life would be high school. But noooo, bullies are in college too, apparently. Between homework, parties, and his bully, Damien Blackwood, he wasn't sure how he was staying afloat.

But what happens when a mysterious package shows up at his door?

I Hate You- But I'm Not A Monster - weirdcoreboy - No Fandom [Archive of Our Own]

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Vincent stared at the blank screen in front of him, the empty Gaggle page seemingly taunting him for not being able to write a single line of this stupidly hard project he had to write for his college. He pouted before glancing at the clock and gasping in horror as he realized what time it was. 11:45 PM. Well… crap.

He gritted his teeth and reopened the laptop, typing furiously. He had forgotten that the assignment Professor Tayman had assigned him- the one he was writing- was due the next day. Er…well, to be more precise, in fifteen minutes. He swallowed nervously. This would most definitely be an…interesting presentation tomorrow. He could almost see it- him wobbling to the front of the room, most likely sleep-deprived- and then mumbling out his essay to the other twenty students in the class. He stifled a snicker just thinking about it, before he stopped and sighed, thinking back to what happened the previous week. First, there was Damien. Damien was your typical emo that looked like he hadn’t been out in the sun for at least his whole life, and by that I mean the sort of person who would probably get a sunburn from a flashlight. Hell, Vincent wouldn't have bee surprised if the guy hadn’t seen any form of light since he was in the hospital after getting born. He had (definitely dyed) black hair that covered his right eye and was down to his shoulders in what was either a messily done wolf cut or a mullet done by a blind person on steroids. If that wasn’t bad enough, he constantly had the annoying seventh-grade ‘I’m so cool, I’m so special, look at me’ aura, despite the fact he was wearing what Vincent privately thought was the ugliest black skull tank top and black cargo pants with chains all over them in the world, making him sound like a human jingle bell. What was even worse about this guy was the fact he was twenty-two. A legal adult as well as the same age as Vincent himself.

Although…he couldn’t say much himself. He glanced down at his ruffled shirt with polka dots on it, which earned him the nickname ‘clown boy’ in school. He wrinkled his nose in distaste thinking about all of Damien’s teasing remarks on it. Again, the man was twenty-two, for heaven’s sake. He shook his head violently, trying to clear his thoughts. “Ugh! I am not letting some emo loser ruin my day! He can go die in a hole, for all I care!” he exclaimed, before ducking his head in embarrassment as he realized he said that aloud. “I mean…whatever.” he muttered to himself, before he heard the doorbell ring, making him jump and fall out of his chair. “Ow…why does my stupid apartment have to install such loud door…whatever.” he grumbled, rubbing his head before getting up and taking out his phone, checking his outfit and makeup before going to the door. “Who is it?” he asked before just opening the door, not bothering to check. Admittedly, that wasn’t the best idea, as he immediately got pelted in the face by rain. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but…wow, that hurt. “Augh-?!” he managed out, getting water in his mouth immediately. He spat it out and shielded his eyes with his hands, looking up, then down and spotting a box. ‘Seriously?! What the hell-?!’ he thought to himself before picking it up. ‘This better be good…’ He shook the box and could’ve sworn he heard a muffled, tiny…human-like scream coming from it, but…it was probably just the rain. Right? Right??? He sighed and brought the box to the kitchen, checking his phone for emails. No…he hadn’t ordered anything recently. His binder had come in the previous day, and he didn’t have anything else out for delivery. So…what was this thing? It wasn’t labeled, and it was dripping all over his counter. “You know what, random box?” he said to it, “I’m just gonna assume this is a glitter bomb and…” he grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer and stabbed it in, “Not open it carefully. I’m already sparkly enough.” he joked to himself, tearing the box open. He didn’t notice the muffled screams coming from it as he finished opening it, staring inside to find…absolutely nothing. “Oh, come on…” he whined to himself as he reached into the seemingly empty box, feeling around the edges until he felt a small, ping-pong ball-sized object. He squeaked in surprise as the thing moved, curling up tighter in his palm, “I don’t…what?” he mumbled, lifting it out of the box and staring at the trembling ball of what appeared to be charcoal. “Eh-?!” he let out a squeak of surprise, nearing dropping it as it jumped in his hand. 

“Uhm…” he was at a loss for words as he poked the thing, hearing it squeak. “I’m sorry!! Sorry…” he apologized as the doll…thing…tiny human…? uncurled itself and looked up at him, and he immediately recognized the man. 

“D-Damien…?” He stammered out, noticing how the other man immediately flinched and started trying to get out of his grip. “Wait, wait wait hold on—“ he said as he held him tighter, earning a squeak from the poor boy in his hands. “Wait, no, I’m sorry-“ he apologized, loosening his grip as Damien screamed in a tiny voice, making his heart break a bit. 

“Let me go, you freak!!” The emo boy screeched out as he squirmed, the chains on his pants catching on Vincent’s nails and making the whole situation even worse. “Were you the one who did this to me—?!” 

Vincent’s eyebrows shot up. “No, I swear! The package you were in was just delivered to my house in the rain!!” He protested, trying to get Damien to see, but Damien just froze, paling. 

“I-I-“ 

Vincent cut him off. “Come on man, you’re sopping wet and…this happened.” He indicated Damien’s size. “Can we at least just…get you some food and maybe dry…something?” He sighed as Damien stiffened. 

“No.” He hissed, “you are going to tell me what I’m doing here and what happened.” He hissed, trying to seem tough, but his voice shook at the end.

“I don’t know man, seriously!” Vincent exclaimed. “You just…showed up, and I don’t know what-!” He was cut off by Damien. 

“How am I supposed to trust your words?” The raven haired boy glared at him, “you and I, we’re enemies, you know that. You could..you could snatch me up and hurt me and—” he started trembling.

Vincent’s eyes went wide, “Dude, look at me-“ he began, using a finger to tilt Damien’s chin up to look at him. “First of all, you started our ‘rivalry’, whatever it was…and whatever your little emo heart is thinking, I’m not planning on hurting you. We haven’t gotten physical once, and I’m not going to break it.” He finished. After a moment of silence, he added, 

“Also, I’m the only person here, so it’s not like you have any other words to trust.” 

Damien huffed, knowing he couldn’t argue. “Clothes, then food, then talk?” He finally muttered out as Vincent smiled. This was…progress. Maybe. He still noticed the small shake in Damien’s voice and he tried his best to reassure him as he put the boy on the counter. 

“Clothes, then food, then talk.” He parroted. With that, he turned to find something for Damien to wear, despite their massive size difference. Hell, he’d even sew something up for him to wear. After a bit, he found something perfect.

“Damien!” He called back as he came back into the kitchen with the clothes before spotting an empty counter. His blood ran cold as he stared. “Damien…?” He paled, 

“Damien, talk to me. Where are you?” He said frantically before looking at his platform boots, suppressing a gagging noise as he thought about what had happened. He checked his boots, which were clean- thank goodness- before throwing them across the room and watching his steps. 

“Hey…Damien, it’s safe, I promise.” He whispered as he carefully walked up to the counter, noticing a trail of water droplets that led to a cereal box. He moved there quickly, putting a hand on the box to move it before hearing something- probably a scream, but at Damien’s size, it was more of a squeak. 

“Stop!!” 

The blonde immediately retracted his hand with a gasp. “Sorry, sorry—“ he mumbled out before an idea came to mind. “I won’t move it…” he began, a smile coming to his face, “but you have to talk to me.” He coaxed. A few seconds passed before he heard a muffled, “Fine.” coming from behind the box. 

Vincent sat down, leaning against the counter, “So, Damien…how are you feeling?” He asked. He heard a dry laugh in response. 

“Besides waking up in a box and getting held like a toy by my enemy…? I just feel…am I dreaming?” Damien sighed, “I mean, I seriously couldn’t have just…gotten shrunk by someone..and then somehow mailed to Vincent freaking Feldman, literally the dumbest person in school and-“ he cut himself off, obviously realizing his predicament. 

Vincent, however, only laughed. “gee, thanks for the description. I’m flattered. Is that how it happened though? Some guy just…decided to shrink you? Why?” 

“I don’t know…” Damien replied. “But I feel kinda…I feel stupid, like this is just another thing proving how I’m just a worthless idiot and-“ he was cut off by Vincent standing up. 

“Hey! I won’t let you say those things about yourself.” He flared, instinctively moving and slapping away the cereal box, the only thing separating the two. He watched Damien pale as the cereal spilled nearby. “I-I didn’t-“ he began as Damien started to back up. “Wait-!” 

“This- this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” The other boy retorted before he could finish. “T-to make me feel safe a-and capture me!” With every word, he backed up a step more until he was just on the edge of the counter.

“Damien, hold on-!” Vincent yelled, reaching for him. “You’re gonna-“ 

Damien’s eyes went wide and he flinched back before falling off the counter with a scream, shutting his eyes tightly and expecting certain death. One second passed…then another…until he finally cracked an eye open. 

“Wh-?” He said as he was being held by Vincent again. The blonde had practically belly-flopped over the counter, laying on his stomach. Damien watched him wince. He flinched as Vincent spoke.

“What the hell, man…” the blonde growled. “Don’t say those things about yourself. I mean it.” He said as he got off the counter, still holding Damien as he lifted him up to eye level.

“Look man. You might be an idiot, but you’re not worthless, no matter what size you are. Besides, you’re my idiot.” 

It took a few seconds for both boys to process that, but when they did, Damien busted out laughing and Vincent just covered his face with his free hand in embarrassment, flushing a deep crimson.

“Anyway!” He exclaimed out, trying to change the subject, “Damien freaking Whitman! Stop laughing!” He said in a mom-like tone, making Damien laugh harder. “What was I saying-? Oh yeah! Clothes, then food, then talk!” He huffed out as he held out Damien’s new clothes. 

“I thought they might suit you. I used to sew doll clothes but this is really nice fabric that I tossed together. Hope you like it?” He managed out, trying to suppress a smile as Damien looked the clothes over.

Damien immediately stopped laughing at the sight. “…Dude, is that a dress? And it’s pink? ” 

Vincent started snickering at his expression, “I think you just invented a new shade of white with how pale you just got…” he managed out as he put Damien and the obnoxiously pink dress onto the table. “I’ll leave you be with your new…friend. Don’t run off again.” He grinned as Damien’s jaw dropped, the raven haired boy looking between him and the monstrosity of a dress.

“Can’t wait to see you in this, bye!” Vincent moved to leave quickly as Damien started shouting.

“Dude- VIN- wait! I’M SORRY FOR LAUGHING-! Don’t make me wear this!” The emo boy begged as the door clicked shut. He could hear Vincent laughing in the hall as he screeched.

“VINCENT FELDMAN!”

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