#happy teddy day status

[noisilytremendousmiracle]

10 February Happy Teddy Day 2023 | Teddy Day In Hindi | Teddy Day Status...

[windywriter]

Birthdays in hell

Satan: Would probably take mc barhopping all across gehenna. But I also think Ppyong would invite his entire family to celebrate. Poor mc would be swarmed by redlumps wishing them well. Even jjyu would hold his tongue, just a little though. I also think Belial would give me a little statue of jjyu like his artifact or a record he thinks they'd like. Zagan would give a special talisman he made. Paimon would probably give them a bunch of stickers and bubble gum. Leraye I feel would give them a headless teddy bear. Astaroth we haven't seen much yet but I feel like he'd be good at recommending books. Sitri thought Solomon's birthday was on a different day but he just reasons that he must have misremembered. He makes the most delicious tea for mc. And that's not even accounting for all the well wishes and gifts MC would receive from the citizens.

Mammon: He'd probably throw MC an entire parade in celebration. Anything they'd want he'd get for them. I also feel like he'd offer to make their birthday a national holiday too. Hell, why not make their entire birth month a holiday? After all Mammon owns everything. But if mc says that would be too much, he is willing to downsize to the aforementioned national holiday. Eligos would have a field day teaching MC the ways of being cute. Also bihmet would probably go around asking for money from others saying it's "for Mc's birthday fund".

Leviathan: I feel like mc's birthday would be a quiet and formal affair. This is mainly because they might raise Levi's envy. There is a strict rule where no one can wish mc a "Happy birthday" until Leviathan does it. As for gifts they're mainly piled up in front of MC in the throne room. Although they have to be careful with that as well lest Leviathan become envious of how happy their gift makes Mc. Mc's birthday always sets a new record for how many times leviathan has someone hung in a day. But overall Leviathan is notably happier for the entire day which is more than enough for everyone.

Beelzebub: I always feel like there's a non-zero chance of Beel either coming in half way through the party with his gift for mc, or stealing them away for an impromptu trip. Bael usually tries to set up a formal party but Beel tends to crash it. Beel has also been strictly banned from making food after the incident with dantalion last year. But he always manages to sneak his food in somehow...

As for the other kings I can't really say, but I feel like if mc started crying from happiness Lucifer would be more than happy to help them.

BONUS Minhyeok:

Minhyeok has probably celebrated almost every birthday with MC since their childhood. I feel like he would always save up as much money as he could for mc's birthday. He seemingly always knew what to get them even without mc even asking/hinting what they wanted. Makes a feast for them and might pull a few favors if MC wants to do something special. That man would catch the moon and stars for mc if they asked.

[heartfullofleeches]

Cemetery Groundskeeper Creep Reader- Looking for some extra cash and a way to attempt getting over their aversion of the living, creep Reader finds the perfect job for themselves in the papers - nightshifts at the local allegedly haunted cemetery. It's the best thing that's ever happened to them. The clean up is wonderful stress relief from a hectic day, and being surrounded by so many graves wards off the dark parts of their mind.

They spend their days learning all about these people and the gruesome demises few have. They take the general knowledge they've obtained and in the dead of night they talk to the graves as if they're making conversation with neighbors and friends. It's easier to talk to somebody when they can't talk back and you can imagine them as the rotten husks they now are which would be unsettling for some, but makes creep reader feel right at home. The feeling of eyes on them makes them want to claw out their skin, but it's safe to say most of these people don't and that makes them happy.

The spirits and ghouls haunting the yard would die a second and third time be apart of their one-sided conversations. Every other human is so gloomy and sad when they come by, but creep reader walks in with the biggest smile someone like them can muster. Their laughter is so much more comforting than all the tears. Creep Reader starts to find food and teddy bears left for the cemetery's residents in their car. They feel eyes on them, but they're so hollow and empty they don't really care. Sometimes there's a face in the rearview mirror when they head home. Sometimes the crows they feed bring them little treasures and wedding rings. Whenever they have to miss a day because they're sick they always notice disturbed dirt near few of the graves like someone had been clawing at the soil with their hands. The statue they finally managed to scrape all that gum off has moved slightly as well, and the tears running down its stone cheeks have dried. They never play too much mind and go about their night cleaning and talking to everyone they've met so far. Maybe someday, if they listened close enough, they'll realize they've always received a reply.

[dsknsk]

E.G.O Analysis - Hex Nail

NOTE: This will mainly go over the E.G.O on Rodion and on Sinclair, because there already is an excellent analysis of it on Faust.

Has no Canto 7 spoilers and will not talk about the Abnormality/E.G.O in a Canto 7 context. Please do NOT add it for the sake of people who want to remain unspoiled.

I have done it. I said I would go write E.G.O analysis posts and here we are - starting with Hex Nail because, with the two new examples of it, it's been on my mind for a while.

But before we analyze the E.G.O, we must first go to the source Abnormality and observe it.

Source

Hurting Teddy Bear is an Abberation of the Happy Teddy Bear. The Happy Teddy Bear was once a regular teddy bear, who was owned by a girl who loved him. Until, one day, for some unknown reason, it was left behind and abandoned - the girl presumably never coming back. But, and here's the important thing: it was and is still a teddy bear. Even though it and Hurting Teddy Bear are, well, Abnormalities, they are also very clearly plush animals.

And plush animals are created to be loved. To be hugged. Thus, both Hurting and Happy Teddy Bear still sit there, waiting for people who it can hug.

The difference with them is the type of experience they went through. While it is stated that Happy Teddy Bear (hence its name) was very much loved while it still had an owner, Hurting Teddy Bear is not told to have had an owner. It sits in a space reminiscent of a daycare instead. And from the text, we can infer that the way that it was treated was very much not loving and that it is, in fact, suffering:

A teddy bear suffers from having nails lodged into its body.

This teddy bear was mistreated, as it was staked, impaled, and its eyes presumably ripped out, torn apart and then haphazardly stitched together with thread. From what is visible it is clear that such damage cannot simply be from a single moment. No, this is a built up torment, a result from long-term abuse.

But because it's a teddy bear, and thus made to be loved, it knows nothing else than that it should be loved. Being essentially an inanimate object (its status as an Abnormality aside), it can't do anything but sit there and wait until someone gives it love. And it's clear that that hasn't happened at all. When you encounter it, you can decide to help it, either by bandaging its wounds or removing its nails. Both lead to an effect that is beneficial to you (either a heal to your allies or its E.G.O gift if you win the check, and some cost if you lose). Even so, it's not stated that this fixed it up. It leaves behind "an empty void" after bleeding out if you remove its nails, and if you bandage its wounds, you make sure to give it an extra good dressing because after some surface treatment, the wound still seems sore.

But most damning, if you fail the check for removing its nails, it is said that it doesn't look like it minds - and that it perhaps is unable to feel pain anymore.

Hear me out.

Happy Teddy Bear represents abandonment, still wanting for that loved one to come back, and clinging to anyone who shows any kind of attention.

Hurting Teddy Bear represents a toxic relationship (not just with one other person, also with society in general), the wanting for love of someone and the things you do for it, only to be hurt over and over again, yet still remaining there without any kind of protest, slowly having become unable to feel the pain anymore.

The nails in specific perhaps symbolize a deep trauma, one that's lodged so deeply that, when removed, they leave behind nothing at all:

You removed the nails from the teddy bear. Bloody pus pours out of the holes. Once the plush had finished its copious exudation, only a dark cavity remained within. It is an empty void.

Sinclair

Now, Sinclair already has his own theme going on within his past concerning impalement, nails and abuse, so it is only natural for him to get this E.G.O. Similar to Faust, he also is positioned turned away from the viewer, as if he doesn't want to show the viewer what his body looks like from the front.

Combined with what the Abnormality symbolizes, it is safe to say that this E.G.O resonance stems from Kromer's abuse. This is also implied with his Awakening line:

Why don't you try impaling yourself then? Feel what it's like to have someone curse you…

Kromer is known for impaling others. And it's almost as if it's an answer to her acts, to what she did to him. He feels like she "cursed" him. Meanwhile, the Corrosion line is him taking up the abuse instead and returning it back to sender:

Now that you're torn, I'll sew you up! Heheh... get over here!

After Kromer tore him apart, all that she had to do was attempt to "sew him up", i.e taking him in and "undoing" the damage in that way, in her twisted view. And now he's taking that violence and sending it back - it's a nod towards his own violent thoughts. Even after his chapter concluded and Kromer is dead, he still harbors feelings of hate towards her (maybe especially since he couldn't deal the finishing blow or made her death more torturous). On another note, in Cavernous Wailing's Awakening line it's also implies he still thinks of the people who died, wishing he could've taken all their sorrow on himself instead.

Speaking of impaling. The "button" at his throat is in fact a nail, as becomes clear in the Corrosion where his eyes are torn out (almost as if he doesn't (want to) see), and he is staked in a similar way.

Rodion

Rodion's E.G.O differs from the other two in a very substantial way.

First off, her attire. It looks more like a doll version of the teddy, or alternatively, the dress of the little girl that might've roughed it up so much. It also seems the least hurt, only having stitches.

Secondly, the Abnormality is much smaller in the art, small enough for Rodion to puppet it around. Through this, it also appears in the attack itself on her sprite, during which she also explicitly puppets it and seemingly makes it do her bidding.

While the connection was very obvious with Sinclair in that it led back to the abuse he went through himself, Rodion's connection is a little deeper.

Similar to her namesake, Rodion has a continuing conflict in that she wants to show to the world that she's special somehow. The way that the fandom seems to know her is the trope she's a parody of, the "ara-ara hard drinking and partying big sister with motherly tendencies". A frivolous character type without a care in the world.

Rodion is trying to control how people perceive her, by putting on this facade. During the Awakening attack as well as in the art, Rodion puts on an exaggerated happy expression. Note that in the normal sprites, happiness tends to be shown by a simple smile. She is really, really trying to show to others that she is a happy person, and trying to control people's opinion and thoughts of her in this way.

The thing is...it's very much not working. Well, apparently not on a part of the fandom aside.

And we can see that in the Corrosion - it is a reversion of what she did in the Awakening. Instead of her seemingly controlling the bear, it is in control of her now, even literally swapping the position by making her the doll with the bear being bigger, looming over her.

Note that in the idle sprite, her smile has disappeared. She has her eyes open and is no longer wearing an exaggerated look on her face. That is, except for when you hover over with your mouse over the sprite when she's standing there, and when she is clashing. Even during the Corrosion attack itself she momentarily snaps back to a sad expression before switching back to that exaggerated smile again.

Resources

Faust's Hex Nail needed 6 Envy - just a large amount of Envy. However, these two E.G.Os need three types of resources instead, and Envy is merely one of them.

We already sorta kinda explained Envy above, in that Envy is a Sin that relates to what others did to you. You can see its symbol as thorns as representatives - thorns don't harm by themselves, it is only when someone touches them that they hurt.

Sinclair needs 2 Envy and Rodya needs 4. This might perhaps be because Rodya's own issue (which I described in her section) is very much ongoing, whereas Kromer is dead and not present to hurt her anymore. Rodya still feels the need to put on a facade to get the impressions others have of her under control; Sinclair "merely" still harbors memories of his past abuse and he's showing signs of healing (like him not really minding Christmas decorations anymore).

Both of them need 2 Lust. This can be chalked up to the both of them wanting something that isn't physical - Sinclair wants Kromer to suffer as much as he did (notably not Wrath, as standing up and acting can't do anything since Kromer is dead, so it remains a desire), and Rodya wants others to see her as a good, special person.

And lastly, the both of them need Pride - Sinclair needing 2 Pride, while Rodya needs 1. I think that in here, Pride should be read as the ignoring of consequences, and Sinclair needs more because for him, the consequences could be much more grave. If he really did decide to double down on N Corp, the force behind Kromer, he could send a whole bunch of misfortune on his path for the sake of following that "desire" (Lust). While Rodya's issue, while she treats it as very important, could result "merely" in people seeing her as just a try-hard who is just a wannabe.

And so, that's it for this time. I didn't go over the resistances since I haven't found a good explanation for those, but this should be enough for the time being.

[rabbitblackx]

Heyy authorr!

Can u please do some slasher their reaction when the s/o give them a new weapon :)

i just want Michael and Jason in it. the rest can u choose.

Reader gives Michael and Jason new weapons

Michael Myers💖

One day while Michael came over to visit, you presented him with a gift. With a big smile, you held out a large, sharp kitchen knife for him. A big red bow was tied around the lacquered, wooden handle of the blade. Michael tilted his head to the side, observing the present for him laying in your palms

“I saw it at one of those fancy kitchen stores today!” You explained. Michael remained silent as he took his black eyes off the knife and to your excited features. “It’s so nice and shiny—and sharp! It was too good to pass up. I thought you might like it.”

Michael slowly reached his hand up to take the knife from you. He inspected it curiously in his grasp, staring at his masked reflection in the silver blade

Michael wasn’t very good at expressing gratitude as he rarely ever felt it, if at all. Several days passed and he had already used your present a numerous amount of times. The blade was still razor sharp but not as shiny, as blood was smeared all over

Michael walked home through the quiet streets of downtown Haddonfield. He passed some closed stores, with knickknacks and whatnots displayed in the front windows

Something caught his eye from behind the glass of a gift shop. He halted to a stop, peering through the window. A plush teddy bear smiled back at him in the dark. A big red bow was tied around its neck, much like the one you put on Michael’s knife

You stayed up waiting for Michael to return home. You sprung off your bed and to your feet when you heard the front door creak open. You skipped over to the door, beaming at Michael through the dim lighting

“Hi, Michael.” You cooed

The floor whined under his boots as he approached you. He was hiding something behind his back. Just as you were about to ask what it was, your eyes suddenly lit up with joy

Michael revealed the teddy bear to you, holding it out for you to take. You immediately snatched it from him and hugged it close to your chest

“Oh, Michael!” You cried

You threw your arms around the killer, snuggling into his own chest with the bear sandwiched between you two. As much as Michael enjoyed the knife you gave him, it was safe to say that your reaction to your own gift was far better

Jason Voorhees💖

Today was Jason’s birthday! He popped into your cabin unannounced, nearly scaring the bejesus out of you when you entered the living room to find him standing there

“Happy birthday, Jason!” You exclaimed. Jason stood like a statue in the middle of the room. “Ooh, stay there! I got you something.” You said before ducking into the kitchen for a spell

You didn’t need to worry about Jason moving. As you returned to the room holding a cake box and gift, he hadn’t moved an inch. He finally broke that though when his head tilted to the side at the sight of the goodies in your hands

You set the present on the couch, and instead opened the cake box. You revealed a round cake to him that read, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON in green frosting

“It’s just for you! I hope you like it.” You crooned

Jason didn’t know how to react as you closed the box and set it on the couch too. But then you snatched the present up and giddily handed it to him

“Open it! Open it! Open it!” You squealed while jumping excitedly on the spot

Jason hesitated before tearing the wrapping paper away from the long object. His dead heart dropped at the sight of a silver machete that was beautifully engraved with roses and cursive patterns

“Do ya like it?” You asked

Jason whipped his head up from the machete to gaze upon you. He couldn’t believe you did this for him. It was so beautiful

“Happy birthday, Jason.” You said again softly

It was awkward, but Jason shuffled over to you. The machete dropped to the floor as he carefully wrapped his strong arms around your frame. He wasn’t used to hugging you like this, but didn’t know how else to thank you. It wasn’t like he could talk or anything

“This is nice.” You murmured contently against him

Jason didn’t respond, nor did he budge to break away from you. After a few lovingly long seconds, you slipped yourself away with a gentle grin on your face

“So,” you started. “How about some of your cake?”

[goodlucktai]

the soft animal of your body (1/3)

rise of the tmnt daemon au word count: 4k title borrowed from 'wild geese' by mary oliver

this au is the brainchild of myself and my dearest meeks, @gibbouslunation on ao3, @mykimouser on tumblr. it's inspired by 'his dark materials' but we're playing fast and loose with canon so please dont take it too seriously <3

the daemons so far !

read on ao3

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“Mikey,” a persistent voice says, “wake up!”

“Mmmmno,” he mumbles, rolling over. “Five more minutes.”

The mattress gives beneath him with a bounce and a furry body wriggles its way close, shoving a wet snout against Mikey’s cheek. He giggles despite himself and tries tugging the blanket over his head, but it’s caught carefully in a set of teeth, and a game of tug-o-war starts immediately. 

“I thought you wanted to make Raphie and Teddy’s favorites for breakfast this morning! If you sleep in there won’t be time!”

With a start, Mikey remembers the significance of the day and shoots upright. A second later, his arms are full of a very enthusiastic Border Collie. Helianthus is always excited to see him in the morning, like she didn’t just see him the night before. She’s always excited to see everyone, and Mikey both understands her and loves her with his whole entire soul. 

He gathers Sunflower’s head in both hands and kisses her firmly between the eyes. She holds as still as a statue until the deed is done and then explodes into action, licking his face like it’s the last thing she’ll ever do, entire body wagging from the force of her happy tail. 

Dodging her affections and untangling himself from the blanket, Mikey manages to climb out of bed. He’d wanted a hammock when he was little, but when Sunny settled, it didn’t make sense to have a bed that was so tricky for her to get into and out of. 

She was the first of all his siblings’ daemons to settle, even April’s. She knows exactly who she is, and always has. 

“Breakfast!” he reminds her.

“Oh, right!” she says, and shoots out of the room like an arrow. 

A startled squawk in the kitchen probably means Donnie and Terror are up already, which probably means they pulled an all-nighter. And if they’re awake, their twins definitely are.

Leo’s relationship with sleep is hot and cold on a good day, but there isn’t a force on earth that could persuade him to lay around in bed while his counterparts were getting into trouble somewhere without him. 

Sure enough, Mikey rounds the corner to find the four of them clustered around the kitchen table. Lucky perks up when she sees Mikey, and waves with one of her tiny paws, and he takes that as full permission to swoop in and steal her from Leo. 

Leo smiles into his coffee mug and lets his little daemon be the one who says, “Good morning, Angie!”

She rubs her face against Mikey’s cheek, as outwardly affectionate and sweet as Leo likes to pretend he isn’t. 

“Good morning, Lucky girl,” Mikey tells her, giving the ringtail an extra squeeze before letting her climb nimbly up his shoulder and perch on the lip of his carapace. 

With his daemon already smothered in love, Leo leans into Mikey’s hug immediately, none of that new reluctance they’re all trying to maneuver present in any inch of him. That’s how you game the system. 

(April was surprised by it when they first met. She was nine years old at the time, and absolutely fearless about following her new friends to their subterranean home. She greeted Splinter with the brisk, unbothered attitude of any native New Yorker and was an order of magnitude more impressed by Yumemi, who landed on August’s head in greeting as gently and prettily as a snowflake. 

Mikey had been pretty sure that nothing on earth had the power to surprise this girl. 

But less than an hour into her visit, Terror had gotten into trouble, as usual. She was scampering up the cabinets as a red-knee tarantula, because she’d made a bet with Lucky that she was just as fast climbing as she was flying. But when she was little, Terror tripped over her feet constantly no matter what form she was in, and eight legs was way more than she was used to keeping track of.

A panicked little squeak was their only warning when Terror slipped from the top of the cabinet, and maybe she would have thought to shift in time not to get hurt or maybe she would have kept scrambling to catch herself. It didn’t matter either way, because Raph reached out with both hands and caught her in the cup of them, safe and sound. 

April had sucked in a startled breath, but the twins and their daemons all chorused, “Thanks, Raphie!” as he stood on tiptoe to place Castor carefully back in the spot she’d slipped from. And the spider raced off again, lesson totally unlearned. 

“It’s okay, she won’t fall again,” Mikey had piped up, six years old and completely misunderstanding April’s reaction. “Terror is super clumsy but after their game she’ll probably turn back into something that flies!”

“It’s not that,” April said, looking between Raph and Mikey and Teddy and Sunflower like she had just discovered something besides their green skin and turtle shells that made them very strange to her. “Didn’t it—feel bad? To hold someone else’s daemon?”

She hugged Augustus to her stomach like the thought of anyone getting too close to him was enough to upset her. 

But Raph tilted his head in confusion and Teddy, a fluffy baby cow at the time, tilted hers with him. “It felt the same as holding mine,” he said. 

Any silly scampering part of Donnie was a part of Raph, too. Obviously. 

They hadn’t known it was anything strange growing up, as insular as their family was. Of course, they hadn’t known about their ninpo back then, either—that secret mystical connection they inherited the second Splinter became their father, that tied them all together, that made their souls neighbors to each other. 

And only a few years down the road, on a random summer afternoon in a busy comic book convention hall, when the big crowds were causing Teddy to shrink into a miserable little ball on Raph’s shoulder, April would say, “Come here, baby.” 

She wouldn’t overthink it or second-guess herself when Theodora crawled into her arms, even though a random kid in the crowd who clocked the exchange would do a comical double take. She would just scoop her little sister up and make her feel safe, like it was the simplest thing in the world. Because by then, April would be Hamato, too.)

While Leo’s occupied, Terror hops across the table and dips her beak into his cup. He clocks it and sighs deeply but doesn’t wave her away. 

Terror can get away with most things by virtue of being able to out-talk literally anyone, or by simply flying around like a maniac until her siblings get tired of trying to scold her and move onto damage control instead. 

“It’s not my fault your coffee tastes better,” she complains, feathers ruffled. “Donnie’s still trying to pretend like he likes to drink his black, and it’s gross!”

Sunflower laughs out loud, then tries to pretend like she didn’t. Donnie’s head snaps up from where he had it buried in his phone, an expression of theatrical betrayal painted across his face. 

“Castor!”

“Buy my silence! Use some syrup and creamer!” the hooded crow screeches back. 

Leo is giggling too, slumping down in his chair so he won’t be Donnie’s next target, and Pollux springs from Mikey’s shell on his way past the table to rejoin her person. She has her own little cup of coffee but she dips her weasel-like snout into Leo’s instead, because whatever Terror does, Lucky wants to do. 

“Good morning, Michelangelo,” a melodious voice greets him as he ties his apron on. 

Mikey beams at the little moth perched on the upright handle of a wooden spoon and says, “‘Morning, Emi. Did either of those bozos make you tea yet?”

The moth hums, an amused, affectionate sound. “Yes, my dear. They’ve been awake for an unfortunately long time already.”

“Ugh, that’s what I was afraid of,” Mikey grumbles, but his heart isn’t really in it. There’s no sunlight in the lair, but the company of his dad’s daemon is warm and bright all on its own. 

Yumemi is all the parts of Yoshi he doesn’t know how to express. Even back when his bad days could turn into bad weeks and he couldn’t muster the strength to get out of bed, his children never had the opportunity to question his love.

Not when Yumemi remembered all of their favorite things, and oversaw meals with watchful eyes to make sure everyone was eating their vegetables, and woke them from bad dreams with lullaby soft Japanese that needed no translation. 

Of course dad loved them. His soul was proof. She told them every day. 

Since he’d prepared the batter the night before, Mikey makes a decent headway on breakfast and has a tall stack of thin, flaky crêpes to show for it by the time Raph and Theodora wander in. 

They look surprised and then pleased to see everybody waiting for them, smiling at the lively chorus of “good morning”s and “happy birthday”s they’re accosted with right out of the gate. Terror is quick to flap around them at speed, talking a mile a minute, and it detracts from the weird bit of tension between Raph and Leo that still exists in the margins. 

Lucky quivers eagerly where she’s perched at the corner of the table, uncertain of her welcome and waiting on a cue. But the second Raph puts his hands out for her, she’s leaping into them. 

“Happy birthday Raphie, Teddy! We picked out the best best best presents for you!”

“We helped!” Terror interjects, incapable of being sidelined, or silent for longer than thirty seconds. “It was a team effort!”

“With all four of your heads together, I bet it’ll blow us away,” Raph says, gentle in that particular way he saves just for little siblings. 

To his credit, he doesn’t hesitate at all to pull Leo into a sidelong hug at the same time as he does Donnie in the opposite arm, and Leo sinks into it readily. Things have been a little weird and different, but not necessarily bad. 

When you can hold each other’s hearts in your hands on the regular, it’s hard to miss how loved you are. 

(About a week after Splinter’s abrupt announcement two years ago, shifting the leadership mantle from Raph, who had always held it, to Leo, who had never given indication he even wanted it, things were tense, to say the very least. 

Yumemi was downright chilly with her other half in a way Mikey hadn’t witnessed since the disastrous flu incident when they were kids, that time Donnie’s fever had to officially break 101° before Splinter could be convinced that Something Was Wrong.  

And unfortunately for dad, Leo had decided he was fully not on board with the decision, being his most contrary, uncooperative self at every turn. You have never seen malicious compliance until you’ve seen Leonardo with a point to prove. 

It all came to a head in a big blowout argument that really everyone should have seen coming. 

Looking back, Mikey doesn’t remember what started the fight, but it had been festering for days. Raphael was frustrated and his feelings were hurt. He’s been replaced out of nowhere, and his replacement didn’t seem to care about the job one way or another. 

And to make matters worse, Leo almost seemed to be baiting him. He had his arms folded and his hip propped in the doorway, a mean little smile on his face that Mikey almost didn’t recognize—he had never, ever seen Leo smile like that at Raph before. 

“Can’t you take something seriously for once in your life?” Raph said, fists clenched at his sides. “This is important and you’re acting like you don’t even care.”

“I think it’s safe to say you care enough for both of us,” Leo replied blithely, unmoved. 

Mikey felt a sharp spike of worry from Sunflower, who was reading all the high emotions in the room like a book. Teddy was still trying to mediate, but her soft voice got shouted over. 

“What if you goof off and one of your siblings gets hurt, huh?” Raph yelled, at his limit. “What if somebody gets killed cause you couldn’t bother to just grow up!”

Leo’s expression didn’t change at all, every inch the irreverent, unbothered teenager fully prepared to breeze past everything his big brother had to throw at him. 

But Lucky burst into tears. 

It drew everyone up short. The entire room just froze, like someone took an ill-timed screenshot. The only sound was Lucky crying, and then the scrabble of nails on concrete as Sunny raced across the room at top speed to comfort her, and Terror clicking her beat anxiously, all puffed up to twice her size. 

Raph looked like someone punched him in the stomach. Leo didn’t look at anyone at all. At least his mean little smile was gone. 

“Okay, boys and girls,” Yumemi said suddenly, startling them all out of the tense tableau. She was perched on the back of a kitchen chair, having observed the argument for who knew how long. Long enough, probably. “Family room, now.”

She was using the no-nonsense mom voice that got everyone moving. Seemingly between one blink and the next Mikey found himself on the sofa, Sunflower pressed into his side and panting anxiously. 

“I won’t pretend not to know what this is about,” the moth says. “Yoshi has certainly spent the last few days hoping it would resolve itself before intervention was necessary, but that clearly isn’t the case, and I’ve let this go on for too long.”

She wasn’t scolding them. She had a soft spot for her turtles and their daemons that was a mile wide on all sides. But she clearly expected to resolve this issue right then and there and wouldn’t tolerate the usual time-wasting tactics. 

Beating everyone to the punch, Terror bated her wings and blurted, “They don’t want to be the leaders, duh.”

After a beat of silence that felt extremely loud, Donnie added, “I would have thought that was obvious.”

Raph seemed shocked and Mikey felt that way too. Their whole lives together were a multi-part series of Leo stepping up and smoothing things over when they got out of hand, convincing his brothers to wait half a second instead of diving right in, scheming a way to get them out of trouble—or into trouble, as the situation called for it. He always seemed to live for it when a plan went off without a hitch. 

Mikey had never thought about it before, but now that it was laid out in front of him, it was weird. You’d think Leo would jump at the chance to lead. 

“It’s not really my bag,” Leo said instead. He had a hand on Pollux, almost hiding her completely. “All that extra work and responsibility, and not even a decent pay raise? No thanks. Besides, Raph does a great job. Why fix what isn’t broken?”

He refused to bend, sticking to his story. Knowing she was the weaker link, Lucky pressed her face into his plastron and wouldn’t answer any direct questions. Raphael looked like he was afraid to even breathe too loudly in their direction after making his littlest sister cry, and nodded rapidly when Yumemi asked if he was alright with things going back to the way they used to be. 

“Yeah. Of course. Whatever—whatever’s best.”

The moth sighed, but not at any of them. 

“Very well. I will speak with your father. He was wrong to handle this the way he did. Any future changes will be discussed beforehand, as a family. As for right now, Raphael is the eldest and he will continue to lead you.” 

Leo was out of his chair and out of the room so fast that Mikey wasn’t entirely sure he didn’t teleport. Donnie followed right behind him, their regular roles flipped. Raph didn’t move at all, hands squished between his own knees as if he didn’t trust them. 

Teddy was talking to him in her gentle voice. It was always so obvious to everyone who knew him why Raph’s soul took the shape it did, this soft thing that carried around a love so big it was better suited to someone ten times her size. 

Mikey couldn’t hear what Teddy was saying, but it wasn’t for him to hear in the first place. He couldn’t bear to leave his big brother like this, but he couldn’t bear to leave another brother hurting out of sight either.

Their bond pulsing both ways with white-hot worry and impatient, leaping love, Mikey could tell when Sunflower absolutely couldn’t wait another second. She hopped off the couch and circled around to where Raph was sitting and laid her head on his knee. 

It was delayed, but still a knee-jerk reaction for their biggest brother to give her the attention she was begging for. After a few minutes of petting her soft glossy fur, it was Raphie’s turn to cry. 

Lingering, still not entirely willing to leave them and feeling torn in two about it, Mikey looked at Yumemi. The moth waved her antennae at him gently, an unspoken assurance that she would stay and make things right. 

So Mikey left his heart behind to work her magic, and followed the twins from the room to work some magic of his own. If he could wheedle at least one smile out of each of them by dinner, he would call it a win. 

That evening, when everyone had been dragged to the table not quite kicking and screaming but close to it, Splinter stood up awkwardly and apologized to the far wall for how he had handled the situation. From his expression, Mikey wouldn’t have been that surprised to find someone holding a gun to his head. 

“The important thing is that you are a team,” Splinter went on, the formal stiffness fading from his tone and something more natural, more rueful and affectionate, replacing it. “You have always been a team, and a very good one at that.” 

Yumemi fluttered from the table to his hand, wings opening and closing slowly in approval. Splinter took strength from her, and added, “It does not matter who leads and who follows, as long as you remain on each other’s side.”

Leo darted a quick, sidelong look at Raph, who met his gaze hopefully. Some line of tension in Leo’s shoulders went slack and he said, “Where else would we be?” and smiled as easily as if the last handful of hours had happened to somebody else. 

Forever the more honest of the two, Lucky crept across the table inch by inch until Teddy could draw her into a tight hug that lasted well into dessert.)

Now Sunflower hops down from her padded bench and scrabbles like crazy around the counter for Raph’s attention. She’s such a good girl for waiting when all she ever wants to do all the time is run right to the people she loves as soon as she sees them. 

Raph scoops her up as easily as April can scoop up August, a full size Border Collie dwarfed in his big arms. She shrieks gleefully and bellows “Happy birthday!” loud enough for all of Manhattan to hear. Mikey smiles as if her joy is his own and carefully flips the next crêpe. 

“What do you want to do after the party tonight?” Donnie asks, setting his phone down. “The world is your oyster, Raphala.”

“But no patrol,” Terror pipes up. “It’s an important holiday.”

“It is an important holiday,” Sunflower agrees, tilting her head to the side so deeply that her floppy ear matches the upstanding one. “So are we going to the arcade? The movies? The park? New Jersey??”

“Hey, watch your language,” Leo says faux-sternly, causing her to yip with laughter. 

“I was thinking ninja tag,” Raph says. He crosses the room to Mikey as he speaks, and wraps both arms around him from behind to lift him off his feet in a big bear hug, spatula and skillet still in hand. Mikey giggles and holds breakfast as steady as he can. “We haven’t done that in ages,” Raphael adds. 

It’s an activity that rides the thin line between training and play, but if that’s what Raphie wants to do on his birthday, then that’s what they’re doing. Leo falls in line now as agreeably as he did two years ago—maybe even moreso. There’s some whining and complaining when the situation calls for it, but no more than any of the others are prone to; average annoying little sibling stuff because it’s good for Raph’s constitution. 

Mikey thinks the biggest difference is that Leo doesn’t really suggest his own ideas anymore. He doesn’t test Raphael’s authority the way he used to, even when sometimes they could really use his voice of reason or his lateral thinking. He so adamantly does not want to lead them, for whatever reason, that he won’t do anything that might give someone the right idea he’s leadership material. 

It’s something Mikey desperately wants to bring up, but every time he starts to, he can’t help but remember that uncomfortable family meeting and at that point his courage always deserts him. 

The last thing he wants is for Lucky, that easily hurt part of Leon’s heart that walks around unguarded outside his body, to feel small or sad because of something Mikey said. He doesn’t know if he’d ever recover from that. He doesn’t know how Raph did it. 

Two years ago, Leo would have thrown up his hands and said something like, “Ninja tag? For your eighteenth birthday? Come on Raph-a-doodle, think big! We’re hitting the Cheesecake Factory and then your favorite karaoke club. We can play ninja on the way home, how about that?”

Today, Leo stretches his arms above his head and then folds them, leaning back in his seat and telling Raph in his good-natured teasing kind of way, “Whatever you say, big guy. But don’t think I’m gonna let you win just ‘cause it’s your day.” 

It’s a change you have to squint to see. But Sunflower told Mikey in a whisper one night that she missed how playful Pollux used to be. She missed the little ringtail who used to want to be everyone’s friend and solve everyone’s problems, who used to run around in circles trying to be helpful and good, never worrying about making herself a nuisance because she knew better than to think her family would love her any less for it. 

“Maybe she’s just growing up,” Mikey had whispered back, stroking Sunny’s soft ears and ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach his own words put there. 

“Maybe,” Sunflower said, but she didn’t sound very sure either. 

[loveandmurders]

Love is insanity (Sinclair daughter!reader one shot)

Hello everyone. Today I'm posting a one shot about reader being Bo's daughter, but her mother took her away from him. Not gonna lie, this is pure angst.

Hope you'll enjoy <3

Warnings: angst, angst and more angst, no proof reading, mentions of violence, blood and death, reader is kidnapped by her mother.

You were Bo’s first thought when he was getting up every day of his life. 

He wondered how you were doing; he hoped you were happy and, more than anything, he prayed for you to come back to him one day. Every morning and every night, he was going into your room. It never failed to break his heart; he couldn’t stand how empty the room was, but he just couldn’t help himself to check it because it was all he had left of you. You were the happiest thing that ever happened to him; and yet your mother took you away from him. It felt like a punishment that he knew he deserved. But it wasn’t making this any more bearable.

Your mother had done anything to survive, including marrying him. Bo wasn’t too sure he really loved her, but he tolerated her and he was enjoying her in bed. He also liked the idea to get married because he was a family man. The woman did find Bo attractive and she had been glad to have fun with him. She hadn’t cared much about the wedding, but she didn’t want to say no to a man who could kill her and ask his twin to turn her into a wax statue. The killing was bothering her a lot, and she was terrified. She wanted to get out of here, no matter how much Bo could sometimes be a nice man to her when he wanted to be. 

Or when she got pregnant.

The day she told him she was, she had been very nervous, not too certain how he was going to react. Bo had looked into her eyes to make sure she wasn’t lying about it before a big smile appeared on his face. She had never seen him smiling like that before; a genuine and happy smile. He kissed with fierce passion and he started to be very gentle to her. He was doing his best to not argue with her anymore, he didn’t yell at his siblings in front of her, he didn’t allow her to do any more chores, even in the house. He was usually rough when they were having sex, but he started to be more careful. She couldn’t deny that Bo was showing a new side of his personality. He had been by her side the whole time she went into labour. And he was so emotional when he took you, his daughter, in his arms for the first time.

And then he never let you go. He stayed nice to your mother, because she was your mother. He wasn’t caring too much about her anymore, but he didn’t want to do anything that would upset you. He wanted you by his side all the time, and it seemed you did too. You were very close to one another. If your mother was asking you to come with her, you were always looking back at Bo to make sure he wouldn’t like to have you instead. 

Bo was affectionate with you and he was sincerely trying to be a good father to you. He never showed you the angry side of his personality, and he never let you see him covered in blood. You were the most important person in the house. You also adored your uncles and they all doted on you. You were a Sinclair, you were their heir and they loved you so much. Your mother was happy they were all so distracted with you that she could plan an escape for you and herself. It took her 8 years to find out a way, but when she finally did, you both disappeared before Bo could do anything about it.

She left a message on the kitchen table for him to find in the morning. He had known right away something was off because she wasn’t in bed, there was no sound from the kitchen and his darling daughter didn’t open the bedroom door to greet him. When he had checked your room, it was empty and your favourite plushie - a teddy bear Lester got you when you were three - was gone. His stomach was twisted when he saw the note and started to read it.

We’re leaving and we’ll never come back. Don’t look for us or I’ll tell Y/N who you truly are. I’ll tell her what the statues she loved so much are made of. I won’t call the police on you because I’ve been part of it for a long time and Y/N needs some normality in her life from now on.

Hope to never see you again, and hope you have enjoyed your daughter’s presence till it lasted. I know you truly loved her, but she deserves better and you know it too. I’ll make sure she’ll forget about you.

Bye, Bo, see you in hell.

He couldn't express how broken he felt when he read those words and his brothers and himself looked for the two of you for weeks. 

But you truly were gone. 

After this, Bo had been very difficult to live with, and Lester wasn’t often home anymore. Vincent didn’t say anything and he let Bo be mad. He perfectly understood that his twin just lost his favourite person in the world and that it was very hard for him. Vincent was also very disappointed because he had started to teach you how to sculpt… They lost their heir. And Bo lost his sanity.

He couldn’t stand to see kids any longer, and Lester was always keeping families away from Ambrose because he knew Bo would have a very bad breakdown otherwise. When Vincent was asking him if he needed anything before he would go to his basement, Bo was always shrugging and saying “Apart from my daughter, ya mean?”. And there were always tears in his voice when he was mentioning you. Lester and Vincent never talked about you; you were too much of a sensitive subject. Bo was sometimes drinking in front of his TV, until he would fall asleep, so he could forget he lost the only thing he promised himself to never hurt and to always love. But how could he show you he loved you when you were away from him?

Bo was trying very hard to calm down and to focus on work and on his siblings; but it was almost impossible now he didn’t really believe in a future. You were his future. And everything was gone.

It had been ten years.

And it still hurt like the first day.

He often tried to imagine you and you were of course such a beautiful young woman now. He was certain he would have been so proud to have you, to know you. And he simply truly hoped that you had indeed a better life without him.

You would beg to differ. You had missed your dad just as much as he had missed you. But whenever you would try to talk about him to your mother, she would lock herself in her room and blast music into the speakers so loud she couldn’t hear you. She wanted to forget about all the awful things she saw and did during those years in Ambrose, and even if she loved you, she wanted to forget you were the daughter of a sadistic killer. 

She was quite desperate about how you never stopped talking about your dad. She knew you had a bound, but she had hoped she would be able to break it, or at least that time would be able to. She was wrong and she was aware of it.

You needed your father more than anything. And one day, you decided it was time to get back home. You had passed your driving licence and you had some holidays before the next school year would start. You stole your mother’s car, just leaving a note on the kitchen table, like she did years ago.

Need to go see my dad. Please, don’t call the cops on me, I know what I’m doing and I’ll be back soon.

Love you, Y/N. 

Your mother had no intention in calling for the cops. She drank a lot that day, terrified for you and for what you were going to discover. She was pretty certain that if the Sinclairs were still alive, they were also still killing people and turning them into wax statues. In a way, she had always wanted to preserve the happy memories you had from Ambrose. She was scared Bo was going to ruin it.

Even though you were 8 when you got snatched away from Ambrose, you remembered how to get there. Maybe it was because since then you had dreamt to come back home, or because everything in you knew how to come back there. You belonged to Ambrose and to your father. You loved your mother but it was nothing compared to the adoration you used to have for Bo. You were worrying to be disappointed - or even worse to disappoint him - when you would meet him again, but you needed to see him again.

You drove and drove for days, having quick stops at motels, until you found the dusty roads leading to your hometown. You instantly recognised them because you never stopped seeing them in your dreams. You had travelled so much on them with your uncle Lester that you couldn’t mistake them either. You continued to drive and you smiled when you saw the sign advertising the House of Wax. You wondered how it was now, because you could imagine that your uncle Vincent had worked a lot on it while you were gone. It had been ten years after all, and it saddened you even more. You wished your dad could have seen you growing up. He barely had the time to teach you how to use a gun and to fix cars; and your mom was afraid of weapons so you never touched another one.

When you arrived in Ambrose, you felt like something was off. And yet oddly familiar at the same time. You noticed blood on the ground, and you heard screams coming from the museum. You parked your car next to your father’s mechanic shop and wondered what to do. You used to hear people scream in Ambrose when you were small, even if your mother was always putting on loud music in the house for the two of you to forget about what was truly happening. You had often asked questions about it to your dad but Bo never answered you. 

You got out of your car, not too sure what to do. You remembered that your dad always asked you to safely stay home when you were hearing noises in town. You had always obeyed your father, because you disliked displeasing him. But now it would feel strange to get inside the house without anyone knowing it… It hadn’t been your home in ten years. You noticed that the screams were quietening down. You carefully walked to the house. It seemed like nothing had changed. You knocked at the door but no one answered. You weren’t too surprised about it because your dad and uncles were often out and about.

You finally decided to get inside. You needed to get some glass of fresh water anyways and you thought your family wouldn’t mind. You were surprised how the house seemed unchanged from the last time you saw it. It made you feel at home right away and you smiled to yourself. You walked to the kitchen without any hesitation. You were about to open the cupboard to get a glass, when you felt rough arms wrapping around your waist and a knife being pressed against your throat. Your eyes widened and you looked up at your attacker.

“Uncle Vincent?” you whispered out and the man instantly let you go. You had recognised him right away thanks to his mask and his still long and dark hair. It really felt like you had never left Ambrose and it was nice. You turned around to face him. Vincent had let go of his knife and his hands were now on your face, softly trying to memorise all of your features.

Y/N? Is that really you? What are you doing here? He signed, hoping you still remembered the sign language. You actually took classes after you left Ambrose because you wanted to remember and improve yourself. You smiled.

“I ran away from mom, I wanted to be back home” you replied “Is dad here?” you asked before noticing the blood on Vincent’s clothes. You came closer while frowning in concern “Are you hurt, uncle?” you asked again. Vincent didn’t have the time to answer that Bo busted into the house, covered in blood as well.

“There’s a fuckin’ car…” Bo started before stopping when he saw you.

“Oh yeah, it’s mom’s… Hi, father” you smiled. Bo didn’t move at first, he couldn’t process what was going on. But soon enough, you were in his arms and he was tightly holding you against him. He thought he was going to cry with pure happiness. His baby was finally back home. Life could finally go on and be joyful. He could finally feel whole once again.

It was how Bo always imagined it. 

He always thought that one day you would come back and you would learn about the killing, but you would support it. You would come living again in Ambrose and everything would have been happy once again, like it should have been from the beginning.

But it never happened. 

Because the day you finally arrived in Ambrose, the House of Wax was melted to the ground because of a big fire, and both your father Bo and uncle Vincent were dead. You knew it because you didn’t find anyone in the house you grew up in or in the garage or in the church. Ambrose was truly empty and you couldn’t imagine your family leaving. 

Lester found you the second day as you were crying in front of what was left of the House of Wax. He didn’t recognise you, of course, but he guessed who you were, because no one had any reason to cry here other than you. You jumped when he placed a hand on your shoulder before turning to him. You gasped his name before getting up and tightly hugging him. You were so happy one of them was still there. You asked him what happened and he told you everything.

And he told you how happy Bo would have been to know you were finally back home, because the man had never stopped thinking about you one second in his whole existence. You wished you hadn’t arrived too late. You wished he would have known that his daughter was finally home. You wished your mother never kidnapped you from Ambrose and your family. You hated her so much.

But it was nothing in comparison to what you felt against the two people who did this to your family. You promised yourself you were going to find them and give them the most painful of death. You also promised yourself you were going to rebuild the House of Wax, so Bo and Vincent could be proud of you, because you knew it was what they would have wanted. 

You also knew they were going to be your first statues of wax. Lester had kept the bodies because he hadn’t wanted to leave them there for the cops to find. And he hadn’t had the strength to bury them yet. You asked him to keep looking over the bodies for a couple of days more and then you would take care of them. You just needed to kill those people first so you could focus on your art, your mind at peace. 

You were so excited to see your dad again and to chat with him like if you hadn’t left the house for ten years, like if he wasn’t dead inside the wax, like if you weren’t insane.

And Lester was so grateful he wasn't going to be alone in this.

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Taglist : @bloodmoon-bites ; @kawaistrawberry21

[rea-grimm]

Sleep protector Enel

You've been afraid of storms for as long as you can remember. As soon as you heard the first thunder, you had to go somewhere safe. Your hands shook with fear and you were afraid your heart would jump out of your chest, how fast it went. 

You didn't know why you were afraid, but you couldn't overcome it. You tried everything you could, but you couldn't overcome your fear.

It was worst at night, when the darkness was overwhelming. The lightning created grotesque, almost horrific shadows on the walls and the thunder gave them an inhuman roar and screech. During these nights, you lay hidden in the duvets and didn't bat an eyelid. 

As soon as you heard on the news that there was going to be a storm in the area, you were already having nightmares about it. You were alone in the heart of the storm and lightning was failing all around.

You had to dodge them so they wouldn't hit you. There were other storm creatures in there that you could never describe. Always at your worst, you woke up with your throat raw, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat. 

You were on vacation and packing your bags for the trip. Your family got you a trip to Japan because you always wanted to go there. 

You were happy as a clam and couldn't wait. You felt that nothing could spoil your joy. 

You calmly went through check-in and boarded the plane. It was the first time you'd ever been on a plane and you were as excited as a little kid. The plane took off and it was quiet. 

That was before the sky darkened around you and the voice of your pilot came from the cockpit, warning you of slight turbulence. Apparently, you were flying past a storm. At that moment, you felt as if everything inside you was clenching. 

You looked out the window, only to see a giant black cloud momentarily light up with light as lightning flashed through them. You felt like it was the end of you. All sorts of dark scenarios started running through your head, ending with the plane crashing. 

Finally, you had to take a tranquilizer to keep you from panicking and to calm yourself down. As a result, you slept through the rest of the flight, only to be woken up when they were selling snacks. 

You felt like you were in a completely different world when you arrived and you ended up enjoying your trip. However, before you were to go back home, you decided to visit the local temple of the God of Lightning on your last day. 

You had read about the temple in a brochure while you were on the subway, and the place completely captivated you. Plus, it said something about paying your respects and blessing you afterwards. Maybe that would allay your fears? 

You walked through the temple and stopped in front of a giant altar that had a statue of the lightning god on it. You lit a candle and prayed. You didn't know if it was right, but it felt right at the time. 

You leaned there a moment longer, praying that you could let go of your fear. That you could finally sleep in peace. That you wouldn't jump at every thunder... your prayers were startled by a bolt of lightning that came down from the clear blue sky and struck the golden statue of the god. You jumped aside screaming and almost knocked down the monk who caught you to keep you from falling. 

"Careful," he smiled at you. You apologized, not wanting to shove him. He forgave it with a kind smile and began to lead you aside to a small, almost deserted altar on which sat a teddy bear. It looked like a plush imitation of the god that was depicted on the golden statue next to it. 

The monk handed it to you, saying you should keep it. For he was sure he could help you with your little problem, as he called it. You hesitated for a moment, but then you bought the teddy bear at the souvenir shop, where they gave you a little gift to go with it, a small golden bell that was a replica of the big one that was on top of the temple. 

It wasn't until you got back to the hotel that you pulled the teddy out of your backpack and examined it. You already knew that you would probably use it as a pillow, as it was soft and pleasantly squishy. 

The teddy had a white skullcap on his head and a circle went from his back from his shoulder blades, with 4 wooden drums attached. You couldn't resist and had to drum on them with your fingers. That alone made you feel better. Teddy also had gold bracelets on his legs and arms, and he was wearing orange and brown extra baggy pants, over which he had a turquoise sash around his waist. 

The night you wanted to go to bed, giant thunderstorms came up and instead of sleeping, you ended up curled up under the covers with the teddy bear you held so tightly to you as if your life depended on it. 

But before you knew it, you stopped noticing the lightning and thunder and your eyelids slowly drooped. Before you were completely asleep, you thought you heard someone laughing in between the thunder. 

You had nightmares about the storm again. Now you were in the heart of the storm when the cloud over your head parted 

The lightning still struck the dark ground below you, but not one came near you. Suddenly, a strange-looking man, who looked like a teddy bear and who at that moment seemed like a human lightning rod, came down among the clouds towards you. You didn't know whether the lightning was coming at him or away from him. 

But as he approached you, the lightning began to fade and the sky around you cleared. You were now standing on a bright white cloud and all your worries and nightmares were gone. 

You didn't expect one stuffed animal to help you sleep so well. You woke up that morning with a teddy in your arms and one drum pressed against your cheek.

From then on, it became your talisman, the one you couldn't do without and always had to carry when you went to bed or when there was a storm. 

Back at home, you'd only unpack the plushie and the fresh fruit you bought for breakfast. You put the fruit in the kitchen in a bowl that you put on the table. It was mostly bananas, apples and oranges. Nothing you had to keep in the fridge. 

You rolled into bed, snuggled up to your teddy bear and fell asleep. Once again, you were visited in your dreams by the god of lightning, who this time took you for a walk through his vast land high in the clouds. 

When you woke up in the morning and headed to the kitchen to eat breakfast, you were startled by an empty bowl on the table. 

Well, actually, it wasn't completely empty. The bowl was full of apple scraps, banana and orange peels. You walked over it in surprise as you were sure you hadn't eaten them last night. Or were you sleepwalking? 

This happened every time you bought fruit. Sometimes some would survive till morning, but once you bought apples or bananas, they didn't survive a night in your house. 

During one night when you were again spending your dreams by the side of the god of lightning, he invited you to his private temple, which was supposedly that of all the saints and no one but him and the people addressed to them were allowed there. 

The god had prepared a great feast for you, where you were surrounded on all sides by servants who resembled angels thanks to the white wings on their backs. The table was almost sagging under all the food that was on it, but the fruit had the greatest proportion. Mostly apples and bananas. 

"I have to say, the gifts and offerings you provide me are not exactly big enough for a god like me," the god said, taking an apple from the table and biting into it. "But lest you say I'm not grateful, it's good enough for me," he added before nudging you to get something to eat as well. 

From that moment on, the god of lightning, your own protector in fact, tried to show that there was nothing to fear in a storm. 

In your dreams, he took you high above the clouds and showed you how beautiful lightning can really be. Something powerful and destructive, and something amazing and untamable. The protector held you around the waist, and together you sailed through the sky between storm clouds. 

At first you clung to him in fear and hid in his chest, but gradually you relaxed and enjoyed his show. Plus, he made you slowly stop being scared. You were still on your toes whenever there was a storm, but you were able to calm down more. 

Instead, you took the plushie to you and drummed your fingers on his eardrum. You liked to make up all sorts of tunes, but mostly it was a kind of relaxing exercise. 

You did the same thing when you fell asleep. You'd tap his drum with your fingers mindlessly, and that sound usually put you to sleep. 

One night you were coming back from a movie night with your best friend who was in town for a week. But you said goodbye to her halfway through the trip because she lived on the other side of town. 

You walked down the road alone. You weren't worried at all, since there was mostly nothing going on. But today seemed to be an exception. Because after a few meters, you were joined by a group of guys you knew from the neighborhood and from the stories your friend who knew them told you. 

You tried to ignore them, but gradually they started making rather inappropriate advances towards you. You just wanted to get home as soon as possible when they pulled you into a smaller alleyway that had a poor view of the main street and where you had relative privacy. 

You turned them down several times, but they were completely deaf to your words. You pushed them away from you and took a few steps back until your back hit the wall. You were trapped, afraid to even imagine what would happen to you next. 

One of the boys reached out to you, he was almost at your side when a black cloud gathered above you and without even starting to rain, a bolt of lightning appeared and struck the one closest to you. 

You've never seen anything like it, because it was such a huge, wide bolt of lightning. As soon as it passed, the young man was burnt to a crisp. 

More lightning began to descend from the sky, hitting one boy after another like a magnet, until you were the only one standing there in the alleyway, besieged by burnt statues that were slowly crumbling to the ground. 

You shook like an aspen and covered your mouth with your hands. You wanted to scream, but you couldn't. Panic began to take over. You felt like you were out of breath, how fast you were breathing and your heart was racing. 

For someone who was slowly losing her fear of storms, now that fear was back and much stronger than ever. You were afraid you'd pass out on the spot. 

You took a few steps towards the exit, but your legs were shaking so badly that they threatened to give out. You thought you would pass out on the spot as you felt arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer to your body. You turned around and with big eyes as tears began to burn you, you saw the figure of a god, your protector. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you hugged him and buried your face in his chest. 

"Enel..." you said muffled between sobs as you sought support in him. 

"My little mortal has nothing to fear," he said, and you felt his hands on your back as he pulled you tighter against him. "You alone have earned the favor and protection of the god himself, " he uttered before he bent down slightly, taking you under your thighs and lifting you into the air. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his neck. Hidden like that, you didn't see his smug and proud smile. Enel raised his staff in the air and with the aid of lightning, he swept you to the safety of your home.

Sleep Protector Masterlist

[80s4life]

Together At Last”

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Status: Requested!

Ask: Can I have Chris Chambers x reader with the prompt  "You're different and I like that"

@: @micheleamidalajedi​

A/N: I absolutely LOVED this request because I was able to put myself into the Reader and prove that not everyone is the same, female, male, or nonbinary, or all of the girlypops!

Relationship: Chris Chambers x Merrill!Reader

Fandom: Stand By Me 1986

Summary: It’s been 5 years since the disappearance and eventual death of Ray Brower, and you’re each reaching graduation. However, another adventure arises and brings all 5 of you back to the woods to find Teddy’s dog. The problem? Almost all of you have either grown apart or split completely, and old feelings seem to resurface with unresolved conclusions. What could go wrong?

Warnings: mutual pining, adventure, confessions, AGED UP!, friends to enemies to lovers, some angst, nostalgia, lost friendships, gained friendships, Teddy is a brother figure to Reader, gun, unintentional intent to kill someone, strong language, Reader is Ace Merrill’s sibling, 

{gif is not mine, credits go to @awidevastdominion​}

Your landline rings, deriving you of your thoughts and current intensity studying for finals. Groaning, you shrug out of your seat at the kitchen table begrudgingly, answering the phone. “Hello?”

“Y/N? ‘S that you?” a familiar voice, deepened with maturity and hormones asks on the other side.

“Yeah, what do you want?”

“Nice to know you haven’t changed,” you can hear the voice taunt annoyingly. 

“It’s been years since I’ve talked to you, did you expect a ‘Hey, what’s up’?”

“I would have preferred that, yes, but no. This is serious, and I really need you on board with me this time.”

“This better not be one of your schemes, Teddy, I’m not up for anything right now,” you sigh, “I’m up to my neck with textbooks and shit with studying for the finals and stuff. Dad’s been on my ass about getting into a college since I’ve been able to hold a B+ to A average.”

“Damn. Sorry to say I can’t relate?”

You giggle, sighing as you’ve missed him. You couldn’t quite tell what happened to cause you to separate, but as if you had just blinked, everyone was gone and you were left to yourself and school. “Alright Teddy, what bullshit are we pulling now?”

“Glad you asked!” he all but yells in happiness, “My dog went missing a few days ago and I haven’t been able to find him all over town. I know this sounds childish, but I swear, I’ve walked the whole town everyday at dawn before school and haven’t been able to find him.”

“So, you’re guessing he’s in the woods?” you groan, remembering the haunting history you’ve witnessed first hand in said territory.

There’s a long pause before he lets out a low, “...Yes...”

“What did the others say?”

“What makes you think I asked them?” he tries to sound as if he’s not that easy to read; a “changed man.”

“Because I still know you, or some of you. There’s no way this is going to be a one night thing and we need more sets of dependable eyes.”

“Well, now you’re making me sound smart.”

You giggle, “I’m not gonna keep beating around the bush Teddy, I’m in as long as the others are?”

“Yes!” he shrieks.

...

A few days later, as instructed by Teddy, you carry your sleeping bag, flask of water, some snacks, and money (something you all collectively forgot last time) to the dumpsters behind the town’s cafe. Trudging around the corner, your breath catches in your throat as you lay eyes on the back of three familiar heads and a face, each people you thought you have grown so far apart from.

“Y/N!” the voice of the face coming from Teddy.

You nod silently, leaning against the brick building as you keep your distance. 

The three boys that are now men, turn around to take you in, eyes wide.

You wave nervously, age and distance having changed all of you and making you feel as if you don’t know these people.

Teddy still had his familiar square-shaped, black glasses, but his hair is cut to fit the army’s conduct, shaved short on the sides around the back, the top of his head a bit longer. There was just enough hair for Teddy to comb it back with gel just as he had as a preteen - before you all turned away to seek your own lives. He grew a bit taller, standing at 5′5″, but not by much. You giggle internally.

To the far left, you see Gordie and your heart breaks a little. He’s still lean in build, but he’s grown to be tall and confident, around 5′11″ - 6′0.” To you, he hasn’t changed a bit, except personality. He still had his longer hair, possibly longer than you remember it, with the same hairstyle and familiar baby face, though slightly aged. 

Next was Vern, and he was so big now. He managed to drop the weight, a lean build of muscle standing above 6′0″ and carrying his dopey grin with longer hair - a similar style to Gordie’s, though unintentionally. You smile at him. He’s still a sweetheart, but more like a big, lovable Chocolate Lab now.

Lastly was Chris, and he was still as gorgeous as ever. He came to be of above average height, 5′10,″ grew his hair out longer and adorned circular glasses that framed his face perfectly. His eyes carry no emotion, a contrast to his younger self, but they’re still that luscious deep blue. He looks you up and down in silence before staring you directly in your eyes. You can feel your heart break all over again.

You didn’t realize how long you were staring at each of them before Teddy clears his throat. “Shall we?” he tries to smirk, but the tension is thick. 

You hug your arms around your abdomen as you nod, plastering a smile of your face as you force yourself to stand beside the now men. Slowly, everyone starts to follow Teddy until you reach the tracks.

Some time later, as you walked on the tracks, you lagged behind. Now, with this view, you could see where everyone had changed, but not as much as you thought. Gordie and Chris got to talking amongst themselves far in front of the group, Teddy and Vern behind them. They’re all too busy catching up for them to notice your inner turmoil.

You almost want to cry. You don’t know any of them anymore. This was a fact that your younger self would’ve never expected or taken a liking to. You think of what your younger self would do, punishing yourself for what you allowed to happen. 

You would’ve called them repeatedly, tried to make plans or catch up to them in passing to classes. All of this you could pride yourself on saying that you did, but then Gordie went the way his father wanted him to go, Chris becoming an athlete while trying to follow Gordie’s brains, getting into law, Teddy trying to apply and reapply to the military, and Vern taking a liking in the construction trade. 

They all grew up, and though you couldn’t blame them, they slipped out of your hands far too quickly and suffered the backlash. Girls in school are bitches, and though you have friends, they aren’t like the ones before you. Even after all this time, they are still considered exactly that - friends, family even.

You went your own way, too, after giving up on them. You found an interest in engineering and found that it’s not exactly as you suspected. It wasn’t all math and physics and you deeply enjoyed the creativity and problem-solving it included. You have some fond classmates there, but they would never compare to these boys. 

You are ripped from your thoughts as you hear the loud blaring of a train’s horn. You smirk at the memory that crosses. Calling out to Teddy, your voice is loud enough for all of the boys to hear, “Sound familiar, Teddy? We’re not gonna go diving for you on the tracks again, right?”

“Fuck off,” you can hear him giggle, jabbing Vern in the side. 

All the way in the front, you can hear Gordie add, “Or have to break you and Chris up, huh?”

You giggle at the reminder. That was the time when you were all trying to figure yourselves out without guidance, restrictions, stereotypes, and parents. Teddy had a lot of trouble then. 

Your smile drops as the group goes quiet again, the nostalgia dying with the connection that almost rekindled. You groan audibly - unintentionally.

The boys look back at you curiously, surprised just as much as you were. 

You decide to take the initiative, “Is this what we’re going to do the whole time? Act as if we’re strangers and not speak to one another?”

“We are strangers, Y/N,” you hear Chris state with indifference.

You catch up to the group and walk between them, “There’s a reason we all came here and I know we all hoped to be together again. It doesn’t help when you don’t even try to speak to us though, does it?”

The group stops as Chris spins around on you. “Why would I? After this, we are all gonna go our separate ways and avoid each other again,” he growls and spits, “Just like last time.”

“Then, why did you come?” you ask, your curiosity getting the better of you and asking the question you were all wondering yourselves. “Why are we all here?” you look around at each of them. 

“Because I missed you guys,” Vern pipes up, the first words he’s spoken the whole walk from town.

“We wouldn’t have missed each other if we had just kept our promises, would we?” Chris asks, frowning with his eyebrows scrunched together and arms crossed tightly over his chest. It almost resembles hatred.

And it makes you livid. “You broke your promise, too, Chris,” you vividly remember the promise you made just short of town on your way back; the promise that meant the world and more to you - it still does. “We all did, but at least I can say it wasn’t intentional. I tried to reach out to you guys, but we were all growing and changing. I can’t blame you guys, except you, Chris.”

“Me?” his voice reaches higher as the time passes by.

“Oh please, we all know you went from a street rat like us to the high priest and prince of school,” Teddy adds.

Chris scoffs, crossing his arms, “Gordie?”

“I mean, you did drop us after you got with Stephanie Wheeler,” Gordie deflects, shrinking in size as he knows the blows coming next. He adds, “The rich bitch of high school whose daddy is the principal.”

“This is bullshit, I should’ve never decided to come,” he shoots daggers at you.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t of because we all know that you’re embarrassed of even being seen with us,” Vern adds, caution to the wind. 

Chris scoffs again as he takes up his bag, starting back to town. 

“So, you’re just gonna leave?!” you scream as he creates distance. 

“I fucking knew it!” Gordie screams, grabbing his bag as well to follow Chris on the opposite side of the tracks. 

You watch with pain as each of the boys start back to town. All except Teddy, who manages to stand there with teary eyes. 

“I just wanted us to enjoy the time, find my dog, and hopefully have one last high school hurrah before we are all forced apart,” he sniffles.

You look at him with matching sadness, “I-I’m sorry Teddy, I didn’t mean to act out like that. I just couldn’t stand another minute, let alone night, with no one planning on speaking to each other. It would have all been for nothing. Even if we had found your dog, we still would’ve hated each other. This is my fault, Teddy, I’m sorry.”

“It’s not, Y/N, it was gonna happen eventually,” his eyes watch them go, but the look in his eye is distant - his mind far beyond where they’re heading.

“We can still look for Butch together?” you manage to smile, tears brimming your eyes.

“I don’t feel like it anymore,” you can visibly see his body deflate.

“Well, can you at least stay? If there’s still some shred of them left, I think they’ll come around again. I still want to rekindle our relationship. I’ve missed you so much, Teddy,” by the time you’re finished, fresh tears are starting to roll down your cheeks.

Teddy’s voice cracks as a tear slips down his cheek, too, opening his arms to pull you in for a hug beside him on the grass.

You smile thankfully as you lean in, sighing at the comfort and history.

“It ain’t going well with my Pops, as you’d assume. He’s still a crazy bastard, but I’m sticking with him. Just for a little longer, as long as I can.”

“Understandable. We can’t forget your ear, can we?”

“Whatever,” he smirks, “What about you?”

“Mom and Dad still fight. If they aren’t fighting, neither of them are home to ensure that they don’t have to fucking see each other. Ace is still a prick, too. I wouldn’t expect him to graduate and still stay in this bum-fuck town.”

“Guess he doesn’t want his reputation to be forgotten,” Teddy giggles.

“Guess so,” you trail off, noticing the sun starting to set and the sky change color. “You think they’re coming back?”

“No, but I can hope.”

You look up at him sadly and nod. “Wanna set up camp for the night anyway?”

He nods silently, taking up his sleeping bag and finding a soft spot to lay out in the grass. 

Silently, you follow his lead, walking down the side of the tracks to the opening of the trees, laying your sleeping bag just beside the first tree, hidden under the canopy of leaves. He decides to go in a little deeper, a few feet away from you, protected by the dimmer lighting in a proactive attempt to block the harsh sun that’ll come in the morning.

Sighing, you both settle in, staring at the sky. Before you know it, your miniscule, unimportant chit chat with Teddy dies down and sleep overtakes you swiftly. There’s no dreams as you toss and turn, but your glad there’s no deeper thoughts that’ll plague you and leave you wide awake.

You don’t know how long you’ve been sleeping until the soft snapping of twigs perk your ears, harshly throwing all of the sleep from your fogged mind and automatically putting it into defensive state.

Peaking around with your eyes, you catch a figure some ways to your left, walking away from your temporary camp. By the distance the figure has created and the direction of their walk, you can tell they were either walking through or around your huddle, no doubt near your camp regardless. 

You flip onto your belly as silently as possible, hand sliding slowly to the underside of your pillow, fingers touching cold metal. You pull the gun from under you, the uncomfortable and foreign weight of it settling in your hand, bringing more unease into your heart and bones. 

You lift yourself up slowly, noticing that Gordie and Vern have, in fact, returned and settled in a circle with you and Teddy. However, there is no sign of Chris, not even a bag.

You let out a slow breath to try and calm your racing nerves as you follow the figure, gun raised and aimed at the black figure. You gain on the figure silently, until your foot makes a horrible crunch as it breaks the branch beneath it. Cursing under your breath, you raise the gun in defense, both hands grasping and eyes trained.

The figure spins around, voice accusatory, “What the f-? Hey...” the voice lowers instantly, hands coming up to show they are unarmed. “Hey, Y/N, put the gun down,” the voice registers in your head as the figure emerges from the darkness and into the glow of the moon breaking through the trees.

“Chris?” you groan, lowering the gun instantly, shoulders dropping. “What the fuck were you thinking? Sneaking around in the woods? You know the way I sleep, man.”

“Knew,” he clarifies, “And, I was just going for a walk to clear my mind.”

“Why do you keep doing that?” you ask with a creep of annoyance settling in, pinching the bridge of your nose with your fingers. “Why do you keep acting like you’re camping with strangers? Like you have absolutely no knowledge of who we are?”

“Because I don’t; I don’t know the people you have all become now. Even if there are slivers of the people I knew that show every now and then, they are no longer the people they were nor who they are now,” he steps closer to you, enough to reach out to you if he wanted to.

“I can’t say that we are who we were because that’s impossible, but we are still those loving people we were. I’ve noticed that Vern still carries a comb and is a little sensitive. Gordie is still quiet and finds meanings in everything. Teddy still has such and undoubted devotion to his father and his infatuation with the army. I still bother the shit out of everyone and parent them as a way of care. But you,” you pause, assessing him as the sadness settles in your voice and heart again, a cold shock coursing through your veins, “I can only see a person in front of me. You look like Chris, you still have that leaderly inclination, but besides that, everything has changed. Even your eyes have a different look to them, yet they are still that same pair I last looked at 5 years ago.”

Chris says nothing, his mask fitting into place and revealing nothing to you - it doesn’t even look like any of your words are reaching him.

“You keep acting like everyone here is out to get you, but we are simply just being ourselves. You see us as enemies because we had a falling out, but that’s natural. We changed - you changed - and you want to blame us for something that was out of our hands. We are still here for you Chris, I’ve always been here,” your voice is cracking as you look down at your feet, kicking some leaves and twigs to divert your attention somehow. 

A hand reaches beneath your chin, tugging your head up to look into those sapphire irises once again. “You were never my enemy, you were my greatest fear,” Chris says, a pitiful grin pulling at his lips. “You know why I chose to become better? Why I went out with the cheerleaders, tried out for football, worked hard to get into the smart kid classes?”

“W-Why?” you look at him, pain and confusion streaking your E/C eyes like lightning in a storm. 

“Because I knew that if I stayed where I was, I would never be able to give you what you wanted - never been able to give you everything you deserved. At first, I distanced myself because I thought I would never be good enough for you; that distance was what you needed and for me to get out of your sights, so that that better man would show up and lift you off your feet. But, you were insistent,” Chris giggles sadly as his mask starts to fall, his eyes showing the same pain and suffering that reflects off of yours. “I chose to blame you for the pain of losing you, so you would never look at me with those eyes again; never show me this source of genuine love that was undeserved and unfair.”

“But, you promised me that we would be together forever?” you question, a tear slipping from your eye as you stare at him with the newfound information. Pain of losing him, sadness of bringing such turmoil and insecurity to himself, suffering from the rift that could’ve never been, and regret that if you had known, this would have all been avoided as a whole.

“I know I made that promise, and I’m the world’s biggest hypocrite and idiot. It doesn’t matter how far away we’ve become, you can still manage to look at me with that undeserved care?” he mostly questions himself as his eyes search all over your face, both hands cupping your face in his hands. 

Your hands go up to hold his wrists, looking at him with such longing. “You deserve the world, Chris. You always have and always will. You are too pure for the hand you were dealt, and yet you still push yourself farther above.” 

His eyes round and snap to yours with confusion and disbelief, searching you for some sort of trick. “I’ve always loved you, Chris. No one has ever made me so damn pissed off or more loved with just one look or action. It doesn’t matter who I’ve used or dated to temporarily distract me, I’ve always worried and searched for you. You’ve always been in the deepest part of my brain. I-I still love you...so damn much.”

“You’ve always been different and I like that. You’re the biggest pain in my ass, but my greatest mistake. I love you, Y/N,” Chris smiles, a genuine display of delight and content as tears slide down his cheeks with the relinquishment of pain and torture. He’s waited too damn long for this. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” he smirks devilishly, eyes delving to your lips and up to your eyes before he leans in.

Your chapped lips meet his fresh, plump ones, smeared with chapstick with the taste of lemon. Your hands goes up to tangle in his long, blonde locks as his arms reach down to your hips to keep you tightly trapped against him; like he fears that if he doesn’t hold you tight, you’ll slip away like every dream he’s ever had of you - his greatest happiness. 

You pull him in just as tight, arms around his shoulders as your hands tug, fearing the feeling of losing him again. When you part for air, you still never let go of each other, your head ducking in between the crook of his neck and shoulder. You breathe in his scent and save it to your memory as a smell you hoped to never forget or live without. 

“Well, it’s about damn time! God damn!” Teddy yells from his cross legged position on his sleeping bag. 

Gordie and Vern start to whoop and holler from their comfort of sleeping bags with deep pleasure and happiness. 

“I knew you guys would make up eventually,” Vern added with a soft giggle.

“I was starting to miss my parents,” Gordie chided with a roll of his eyes.

“Does that mean we can all be friends now?” Vern adds with a playful glint in his eye and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“I mean, I guess I could, y’know, hang around a while,” you tease, earning a shove to your side by Chris as you both walk back to your seats on your sleeping bag. 

That night, you all stayed up late trading stories of what you’ve missed within the short time away from each other, and for once since the start of your adventure, you see the benefits of their changes.

They aren’t the same people you once knew because they are now their best versions, and will continue to change for the many years to come. It’s only up to you guys to keep that connection strong and adapt with them that will keep you all bound together forever. 

It was your greatest promise, but there’s been a few changes: “No matter how far away we are nor how different we become, we will always find a way back to each other. Friends forever.”

You and Chris made your own promise, too: “Whatever happens, we will learn to overcome together, forever and always, in love and sickness, at the best and worst moments. Lovers forever.”

[wannaeatramyeon]

hi ramen as u already know i am absolutely obsessed with ur writing 😩😩 can i request some kwak jibeom hcs mayhaps? maybe a lil meet-cute with reader? i will happily consume any and all crumbs for him

Hey Michelle! TYSM FOR READING. Goddamn Jibeom, this mystery man. tbh your fic of him has started to make me think oh, this guy is interesting. So...

Kwak Jibeom x Reader: Strangers to Lovers hc

Jibeom tends to get overlooked when it comes to his brothers.

Jichang is the eldest, and being the eldest comes with respect. People naturally defer to him. It's only fair, Jibeom reasons, he's the default head of the family.

And Jihan. Well. That kid has brains for days. He's clever and strong and handsome, a triple threat. Jibeom cannot be more proud of him.

So yeah, he tends to get overlooked. He doesn't hold it against them, he loves his bros. It's them against the world.

Not much happens in the countryside, and your arrival comes with a bigger upheaval and more mutterings than usual. You're sweet and pretty and smart, apparently. The ajummas and ahjussis gossip, even his brothers are interested.

You arrive, and Jibeom finds that the rumours are true.

When you take a part-time job at the apiary, you grow close. All your attention is on Jibeom. It's strange but not unwelcome, the middle-child is usually forgotten.

He teaches you how to handle the bees without being stung, and you both learn more about one another.

Similar to Jibeom, you had moved from Seoul. Your parents wanted a more peaceful life. Jibeom doesn't tell you his own reasons for moving, but you both lament how much quieter it is here. So much less for teenagers to do, you whine.

Jibeom proves you wrong.

He takes you lakeside fishing with his brothers, you at first hesitant and shy. You soon open up as they treat you as one of the family. You squeal at touching scales and fins.

Jibeom leads you walking through old folk villages, both ooh-ing and aah-ing at remnants of the lives that used to be here.

Carries your bag as you hike through trails together, holding his arms out ready to catch you when jumping across streams.

Both watching the villagers tend to the dairy cows, Jibeom starts to share his and his brother's past. You're surprised, but you don't flinch away.

People deserve second chances, and the Kwaks have been nothing but wonderful to you.

You tease his terrible fashion sense walking through bamboo forests, saying he would never be allowed back in Seoul again as he laughs alongside you.

He first takes your hand at dusk as you roam between green tea fields and the fireflies light the path.

And finally, lying under the stars where they shine ever bright without having to compete with the artifical lights of Seoul, Jibeom kisses you.

Bonus Jibeom relationship hc

Absolutely worships the ground you walk on, and will go to the ends of the earth to ensure you're happy.

But no, you can't take his purple camo shorts from him. If you love him, you love all of him. Hideous fashion sense included.

Seriously, a big teddy bear. Nothing is better than lying your head on his chest.

A bad day? He will hold you in his arms and stroke your hair until your worries are soothed.

People-pleasing middle-child syndrome. He is used to keeping the status quo.

Takes a while for him to truly open up when something is bothering him due to not wanting to rock the boat. But he knows that he can work through anything with you.

[oneshotnewbie]

Can we get a part 2 to the station 19 cancer post please? It was really good and made me cry haha

⚠️Trigger warning!⚠️ This one-shot includes the topic of cancer, throwing up and some swear words. These plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

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Light.

Your eyes burned from the bright light that the sun drew across the room in powerful rays. You tried to run sideways in the armchair you were sitting in, but this was thwarted by the many tubes attached to your arms and chest.

A breathing tube under your nose sprayed tickling air into it. Chemical substances spread through your veins in your body and poisoned you. Numerous devices around you, which controlled your vital signs, beeped in an unstoppable rhythm and kept you trapped in a position that you could not stand for much longer.

Your back hurt, your already weak body exhausted from the strenuous treatments.

Your sparkling eyes had lost all luster and stared emotionless at the fast line displayed on the screen next to you. Where once your thin, soft hair was, there was only bare skin over which a cold breeze blew and made you shiver.

Birds were loudly singing outside. Children laughed and romped happily on the opposite playground of the kinder garden but your happiness had long since died out. Every week, you sat in the same chair at the farthest corner of the white room, vegetating away.

You kept seeing the same faces talking. You had not spoken a single word to anyone before, did not even know the names of the nurses. But you did not care, you were not here to make friends or make new acquaintances.

Battling. Surviving. That was high on your priority list.

You were simply trying to endure it in silence, hoping that with each new session the side effects would disappear.

Four weeks ago, the horror had started and you remembered exactly how the first day of autumn had hit you. The side effects dragged on after the first few minutes of the first dose, nosebleeds and vertigo followed immediately afterwards.

Since then, unconsciousness and the pallor of your strength has haunted you with every new breath you took.

"Oye, mi preciosa," (Hey, my precious). You narrowed your eyes sullenly as the soft and husky voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Wearily, you looked at the source of the noise after receiving a loving kiss on your temple. It was Andy, who knelt in front of you short after, a small smile creeping onto her lips. "What are you doing here? I thought nobody was allowed to-"

"Fire department status," her gaze wandered to your port access, which ran along the left under your collarbone and took a deep breath. She had seen this on you several times before, but the paler your skin got from battling that pesky disease, the stronger it seemed to pop out into her eyes. "Besides, I have my secret sources"

Andy quickly averted her fixed and anxious eyes from it and got back on her feet. "Bailey?" you asked, getting a simple nod as an answer before your best friend conjured up a small stuffed teddy bear from behind her back, making you smile before you tried to reach for it.

As soon as you had the little white polar bear in your hand, you examined it. He was no bigger than the size of your head and wore a fire suit with a matching helmet. On it, a self-applied number showing the date you were born and your last name in white letters.

"This is Mr. Cuddlesworth," the Spaniard began to speak while she walked away from you. You looked after her questioningly, seeing her asking a nurse at the small counter for a folding chair. A smirk creased on your pale lips, realizing that she was not just here for a short visit but apparently intended to stay here for a longer period of time. Andy came back gratefully and continued with her statement. "He will be your cute little helper when I can not accompany you"

"Thank you, Andy. That means a lot to me"

She took your hand in hers and held it tight, rubbing small tickling circles on the back of your hand with her thumb. "I do not know how much longer I can take this," you confess to her in a moment of total silence. Tears welled up in your eyes, the tiredness that enveloped your soul like a membrane struggling to the fore.

You felt your life slowly fading away. Every breath became heavier, rattling noises leaving your throat. You did not even have the strength to clear your throat. Every time you tried to get air into your lungs, they only filled a quarter full. Your innermost self resisted the negative thoughts, but your body went on strike, leaving you with closed eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks. "I do not want to die"

"You will survive, mi amor," she hugged you comfortingly to damp your distress and fear. Gently, she spoke positive affirmations alternating between her mother tongue and American language, but you could feel slow tears falling down on your cold head while her chest trembled next to you. "You are the strongest woman I have ever met in my life"

You too clung to the last straw of hope that was bestowed on you from all sides, but with each passing day the insecurity gnawed at you. Even if you healed completely and your cancer did not recur after a period of time, you would never lead the same life.

It had already died with the diagnosis.

"So Mrs. L/n, your first cycle is over and you are done for today. You can go home," the nurse interrupted in your intimate embrace, patiently waiting for you to be unplugged from any systems. Andy excused herself and quickly stepped aside before pulling out her phone and frantically typing on her phone.

After they flushed your port, you struggled to push yourself off the chair with your remaining strength. The onset of tiredness after chemo was clearly noticeable. Your best friend put her arms carefully around your waist to support you as you both walked slowly towards the exit, your eyes darting on the floor the entire time as you rested your head on her shoulder.

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Andy quickly unlocked the door of your apartment as she dragged you along, her arms wrapped tightly around your body as if she had to hold you together so you would not fall apart. "Here we are, I will put you to bed right away,"

You nodded, unable to speak. You had not said anything since the hospital, had almost fallen asleep on the car ride if the young firefighter had not driven over every hill she saw on the road.

Putting the key on the dresser and tossing her bag dryly in the corner, she walked with you into your bedroom and laid you down. "Do you need something?" the brunette started with her responsible tasks towards you and began to take off your shoes.

"Go to work, I will be fine" was your weak and almost whispered answer as you sprawled out on your bed. Squeezing the soft pillow comfortably under your head, you held it tightly with both hands.

"I took today off. I will take care of you," she spoke softly, pulling a thick blanket over your trembling and sweaty body; the side effects of the chemotherapy already starting to show. Her warm hand brushed some stray strands of hair away from your face and followed the curves of your body until her hand rested on the outsides of your pelvis, stroking it encouragingly.

A strong growl caught her attention off guard and made her chuckle. Your entire face wrinkled at the sound and the uncomfortable feeling stretching in your stomach, which is why you hid deeper in the covers. "Bonita, have you eaten anything today?"

"No, but I am not hungry anyway"

"You have to eat something," she lectured you immediately, getting up from her seat. Andy was already on her way to the kitchen when she turned back to you. "Try to relax a little. I will be right back"

Vanishing from the room, she remained optimistic about getting you a sensible and healthy lunch even though you had nothing in the fridge to use up. Ever since the chemotherapy started, you have not had the energy to pursue your favorite pastime- cooking.

With a lot of creativity and a slightly slimmed down recipe, the brunette conjured up a warm soup for you. It would fill you up with a few types of vegetables in it, had enough vitamins and gave you strength, but it was not difficult to swallow.

Filling it into a small bowl, she walked back to you with slow steps, so as not to spill anything. But she stopped in the doorway and casted a feeble look down at you. In the meantime she cooked something for you, your eyes closed and you had completely disappeared under the covers, that were up to your nose. Andy heard soft, rattling breaths and watched as the sheet moved up and down in even movements.

Andy quickly brought the soup back to the kitchen before she carefully lay down next to you on the free space. Her head lowered tenderly onto yours as she wrapped an arm around you and rubbed your arm compassionately.

Worries spread through her again; she did not know about you or your state of health at the moment. You did not want to answer any questions about it, you kept quiet about your illness, although everyone around you could see more and more that your strength was dwindling. Soft tears rolled down the bridge of her nose as her body trembled gently against yours.

She was not ready to let you go.

[teecupangel]

Just saw some Medusa art and thpught "what if Desmond got sent back, but as a stone turning snake man?" Eagle vision makes his ancestors immune and it allows Desmond to sense where he's going, even when blindfolded, cause accidently turning his sncestor to stone would break his heart. Oh! Maybe he does turn them to stone and in his grief kisses the statue and they revive? "Huh, guess Sleeping Beauty got something right."

If we go with Altaïr, Desmond is locked inside the ark until Kadar opens it. This of course fresks Kadar out, cause this is NOT what Al Mualim said they'd have to retrive. Cue Desmond seeing Altaïr getting attacked and goes: "So you have chosen death". After much murdering and screaming and statues getting smashed Desmond curls around Altaïr like he's a giant teddy bear and Altaïr just stands there, very much confused.

With Ezio, it's the obvious "Desmond is in the vault". XD I can't help it, i just love EziDes too much! ^^ Though we could add in Immortal!Desmond in Altaïr's Library. He could sleep curled around Altaïr in the chair and when Ezio wakes him up, he is suprised and sad that he couldn't join Altaïr in the afterlife(not that he believes in it, but being alive without Altaïr hurts). With this Desmond doesn't end up together with Ezio as for him it feels like it's only been minutes since Altaïr died and once he is "ready" to move on, Ezio is already married to Sofia. He does become a kickass nanny and protector of Ezio's children though.

That's about it, just an interesting idea that popped into my head. ^^

… We do have this fic idea that’s more on the Modern Day gen side so Imma focus on the stuck on the past pairing side for this one :)

In this one, Malik would be the one to say that Desmond must be the treasure they’re meant to take back to Al Mualim and Desmond’s like “nononono, bad idea. He’s a Templar.”

Malik wouldn’t believe him, obviously, but Kadar would be more on the fence. Altaïr would actually be the one to wonder if Desmond is telling the truth. Desmond is just happy that Altaïr is trying to believe him. Altaïr, on the other hand, is at that point in his life that he has lost his trust to the Creed and, by association, to Al Mualim.

Oooohh, what if… Altaïr covers Desmond’s eyes with his red sash to make sure he doesn’t accidentally petrify anyone and Desmond is just so touched while Malik and Kadar are sorta worried because Altaïr is treating Desmond gentler than anyone they have ever seen Altaïr with. And the four of them go rogue to find evidence that Al Mualim had betrayed the Brotherhood.

During that time… Altaïr and Desmond’s relationship ‘blossoms’.

We can make our cake and eat it with Ezio! Let’s have Desmond actually wake up in the vault when Ezio is born and he stays in the vault for as long as he can, until he finally finds it in himself to touch the last memory seal. There, he watches as Altaïr’s last memories was after Desmond had fallen asleep before him and Altaïr tells him his final goodbyes, telling him that he knew that Desmond was going to live longer than he will and that he treasured all the days he had with Desmond until the very end. And then, by the end of it, Altaïr says something like “I will not ask you to forget me. I am too selfish for such a sacrifice. All I ask is that you live, Desmond, and you find happiness. Whether that is in the arms of another, I will understand. Because I know, even if you find someone else to love, you will never forget me and you will always love me, the same way I will always love you even as my body turns to dust. So… grieve for me for as long as you need, ya omri, and, when you are ready, find your happiness once more. Remember our time not with tears but with a smile… and create more happy memories.”

So his relationship with Ezio would be more of a slowburn with Ezio trying to learn how to be an Assassin and Desmond trying to support him while still being in that rickety bridge of grieving for his first love and finding the courage to accept his growing feelings for Ezio.

(Or, you know, we go for the “Altaïr gets reincarnated as Ezio” route which we can more generalized as Desmond’s love will keep reincarnating, appearing first as Altaïr, then as Ezio, then Ratonhnhaké:ton (or maybe Edward first?), etc)

(Although, Desmond being a kickass nanny would be awesome and he’d even add Shao Jun to his list of ‘children’ even though Shao Jun is old enough to not need any nanny).

[raggstorice]

*slides in from the left, overshoots, scrambles back into view after an extended period of crashing sounds with that one cat yowl* howdy I heard you write headcanons :D

Do you have any particular thoughts on how cuddly some of the guys would be? Like who's happy to cuddle, who would doze off, who would be all awkward about it lol - I just like to cuddle my besties haha

Hope you have a great day - and make sure you stay hydrated!

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Ok so this technically falls under the category of x reader but I'll try! I'm not writing these as romantic though! Bestie cuddles.(Most of these depends on your like prior friendship status to them so I'm going to assume that you're like friends. like close ish idk)

Also I don't really know how cuddles work. It's just hugging right? Like sleepy hugs?? Never experienced it before. I'm trying.

Part one: they hug you.

Riddle: 7/10 he'd be like... Okay?? The most awkward thing ever he's trying not to be weird about but then he'll get comfortable and relax. Touch starved.

Ace: 8/10 Prefers second long hugs and stuff but he's down for it. He'd fall asleep instantly.

Deuce: 9/10 AWKWARD. And then he'll get comfortable and it's the best thing ever. -1 point for snoring.

Cater: 10/10 the best. He's touch starved and just waiting. Waiting for a hug.

Trey: 5/10 he just kinda... Wraps his arms around you. He's trying. And failing.

Leona: 2/10 he doesn't hug you. Just sleeps. It's peaceful though and he does wrap his tail around you so???

Ruggie: 10/10 he will randomly run up to you and jump in for a hug. Cuddles all the time. It's the best.

Jack: 10/10 big teddie bear. It's great. He's somehow soft?? Like? Where did your muscles go?

Azul: 8/10 he's... Slightly uncomfortable. He doesn't hug often. But when he does it's really nice. Like. He's squishy.

Jade: 7/10 he's... Decent at cuddling. Again he just kinda. Wraps his arms around you. Extra points for like. Fitting well? Against you??

Floyd: 10/10 again like Ruggie he just runs up and hugs you. He's just more... Feral. It's terrifying. You think he's going to bite you and then you get a hug.

Kalim: 11/10 the sweetest. "Im so happy I could hug you!" And then he does. The cardigan is soft. Cuddles are the best.

Jamil: 7/10 most of the comfort would come from the really fluffy blanket that Kalim gifted to him. It's good. But he's like. Burning hot.

Vil: 5/10 doesn't 'do' hugs. But he will. He. Will. It's awkward. Would be better if he was relaxed. If he's relaxed it's a 10

Rook: 9/10 so comfortable. He's somehow soft? Like? Where did your bones go? -1 point for the hat staying on.

Epel: 10/10 *cries* again. The sweetest. He's soft like rook but firm. Like vil. It's a combination.

Idia: 7/10 he's gaming. Like literally gaming as your cuddling. Hello? Respect?

Ortho: 9/10 Hard. That is made of metal. But he's super sweet about it!

Malleus: 8/10 Squishy. You'd never expect it.

Lilia: 7/10 just kinda shows up behind you and. Oh you're being cuddled. That's nice.

Silver: 8/10 takes after his father. He's less... frightening about it though.

Sebek: 6/10 he's stiff. He's just like... There? Idk +2 points for trying.

Crowley: 6/10 he's hugging you and then. Where did he go? He's gone? The opposite of Lilia

Crewel: 6/10 the coat is fuzzy and soft! He's not.

Trein: 8/10 this man canonically has daughters. He's good at hugging. he'll hug you like you're his child.

Lucius the cat: 100/10 it's. a. cat.

Vargas: 6/10 muscle. That's all you're feeling.

Sam: 7/10 boney. I mean. Look at him. He gives good hugs though

Neige: 10/10 I totally forgot him last time but. Anyways he's the sweetest. He's soft. The best hugs.

Chenya: 9/10 like Floyd. Thankfully he won't Bite.

Grim: 11/10 more feral cat.

Part two: You hug them.

Riddle: 8/10 he's so happy. He might cry.

Ace: 9/10 will just lay on your chest and it's the most comfortable thing ever. -1 point for falling asleep and not moving for hours... You missed classes.

Deuce: 8/10 less awkward! More snoring.

Cater: 10/10 Leans into it. Falls asleep so fast.

Trey: 9/10 stiff but will relax over time. Back hugs. He loves them.

Leona: 10/10 not big on hugs but being hugged? Yes. He purrs.

Ruggie: 10/10 sleeps. his tail wags. It's adorable

Jack: 10/10 big softie. His tail wags and it's probably the best thing ever.

Azul: 9/10 Squishy. Again. Im not sure how to describe it but like human octopus? Idk he's literally and octopus so??

Jade: 7/10 you have to grab this mf. He's too tall. Good hug though.

Floyd: 9/10 Again. Grab him. Better hug than Jade

Kalim: 11/10 does this need an explanation? Big on being cuddled.

Jamil: 8/10 confused. He'll figure it out. Awkwardly hugs back

Vil: 7/10 0-0 <- his face. Hes just. There?

Rook: 8/10 hugs back. Pretty much the same as when he hugs you. -2 points for still keeping the hat.

Epel: 11/10 somehow better? He's lovin' it.

Idia: 8/10 Drops his console. Tries to grab it. Fails

Ortho: 10/10 lifts you. Like. He floats. As a happy response. It's shocking but like. So cute.

Malleus: 8/10 froze. Like Vil. He's just. There.

Lilia: 9/10 "oh. Okay!" Comfortable silence.

Silver: 10/10 asleep. +2 points for the birds.

Sebek: 8/10 Shocked. (Get it? Zigvolt) silently leans into it. Touch starved.

Crowley: 7/10 THE FEATHERS ARE SPIKY?! HOW?! Overall good.

Crewel: 8/10 same as p.1 just. Shocked. He's soft now?

Trein: 10/10 honestly. I don't know how'd he react. Would deffo hug back. It's a bonding moment. He cradles you in his arms.

Lucius the cat: 0/10 scratches you. Unless you've earned his love. 1000/10

Vargas: 8/10 hugs back too tight. You can't breathe.

Sam: 9/10 boney. But good? Somehow??

Neige: 11/10 melts into it. he literally cannot stop smiling.

Chenya: 11/10 Cat. Purrs. +1 for being purple. I love purple.

Grim: 11/10 another cat. Another. Cat.

Authors Note: spot the Voltron reference. Also holy moly I had no clue how to write this.

[one-vivid-judgment]

LET THE GATES OF HEADCANONS HELL OPEN! 🔥 Hcs for Seonhee, Yamai and Eiji! Pweeeease!

I'm a simple woman, I see Eiji, I jump. Since it wasn't specified whether they had to be SFW or NSFT, I went for the first option!

Anyway, here they are!

General headcanons (Eiji, Yamai & Seonhee)

Eiji Mitamura

• Before everything eventually crashes and burns, he's a shameless son of a bitch. Hand on your ass or waist at all times, straight up making out in front of everyone who so much as looks at you like they might want something to do with you. If you ask if he's possessive, he'll say he's not, he just thinks it's funny to see the looks on those guy's faces. Of course that's a lie though. 

• He's not into the cutesy pet names or things like cuddling. You can do it if you want to, he will coo and call it adorable (a bit patronizing, because of course), but don't expect him to do it. Occasionally, he'll pull a cigarette kiss, and he will let you sleep with your head on his chest whenever, but that's the most he'll ever do. 

• After the whole shebang, it's a complete 180. He (for good reason, may we add) thinks he doesn't deserve shit—if you are willing to help him, visit him while he's in prison and show him support like Ichi did, he might cry. PDA after everything is... a touchy subject. You better be patient with that. A part of him does feel a little happy that you'd want to show him off like that though. 

Yutaka Yamai

• If he ever lets you borrow his jacket, you BET you're special for this man. He is always cold, even in the heat of Hawaiian summer, turtleneck and thick jacket and all. So if you ever see him take off that jacket and drap it over your shoulders, you should take it as the big sign of trust it is. 

• Surprisingly a pretty chill dude. He never formally introduced you to his gang. He's the boss, why would he need to, right? Even so, all his boys know who you are; how could they not, when the boss brings you around pretty much everyday? His hostesses know and love you. Everyone is at least a bit surprised that Yamai is into someone younger for once, but no one dares ask out loud. It's way better that way. 

• He hasn't worn his hair in a ponytail ever since his days at the Tabata family. Hasn't even considered it, actually. If you even suggest tying it up for 'convenience', he'll refuse. If you just start playing with his hair for the sake of it though, he will go stiff for a moment and then just... let it happen. The softer things are usually not his thing, but this... this he can tolerate. And then you might be able to coax him into wearing a ponytail again. 

Seonhee

• She may look all tough for the sake of upholding her Queen of the Geomijul status, but she LOVES cute things. Teddy bears, heart-shaped make-up containers, butterfly claw clips (yes, the irony of the spider-butterfly thing is not lost on her). She may not show it outwardly, but if you gift her something cute, she'll absolutely MELT. 

• Doing your nails together is probably her favorite thing ever. Something about letting her partner hold her hands to file and paint her nails feels so intimate for her. There is not really any need to speak either; it's a comfortable kind of silence. If she likes your work a lot, she might go without the gloves for a few days until they start to chip. 

• Be prepared to eat gyoza and VERY spicy food. She will try to tone it down if you tell her it's too much for you to handle, but at this point, she really can't cook any other way. It's in her DNA. At least you'll learn to handle your spice.

[loversfms]

[ … ] ❀ you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed theodora lee walking by. don’t tell me you don’t know who she is ? they kind of look like sydney park and i could be wrong but i think that they might be twenty - eight years old right now. they’ve been living in palmview for the last three years. and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of phoebe buffay from friends. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at sunshine bakery as a baker. you see this town isn’t really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the mooncalf of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. they’re coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty credulous at times. i wouldn’t take it too seriously though, from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty carefree to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that three bedroom apartment beside me over in sunny shores. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you!

STATS:

full name : theodora camille lee nickname(s) : theo, thea, teddy, dora, dory birthplace : portland, oregon date of birth : 10 / 27 / 1996 parentage : lee yeong & destiny bauer lee sibling(s) : n / a ! relationship status : single gender identity : cis woman ( she/her ) sexual orientation : bisexual faceclaim : adeline rudolph

BACKGROUND:

born to two parents who were looking to create their own outlook on life

yeong and destiny met in community college and quickly began their whirlwind romance

they were only together for four months before yeong popped the question, and destiny eagerly said yes

and only four months later, destiny became pregnant with theodora. they proudly eloped -- they just couldn't wait to start life together

despite their wild beginning, the two created a happy and healthy home that is still the same to this day

theodora was an only child. a fact that bothered her so as a kid, but as she grew up, she was able to appreciate that fact a lot more.

the lee's were always dreamers, encouraging theodora that she could do whatever she set her mind to. they repeated affirmations as a family every morning, and made sure to highlight the good in the day every night at dinner.

she began helping her mother with cooking and baking when she was just a toddler. a love of food that only grew with age.

by the time she was just ten years old, she was baking cookies and brownies all on her own. she loves creating different flavors and presenting them to her parents ( who were always sure to give her honest and constructive criticism on her recipes )

she was never the smartest, but that never mattered much to her ( or to her parents ). she would average C's and B's in school -- enough to get by, but nothing outstanding

she's always been outgoing and personable, which is how she's gotten by. she has no problem talking to anyone and everyone, and will gladly start a conversation with a stranger out in public. is it always the wisest decision ? no, but she's been a decent judge of character thus far.

once she graduated high school, she went to school for baking and pastry arts to perfect her craft. she'd always dreamed of opening her own bakery.

once she graduated, she tried to run her own business out of her home. solely hoping on word of mouth to get her business, she always tried to go above and beyond for those she served.

after a couple of years, though, she needed a change. it wasn't that she didn't love the life she had. she did. but she felt there was more out there for her. and how would she know if she didn't explore?

with some savings ( and both financial and emotional support from her parents ) she traveled to five of the most glamorous-seeming states she could. california, nevada, texas, new york, and florida. and, even though she's seen all the crazy news that's come from it, she fell in love quickly with florida.

she'd decided that's where the wind would take her. luckily she found a nice place in palmview grove with a bakery that was currently hiring. there was no way she could attempt a cross-country move and a business opening. she could work her way there once she got comfortable.

so now, she's here. always looking for the next fun experience. definitely attempting to have a brat summer. always down to hang around.

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