#jus like I guess I had things to draw. and now I feel bad about how much time I spent

[rad-rat-boy]

I kinda wanna destroy my art. All of it. Just never see it again. Pretend I never pursued art for so long. Get rid of one of my major personality points

See if I’m still interesting

[hyukasmiles]

—Yeonjun—

Yeonjun misses you. Misses you so so so bad, hates when he has to be away from you. Texts you over and over and over again that he wishes you were with him, pouts to his members when you reply that he’ll be home in a few days and it’ll be ok.

He knows it’s true, two more days in Japan and he’ll be back in your arms, but here; alone in his hotel room he’s so overwhelmed with missing you tears well up in his eyes.

You pick up his facetime almost immediately, your tired, pretty features making him miss you more. “Awe..” You coo, kissing your screen. “My Junnie is crying.”

“I miss you.” His frown hurts. “My heart hurts.”

“I miss you too! So excited for you to come home!” You shift, so innocently, just trying to get comfortable but your pretty tits come into his view and Yeonjun is reminded of another thing he misses. “You’ve got my perfume, spray it on your pillow it might help you sleep.”

The tank top you’re wearing is so thin, pretty nipples almost completely visible through the fabric. “Yeah… that’s a good idea.” He doesn’t tell you he’s already drenched his bed and clothes in it, or that he’s quickly getting hard in his pants.

“Three days, Junnie, you’ll make it.” You move again, yawning and stretching and putting your body on display for him. “I miss you too, I had your hoodie on earlier but it’s too hot for it.”

Surely you won’t notice his hand slipping into his waistband. “We’re coming back a day early this time, so only two.” You make a noise in the back of your throat, eyes going wide as you smile out a yay.

“Really!” Your face presses closer at the same time his hand wraps around his achy cock. “That’s great! I can’t wait!” He can’t either, tempted to book a plane ticket and rush back to you now. “Are you guys having fun in Japan? Do any shopping before the concert?”

“Ye-yeah, I got you some stuff.” Another little noise and his hand slowly tugs upwards in his dick. “A sh- A shirt and some makeup from don quixote.”

“Awe, thank you.” Yeonjun’s hips jump, your hand would feel so much better, any part of you would feel better. Your tits are in his view again and the thought of fucking them draws a whine out of him, stopping you mid sentence. “You ok?”

“Yeah..” His voice is unstable, hand speeding up as you raise an eyebrow. “I’m jus-t tired and miss y-you.” His thumb swipes over his tip and another whine is pulled out of him.

“I guess I should hang up if you’re so tired.” You pull away from the camera, perfect boobs finally on full display for him. He wishes he was there to see them in person, too squeeze and lick and kiss and fuck.

Yeonjun panics a little, hand stopping as you try to say goodnight. “No- no, I want to hear your voice.” He rolls onto his stomach, hips hitting against the mattress. “Need to hear your voice. I just miss you so much.” His phone slips out of his as he reaches for a perfume-soaked pillow, groaning as your smell fills his brain.

“Do you feel good, Junnie?” You coo, seeming to have caught on to him. “Pick me up, I want to see.” Yeonjun props his phone against the bed frame, sitting up to show you his erection. “Look at that, so hard.”

“I miss you. Want to fuck your tits so bad.” You kiss your teeth, free hand cupping your boob and jiggling it a little. “Wanna cum all over them n’ then fuck your pretty cunt.”

“Show me how you’d do it, Junnie.” He picks up the pillow again, folding it in half and sliding his weeping dick between the fold. His knuckles turn white with his grip, hips rolling into the pillow. “Does it feel as good as me?”

“No.” He laughs, hips hitting the pillow harder. “Your cunt is so fucking warm, makes me feel like my dick is gonna melt, and your skin his so soft in my hands. It’s just fucking heaven to fuck you, nothing will ever come close.” You blush at his words, cooing about how sweet he is.

Yeonjun’s hips drop moving to rut against the mattress again, he can feel pressure building up, your pretty face and tits edging his release. “I wanna see you cum, Junnie.” His orgasm hits him then and there, shoulders sagging as he cums over the cotton sheets.

“Fuck- fuck I wish you were here.” His hips slow as he calms down, using his hand to milk out every last bit of cum. “Feels like a waste when my perfect girlfriend looks so pretty covered in my cum.”

—

inbox always open 🎀

[paperstreetlocal]

T4T headcanons of narrator and Tyler maybe?

ok where do i start ehmmm

theyre both tmasc 2 me obviously. ive seen hcs of them as tfem post-movie and i think its a good concept it just doesnt fit with my hcs

narrators the generic truscum type of dude, has awful dysphoria and doesnt really believe hell ever be a real man. only got on t like a couple months before tyler blew his shit up, actively starves himself to get rid of any curves etc.

because he mentions his family is catholic in the book i view him as catholic, not religious per se but i think he has a lot of shame and intrusive thoughts about it. didnt get much chances to express himself as a kid even tho he felt wildly uncomfortable being a feminine girl and his mother reinforcing it (well i mean, dads not around, no siblings... no space to interact with much except his mom)

had a binder at one point but lost it cuz of tyler so he had to resort to some very questionable taping options during his stay with him-- before they came out to each other his dysphoria got like. 50 times worse He couldnt even imagine tyler supporting something like that, not even taking him seriously (worst option is kicking him out or worse) so he would just like. straight up ever refuse to strip or stop binding for a couple weeks lol

do i think his dysphoria got any better after they both found out about each other. No. i think it got somewhat worse because well, tyler doesnt even bind and looks more masculine than him. i think he had a deep seated hatred for him for not even trying, and if he got mad for whatever reason hed feminize him in his head, not that he said anything straight to tyler because hed probably get his teeth knocked out 4 it. i guess that also adds to his homophobia cuz tyler doesnt look like your typical man so

--

now for tyler i also think he has some weird ideas about masculinity (OBVIOUSLY) but its more psychological rather than physical (the narrator being the opposite) . the generic men dont cry type shit. has dysphoria but isnt like, aware of it? its not eating at him or anything he just kinda does things he conditioned himself to do to pass earlier on. gymbro eating disorder (you know the type. guzzling boiled eggs) has to be shredded with low % of fat (i draw him slightly meatier cuz i like it lol. i feel bad drawing him so skinny)

as a kid he grew up in like. a big family in texas and his parents didnt really pay much attention to him and he just did whatever the fuck he wanted half the time so he had the conditions to explore himself. also wore his older brothers clothes and he was generally messy and androg-looking. also energetic. i think he got on t without advice from a doctor in his late teens and his parents were kinda done with him .do whatever just move out

i think he binded at one point but it restricted him from doing the things he enjoyed so gave up on it. and when he got into the masc bullshit he believed getting surgery would be a cop out, not naturally manly so he learned to live with it and doesnt really mind it. only tapes during fights cuz somebody yanked on his boob once :,3

he passes so well in fact the narrator jus assumed he had gynecomastia and didnt wanna be rude about it. also got mad at the narrator for certain things he did (who the fuck uses duct tape to bind??) and his refusal to do things the narrator deemed as feminine - this is hypocritical though cuz he would make fun of him for things he (tyler) deemed as feminine so it was always a lose lose situation. calls him gay as an insult (yes they do fuck. yes hes calling him gay as a feminine insult)

OKKK all that out the way now the fun stuff

narrator has issues with giving himself t shots because of his shaky hands (and his slight disgust of needles) so tyler does it for him. he sometimes does it back to him if hes feeling brave (and i guess a weird attempt at flirting? lol)

post canon narrator got top surgery, and tyler got only bottom surgery and a hysterectomy (he just really wanted a dick tbf)

narrators hairline gets proceedingly worse

tyler got cheetah print trans tape after shaving his head :p n i think the narrator shoves socks in his pants as a packer

they dont really go to the beach but if they did the narrator wouldnt get in the water hed just suffer under the parasol. tyler wouldnt gaf if he was fully naked

tylers comfortable enough to wear more... fashionable clothes that would kill the narrators self esteem on spot if he put on (i think he did wear that kind of stuff while in control of the narrators body. yes he would look awful)

also theyre both sweaty and horny and gross cuz of the t. tyler has crazy bottom growth

[pick-em-pool]

WEEK 10

HELLO EVERYONE! WE are in DOUBLE DIGITS NOW ⏰⏰⏰ As we finish up week 10 🚨🚨🚨 It's officially the home stretch, who has got what it TAKES to claim the top Prize and the big bucks??? 💸💸💸

ABBY - 10 POINTS

Abby is INCHING 🐛 closer to Lisa in the standings here! Maybe you won't beat her in the pool, but I have another way for you all to win some money 💲💲💲 I have insider information that Abby met up with her friend G last weekend and personally drained Florida of all its alcoholic beverages. My advice: buy McDonald's stock Ⓜ After Abby has drank Florida from swampland into a desert I know for sure she spent an amount of money on McNuggets that would exceed the GDP of Zimbabwe 💰💰💰

GABBY - 10 POINTS

A great week for Gabby puts her within STRIKING 🎳 distance of Lisa. Does Abby have what it takes to - wait, Gabby - wait, no, Abby? All I'm saying is that Gabigail, wait no Abbrielle, wait, what? Can one of you two please change your names?! 👿 I keep getting confused here, why can't you two be different? I'm thinking Gabby and.... Bert 👍 Yep. Love it, keep it up Bert!

PEYTON - 9 POINTS

Peyton will be hanging out with your fearless commissioner this weekend, cheering on the gals for their half marathon 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♀️ The commish isn't running because he is a lazy sack of crap prefers Mimosa over Miles 🍾🍾🍾 Pey-Pey is not participating because the last time he ran in a crowd he was tackled by animal control employees assuming a giraffe had escaped the local zoo 🦒

JJ - 9 POINTS

our C A L I F O R N I A man clocked a solid week this go round 👍 and is firmly in the hunt for some moolah 💸💸💸 Interestingly enough, in his Anaheim Ducks interview no one asked him about his pick-em-pool performance NOT EVEN ONCE 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ I guess there's no real sports fans in Anaheim, what a shame 😔

JANIE - 9 POINTS

Janie AKA Juliette's agent inches up another place this week 🧗‍♀️ All this work getting Juliette signed has really turned her in to quite the athlete's representative 🕶🕶🕶 Last week she got me signed to a sweet deal to be sponsored by Dr. Sniffer's Medical Strength Deodorant... was she trying to tell me something? 👃👃👃

LISA - 9 POINTS

The 9 point score does not faze Lisa 🧘‍♀️🧘‍♂️🧘‍♀️ Mediating away in the wonderfully bucolic countryside of Arizona as she is. She's learning to take in the simple pleasures there 😊 A beautiful sunset. A warm cup of tea. The sound of an annoying patient collapsing into a deep sleep after you syringe their ungrateful ass with enough anesthesia to tranquilize a polar bear. A blooming flower. A rainbow. 🌈🌈🌈

RUSTY - 8 POINTS

Alllll season our boy Rusty has been just a point or two behind each week 📏📏📏 BUT don't give up hope yet 🙏 He can still win this thing. If he just gets a perfect score for the remaining seven weeks, his opponent forget to submit their picks, and the New York Jets actually decide to win a game, THEN he has an approximately 6.8% chance of victory ✊ I can smell the celebratory steaks already 🥩

VAL - 8 POINTS

Val got 8 points this week. We need to talk more often, I don't know what's going on in your life? Did you move? Join a cult? Baked a nice apple pie? Drawing a blank here 🤔🤔🤔 The last I heard about Val she was failing to win a break maker? 🎫🎫🎫

JULIETTE - 6 POINTS

Oh no honey boo boo ju ju 😞😞😞 the beginning of the season was so "Welcome to New York" but now it's giving "Bad Blood" 🎤🎤 (Writing that sentence made me feel like I'm 87 years old) Will swimming's most 🔥🔥🔥 recruit be able to turn it around and win or is that just in her "Wildest Dreams"??? ☁☁☁

Well Ladies and Gentlemen the clock is officially TICKING ⏰ Hundreds of dollars are at stake here, who has what it takes to claim the top prize??? 🤴👸 WE'LL SEE YOU ALL NEXT WEEK

[ducknotinarow]

2007 Summer - All Symbol Headcanons please uwu  

| Send me a symbol and I will write a headcanon about…  For multimuse blogs, please specify!

Summer's turn, I'm working on a redesign of her so expect that in the next five to ten. Summer an oc type I haven't made in a while purely a child for two characters I love XD Since shes oc here a fun fact on how I go about her. I sort of take from IDWS Casey (ironic considering her bio father is also Hun now pft) and Boom studios Raph to shape her personality so she would still stand out on her own but have their traits in a sense.

𝓕 : My muse’s handwriting. (Is it good, bad, difficult to decipher, do they prefer writing by hand or with the help of some form of machine, e.t.c.) 

"Nope 'hats parta my name gotta 'ave it"

Not sure what the bigger surprise is here that summer's hand writing can be read or that shes a somewhat decent speller. so it's pretty easy to decipher what she spells and such. Summer write larges though matching her her more out going personality with a space space between them because she prefers to have company of others around her. Funny considering her Dad's but maybe not also for this reason Summer dose not like being alone. The small loops she sometimes uses over rounded or pointed ends also is to say she is close to a few selected people considering her family this very well. The hockey stick I feel is self explained Summer got hockey fever from Casey she will never be cured uwu

Why did I start making these personality analysis off hand writing now? I felt it game me more to say for these sections haha

✈ : My muse and  traveling. (If they do it frequently and why, if they never left their home town, e.t.c.)

"I only really been 'round I guess? why go anywhere else 'his the best state afta all..an' I ain't ever steppin' a foot in Jersey." Summers no where near as well traveled as Raphael or even Casey I feel shes only been around New York. From going around herself to being with her Dad's or other family members. Not to mention traveling to play against other schools as well. Northampton may be the furthest since her Dad's will take here there for family trips even inviting everyone along. But Summer will not go to Jersey her New York blood forbids it u-u

✿ : My muse and nature. (If they are an ‘outdoorsy type’, like the sound of bird’s singing, if they have never set foot in a forest, e.t.c.) 

"I 'ike to help out when he go campin' an' such. I mostly love winter though dad's shoulda named me Winter. Cause the lakes freeze up and we, all three of us, can go out an' jus' do stuff. Like playing hockey! even if Dad more aims to tackle pop's to the ground." Summer loves the outdoors, when they do go out to the farm house she is never inside even with her being a city kid she loves getting to climb the tress, she loves going to the docks with Raph or Ariel as well. But as mention she kind of favors winter for the simply fact all three of them can hang out since Raph's able to walk around a bit more sure he will year round but Winter draws less attention his way.

☼ : My muse’s first memory. (Where it was, who was with them, how this memory makes them feel, e.t.c.) 

"hmmm let me 'hink a sec, uhhh oh! my first live hockey game! Pops even gotta tag along with Dad an' I!" Summer was doomed from the start to become a puck head nah I kid. It's well known how much Casey love hockey and how big a fan of it he even is. Casey is the reason Raph loves it even though not a puck head himself since Raph likes all sports about the same I feel. Summer has taken after Casey a lot in making hockey more than a thing she watches. Casey insited she had to see a live game and it was easy to bring Raph along though I can't imagine Casey wanting Raph to miss out of that moment either. Hockey has for sure become a thing the three of them share a love for however. I can just see them going all out for the games to points they have full hockey related talks between them that it feels like they are speaking a whole other language. That apartment is roaring with life during game nights for sure.

Summers memory of her first live game is special for these reasons, getitng to be with her dad's seeing a hockey game in person I like to think she managed to catch a hockey puck thrown by who would become her favorite player of all time. She still has the Jersey from then now its just used to collect signatures from the players she wants to frame it once it filled up.

☙ : My muse’s favourite food. (Bonus: A memory, be it good or bad, associated with said food.)

"anything Aun'ie Von or Mikey makes cause..may dad's can' cook."

Anything edible with favor that is brunt u-u look Casey and Raph try their best somehow Casey fended for himself for years and I'm sure Raph had to help in the kitchen here and there and not just licking bowls clean. But they can not cook with out burning it to some point. Summer best meals are anything Mikey or Von make because it's not burnt and Summer didn't know food could not be burned u-u but if I was to give her a favorite food for sure? I feel shes so true to her love of hockey she would say hotdogs from conssesions stands specifically. All-beef hot dogs are topped with a homemade onion relish, sauerkraut, and brown mustard because New York. She'll settle for street carts to though.

♬ : My muse and music. (What type of music they like listening to and in what context, what music they would never listen to, e.t.c.)

"I love music! I 'ike rock n roll mostly but I also like Rap, Metal, Hardcore, Punk. I kinda of 'ike pop music as well. I sort 'ike country too"

Summer love music she learned her Dad's both knew how play and wanted to learn to play as well where they both play a guitar Summer prefers the bass her self. Which requires a different set of skill and knowledge to play. She just prefers the lower octave that comes from the sound of it. And to Summer it makes sense since her Dad's play the guitar she should play the bass. Summer love trying to play her favorite songs to practice it's maybe the only time this girl sits still and isn't causing trouble and something she is near as dedicated about as she is Hockey. Once she has a computer she uses it to download sheet music.

Summer also likes to play out songs from the little mermaid for her sister Ariel it's kind of how she learned to play when she first got her guitar, likely because she has heard those songs so many times it made it sort of easy to work with.

Summer of course geners are based of her Dad's own like but she likes pop music herself and has a guilty pleasure for country music. She sort of just likes music in general. Shes not much for classical but she can still appreciate it. Music has become something of any outlet for her, depending on her mood there is just always something that fits right. If shes feeling sad she likes to listen to somber songs, when she practicing hockey she prefer rock and such. I wouldn't claim she is a good singing but she can at least carry a tune. She has a radio strapped to her bike when she rides it she will sign to the songs uncaring if anyone listening.

When she was a baby Raph used to slightly sing to her in that deep raspy voice of his and it always calmed her down or helped her drift to sleep. Summer as a young kid could still get Raph to do it of course he feels a tad embarrassed when others are around but summer don't care she wants to hear him sing. Of course, this doesn't change even as she becomes a teen and some she will still ask if shes really low and down and Raph just gives in every time.

Summer also love to make covers of songs and change their genre taking pop songs and making them into rock ballads ect. Of course this is all instrumental.

Her all time favorite is Joan Jet and kind of sets her style Bad Reputation being her favorite song.

↺ : My muse and the past. (Do they live in the past and struggle to let go of past grievances, or move on more easily, is there anything in their past they want to forget, e.t.c.) 

"..I used ta not care 'bout my past but..Cause I didn' know 'bout so I guess 'm figurin' 'hat out." Before Summer didn't care about where she came from or who was behind her birth. Not many adopted kids do worry about this in contrast to my other adoptee oc Nina who did it's because Summer always had one home and one set of parents and a whole family even to turn to. So she never had that insincerity in her life to Summer they gave her up and she got a family thanks to it. Soon though Summer would learn who those people were she dosne't know who Gabs is herself but she knows who Hun is and that rocked her and will be something she struggles with for a time even going so far as to dye her hair the same shade as Casey's. Sure she will worry that Casey and Raph will hate her now because of where she came from. Of course this is just a childish fear that gets sorted out because Raph and Casey have made it clear they see Summer as their own kid.

To summer if your good and turn bad you can be good again and same goes the other way around. If you were bad turn good you can be bad again. Much like Raph she feels the whole lepard's don't change their spots. It's why she can understand here family reservations about Bishop but why she didn't hold Mikey's betrayal against him. Which has extended to herself if she feels this is ture then that must mean she is bad too because she come from a bad person. Learning Casey isn't any different of course, does help Summer try and learn her lesson on the mater. But it is still hard for her to get over the fact of her being related to Hun. It extends to her not wanting to meet Gabs either. Which may be cold on Summers part (I personally don't think it is I feel kids have a right on if they want a parent in their life or not, from personal experience.)

☾ : My muse and sleep. (How much they sleep, how much they wish to sleep, if there is something that never fails to put them to sleep, e.t.c.) 

"hmm 'ike sleep good cause ya get tried but sleepin' means I don' getta do things."

Lets just say Summer sometimes sacrifices sleep to stay up watching movies or videos all night long that she sends to Ariel mostly the cursed annoying or weird cryptic stuff

✧ : My muse and art. (If they have an artistic side or not and why, favourite artist if they have one, e.t.c.) 

" 'ike drawin'? not my 'hing much."

When it comes to Art music is for sure summers art outlet. As I mentioned before she loves it and even plays and listens to just about a little of everything. She surprisingly pretty serious about it she knows cords and notes she can read sheet music and even has been learning to write her own. Shes not much for lyrics her self but she can come up with a tone and mood pretty easily. It's also how she connects to how she feeling when she has no idea how to handle what she is going through.

❃ : My muse and social media. (If the muse is/would be on social media and why/why not, their general opinion on it, e.t.c.) 

"Oh yeah course I use it, 'm mean who ain't on social media?"

Summer I feel has a tumblr but she dosen't personally use it she only got it to follow her sister and send her stupid annoying anon on asks but Ariel knows it her. Worse when she shows Ariel the ask shes gonna send to make sure it makes sense. She isn't much into tumble herself it's not much here scene. She is on twitter a lot mostly to follow news on hockey and her favorite players. Often she live tweets during games or shes retweeting Ariels cover song post so people can see how talented her sister is.

Summer also has Instagram she has two accounts a private one for her own photos its mostly for her self mikey at least I can say follows it he would have it when he gets older. If any other family has one she lets them follow. its mostly just family pictures her and her Dad's mostly sometimes she sneaks pictures of Casey and Raph being gross and cute together. Or it her and Ariel selfies decorated with a ton of stickers and such.

she also has a public account that she uses for music posting when reels got introduced. And sometimes with do live streams when she wants to show something she wrote herself. She takes lifestyle photos as well for her public account at the rink or around the city even sometimes.

I feel she has snap chat but its only used with her team mates.

✉  : My muse and others. (If they social and outgoing or more introverted, and why. If they prefer communicating with others face to face or in written form, e.t.c.). 

"well not many people get me I guess?"

Summer, has a history of dealing with bullying for a short time as a kid. Because well she was wired, she was passionate about hockey and turtles she didn't act like the other girls in her classes. She didn't want to just swing or chase the boys on the playground she wanted to play like ninja and such but the boys thought it was weird and wouldn't play with her either. Often she teased and called turtle girl, kids even starting to make rumors that she ate turtle eggs down at the beach. Summer tried to get along with them she really did but she never wanted to give up the things she likes because her family never thought anything wrong of her but maybe something was wrong with her. She kept the bullying mostly to herself only really telling her sister about it because she just couldn't understand why they were so cruel to her. The bully did start to get physical having rocks thrown at her one day at school so of course it came to the attention of school staff meaning dad now knew and she was in pure panic over her dad's learning about it.

Summer dose get move to another school after some time, a new school new kids and such, of course it meant she was the new kid she did try to lay low hoping to avoid the same issues happening again. Her new school having a hockey team it was boys only but because of this she was allowed to try out and she made it being the first girl on the team. Which did wonders for social life if anything it just reaffirmed her love for hockey her team mates were pretty cool and the following year more girls started to try out to join the team as well.

Summer is very outgoing she loves meeting new people and holds no fear in starting conversations with them. Coming from a block where everyone knows each others mad her a social butterfly growing up around mutants leaves her with out much fear on non humans creatures as well. She doesn't have a lot of friends but she is friendly and people like her enough often they get intimated by her more rough and tumble self but those who get past it she shes just kind of a dumb harmless idiot. With a temper issue cause she will get into fights Casey showed her how to hit the best with a hockey stick after all.

▶ : My muse and level of education. (If the muse has some form of education, what education they perhaps wish they had, e.t.c.). 

"blaaah I hate school."

Summer is a human girl in America meaning she has to go to school. She dose go through the required education levels getting her high school degree of course and despite my jokes about it Summer dose in fact go to community college at least. she earns a bachelor's degree because Summer wants to make sure she can get a decent job. Something that can assure she will have it for a long time so she isn't job hunting. Because she needs to be able to take care of her Dad's when they become old men. uwu

She gets it in music actually and winds up becoming a music teach well doubling as the coach for the school hockey team because she wanted to have both things she loves.

◐ : My muse and animals. (If they like animals and treat them well, do not care for them at all, e.t.c.). 

"Be werid if I didn' 'ike animals? I mean I got turtles in my family?"

Summer isn't like most who likes cats or dogs ect she likes things likes Rats, reptiles and to Raph's dislike bugs. She of course loves Cat's and dogs still shes just more for the other animals, often as a kid she used to put bugs in her pockets and refer to them as he babies and yes Ra[h freaked out every time a bug crawled over him when picking her up.

❒ : My muse and gifts. (If they are good/bad at finding gifts, good/bad at receiving gifts, good/bad at wrapping gifts, e.t.c.) 

"I'm the best at gittin' presents." I feel Summer would be a pretty good gift giver in truth in that she will not give up on getting that perfect gift for someone often second hand bought or a lucky find on her end. But damn it she's not giving up till she gets her hands on it.

☘ : My muse’s relation with their family. (If they speak with each other and how much, if they are close or estranged, e.t.c.). 

"I jus' wanna be worth the family 'hat found me an' took me in"

Summer loves her family theres no doubt about it she binds herself to it however she can. And sort of puts to much pressure on herself because of it she just wants to make them proud of her she wants to right by them. She doesn't so much life for herself as she try to more be there for them. There is no real reason behind this on her end more subconscious if anything. It's most notable with her family life. Summer sort of takes up a nurturing role towards her Dad's I've shown this a bit in that Summer will openly snatch Raph's cigerates away from him and put them out. When Summer's around them least as a teen I feel she will limit there drinking to at least two cans. Summer learned to cook from Mikey and Von and takes over cooking responsibilities from her dad who never should be in the kitchen. Reducing Casey to getting the shopping list at least. Oddly enough shes pretty good at planing out the week meals. If she goes to spend the weekend with her sister than she will make up extra food through the week to make sure her Dad's are fed when shes gone.

She sort of extends this towards her sister as well in anyway she can be part of something she will try, like how she over excitability hypes Ariels covers on twitter so to help draw attention her way. Summer I feel shows this best when it comes to Bishop where Summer maybe should be on the other side considering Bishop hurt her pops and even Casey has a dislike towards them because of what happened to Raph as well she support Ariel even telling her it was okay she was happy about Leo seeming to have feelings for Bishop. Summer is very close to Ariel sure they are cousins but she has never not refereed to her as her sister. Even seeing Donatello as a third dad and Von as her mother. They are just near about on the same level as her Dads of course she she is obviously closest to them.

Von is of course her go to for girl problems even if she grossed out by this stuff and wish she didn't have to do it. Von also is someone she can turn to when she just needs advice because they share things in common she sort of took on a trait from Raph that she likes to hide out with her aunt when she needs to just get away because her aunts kind of outside of things herself so it give her a space in a sense.

Don i haven't really explored their relationship but as a baby summer had a habit of taking Raph's mask off she sort of used his green eye as way to know he was there, often she try the same if casey wore his hockey mask. Summer was very fussy as a baby so only a few were allowed to hold her and Don was one of those few often because he has green in his own eyes. Summer has just seen him as like another dad in her mind someone she can turn to when Casey and raph aren't around she find him calming to be around. Despite her destructive behavior she dose know to behave in his lab and around anything he's working on. She has no clue half of what he says but he holds her attetion in a way most don't sometimes she recall something he said and it helps her in her class, im pretty sure she asks him for help with school pretty often because it only make sense when uncle Donnie explains it over her stupid mean teachers uwu

I made a remark on Mikey's but i' expand here I feel Summer it sort of like Mikey in that she is has a lot of empathy in her for others. And I feel this is something she and Mikey connect on because of it. It's often why she so more concerned for others around her and tends to over look herself even why the mess with Hun being her biological sperm donor hurts her because how dose that effect her Dad over herself. It's why she can understand what Mikey did and why she never lashed out like her sister dose. Mikeys kind of who she turns to when she just needs to talk to a non-parent filling in a more older sibling role for Summer. She sometimes even refers to him as being her older sib here and there and Mikey sometimes plays along with it mostly to annoy raph and Casey.

Splinter is grandpa she loves him and behaves for him the best. He was sort of her first teacher and I feel she often looks back on his lessons confused and not sure she follows his advise all that well it's very summer interrupted. On subject of granparents she is also close to her Grandma on Casey side. I feel like she spent a lot of time around the women and shape her personality in maybe the worse way of not giving much of a shit. She will take her death pretty hard because she was very close to the women its almost hard to understand she can die even if thats dumb.

When it comes to her Dad she of course is close to them both and share many of both their traits even forcing herself to talk like them when she was just a kid. but she is closer to Casey somethign Raph points out when stating she looks up to him which is why. Everyone has thier heros and Summer's is Casey. She's well aware he meant to be scary to some but summer sees nothing but her soft marshmellow dad that she can get away with murder with (Raph isn't any different and summer dose take advantage of this with both) Summer just wants to be like Casey shes wants to be someone others count on and can relie on she wants to be able to do that for others as well. She dosen't need a flashy life just one surrounded by her loved ones with the abilty to take care of them. Casey is someone she just never wants to disspoint so she often too hard on herself because she sort of set her Dad on a pedstool

[chenyuvale]

❤😊🐾💕😍👏🎶👕☀️🏠🕸🏆😂💞 i am emoji anon but this is for the ask meme ;>

oh wow ok long post incoming

❤: uh not sure if i have a fave person it is tied between two ppl and they are both uhhhhhhhhh vision impaired <3

😊:What are some things you do to cheer yourself up when you’re having a rough day? \\ uhhhhhh think abt baizhu,, or look up baizhu fanart or now ill jus open the game and go on a walk w him

🐾: What’s a fun fact about your favourite animal? // not a fun fact everyone knows this but i still like it; bats have echolocationnnnnnn isnt that so cool of them

💕: What’s something you love about yourself? // uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh trick question next

😍: What’s a trait you admire in other people? // honesty thats it sjhkdf like that is It

👏: What’s something you’ve done recently (even if it’s a small thing) that you’re proud of? \\ uhh does getting baizhu count? if not then i did start ( and fail,, i forgor ) exercising a bit

🎶: Name a song that reminds you of a happy time, or of someone you love. \\ uhhhhhhhh jumpstarted by jukebox the ghost and uh any ben platt song on his sing to me instead album

👕: What article(s) of clothing make you feel the most confident and comfortable? \\ uh my leather jacket makes me feel more confident than comfortable then any of my hoodies ( tho i need to get more) make me feel more comfortable than confident

☀️: What would your ideal day be like? \\ uhhhhhhh in my own house jus playing genshin all day

🏠: Describe your dream home. \ \ ok how in depth do you want me to go??? bc putting it simply just a house to myself is my dream house- if you want a more indepth description of specific wants then dm me i guess

🕸: What’s something you used to be afraid of that you’re less afraid of/not afraid of at all now? \ \ uhhhhhhhhhh heights i think? i used to be somewhat afraid of rollercoasters but the more i went on them and the more i went to higher places the more it doesnt bother me

🏆: What’s a bad habit you have/had that you’ve managed to improve on or kick entirely? \ \ uhhhhhhhhh all my bad habits kinda Stick so idk if there are any ive stopped doing sdhfs whoopsies,, maybe emotional repression ???

😂: What always makes you laugh? \ \ uhhhhhhhh h h h hh ,,, ok sappy time my friends always make me laugh shjdf they are all the type of friends who youd laugh at in the middle of class jus for existing

💞: What’s your favourite thing to do with friends? \ \ jus chill with them, tho artist friends i love drawing with them or collabing with them is very fun

[introvert--weeb]

I am but a humble reader with salacious desires, and I would like to ask for Ran, Draken and Koko with a reader who's normally quite shy with affection, suddenly lead a makeout session (liek, they'd jus b hanging and she all of a sudden crawls on top of them and kisses them)

Your works b curing my loneliness rn, no joke.

I love this idea!! 💕 And I'm so glad that my work helps with your loneliness ❤️

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!! ❤️

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Ran, Draken, Koko with a shy!f!reader initiating a make-out session

TW: mentions of suggestive themes, intimate affection, embarrassed reader, jealousy (Koko), pet names (kitten by Koko)

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Ran

You and Ran had been in a relationship for a few months now. It was a good relationship, all things considered. After all, Ran Haitani was a delinquent who ruled over Roppongi with his brother, while you were a high school student who was way too shy to be with a bad boy. Nobody in their right mind would put the two of you together, yet here you were. Happy and loved.

When it came to any type of affection, this boy would have to initiate it. Sure, he didn't mind it but he would constantly tease you over how flustered you'd get from the simplest things. He remembered the first time you had both held hands. You were so nervous that once his fingers brushed against yours, your entire face turned a bright red and you almost fainted from overheating. Good times.

However, today you were going to prove that you were able to initiate intimate affection with your boyfriend. You even had a plan in your head about how you would approach it. So when Ran had text you about coming over to his, you started this genius plan.

Step 1 of your amazing plan: wear something cute! It may have seemed simple but you needed to be strategic with your outfit. After all, clothes are an expression and should be used as such, at least that is what you had been told by a friend. So with that, you had chosen some cute shorts paired with a t-shirt and jacket. Surely this would help you feel confident in completing the plan.

Step 2 was simple as well. You needed to draw attention to your beautiful features and the best way to do that was with some simple make up. Especially focusing on your lips. In a bid for the desired effect, you had chosen a soft colour for your lips while keeping your usual make-up look for the rest of your features. Hopefully this would help you feel a little more prepared.

Step 3. Get to Ran's house and actually go through with the plan. This was the step that had you nervous but you needed to prove to yourself that you could. And so, while you and Ran were relaxing on his couch, a film playing on the TV, you had decided it was time.

Shyly, you had moved yourself so you were practically straddling your lanky boyfriend's lap, eyes diverted to the side as you gathered your courage. Ran was a little surprised for the change of position but decided to simply wait to see what you were up to.

You moved forward before you could second guess yourself over the plan. In no time, your lips softly collided with his in a simple smooch. No need to rush into the make-out session. As if having a mind of their own, your arms secured themselves on his shoulders to circle around the boy's neck. So far so good.

To say the elder Haitani brother was surprised was an understatement. It took him a moment to process what was happening before he was able to kiss back. You were never one to initiate affection and yet you were the one taking the lead right now. Ran thought that he may as well enjoy the moment as it lasted.

The simple smooch eventually evolved into heated exchanges. Hands roamed each other's bodies as though it was for the last time, and tongues danced a waltz only they knew. When it came to an end, the pair of you were red-faced and breathing heavier than before.

"Well," Ran chuckled lowly, "that was unexpected..."

Not that either of you were complaining.

Draken

If it wasn't for Mikey having 'accidentally' spilled the beans about Draken having a girlfriend during one of Toman's meetings, no-one would have figured it out. Not for any other reason than you were hardly affectionate with each other when in public.

As Draken's girlfriend, you often would hang around the bottom of the shrine steps by his beloved Zephyr while meetings were taking place. That is if you had no other plans of your own. Each time, the Toman members would all go to their respected rides once the meeting was over, with your boyfriend being one of the last. Ken would smile softly at the sight of you, place a kiss on your head before he would drive you back home. Of course your face would resemble a tomato over the simple act of affection.

You were definitely the shy type when it came to your relationship, especially around the aspect of physical affection. Sure, you could tell the giant that you loved him, but initiating a peck on the lips? No way. But you wanted to change that. And so, your plan was born.

Plan 'Kiss your boyfriend' was a simple one in all fairness. All you needed to do was overcome the shyness and place your lips atop his. Easy, right? In theory, yeah, but coming to actually doing it outside of your imagination? Not so much. The thought of calling one of your girl friends had passed through your mind on multiple occasions.

Now with all the information you could ever hope to achieve in relation to your plan, all that was left was for you to actually put it into action. If only the thought of it didn't cause your face to burn with a blush.

Draken had invited you over to his room with plans to simply hang out together. That week had been chaotic for him, what with Mikey forcing him to run simple errands or buy him his snacks. All Draken and his wallet wanted was a break. So having you leaning against his side, manga in hand while he read one of his newest motorbike magazines, was heaven to him.

Although your eyes were scanning the pages of your favourite manga, a pep talk was occurring in your mind. Show the delinquent that you could initiate affection and not be so shy. So once you had finished your inner motivational speech, you decided it was time to act.

Hand to the back of his neck and leaning in, your lips softly pressed against his own. Draken's eyes widened at the action, surprised at how bold you had decided to be in that moment. However, the surprise decreased and his eyes slipped closed, his own hands moving to pull you closer.

By the time you had pulled away, the male had you situated on his lap with the magazine long forgotten on his bed somewhere. Both of your faces were tinted pink, but for different reasons. Yours due to the sudden embarrassment and his for lack of air.

"You should do that more often..."

Maybe you would.

Kokonoi

Koko adored how shy you were! It was one of the points that made him fall for you to begin with, after all. The fact it took the minimum amount of affection to get you all flustered provided plenty of amusement to your money-loving boyfriend. However, with this he understood that he would be the one initiating physical contact. Not that he minded, it was just a fact about the relationship.

You knew how shy you were, but you were jealous of the girls that could confidently kiss and hug their partners without blooming a bright red. Why couldn't you do that? While you may question it, you wondered if it was affecting Koko.

Unlike the other scenarios, you wouldn't be planning to initiate the affection. After all, you both seemed pretty content with how it all worked out, even with your internal questioning. In fact, you seemed to gather the courage through jealousy.

Hajime Kokonoi was known around Tokyo for having a lot of money and power in his own way. And yet, even if they didn't know, it was easy to tell with how Koko dresses himself to flaunt his wealth. Wealth has a way of drawing others' attention to oneself, and your boyfriend was no exception.

Girls would flock to your boyfriend and try their best to get his attention on them. Even if you were clearly holding his hand, they would seemingly ignore your presence. Usually you would simply remain quiet, clinging tightly to your boyfriend's arm while it occured. However, you had a breaking point.

It was one of these situations in which you had overcome your shy nature. One of his new admirers had overstepped the boundary by placing a hand on his chest. While you were at his side, hand in his.

Seeing red over this flirtatious action, you were out to lay claim on your boyfriend. Pushing the offending hand off your man, your own grabbed ahold of his collar before dragging him towards you. You slammed your lips against his, hands moving to tangle in his dark locks.

Koko was equal parts amused and surprised. He knew how shy you were when it came to affection, and yet here you were, basically making out with him in the middle of the street because of some random girl. He wasn't complaining though as his arms wrapped around your frame to bring you even closer.

It seemed like you had forgotten where you were during the kiss. If you had recalled you were in public, you would have left it at a simple peck and blushed for the next hour. However, you seemed to have lost yourself in the affection.

Pulling away, both your cheeks were tinted a soft pink. But in no time, yours had blossomed to a pretty red that had Koko smirking down at you in amusement. The girl was long gone, possibly back to what she was up to beforehand. Not that either of you cared.

"Was my kitten jealous~?"

[blu-joons]

When He Meets His Long Distance Partner For The First Time ~ The Boyz Reaction

Sangyeon:

Your hand tapped nervously against the top of your leg as you watched the corners of Sangyeon’s mouth turn up into a smile in response to your good news.

Your own smile grew too as he leant in closer to the screen with his hands pressed to the top of his head. “You’re really going to come to Seoul? This isn’t a wind up, right?”

Your head instantly shook, “I promise it’s not a wind up, I’ve got some holiday to use up.”

“I don’t know what to say,” he chuckled, throwing his head back in disbelief, “when are you coming? How long for? There’s so many places I want to be able to take you too.”

“We’ve still got a couple of weeks to organise everything, it’s alright.”

With a shaky breath, Sangyeon’s head nodded back at you, “of course, although I don’t really care what we do, just finally being able to spend time with you will be nice enough.”

“I agree,” you concurred, “it doesn’t matter what we’re doing, just being in Seoul is enough.”

Your eyes flickered back up to the screen as Sangyeon continued to stare, “I can’t believe I finally get to see you, properly, in real life and right beside me.”

“I’ll be there in no time, not too long to wait now.”

Jacob:

Your eyes instantly lit up as you looked around the lounge, finding Jacob sat down at the end of a row of benches, scrolling aimlessly through his phone as he waited.

Your speed picked up and in no time at all your figure was stood before him. “Hi,” he nervously whispered as he looked up and saw you stood in front of him.

Arms instantly wrapped around your waist as you dropped your suitcase, “hi, how are you?”

“So good,” he chuckled as he squeezed you tightly against his chest, “I can’t believe you’ve finally managed to get over here, and you’re definitely a real person as well.”

“I’ve always been real,” you laughed, “or did you think I was a super smart catfish.”

His head shook back at you as he pulled away so that he could meet your eyes, “I never imagined how it would really feel to be able to meet you in person, that’s all.”

“Does it feel good to finally meet me in person though?” You asked back across to him.

His head nodded straight away, “it feels amazing, I feel like I might need you to pinch me a few times to let this sink in and not let me wake up.”

“You’re not dreaming, I really am here before you.”

Younghoon:

As you lifted the plane ticket up so that it crossed over the screen, you heard a loud gasp from the screen as Younghoon leaned forwards to the camera.

His hand beckoned for you to move the ticket back where he could see it, “please tell me I’m not dreaming when that destination says to Seoul.”

Your head shook gently, “one ticket to Seoul in two weeks, that’s exactly what it says.”

“That makes this all feel so real,” he whispered in a slight haze of disbelief, “you’re really going to be here in two weeks, and not just a face on my screen anymore.”

“Hopefully we can be a bit more normal too and see the same time of day.”

A soft chuckle escaped from Younghoon, “at last I don’t have to wait until the end of my day to speak to you, but instead I can spend the entirety of my day with you.”

“Sounds pretty cool, right?” You smiled, relieved as Younghoon’s smile grew too.

His head moved back away from the camera once again, “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to wait, I just want you to fly over right now and never leave Seoul.”

“We’ve lasted months already, a couple more weeks will be nothing.”

Hyunjae:

Your eyes looked around in bemusement as you stepped foot in Jaehyun’s room for the very first time, taking in all the sights that you’d seen so many times before.

It was different on a screen though, which Jaehyun quickly realised. “I bet it feels pretty strange to be in the room you’ve seen as my background for such a long time.”

Your head nodded in agreement, “I never really pictured this room as a real place, that’s all.”

“A bit like how we never pictured each other as real,” he sympathised, “you’ll get used to this place being real soon enough, it’s home at least for now anyway.”

“I never pictured myself getting here one day on our calls.”

His smile widened as he took a seat on the edge of his bed, inviting you to join him, “why don’t I show you around a bit, that way you might feel a bit more comfortable.”

“What’s there to show me that I haven’t already seen before?” You asked with intrigue.”

His hand extended to point across to a new addition to his room, “I had to create a little spot for you, so that it felt like you’re home too.”

“That’s adorably sweet of you, but your home is also mine.”

Juyeon:

Your body jumped slightly at the feeling of a pair of arms wrapping around you, preventing you from placing anything else into your suitcase to pack your belongings up.

As you turned your head slightly, your eyes met Juyeon’s. “I don’t want you to go tomorrow, it feels like you’ve only just arrived still, doesn’t it?”

You smiled weakly with a sigh, “I wish I could stay, but I’ve got too much going on at home.”

“This could be your home,” he frowned, resting his chin against your shoulder, “I know I’ve joked about it all week, but would moving to Seoul be so bad, I’d be here with you.”

“Life isn’t that easy Ju, it’s not something I can do straight away.”

His head nodded softly, “I’ll hold onto the hope that one day things might be able to change for the two of us, that’s all that I need for now anyway.”

“Neither of us know what the future will hold for either of us,” you assured him.

“As long as you’re there, I don’t mind,” he whispered into your ear, “whether you’re here or at home, none of that matters to me, as long as I have you.”

“You’ll have me, somewhere around the world I’ll be there.”

Kevin:

Your head shook as you walked into arrivals to notice a large banner held up in the crowd with your name written on it, and a figure jumping up and down holding onto it.

As soon as Kevin spotted you, the banner fell as his arms reached out for you, “I was worried you wouldn’t see me,” he laughed as he followed your gaze.

Your eyes rolled back at him, “was a banner that big really necessary for me to spot you?”

“I wanted to make your arrival special,” he proudly smiled, “and I knew it would make you happy too, I know you’re impressed by the banner really, I worked on it all night long.”

“It’s perfect, but only because you’re the one who made it.”

His arm snaked around your waist tightly, “if you thought the banner was good, you just wait and see the rest of the things I have planned for you this week.”

“Is it too late to consider getting a flight back home?” You teased in response to him.

“No!” He yelled, tightening his grip around you, “I’ve waited too long for this moment, there’s no way I’m letting go of you all week, you’re mine.”

“I guess we’ll just have to leave the banner here then, right?”

New:

The noise that hit you as you walked into the studio left you stunned, your eyes met Chanhee’s as he looked around to face you, noticing how slow your pace was as you walked.

Your head shook, but he had already pushed the door open as several pairs of eyes flickered around. “Members, meet Y/N,” Chanhee smiled, excited to finally introduce you.

Your eyes darted around as a tall figure approached, “we’ve waited so long to finally meet you.”

“At least now he’ll stop talking about you too,” another voice quickly interjected, drawing your attention across the room to where you recognised Kevin’s face.

“I’m sure he doesn’t talk about me, I’m hardly that interesting.”

Kevin’s head shook back at you, ignoring the glare that Chanhee shot him. “I’ve recorded him a few times, I could play them for you if you wanted me too.”

“Maybe later, there’s too many of you to meet properly first,” you joked with them all.

Chanhee quickly appeared by your side and agreed with you, “I’m not letting you guys embarrass me when Y/N has only just arrived in the country.”

“Chan, you’re normally capable of just embarrassing yourself.”

Q:

A nervous giggle came from you as you looked across at Changmin who sat beside you in the car, quickly looking away when you realised that he had heard you.

His hand reached across the car to grab onto your hand, “why are you still so shy?” He whispered, squeezing your hand to encourage you to look back at him.

Your head shook anxiously, “I guess it still doesn’t quite feel real that we’re physically together.”

“I guess it does feel a little odd still,” he agreed, offering you a smile, “we’re so used to just talking online, and suddenly we’re able to do so much more and spend more time together.”

“I never imagined that seeing you in real life would make me even happier.”

His hand squeezed against yours once again, “I’m just glad that you’re happy here in Seoul, and that you’re happy being here with me as well.”

“Seoul is amazing, and so are you,” you assured him, “better than I ever could have imagined.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he acknowledged, leaning in closer to you, “and just so you know, you’re pretty cool yourself, I feel very lucky to be here with you.”

“Stop being cute before you really do turn my cheeks red.”

Juhaknyeon:

As your eyes flickered up from the menu, you quickly noticed Haknyeon’s eyes darting downwards to look through the menu, keeping quiet as you stared across at him.

After a few moments he looked up, noticing your eyes still firmly on him. “I don’t mean to stare; it still just feels pretty surreal that you’re in front of me right now.”

A soft laugh came from you, “would you prefer if I went back to being a laptop screen instead?”

“No way,” he chuckled, closing his menu and placing it in front of him, “being with you in person is ten times better than speaking to a screen in front of me.”

“I’ve spotted you staring at me multiple times through the week.”

A sigh gently escaped him, “I keep staring to remind myself that this is happening, I’ve dreamt about this for so long sometimes I question whether I still am dreaming.”

“What can I do to prove to you that all of this isn’t a dream at all?” You asked.

His hand lifted, using his index finger to tap against his cheek, “a kiss would be a pretty handy reminder that all of this is real right now to be honest.”

“I definitely think I can do that, any excuse to kiss you is good with me.”

Sunwoo:

Your body froze as you saw a man before you who looked just like Sunwoo, furrowing your brows together to work out whether it was really him before you or not.

As they took a few steps towards you, their smile widened. “Are you going to stand there all day?” They laughed, closing the distance between you both.

Your head shook as it slowly began to sink in, “Sunwoo? You really are real? Can I hug you?”

“Of course,” he laughed, opening his arms out for you to walk into, “I thought for a moment I’d got the wrong girl with the way that you looked at me.”

“I just didn’t know what to expect from this moment.”

His smile widened as he engulfed you gently, “neither did I, but that’s what makes it all the more special, the fact that we can just be ourselves.”

“I don’t know what to do, I think I’m just stunned,” you admitted back to him.

His head nodded understandingly, “just let it sink in for a moment that I really am this handsome in real life and then I promise you’ll be alright.”

“You’re impossible, even if you are incredibly handsome too.”

Eric:

Every corner that you turned came with a new surprise as Youngjae introduced you to the place he called home and the many sights that were around too.

As another gasp came from you, he decided to finally speak up. “Many of these buildings that you see right now are on our itinerary for this week.”

Your eyes moved across to look at him, “but they’re all so big and fancy, are you sure?”

“Of course,” he laughed, “I told you that I was going to show you the best that Seoul had to offer, plus they’re not as fancy as they look, most of them are pretty boring.”

“I’ve never seen anything like this before, it’s a far cry from what I call home.”

His head nodded back at you, “you get to explore a different part of the world with me, and I promise that by the end of this week you’ll love Seoul as well as you love me.”

“I’ve already fallen in love with Seoul, almost as quickly as I did you,” you complimented.

The corners of Youngjae’s mouth widened quickly, “you’ll have the time of your life being here, just you wait and see, you won’t ever want to go home.”

“Don’t say that I already wish I could be here forever with you.”

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Masterlist

[hangovercurse]

Blind Date (continued)

You invite Colson in after your blind date

Request: “I loved this so much! If you get the chance and are up to it, I’d love a second part!” ”I would like to read a second part of it”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: cursing

A/N: Have I edited this? No. Did I even look back over this after I wrote it? Also no

Word Count: 1974

Your hand touched the handle before you turned around, finding Colson in the same situation at his car door, still looking at you. “Do you maybe wanna… come in?” You asked, biting your lip. His face lit up, a smirk highlighting his features.

“I would love that.”

The man’s lanky figure strutted over to your front door as you opened it, pausing as he entered to take in the smell of your house that screamed you. He let his eyes wander around the place as he stepped further in, taking off his coat and shoes at the front entryway.

You moved into the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of red wine while he made his way into the space. You found a note on the counter from your best friend and roommate.

Staying at Eric’s tonight in case you and your date need the place to yourself <3

You rolled your eyes at the note, chuckling as you tossed it in the trash. You rustled through your drawers to grab a corkscrew, fiddling with the bottle as Colson shuffled into the room, standing behind you to encase you in his arms.

He took the corkscrew from your hands and opened the bottle with ease. “I was getting there,” you whined jokingly.

He chuckled, “I could see that.” You turned around and allowed your lower back to rest against the counter, squeezed between the surface and Colson. His arms rested on the countertop on either side of you, his figure leaning to be level with you.

You couldn’t help but admire his features, his bright blue eyes and the stubble on his jaw sparking your artistic mind. “I wish I could sketch you right now,” you murmured your thoughts aloud.

He smirked, leaning closer into you, your lips almost meeting, “why don’t you?”

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before softly speaking, “you would get bored being my model.”

He pulled away from you, fingers running across your waist until they found your hands, intertwining your fingers. “I would be honored to be your model.”

You perked an eyebrow, “seriously?”

He shrugged, “I’ve done it before for cameras, and you are much more interesting than photographers.” He pulled you away from the counter, “go get your stuff and I’ll pour wine.”

Rolling your eyes, you walked towards your art room, which was really just your bedroom, “don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

When you returned, he was wandering your small living area, a glass of wine in his hands and one on the small coffee table. His eyes danced along the picture frames you and your roommate had placed around the house when you first moved in, which you honestly hadn’t looked at since.

You stepped into the room with your sketchbook and pencils, making your presence known. His gaze drifted to you with a smile, watching you settle onto the couch, “so, is this your roommate?” He motioned towards one of the pictures.

You glanced up, smiling at the goofy picture you two had taken at graduation, “yep, that’s us.” You turned your head back to your book, flipping to the next blank page as he continued asking about your pictures.

“Who’s in this one?” He asked, pointing to a photo of your roommate and her boyfriend, Eric.

You chuckled at the image of them pulling funny faces in the front seat of a car while you sat in the background looking bored, “that’s Eric, her boyfriend. We went on this huge road trip and they swore I wouldn’t have to third wheel, but I obviously did.”

Colson let out a small laugh, taking a sip of his wine, “and who is that?”

You had honestly forgotten about the picture he was pointing to, but seeing it made your stomach fill with unease. “Oh, I forgot that was still up,” you sighed at Colson’s curious expression, “that’s me and my ex, TJ. We broke up months ago, I thought I’d gotten everything of his out of here.”

Colson could see the discomfort in your expression, sitting down on the armchair next to your couch, throwing his legs over the side and posing dramatically. “Bad ex, huh?” You nodded, not wanting to make him uncomfortable with the conversation, though you wanted nothing more than to open up to him. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You rolled your eyes, turning so you could face him, “of all the poses, that’s what you pick?”

He smiled innocently, “yep.” A chuckle fell from your lips as you looked down at your sketchbook, pressing your pencil to the paper. “Fine, I’ll go first,” he began, “can’t really get to know each other if we don’t get at least a little bit of trauma out of the way.”

You looked up at him and giggled, “you got me there.”

He sighed, taking a sip of his wine, “Baze told me not to talk about it, but the look on your face when I asked you about him tells me you might be able to relate.” You raised an eyebrow but kept drawing, giving him a silent signal to continue. “I was dating this girl for a while, you’ve probably heard of her, Megan Fox.”

Your eyes went wide at the name, looking up at him in shock, “yeah, because that’s not an intimidating act to follow at all!”

Colson waved you off, “you’re doing great so far, don’t even worry about it.” You gave him a stern look, but he only continued with his story, “anyways, we were together for a while and she told me all the time she thought we were soulmates, and I believed her, you know?” You bit your lip, starting to feel slightly intimidated as he spoke about the woman. “But then she cheated on me after, like, 9 months. And I realized after we broke up how wrong we were for each other and how much she manipulated me.”

You frowned as he spoke, his tone getting sadder with each word. “That’s so shitty. I don’t understand why people cheat in long term relationships, especially after you’ve given them so much hope and trust. Like someone convinces you that they love you and then they go around and pull that shit. It’s evil.”

He nodded, a slight smile on his face, “I’m over it now though, in case you were worried. Came to the realization about a month or two later that I was better without her.”

You held the pencil in your hands still, trying to find the words you needed to say. “I, uh, I was dating that guy, TJ. We had been friends for a while and he asked me out and I said yes. Everything was great, you know? And then like almost a year end he starts acting all weird and possessive. Like just because we had been together for so long means he doesn’t have to treat me like his girlfriend anymore. He would make me feel like shit in front of our friends and just all around was being a shitty boyfriend.” Colson stared at you intensely with a frown on his face, eyebrows furrowed.

“A guy should never do that shit to his girl. You don’t deserve that shit, no one does.”

You nodded sadly, “yeah, well, then I found out like 4 months into all of this that he had cheated on me and gotten the girl pregnant so… I ended things real quick.” You let out a sad huff, turning your attention back to the book and continuing your sketch of the beautiful man in front of you. “I was really upset at first but now I’m just kind of angry. Dude was a dick.”

Colson let out a dry laugh as you took a long sip of wine, “sounds like it. I’m sorry you went through that shit.”

You shrugged, smiling up at him, “if I hadn’t, we wouldn’t be here.”

He chuckled, biting his lip, “guess something good came out of it.”

A blush spread across your cheeks, “oh yeah, the food was amazing.” Your words were full of sarcasm, yet the pout on his face still made you giggle, “I’m joking, loser.”

“You better be miss second-date.” You giggled but didn’t respond, turning back to draw him. It was quiet for a few moments, your pencil tracing along the paper.

He shifted, at which you glared up at him, “I told you you’d get bored.”

With a chuckle he said, “I’m not bored. I get to look at you while you draw, it’s far from boring.” You tried to look annoyed at him but failed miserably at his flattering words. “I was thinking though, since it’s my picture and all, I should get to make some executive decisions.”

You scoffed, “you chose your pose, what else would you like oh great model Colson?”

He rolled his eyes playfully, stretching his arm out to set his glass on the table. “Well, I mentioned that I have some tattoos,” he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, “you should draw them.”

Once his shirt was fully removed from his body, you couldn’t help but gawk just a little. His entire chest was covered in ink, designs beautifully engraved into his skin. “I was gonna make a joke about this only being our first date but holy shit, these are beautiful.”

He blushed, looking down shyly, ”I was honestly scared you weren’t gonna like them.”

You looked at him with wide eyes, “Seriously? This is so cool. I’m an artist, you really think I’m not gonna like tattoos? Its an art form in itself.”

Colson shrugged, moving back to his pose, expecting you to continue your drawing. Instead, your eyes wandered his torso, taking in every detail of the work. “If you’re lucky,” he commented slyly, “one day I might show you all of them.”

You rolled your eyes with a scoff, moving back into drawing position, “you think you’re so cool.”

A breathy laugh fell from his lips, “I do, actually.”

The two of you continued banter-laced conversation while you drew him, his likeness coming to life on your page. At some point it turned into 3 am, and you were struggling to keep your eyes opened, but you were finished.

“Here.” You turned the book to him, letting him take in your work. He didn’t speak for a few moments, causing worry to build in you. “I mean, it’s no Mona Lisa but-“

“That is fucking amazing.” He cut you off with a wide smile, “you make me look hot.”

You rolled your eyes with a grin, “I’m not going to feed your ego by saying something super lame like “that’s just what you look like,” but I’m glad you like it.” He chuckled at your response, climbing off of the chair to stand in front of you.

“Damn, I was really hoping to get my ego fed tonight.” He grabbed the sketchbook from you and threw it onto the couch next to you before grabbing your hands and pulling you up to stand.

You smiled to yourself, chest shaking with silent laughter, “does the sketch not feed it enough?”

He shook his head, “I need the approval of a really pretty girl to satisfy its hunger.”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned up into him, “you gotta work harder than that, Rockstar.” Your words came out breathy against his lips as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

His mouth connected to yours, the kiss deep and passionate. His soft lips meshed perfectly with yours, his hands pulling you up to stand on your tiptoes. Once you pulled away you stayed close to him, breathing in his intoxicating scent. He whispered, “I never thought a blind date could turn out so well.”

[ask-artsy-oncie]

Some Honesty Regarding Swindle

Hello everyone. As I'm sure the vast majority of you know, I do all the visual work for the DT17 fancomic, Swindle. For a while now, I've been having a lot of thoughts, a decent amount of angst and anxiety included, about the comic and I guess I'd just like to share. I honestly don't know if this is unprofessional, and I don't know if this is stuff that should have just remained private. I'm really not that good at sharing relatively "deep thoughts" privately outside of one-on-one conversations, and in this case it really doesn't feel fair of me to dish so much out on one person. I've done that enough, already, and I always feel guilty afterwards. It feels more right to just throw this stuff into the void.

I do know that all this stuff is personal feelings, though. That's why it's staying here and not being put on the actual Swindle blog. It's not necessary.

For anyone who doesn't want to read, please don't worry, Swindle isn't canceled, it's not delayed, I don't hate or resent it, like. Just don't worry. This is just my rumination, a reflection on a lot of feelings I've had for the past year (and more). It's not some signifier for the End Times, so I'd appreciate it if this didn't lead to some sort of panic.

I'm not entirely sure where to start. I could offer some kind of disclaimer on the kind of person I am and why I feel the way I do, but treating it as a disclaimer feels pretty inappropriate. I think moreso what happened is that my rumination on my feelings just allowed me to put words to the cause of them. The vast majority of the negative feelings just stem from some pretty bad anxiety, exhaustion, and self-loathing.

As the premier of Chapter 4 draws closer, my anxiety continues to climb. There are... a lot of reasons for a lot of things I feel - everything is kinda just swarming chaotically inside me, so forgive me for being so vague - but I think why this chapter in particular is going to be so hard for me is because it marks the beginning of unfamiliar territory and potential changes. Chapter 1 had been written for months before the comic even started, Chapter 2 was a segway into Chapter 3, and Chapter 3 is literally the first concept that brought Ty to life.

Chapter 4 isn't bad. Objectively, it's fantastically written, and Lolly's writing isn't just entertaining to read - it's legitimately well-structured and lends itself to exploring Ty as a character so well. She's fantastically skilled at set-up and pay-off. Even subjectively, the only problem I have with the actual contents of the chapter is the use of DT17-specific terminology for Talespin-specific terms. Otherwise, it's a genuine joy to read. I'm very excited to watch it unfold before you all and even more excited to see people relate this chapter to previous chapters and relate future chapters to this chapter.

And that's the thing - this is definitely a "me" problem, it's anxiety (with a side of self-loathing) rearing its ugly head.

Truthfully, I don't like talking about Lost Cargo!. Similarly to how I didn't actually like talking about Frozen in 2013/2014 or Coco in 2017/2018. I am aware. That I talk about it a lot. I don't like talking about it. The reason I do is because I have all these unsorted and often conflicting feelings and I NEED to sort through them, somehow. I'm an analytical kind of person, one who's still learning about myself, and why a piece of media may make me feel the way it does. I want to properly understand myself, because if one of my biggest longings in life is to find someone who understands me, I have to be able to do so for myself. Shortly after that episode aired, for example, I was able to realize that it's a lot easier for me to relax and enjoy a piece of media or aspects of a piece of media with, like, stability and normal emotions, when I'm not immediately jumped on for expressing criticism towards it.

Unfortunately, I wasn't allowed that leeway when I expressed my thoughts on Lost Cargo!. I was jumped on for either being too negative OR too positive about the episode, and as a result I'm STILL trying to effectively process my feelings about it. Usually I just end up very anxiously and hyperactively jumping between "the episode is visually perfect, I love the designs, I adore the backgrounds, the animation is fucking amazing I love love love love Kit's redesign" and "I fucking hate the writing, fuck this episode, it ruins so much on a fundamental level, I don't fucking like the casting, blargh blargh and all that, I am inclined to leave my room because I can't stand looking at anything Ducktales or Talespin related, hate hate hate hate", but no matter how I'm feeling it's always wrong, wrong, wrong. I know a lot of people are sick of hearing it. I'm sick of hearing it. I, like, actively don't respect myself for how stuck on this episode I've been. I'm frustrated with myself and it makes me think less of myself.

This has relevancy to Swindle, I swear. I'm not out her to dish out the contents of an episode you all already know my opinion on, that part isn't actually what matters to this post, to these ruminations.

What matters here is the internal struggle caused by the desire to keep everything as canon-compliant as possible VS the pretenses I was under when I offered to make Swindle into a comic. Ducktales 2017 essentially had my 100% stamp of approval - as in, even if there were aspects of the show I was willing to criticize, it was all comprised of something I'd be willing to work with and remain canon-compliant to. I wasn't about to just change or not acknowledge Goldie's incarnation in '17 just because I liked her '87 incarnation better, yknow? I'm not out here demanding we ignore or go back on Webby's biological relation to Scrooge just because it's not what I would have done - in fact, I'm making the best of it. This show has my heart, I was out here defending it regardless of how hard the fandom would rail against certain episodes, characters, or arcs.

So, with that thought in mind, I assumed that keeping canon compliancy was never going to be an issue for me, which works well, because Lolly and I are both the kinds of fan artists who like to keep things very close to canon compliancy. It's how we operate. I assumed that even if the Talespin episode was underwhelming, as long as it didn't disprove Ty's existence, we'd be good to go, right? Because we spent pretty much the entirety of 2020 not only developing Ty, but developing how these characters from Talespin would exist and work within the DT17 universe. Even if the episode was underwhelming, it would be okay, because we had a metric fuckton of supplementary thoughts and developments that would make up for that, and for characters that did have an underwhelming presence (or no presence) like Molly and pretty much every Talespin character they didn't (or legally couldn't) use, that remains mostly true. What I didn't expect was an episode so actively disappointing that so many of the things that had been thought up couldn't fit into it. It wasn't just that it had become a character assassination of a character that meant (and still does mean) a lot (SO much) to me, it was that it actively fought against the idea of H4H as a family that it left things a little difficult to pick up the pieces.

And not impossible. Like I said, so many characters didn't appear that utilizing them as tools to help mend or explain away aspects of the episode isn't terribly hard (I did only say it was a little difficult), but it conflicted enough with what was already written that things were going to have to change - a good, decent amount - from what was already written.

And this is where things circle back to being a "me" problem. Those older ideas we had before the episode aired? I liked them better. Even if they were rough drafts or otherwise not as refined, they had the building blocks of something I still just. Enjoy more than many of the changes that were made, simple as that. There's nothing objectively wrong with these changes, and the majority of you will never notice them because they're well written and were never that impactful to the story of Swindle to begin with. I think, ultimately, what my problem is is just that I happened to fall in love with ideas that weren't mine, ideas that were shared privately, and ideas that the original creator of has since abandoned. I can't talk about them because they aren't my ideas to share, meaning making and sharing art related to them is an absolute no-go (it's why I felt so much guilt about posting the "homoerotic standoff" piece until I had Lolly's express permission, and I still sometimes have a hard time looking at a piece I'm so fucking proud of because of the larger scope of what it represents) and I'll eventually have to let go of them, entirely. I'm already past the point where I should have let go. And again I find myself frustrated with myself for struggling so much to.

Like, yeah. Kit is not going to be the character I want him to be. And that sucks for me, personally. And ugly, petty thoughts rear their ugly, petty heads where I'm compelled to be spiteful and say shit like "he's not even going to be a pilot, huh?" even though that has absolutely no bearing on the actual story of Swindle, or even change terms in the dialogue back to their Talespin-specific counterparts. But being compelled to do something doesn't mean I actually want to do it. As in, I know that's wrong and I'd immediately feel guilty for putting Lolly through anything shitty for something that I care about for some reason but ultimately doesn't matter and therefore achieves nothing (nothing good, that is). Besides that, being a brat and saying "I don't like this, do that instead" is something I cannot condone at all, because it leads to bad final products. It breeds resentment, it revokes a creator of their vision, and it makes a creator work with something they aren't passionate about (or it would have been a part of the original vision). I wouldn't be happy even if I did "get my way" or whatever my petty, internal idea of "getting my way" is, because not only would I be deeply ashamed of myself, but the final product wouldn't be enjoyable to read.

I don't like myself. I already don't like myself. So I try my best to avoid being the kind of person I'd like even less. A while back, Lolly told me that there wouldn't be anything in the comic that would make me too mad (something along those lines). She trusted me to both be normal about inconsequential shit and to trust her. And regardless of whatever anxiety I'm feeling about literally meaningless aspects of a comic I have so much more to love about, I'm steeling myself to at least tolerate whatever might happen that I'll have weird feelings about. Because she trusted me and I made a promise to her and I've resolved to do my best to stop complaining and just listen. And accept. Even on an internal level. Because I love her work and I love her and I want to do her justice by following through with what I promised I would do, and by doing it well.

Unfortunately... this ends up leading into another problem. The willingness to play into canon compliancy has lead to a certain level of... expectations. If not from other people, at least something I've imposed upon myself. I think this is where "exhaustion" starts to come into play.

People do so much to compliment my work on Swindle, constant reminders of how well I'm able to capture the spirit of the show on a visual level. I cannot say that I don't appreciate these comments from the bottom of my heart, let me just say. It's just that, like everything in life, there are some pros to receiving messages like this, and some cons. One of these cons is that I simply have a hard time seeing what people are saying. Every page is riddled with errors and there are times when the art is bad on an objective level. At the very least, rushed. I swear, every time I upload a page I can see a new thread on the Bad Webcomics forum bashing and berating and picking everything I drew apart (in my head. As far as I know there is no Bad Webcomics thread about us and I'd prefer to keep it that way, or at least stay ignorant to it.) But it is rushed. Because, as I've said so many times, I cannot afford to spend so much time on a full-color comic I do for free (...mostly. I am technically making $15 a month thanks to it, but I shouldn't have to explain how far below minimum wage that is to justify calling this "free labor", right?) so they genuinely can't be that much better.

Another con is a very unfortunate, however unintentional, side affect - there is an expectation to look like the show. To make the comic as visually convincing as possible. And I've already explained why that's such a struggle to do. I've pulled so many all-nighters or close to all-nighters despite people telling me not to. I exhaust myself on Monday to make sure everything's ready on Tuesday and Thursday but usually end up fixing and cleaning things up (if not finishing the page set to upload that day in the event where it isn't actually finished) on Tuesday and Thrusday and now suddenly I'm dedicating 3 out of 7 days of the week to Swindle and spending a lot of time just being exhausted, otherwise.

We, a two-person team making a fan comic for free, have unexpectedly inherited the expectations of keeping aflame the spirit of an animated television show with a massive cast who were compensated for their work before episodes even aired. No matter how many people try to assure me to take things easy, this is the inescapable reality of it all. Regardless of what I may have promised Lolly, she isn't the only one I'm making a promise to anymore, she isn't the only thing I'm expected to (by my own standards, mind you) please anymore. We have a massive audience, a follower count that surpasses my social media presence everywhere else. We inherited a fanbase of people looking to us after Ducktales ended. This isn't to sound pompous - as much as I am proud, I'm scared. I'm used to being a small creator, I'm used to getting not much attention. Hell, I'm used to being frustrated with how little attention I get. The fact that you'll be hard-pressed to find an illustration of mine on the Swindle blog that doesn't surpass 100 notes is unreal to me.

It's terrifying to have that level of expectation to fill a void when you're not fully sure if you're capable of filling it.

I do not dislike or resent Swindle in any way. There is a part of me, though, that worries about how my insistence to make this a comic has impacted both myself and Lolly. If Swindle had remained a fic, then Lolly could have eventually walked away if she really wanted or needed to. She would have been in a sea among many who are also making Ducktales 2017 fics after the series had ended. Not to say her work wouldn't have been special, but I don't think there would have been as much of a pressure to get everything out both quickly and consistently. Every time I finish I page, there's a timer ticking for her to get the next chapter's script done. Every time I miss an upload date, we get endless messages asking why we didn't upload or when we are going to upload. I understand that entitlement is everywhere, fic writers deal with it all the time, and it isn't something one should bend to, but it's so exhausting to have neglected your health for something you don't get compensation for only to be told, when you've reached a breaking point and you need to rest, that you should be doing more. I'd love to be pumping out five pages a week. I'd love to have been animating this story. But I can't. I simply can't do more than I already do, and sometimes I can't even do what I already do. I wish I could, and I'm sorry.

It's hard. It's hard for me to accept praise for the work I do on Swindle. Not just because of self-loathing, but because I really just do not want to overshadow the work Lolly has done. This is her baby. She's the one spearheading it, and the reason it exists. At the same time, I once again find myself increasingly frustrated with myself for literally compromising my health and pouring so much into this comic only to downplay what I do. I'm still trying to find balance, in that regard, still trying to figure out a healthier and, honestly, better way to relate to feedback about the comic. Let me just say that I probably wouldn't have a social media presence if I was an actual showrunner who didn't rely on fans for my income - Frank has my eternal respect for how long he lasted as a showrunner who so frequently interacted with fans. I get overwhelmed very easily and I don't have a lot of patience, by default. And that's on top of having a hard time telling if something is "rude" by allistic standards (which is more of something I deal with IRL but have had issues with online). I didn't even know if running the Swindle Server was something I'd be able to handle because I have a history of panicking and leaving large group chats due to being overwhelmed, though thankfully the server is at least quiet enough that I can avoid feeling that way.

So, yeah, Chapter 4 is coming up, and I have a lot of feelings about it. Feelings that have caused a lot of mental health issues when I try to bottle them up. Already, in writing as much as I have, so far, I'm starting to feel better. Like I'm processing everything in an understandable way and finally organizing these jumbled, swarming feelings rather than holding back for the sake of being polite or spilling them out during a breakdown. Like not everything in my room is clean but I've at least cleared my sofa and coffee table and that area of the room is functional again, yknow?

And that isn't to say all my feelings about Swindle or even Chapter 4 are negative. I've already said how excited I am for the role this chapter plays (though I am still very anxious about being judged for how I interpret and devlop it, visually) and think you all would enjoy it, too. I'm still sappy as all hell for this bear and bird, Ty and Louie are still characters I love to the ends of the earth. Lolly and her work, I will also always (mostly) adore and admire deeply. Fuck, there's a reason why I make so many comics based on her writing, it moves me. She moves me. She's brilliant and a fucking amazing friend, I couldn't ask for anything more.

Last night, amidst all the frustration about how tumblr's app does not fucking work and I hate it, I was somehow reminded about how I finished the first three pages of Swindle (the cover, Chapter 1's cover, and the first page of Chapter 1) only hours before I was to go to San Francisco to get top surgery. How two things that would impact my life so much both intersected within a handful of hours. Even though I wasn't able to gain momentum for the comic for a while, so many of you hopped into the server while I was healing and started conversing and sharing your love for Ty and this comic when only a page of story had been released so far. October 2020 hit in such a way that I'll probably treasure and remember for the rest of my life. I love this. Despite everything, I love this. I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't.

That's all I have for now. I'm gonna be honest, I'll probably block anyone who decides to bitch at me over this because it just. Took a lot to be this level of vulnerable. And I think I respect myself just enough to not put myself through bullshit again. At least not right now.

I'm gonna post this and probably not be on social media for the rest of the day. Maybe in DMs, who knows. But for now, it's time for me to take a break. Play a video game, watch a movie, or possibly maybe even go outside and get a breath of fresh air (I can't be "pale little frijol" forever).

If you're reading this, thank you so much for your time, support, and understanding. I hope the rest of the day treats you well.

[obeyme-kaidii-writes]

Sick

Mammon x gn!MC

Words - 3275

Content warnings - fluff, crack, my attempt at humor, adult humor I guess? but no smut

Prompt/Inspiration - Mammon gets sick and MC cares for him

Summary - Mammon gets a very minor case of the sniffles and is determined to milk it for all its worth. But he doesn’t realize you know exactly what he’s up to and have a plan of your own in mind.

AO3

It’s not often demons get sick, you’ve been told. Since their bodies heal quicker and are generally more resilient than humans, they are much better at fighting off disease.

So imagine Mammon’s surprise when he woke up one morning, shivering. Yes, he sleeps au natural, but his body temp runs warm to begin with and he kept plenty of sheets and blankets on his bed to keep him nice and snug. If he bundled up right, he’d create his own little cocoon of warmth that he was always reluctant to leave.

But this morning he was cold. After a few moments of staring at the ceiling he decided he should text you and ask you to bring him something to drink.

Of course he wasn’t really after the drink.

He was after your attention.

It’s not often demons get sick after all...and he was going to milk this for all it was worth.

As you headed towards Mammon’s room with the bottle of water he requested, you were a bit annoyed with him. You couldn’t figure out why your boyfriend couldn’t get it himself, and it was way too early in the morning on a Saturday for you to get out of bed. But you figured if he was going to wake you up, the least he could do was let you climb into bed with him and steal his warmth. It seemed like a pretty fair trade.

Only when you got to his room, he didn’t greet you like normally. Instead, you heard a faint coughing sound coming from his bed. Thinking maybe his throat was just dry and that’s why he begged for the water, you headed over to him and sat down on the edge of his bed. Mammon finally rolled over partway to face you, and you immediately noticed how flushed his cheeks looked.

“Thanks,” he said, weakly.

“Are you ok?” you asked, handing him the water and reaching out to touch his forehead. He seemed a bit warm to your touch, but you had no idea what a demon fever was supposed to feel like so you couldn’t tell if he was running one.

“I’m jus’ tired. And a little sore. Nothin’ The Great Mammon can’t handle,” he replied, coughing again, before taking a sip of his water.

“Maybe I should get Lucifer?”

“No!”, he yelped, with a surprising amount of energy, causing you to raise an eyebrow skeptically.

“I mean...it’s jus’...” more weak coughing, “I’ll be fine if you’re here. Prolly just a cold ya know?” He offered you a weak smile.

“A...cold…?” Do demons even get colds? You hadn’t the faintest idea. You knew it was possible for them to get sick, but you heard it happened so rarely you honestly didn’t think you’d ever get to see it for yourself. You were about to ask if it was ok to talk to Barbatos at least, but a tiny niggling feeling at the back of your mind told you not to say anything out loud for now and just to text him later.

“Can ya just...hold me?” Mammon asked, looking at you with the best puppy dog eyes he could manage.

Ok, something was definitely up, you thought.

“Sure babe, let me just get some stuff from my room and I’ll be right back.” You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead, before standing up and leaving his room. As soon as his door closed behind you, you pulled out your DDD and sent Barbatos a text, hoping he might already be up early. And fortunately for you, he was.

"Hey Barb. Kinda an odd question but can demons get colds?” “Not usually. It would be exceedingly rare. Is one of the brothers sick?” “Mammon says he has a cold. But I don’t know enough to tell how bad it is.” “Can you tell if he’s running a fever?” “He seemed warm and a little flushed. If he was a human I would say he had a low grade fever. Nothing serious.” “Ah. He will be fine in that case. Demonic fevers run very hot to the touch. You would know immediately if there was cause for concern.” “Thanks Barb. You’re a lifesaver.” “It’s not a problem at all. You can message me anytime.”

With a better understanding of Mammon’s ‘condition’ under your belt, you felt relieved to know it wasn’t anything serious. But that still left you to figure out what exactly to do for him. Should you just pretend you were none the wiser and indulge him? Or should you call him out on it?

You continued thinking about this as you gathered up your things - a book, your DDD charger...when a brilliant idea struck you. You knew just what to do to make your poor, sick demon boyfriend feel better.

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“Hey Mammon, I’m back. Sorry it took so long,” you announced as you entered his room, carrying a large bag. You carefully sat it down on top of Mammon’s pool table and began to unpack.

“What’s all that?”, he asked. Mammon had rolled over on his side to watch you.

“Oh just some human realm cold remedies. I thought I could take care of you like how my family used to take care of me. I’m not sure how effective some of this stuff will be, but at least it’ll make you feel better.”

You turned around and gave Mammon a brilliant smile, and he relaxed into his bed, pulling his blankets snug around him. You were such a good human, looking after him like this. He almost felt guilty for making you work so hard for his sake when he wasn’t all that sick. Almost.

“Where’d ya get all that stuff?”

“Oh Barbatos helped me out. Turns out Lord Diavolo has quite the collection of human things stashed away in his castle. Food too. I guess it was part of his research and preparation for the exchange program,” you said with a shrug.

“Barb?” Mammon tensed up imagining Barbatos talking to Diavolo, who would certainly talk about his “illness” with Lucifer. And he really doubted Lucifer would let him get away with this if he knew.

“Don’t worry, he promised not to mention it to anyone for now. But he wants me to get back to him if you’re not better by the end of the day, because that could mean it’s something much more serious.”

“Oh. Okay. I’m sure I’ll be fine by then. Just need a day ta rest is all.”

Mammon wasn’t sure how he felt about you talking to Barbatos, but it seemed that the butler hadn’t blown his cover, for which he was grateful. Now all he had to do was sit back and enjoy your undivided affection and attention. All. Day. Long.

“Give me your feet,” you said, walking towards the foot of Mammon’s bed.

“Sure babe,” he replied, wiggling his feet free of the covers so you had easier access. You had never given him a foot rub before, and he was getting excited at the thought. This was the life.

His dreams were quickly dashed though, when he felt something cold, wet, and kinda slimy pressed to the bottom of his foot as you tugged some thick, wool socks over them.

“What the hell is that?!” he squeaked, trying his best to keep his voice down and not react too much. He didn’t want to give himself away after all.

“Oh this? It’s a home remedy. You put onions in your socks and it draws out the toxins in your body so you can recover faster,” without batting an eye, you moved on to his next foot.

Mammon really did not like how those socks felt on his feet with the onion slices against his skin. But if this was something you were doing to help him, then he guessed he could let you be. You were being so attentive, he really couldn’t complain.

“Alright, there you go. All wrapped up,” you said, patting the bottoms of Mammon’s feet, laughing inwardly when you noticed him flinch at the sensation, before tucking him back in.

“So can ya cuddle now?”, he asked, making sure to punctuate his sentence with a cough. He really wanted you to hold him and run your fingers through his hair like you always did. Maybe he could even convince you to give him a neck and a shoulder rub too.

“Of course.”

You grabbed a small thermos and your book from the pool table and then returned to his bed, climbing in next to him, “Here, this should help with your throat,” you said as you offered the thermos to Mammon.

He couldn’t help but smile at your thoughtfulness. You really were the best. He wasn’t expecting to get a nice warm drink, but you had gone above and beyond what he had hoped for. Propping himself up in the bed slightly, Mammon opened the thermos and poured himself a small serving.

Yummm, warmed milk, he thought.

But as soon as he took his first sip he realized something was wrong. Very very wrong. Not wanting to insult you after you had tried so hard, he forced himself to swallow, shivering as it went down.

“Err, babe...I think there is something wrong with the milk. It tastes umm...a little funny…?”

“Oh that must be the garlic,” you replied, giving Mammon a warm smile, “It helps with aches and pains, plus it’s supposed to help fight infections.” You returned to your book, careful to position it so that Mammon could not see the stupid grin that had now spread across your face.

“Right...umm...thanks…” Mammon looked down at the portion still left in the lid of the thermos and realized he had to drink at least that much if he was hoping to close the container at all. He gulped, and then decided to just treat it like a shot and tossed it back, trying his best to prevent it from lingering on his tongue any longer than possible.

As soon as he started to put the lid back in place however, you stopped him, “You need to drink all of it or it won’t work.”

“Ha...yeah...of course...makes sense,” Mammon chuckled nervously. The whole thing?! You really expected him to drink this whole thermos?? That had to be at least 4 other servings in there. He almost felt like crying at the thought, but then reminded himself that once he was done, he could get back to his comfort cuddling. If you offered him anything else later, he’d just have to tell you he was still full.

“All...done,” he said, tightening the lid back on the thermos before handing it to you. He was so thankful right now that the thermos wasn’t any bigger. He remembered how you mentioned your family used to do these things to help you when you were sick, and immediately felt bad for your childhood self. Being sick as a human must be awful.

Hands finally free, Mammon turned over and curled up beside you, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he rested his head in your lap. Finally he was going to get to rest and cuddle all he wanted. He let out a sigh of contentment when he felt your fingers start to carefully comb through his hair. Now this was what he had been waiting for.

You peered around your book at the adorable, malingering demon resting so peacefully on your lap. You were honestly surprised he had managed to drink all of that vile milk concoction. You had thought for sure that would be the thing to make him fess up. You however, were prepared for this scenario and had one final trick up your sleeve.

But first, you were going to let your sweet demon of Greed get a bit of rest and some real cuddles in. You did love him after all, and you did enjoy cuddling with him. If he had just asked you to be spoiled for a day, you would have happily obliged him. Instead, he gave you an opportunity to tease him that was simply too good to pass up.

After a couple of hours had passed, you sat your book down and stretched your arms above your head. You had gotten a little bit stiff maintaining your position for so long, but Mammon had fallen asleep and your book was better than you had been expecting, so you hadn’t wanted to move.

As you stretched, Mammon started to stir and hugged your legs closer to himself. You smiled at him and gave him a small pat on the head, which caused him to reposition himself a little so that he could better see you.

“Hey, how are you feeling now?”, you asked.

“About the same,” he coughed a couple times before continuing, “I’m not sure I’ll be able to make it down ta lunch. Ya think you could bring my food up to me?” He gave you another weak cough, then tugged the blanket up to his chest so only his head was exposed.

“Really? You don’t think you can even make it downstairs?” you asked, feigning concern.

“Yeah,” cough cough, “It’s just so far to walk ya know? I’d probably get trapped on the stairs.” Mammon laughed weakly at his own joke, a pleading look in his eye.

“That’s starting to sound serious Mammon. I’m getting kind of worried.”

“Nah it’s fine! I’m sure. I just need ta rest. No big deal.”

“I don’t know Mammon. I'm thinking I should go get Lucifer just in case.”

“Hey, that's really not necessary ya know.”

“Well, I do have one more thing I can try,” you said, sighing, “But if you don’t want to try it then I’ll need to get Lucifer.”

Mammon thought for a moment. So far his luck hadn’t been the best with your home remedies. His feet felt awful, and he could still remember the taste of that milk. But maybe if you didn’t have him eat anything he’d be fine? If it could get him out of talking to Lucifer, then a little bit of discomfort would be worth it.

“A’ight, whatcha got?”

“It’s just medicine. Don’t worry. Nothing you have to eat,” you replied, with a saccharine sweet smile. You really wished you had thought a bit further ahead and set up a video camera, because you were sure his reaction was going to be amazing.

Mammon rolled off your lap, resting on his stomach with his arms crossed under his pillow. He watched you as you went back to your stash of things you had brought with you, and picked up a small green box and began opening the end, removing the products carefully.

“Ok Mammon, I need you to lay on your side, facing the wall.”

“Umm...ok.” Mammon rolled over as instructed, thoroughly confused as to why he had to face away from you to receive medication. Maybe it was some sort of topical cream and you were going to rub it on his back?

“Great, now I want you to pull your top leg up towards your stomach, and keep your bottom leg straight.”

“Alright….” He was starting to get a little anxious now. This position seemed really odd to him, and sorta vulnerable. In fact, it vaguely reminded him of a sex position. Which was silly, he thought, it wasn’t like you were going to try to make a move on him when he was supposed to be ill.

“Perfect,” you said, as you started pulling down the blankets and sheets to get a good view of Mammon’s ass. As soon as the cool air hit his backside though, he became very concerned about what was about to happen next.

“Wh wh wh what are you doing back there?” he asked, trying to crane his neck so he could see you, which was very difficult to do from the position he was in.

“I’m prepping the suppository. I just need to apply a bit…”

“THE WHAT?!” he yelped, slapping his hands over his butt as he scrambled to sit upright in bed.

“The suppository,” you replied. It took all of your concentration to keep a straight face at this point.

“I I I I...really don’t think that’s necessary. In fact! I’m feelin’ better already! See?” Mammon flexed his arms, as some sort of show of strength, “Look, even my cough is gone.”

“I don’t know Mammon, I really don’t want to take any chances. If you’re not comfortable with this, I’ll just go get Lucifer, it’s ok.”

“NO! Uhhh... really, I’m feeling much better now.”

You could hear the panic rising in his voice, and the sadist within you laughed in glee. Oh this precious, precious man. How boring would your days be without him?

“It’s fine. I’ll just get Lucifer,” you said, standing up and heading towards the door.

You barely made it a single step though before you felt Mammon grab your wrist, as his confession started pouring from his lips…

“imnotsickpleasedontgetlucfierpleaseimfineiswearimfinenobuttstuffnoluciferpleasepleasepleaseplease.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter any longer, and just started... cackling . There really was no other word to describe it. Tears fell from the corners of your eyes as you laughed and laughed, completely doubled over.

Mammon blinked in confusion. That was not the reaction he had been expecting. As he stood there watching you struggling to compose yourself, he became aware of the fact that he was still completely naked, and not only that, he was standing in his onion socks and the feeling was...not pleasant.

He couldn’t decide if it was safe to let go of your wrist yet, since he had no idea why you were laughing as hard as you were. Would you make a break for it if he tried to grab some shorts to cover himself? Or should he just pick you up and crawl back into bed so he didn’t have to stand anymore in these disgusting socks?

As he was weighing his options, you finally seemed to be calming down, and after taking a few deep breaths you turned to face him.

“Ok...I’m good...I’m good now...phew…” you wiped the tears from your eyes and continued, “Mammon, I know.”

“What do ya mean ya…?” realization started to dawn on him, and Mammon’s cheeks flushed crimson, “But all th th that stuff?”, he stammered out.

“Just some old wives tales and folk remedies.”

“Why…! You…! I drank THAT! That disgustin’ rotten milk!”

You tried to stifle your laughter with your free hand, but were not very successful.

“And...the socks! These nasty slimy socks! You…!”

It was getting harder to contain yourself again as Mammon kept pointing out all you had put him through. Watching you struggle not to laugh made him blush even harder, which only left him more annoyed.

“That’s it ya brat,” he said, and without any warning, scooped you up in his arms.

“Ack! What are you doing?!” you yelped, as you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself.

“We’re goin’ to take a bath and ya scrubbin’ my feet ‘til the onion is gone.”

“What?! Why do I have to do that? You’re the one who faked ill!”

“Th th that’s besides the point…!” he stuttered out, while walking towards his bathroom, his socks making a sickening squishy sound with each step.

You wrapped your arms a little tighter around his neck, giving him a hug, as you laughed softly to yourself. He really did keep your life interesting.

[chaoticparker]

The Bite

Peter Parker x reader

w/c: 3.7k

warnings: swearing, blood, broken glass, tiny bit of angst but mainly fluff

a/n: Let me know what you think <3

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“All right everyone off the bus and wait inside the lobby!”

Everyone sprung off their seats on the bus and ran to the door. Today everyone was visiting Oscorp, Norman Osborn’s lab, it was some sort of publicity thing so Norman would get elected mayor of New York. 

You and Peter were sitting next to each other during the bus ride, it was early in the morning and you had to wake up much earlier than what you would of liked to, so you both were still half asleep. “You ready to go?” You looked over at Peter who was still sitting in his seat, staring off into space. “come on Pete get up.” You pulled Peter up which seemed to snap him out of his trance. “You ok?” 

“Yea, I just spaced out sorry.” Peter got up and walked into the aisle with you close behind him. Once you got outside the air was crisp and cold, making you and Peter shiver. You ran into the building to get warm and meet up with the other students.

“Where’s Ned?” Peter asked, you swore you saw him get onto the bus with you this morning, but you’re not sure who he sat with. 

Eventually you spot him in the corner talking to someone, “He right over there, but who’s he talking to?” You turned Peter around and inconspicuously pointed to him and the girl.

Peter took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes and the lenses and put the back on to get a better look. “Thats Betty from the schools morning announcement team I th-”

“Thats Betty?” You whisper shouted. “Ned kept bringing up a girl named Betty and I swore her name was Annie, I mean, she looks like an Annie. But I thought Ned just made her up, I didn’t think she was real” You looked over to Peter who was looking a mixture of shock and surprise. “I am so stupid.”

“First off how did you not know Betty’s name we have homeroom together? And second how did you know Ned had a crush on her?” Peter kept his voice down so he doesn’t draw attention to you both, not wanting Flash to overhear and ruin Ned’s chances.

“I think just have a knack for knowing when someone is in love.” You joked

Only Peter didn’t realize you were joking, “Wait what-” Peter started but was interrupted by Mr. Harrington by splitting the groups in two.

“Groups 1-7 on the left and groups 8-15 on the right! AND REMEMBER TO STAY WITH YOUR BUDDY! I DO NOT WANT TO LOSE ANOTHER KID” He yelled, followed by the women working there having a shocked face and her hushing him. 

You and Peter were group 7, you caught Ned’s eyes and he pointed to the right while you pointed left. Ned also pointed to Betty with a big smile on his face, followed by Peter giving him a thumbs up. 

Peter was worried about what you said, you had a ‘knack for knowing when someone was in love’? What did you mean by that? Peter started to worry that you knew he liked you, and you’ve never confessed anything to him because theres nothing to confess. 

No No No, don’t think like that Peter, he thought, trying to hype himself up, if she knew you liked her why is she still around? Surly if she did not feel the same way she would of left. Or she simply does not know. There is still a chance. 

Peter was snapped out of this thoughts by you tugging him on his sweater, “come on the groups about to leave.” Peter and you speeded walked to the rest of the group so you were with the group but just in the back. “Are you doing ok Pete? You seem distracted.” You looked at him worried. Sure, Peter was an anxious guy, you even talked to him about if he wanted any professional help, but he assured you that he’s fine, just a tad overwhelmed, but this? He seemed so much more stressed and anxious, not to mention the constant spacing out.  

Peter cleared his throat and put his arm around you, “I’m sorry, I guess theres a lot on my mind and I’m not too sure why.” Of course he knew why, he was stressing over the fact you might know he likes him! And also the fact that you might never love him and it was all too much for him too handle. 

“Ok, but you know you can talk to me right?” You said as you gave him a side hug, “We’ve known each other for forever and the most important part of us being so close is that we can talk to each other.” You hoped Peter caught what you were trying to say. In complete honesty you’ve loved him for a long time. Ever since you saw him with his oversized glasses and his star wars shirts. But how could Peter Parker, the selfless, kind person ever love you? And how could you ever love someone so sickeningly sweet? 

You don’t deserve him, you thought, he is completely in love with Liz and never will be with you.

“I know that,” Peter pulled you out of your thoughts, “I just don’t know whats wrong. I just kind of have a weird feeling.” 

Peter hoped you would drop the conversation at that point. He didn’t want to spill his guts to you especially on a school field trip, where you were stuck together. But you just nodded and you turned your attention to the man walking you through the tour. 

“And this here is the bio testing.” He pointed towards a room, “everyone needs to put on goggles and a lab coat-”

“Can we keep the lab coats?” Flash asked.

“No, you cannot keep the lab coats they are not complementary. Now hurry up everyone! If we are lucky we will be able to see the lab techs at work!” 

Everyone started to quickly put their coats and goggles on, and people started to take photos on your phones. One of the people was you and Peter, “Smile!” He said and you both gave a cheesy smile. “I’ll send it to you.”

“Everyone please put your phones in here.” The tour guide handed out a white buckets and everyone groaned. “It is apart of Oscorp's privacy policy. No recording in certain areas such as the testing rooms.”

Everyone gave quite mumbles about how ‘stupid’ and ‘bullshit’ this was, some a little louder than others, and soon enough you were going thought the door with Peter on your side.  

“And here is where we research different animals.” The tour guide showed off the different animals including, snakes, birds and- 

“S-spiders” Peter was stunned, he hated spiders. He claimed that how they just don’t make sense, they can climb onto walls, shoot webs and for some reason are strong? He learned everything about them so if he was ever faced with one, and aunt May or Uncle Ben was not around to get rid of it for him, he would know how to get rid of it himself and stay alive.

“Come on Pete, they are harmless. But it is weird in here, it doesn’t seem like there is any research work, more.. testing.” Why were they testing on animals? Oscorp had branded it’s self on being cruelty free, but the again they did say they help the environment, which was a HUGE lie. 

You grabbed Peter’s hand and shoved in front of of everyone to the front of the group, “excuse me but what exactly do you do with the animals here?” You ask as a man in a dark suit appears behind a door.

The tour guide starts but the man interrupts him, “And whats your name dear?”

“Y/N”

“Well, Y/n, we do research on the animals to see how we can use some features they have, replicate it, and use it.” The guy is clearly mansplaining, his attitude was intolerable.  

“But the equipment you have around here looks like your testing on the animals?” You started but then Mr. Harrington stepped besides you.

“Y/n, I’m not sure if Mr. Osborn can answer your questions thoroughly, lets just continue looking at the animals.”

“Ah, yes thank you. And please make sure not to touch anything.” And with that the man, or apparently Mr. Osborn left. 

It shocked you that you were just talking to the founder of Oscorp, and how blatantly rude he is. 

“Wow whats that” Flash yelled near the window. You, Peter and the rest of the students all ran toward the window to see what was so cool. In the process a kid knocked over the glass container. As the tour guide saw he pressed the emergency button. “EVERYONE OUT NOW!” 

Everyone ran out bumping into each other. Flash bumped into you causing you to trip and fall. “Fucking hell” you groaned. Your whole body was hurting at this point, you started to get up but you cut your hand on the broken glass. “Fuck” Another groan. 

“Y/n? How do you feel?” Peter kneeled besides you trying to help you up but ended up slipping on the glass too cutting his hand and causing his glasses to break, “fuck, come on we need to leave.”

He moved his hand let out a small scream, “PETER ARE YOU OK WHAT WAS THAT?” You completely ignored the pain of your hand and helped grabbed his shoulder.

Peter was shaking his arm violently, “The spider just bit me and it fucking hurt.” Peter quickly got up and you both ran out of the room. You followed the others back to the lobby, the tour ended with Mr. Harrington giving your a band-aid thinking that would help and all of the students were pushed onto the bus.

You were bothering Peter with questions asking if he’s ok, “What about your glasses? How bad is your vision? Does your head hurt? My head would hurt hen I couldn’t see.” You looked over at Peter who sat down in his seat and was tapping his foot.

That question took him off guard, his vision was perfect, like he had contacts in. “I can see just fine, but what about you? How’s your cut” He reached for your hand and looked at you. The cut had stopped bleeding but the cut still looked sore.

“At least we have matching cuts now, hows yours?” You reached for his hand, you saw no cut so you looked at the other, also no cut, “didn’t you get cut too?” 

“I thought i did, maybe it just grazed me, and not enough to actually hurt me. You should probably rest, you fell pretty bad.”

“Your the one that got bit with by the spider I should be asking about you, i’m surprised you aren’t freaking out that a spider was on your hand.” 

“Don’t worry about me I’m fine, do you wanna listen to music?” Peter held up an ear bud and you nodded taking it.

Truth be told everything was too much for Peter, it was like he could feel everything. He felt like he just had 10 red-bulls mixed with 20 cups of coffee. He tried his best to ignore what was going on and sleep but he soon learned he could never ignore what was going on with him.

~~

When Peter thought he got these powers, he did nothing with them, sure he used them to his advantage, maybe to show off at the schools weight room, but other then that he didn’t. If anything his powers made him more confident with himself, he thought that maybe this was a sigh that if he could get powers, he could ask you out.

But all of that changed when we saw Uncle Ben die.

Peter started to be more closed off, he overworked himself to the bone. 

As he started to become Spider-Man, in the process he was losing Peter Parker. 

Peter lost some of the few friends that he had. His friend circle mainly consisted of you, Ned, and MJ. He only saw MJ at decathlon practice and lunch, Ned and him still had their playdates with building legos but he was clearly not as cheerful. 

And with you, he started to text you less and less. You were there when he lost his parents but he was not 6 anymore. He understood death more than anyone else, he saw death happen right before his eyes. You thought that he just wanted some space, maybe you reminded him of him when his parent died. But it got to the point where you were starting to lose your best friend.

You stoped walking to school together, and it hurt. Although you would never admit this to anyone, you felt as though you were losing a part of yourself. Peter was your other half, you completed each other, or thats what you used to think.

You decided to throw yourself into your hobbies. You were trying your best to forget about Peter. Maybe he just outgrew you. Maybe he didn’t need you.

But you need him.

And you hate needing someone. 

But Peter felt the same way. When he decided to become Spider-man, he wanted to make sure no one would get hurt from it. And he even made a costume that would hide his identity. 

And it was far from good looking.

“Peter dude come on you love her! You’re gonna lose her if you keep pushing her away!” Ned was on the phone with Peter, he didn’t know what was going on with him, no one did. He just wanted his friend to be happy, and thats why him and MJ devised a plan. 

“Y/n come on I know you are sick and tired of not talking to Peter! I even think you like him!” MJ yelled on the phone. “You need to talk to him it’s destroying you.”

“She’s the one who’s pushing me away! Im just respecting her wants!” Peter yelled back.

“MJ you’re not listening! You need to realize that Peter grew out of me! He does not want to see me and I don’t know why! I don’t want to hurt him anymore than what i apparently did!”

MJ and Ned had a whole script planned out. They knew how to push you both just right so that you would fall onto the trap. 

“Peter just listen to me! When you next see her confess your feelings! If she does not feel the same you will get closure and nothing else will really change from whats going on! You need to talk to someone with whats going on with you. Tell her everything” Ned delivered the final push, almost done then we can get our friend group back he and Mj thought.

“Y/N! Go find Peter and get your closure! Please, if not for you do it for him! You know how he’s acting weird and you are the only one that can get him to open up! SO GO DOWN ON YOUR FIRE ESCAPE AND KNOCK ON HIS WINDOW AND CONFRONT HIM! NOW!”

“Fine Ned, next time I see her, I’ll tell her.”

“Fine I’ll go see him, bye”

And with that everyone hung up on their separate phone calls. 

You climbed out of your window and onto the fire escape. It was weird how even though you lived so close together you felt so far apart.

You climbed down one, and looked inside. He was walking around his room, being all stressed, which for some reason was relaxing to you. 

You knocked, nothing, so you opened the window and fell into his room with a big thump. “ow”

“Y/N? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU OK?” Peter rushed over to you helping your get up.

“Yes I’m fine Peter but what is wrong with you?” You didn’t mean to sound harsh, but you needed to be. “Why did you stop hanging out with me?” You looked up to him and finally met his eyes. It was refreshing to see him, anytime either one of you caught a glimpse of the other, you ran. “Why did you stop being my best friend?” You voice was quiet now, you didn’t want Peter to know that your voice was cracking. 

It really broke Peter, he was just trying to protect you, but in the end - as cringe as it sounds - he just pushed you away. 

“You seem completely different, you’re not even wearing your glasses anymore. And fuck Peter I just miss you and your dorky glasses. Did you meet someone? Did you get a girlfriend? Did she not like that we were close?” You were just spitting out whatever came to mind, and this scenario was one you were thinking of all the time.

Peter jumped back at your words, “What no! I would never want to date someone if it ment that I could never see you again.” 

Just tell her everything Peter thought about Ned’s words. Everything was a lot. How is he suppose to answer this, just spit it out?

Might as well start with the basics, “I’m Spider-man” Peter blurted out.

“What, you mean like you have a crush on him? Peter thats nothing to be embarrassed of, you know you can talk to me, you know i go both wa-”

“NO I MEAN LIKE I, PETER PARKER, AM SPIDER-MAN!” Peter shouted. Honestly it felt good to say it out loud the first time and he just wanted someone to know. And what better person than you.

“So in the month that you have been isolated from me thats your best excuse you could come up with?” You were appalled by his unbelievable excuse.

“I swear please believe me, like ummmmm HERE” Peter got his ‘suit’ from the  space in his ceiling and gave it to you. “Thats my suit.”

“you and every other fanboy has this.”

“What about... this!” Peter went over to you a picked up. 

“what the fuck put me down!” You did not look impressed, Peter was looking around to see how he could prove to you that he was not lying. 

“Remember that day we went to oscorp and how you questioned Osborn and when you fell?” You nodded, it was your last time you really hung out with him, how could you not? “I got bit by the spider and they were doing radioactive testing on it, which caused me to be well... spider-man.”

Then an idea sprung in his head, he quickly move past you and went on the fire escape and you followed. “Here, if this does not prove it, nothing will.” Peter jumped onto the railing with one hand on the wall.

“Peter what the fuck you’re gonna get yourself killed please I just want you to be honest with me and talk” You reached for Peter but he jumped off the railing and towards the wall and somehow... did not fall and stuck to it?

“Peter what the fuck?”

“now do you believe me?”

“If i say yes will you come back inside?” Peter nodded, “then yes i believe you”

Peter jumped on the side of the building and back onto the fire escape and you pushed him inside and you followed behind him. 

“So since you really are spider-man, why were you so distant?” You finally asked. You were now sitting on opposite ends of his bed, and you were hugging and pillow trying to explode with everything you just learned. Peter fucking parker was spider-man? Nerdy little parker saving everyone, stoping cars with just his body, and defeating criminals? But, he did just stick to the side of his building, thats pretty damn good proof.  Your Peter Parker was Spider-man, the spider-man. 

You thought this was just a dream but you didn’t want to wake up because that would mean Peter and you were still not talking.

“I wanted to protect everyone around me. When Ben died,” Peter took a breath and you reached over to squeeze his hand, “When Ben died, I had my powers but I did not do anything. I could of saved him, but i chose not to. So I decided I would become Spider-man so no one else would get hurt. And if anyone found out that you knew spider-man you would be in danger. So i thought if i pushed the people closest to me away, they wouldn’t get hurt.”

It was all too much for you to process. You felt terrible for feeling angry at him when he was saving lives. 

“Why were you so distant from me?” Peter looked back up towards you and it was a fair question you both avoided one another.

“I thought I reminded you of your parents deaths. Other than Aunt May, I am the one person that has been in your life since their death and I thought you didn’t want to see me because of it. I also wanted to give you space to grieve.” You felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders by telling him. It was calming. “I also didn’t want to hurt you more, so i thought i would wait for you to open up to me like we normally do, but i should not have been so relaxed about all of this. I just didn’t want to ruin what we had” You took one last deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

You glanced up toward Peter and he leaned in and kissed you. It was shocking at first, it took you a second to process what was going on but then you felt light as you melted into the kiss. You felt as though you two were the only ones left in the world. 

Peter pulled back to take a breath, “Ned told me to confess my feelings towards you. I’m sorry I didn’t me to spring it on you-” Peter was interrupted by you hugging him, rapping your arms around his waist and your face on his stomach. 

“I feel the same way, Pete. Just please, I don’t want to do that ever again.” Peter at this point was now hugging you back. You missed this, but there was also something knew, and it made you smile.

“I never will, I promise y/n”

[amor-immortalem]

Everything Undesired chapter 9

chapter 8

Warnings: Victim blaming (but not from who you think it is) mention of rape, mention of underage drinking, mention of drugged drinks

When Arella returned to Mammon’s room, everything was quiet. She wasn’t so sure whether that was a good or bad thing yet. She made her way down the stairs quietly. If the demon had been sleeping, she would have hated to disturb him. She sat next to him on the bed. He wasn’t sleeping but rather just staring off into space, a blank look painted across his features- not a good sign.

“Mams?” her call was soft as she reached out instinctively to cup his cheek to turn his head towards her, but stopped. Maybe he wouldn’t appreciate being touched right now, she thinks as she just settles beside him, choosing instead to just observe her boyfriend for the moment.

His eyes were far off once again. He looks so delicate right now, like any wrong action might shatter him to pieces. It makes her heart ache at the sight. He was always such a bright person, always smiling, cracking silly jokes. To see him reduced to this all due to a scene in a movie.... as much as she understood what he was going through, well, it wasn’t fun to watch and not be able to do anything to help. Arella wouldn’t initiate contact with out his express permission unless it looked like he was going to hurt himself or he pursued it himself, wanting to reestablish that Mammon had all the control right now.

She sat in silence with the Avatar of Greed for what must’ve been a good three hours. She was starting to nod off when the white-haired demon abruptly rolled over onto her before immediately recoiling away off the bed, startled at her presence. Arella’s eyes widened as she scrambled over to his side of the bed and peered over the edge.

“Mammon, are you alright?”

“Damn...” Mammon groaned as he rubbed the back of his head. He takes a moment look at his surroundings. “How the fuck did I get in my room?” he seemed confused before he looked up at his human. “Weren’t we jus’ down in the common room with m’brothers watching that horror movie that Levi wanted to see?”

Arella shook her head. “No, Love, do you really not remember? There was a scene we didn’t know about. You had a panic attack and took off... I was able to get you to calm down and you’ve been here ever since. Your brothers have been looking for you to see if you’re alright but I text them and told them you were safe.”

The demon’s face paled at that. “How...How long ago was that?”

“Three hours ago... almost four at this point. Here come up on the bed,” she reached a hand out to help him up and he took it, pulling himself up off the floor and climbing back into bed.

“’m going crazy ain’t I, Babe?” He leaned his head on her shoulder, “What sane person jus’ loses nearly four hours because of a movie like that?”

“No... No, Honey, you're not going crazy. What you experienced over and over again was traumatic. This is normal. It’ll get better as time goes on; I promise.”

“Ya sound so sure...”

“Because this is something I’ve experienced before.”

Mammon’s ears perked up at that. He pulled back to look her in the eyes. “Were you...” He couldn’t even bring himself to finish the question.

“Y-Yeah...” Arella looked to the side, hoping he would read the room and not ask any more questions but luck wasn’t on her side.

“Who did it?”

“No, this isn’t about me so it really doesn’t-”

“Arella. Who. Did. It?” The demon’s gaze was intense as he grabbed her shoulders firmly. “Tell me.”

“A boyfriend I had no business dating.” She squeaked. “I was sixteen and he was twenty-three at the time. He drugged my drink when I wasn’t looking a-and it was my fault to begin with. If I hadn’t been drinking underage, it never would have happened.”

“Look at me. Do you even hear yourself right now? Why the hell do you think that? If what happened to me wasn’t my fault, why is what happened to you your fault?” The Avatar of Greed frowns.

“W-Well,” She begins, meeting his eyes nervously, “It’s like I said, I was drinking underage when I shouldn’t have been. I could have avoided that but what happened to you was unavoidable due to the very nature of pacts and their orders.”

“And so what? You made a mistake, Baby. That didn’t mean you deserved to be raped!” Arella watches at the look on his face devolves in a look of horror. “Did I? Did I force you to do something you didn’t wanna?” He worried as he was the one who pushed for them to start sleeping together.

“N-No! No, no, I enjoyed and wanted everything we’ve done together a-and you always stop whenever I say no. Things are different with us. Look...” her voice was small. “Can we stop talking about me now...I’m uncomfortable.”

“That’s fine,” he nodded as he pressed his forehead against hers and tugged her down so they could just lay in bed together. “You can talk to me if you need to...”

Arella nodded as she wondered how they had gotten here. She was supposed to be comforting him and yet it was the other way around now. The human thinks maybe she should have kept this to herself since all she managed to do was make this about herself and that’s not what Arella wanted at all.  She was a little lost in thought as he rolled onto his stomach resting his head on her chest but the sudden shift was enough to draw her attention.

“Do you mind... if I run my hand through your hair?’

“No, I don’t... What are ya even asking for?”

“I.... I don’t want to do anything without your consent...” she says as she starts to card her fingers through his hair. “I want you to feel like you’re the one in charge again.”

“Ya always have my consent, Treasure.” The demon purrs contently. They lay there for a few minutes before Mammon shoots up. “It’s been too quiet... The baby!”

Arella grabs his arm to keep him from running off, “Asmo took him tonight so I could focus on you.”

“Really?” He seems touched. “Ya didn’t have to do that. He could have slept in here in between us if I was in that bad of shape...” He laid back down. “Well since we got the night to ourselves do ya wanna...?”

“Want to what?” It took her a few minutes to realized what he was asking and a deep blush covered her cheeks at the thought of it. “I-I mean I wouldn’t mind it but are you sure you’re ready for that again?”

“Yeah... as long as I’m in control, I should be fine... Are you okay with it right now?” The demon rises up over his mate. “I just want to replace the feeling of their hands all over me with yours. Will you let me?”

The look in his eyes is somewhere between desperation and longing and Arella can do nothing but nod, feeling much the same way.

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As the morning rolled in, the Avatar of Greed curls closer into his human, a satisfied smile on his face. Despite the earlier events of the night, he couldn’t have been more at peace- that is until he heard his child crying for him. Instinctively he hopped out of bed, threw on whatever sweat pants were closest to him and rushed down the hallway to Asmo’s room.

Thankfully the door was unlocked so he just let himself in. He found his brother practically dancing around the room in small gentle motions, bouncing Cyrus in his arms as the little one wailed and wailed. When the fifth-born spotted their brother, they turned in a way that allowed the infant to see his father.

“Cyrus, look, look, there’s Daddy.” And that’s really all it took for the boy to calm down from the wailing, reduced now to soft whines and whimpers. “Sorry, I didn’t want him to wake you two since I didn’t know how late you guys had been up last night but I guess he must just be sick of me by now.”

“It’s fine, Asmo. Here, I’ll take him now.” The second-born holds his arms out for the child and Asmo transfers him over to Mammon. “I’m here now, Buddy. Ya ain’t gotta cry no more...” He returns his attention back to the Avatar of Lust. “Thank you so much Asmo. Ya didn’t have to do this for us... especially after I ruined movie night last night...”

“Don’t worry about it,” The strawberry blonde demon smiles. “I loved spending the night with him. He’s a good sleeper and such a little lovebug. He really likes to snuggle huh?”

Mammon nods at that. “How much did he take on a bottle?”

“Roughly about two and a half ounces.” They smile as Asmo rubs Cyrus’ back. “I heard about the whole not eating much on a bottle thing.”

“Yeah, he was only taking an ounce so it must’ve been the taste of the formula that bothered him. When was the last time he ate or had a diaper change?

“Not long ago actually, he ate maybe an hour ago and he had a change about fifteen minutes ago.”

The Avatar of Greed only nods as he heads to the door with his child but Asmodeus stopped him.

“Do you still feel like a bad father?”

“I mean kinda... but it’ll get easier from now on...” He looks back at his younger brother. “I didn’t hear him at first. Shouldn’t good parents be able to hear their kids right away when they’re cryin’?”

“Mammon, both you and Arella you sleep like the dead,” The Avatar of Lust chuckles. “Not to mention, your room isn’t exactly close to mine. I wouldn’t have been surprised if you didn’t hear the little guy.  Now, if you’d had a baby monitor and still didn’t hear him, that would be a cause for concern, but look at you. The moment you realized he needed you, you came running. You’re a good father so have a little more faith in yourself, m’kay?”

“Sure...” A small smile crept up on his face. “Thanks, Asmo.”

“Anytime,” The demon smiles as he walks out with his brother. “It’s my turn to cook breakfast today. What do you think we should have?”

“I’m not sure actually,” Mammon thinks for a moment, coming up with nothing, “to be honest, eating is the last thing on my mind right now. Maybe you could just make what you usually do. It’s been a while since we had your pancakes so I’m sure the others would appreciate it.”

Asmo only nodded as they walked down the hall back towards Mammon’s room. They were met by the eldest who had been heading down to Asmo’s room.

“You’re awake.” Lucifer looked surprised. “How’re you feeling, Mammon?”

“Better,” the Avatar of Greed sighs, “I slept for a bit after I calmed down so I’m good for the time being.”

“That’s good. The end of the term’s almost here as I’m sure you know, and then we have a month break before the new term starts. I think you and Arella should take a vacation together. It might be good for you to get away for a bit. You deserve at least that much.”

Mammon looks down at his son who was trying to hold his head up every so often before it would fall back down to his father’s shoulder. “You mean with the baby... right?”

“Well, no, but if you would rather bring him with you that’s not a problem as well. If you choose for him to stay, it would be helpful for the rest of our brothers to learn how to care for an infant allowing them to help you better so the four of us don’t have to do all the work.”

The second-born looked down at Cyrus who only smiled at him as little trills and coos came from the child.

“Nah, I think we’ll take him with us- might be better that way.” He hummed, “Thanks for offerin’ though. Arella should be up by now so I’ll get goin’ back to her. See ya.”

Both of his brothers nodded as they exchanged a look with soft smiles.

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As Mammon returns to his room, he spots Arella gathering up the sheets he had pulled of the bed after their shower last night, having dressed herself while he was gone. When she noticed them, her eyes lit up.

“There’re my boys!” She smiled as she approached them. Cyrus mimicked his adoptive mother’s facial expressions and as she stood on her tip-toes to press a kiss to his nose before shifting over press a kiss to Mammon’s cheek.

“What, just the one? I didn’t realize ya hated me today.” The demon teased, seeing if he could get more kisses from his human.

“Well, if you would bend down, I could give you proper kisses.” Arella hummed. “I’m vertically challenged, remember? You have to meet me half-way, Love.”

“Right, right,” The demon chuckles as he leans down shifting Cyrus so his head was supported in the new position. “I hear ya, Short-stack.” He smiled as she pressed little kisses all over his face before he was turning his head to catch her in a surprise kiss.

He pulled away once Cyrus let out a disgruntled cry, no longer comfortable like this and wanting more of his parents’ attention.

“Here, I’ll take him so you can get dressed. I’ll be downstairs to throw these in the wash and get him dressed.” Arella takes the boy from his father and climbs the stairs, heading out with the sheets tucked under her arm.

“Oh hey! I almost forgot but how would you like to take a vacation after the term ends? Just the three of us...”

She looked back at him before smiling. “A holiday sounds wonderful, Dear. We can go up to the human world together, to my home outside of York.”

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[shypandawrites]

New girl (Twilight au Witch x Edward) Part 2

WARNING: Here is part 2 cause why not! And if this has typos or is just bad I do apologize but thank you for reading!

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The next day at school was interesting, watching people just stare at the Cullen's was a little funny. I can see why they would be fascinated with them. I just subtly nodded to Alice and walked around them, only to bump into Asher. “Hey.” He laughed, as I backed up a bit. “Sorry,” I mumbled, walking around him.

It was only until I got to the school doors that I realized that he followed me. Oh right. He said he was going to be a guide for me. “Forget?” he joked, walking with me in. “So what classes do you have?” We stopped a bit as I pulled out the schedule and handed it to him.

I waited as he looked it over before giving it back to me with a grin. “So you have a class with Edward and then with Alice neat.” I watched as he got a little shy when I continued to look at him, before letting out a little chuckle. “Does my guide know the way to my classes?” I joked as he seemed to snap out of it with a grin. “Yes, this way.” As we walked to my class we talked about our mornings and he started telling me about this play of Romeo and Juliet and how they are the ideal couple.

“No, they aren’t”

At first, I didn’t realize that Asher had stopped until I looked back and saw him catching up. “Why aren’t they? They are the main reason for the Romeo and Juliet tragedy. How can you say that.” I chuckled, at his enthusiasm. He must be a true romantic. “Don’t you think the whole ‘woe me and die with me’ thing a little funny. I mean I get why they are willing to die for each other but there were many ways they could have done it instead of that way and still be happy.”

His eyes seemed glazed like he was thinking about what I said. “Then how would they make it so they would be together?” He questioned as we reached my first class. “Talk later?” I saw Edward go into the classroom and dropped my head. “Huh? Oh yeah, talk later!” Asher grinned as he walked away.

Immediately after I entered the classroom I headed to my seat next to Edward and pulled out my Calculus book and waited for Mr. Varner to come into the room and write on the board the pages we would be doing. I took a piece of paper and started doing the problems while he explained them to everyone. Not once did I look at Edward as I did the math problems. Even when it was getting close to the end of class and everyone was chatting with their friends.

No sooner did the bell ring than I got up and walked out the door to see Asher walking towards me. He seems like he can brighten up a room. Together he walked me to my next class while we debated on if Romeo and Juliet were the ideal couples and every time I would come up with a good enough reason he would just fire back with some reason that they were meant to be together.

He left me at my next class saying that the debate was not over. I got to my seat to see Alice grinning at me next to me. “Hey, Luna having a fun debate with Asher?” I nodded as Mrs. Wilcox came over to me with a history book. “I’m sorry for not giving you one, it must have slipped my mind but if you need any help Alice said she would help you.” “Thank you,” I replied as she turned and started the lesson when the bell rang.

Alice seemed to be watching me and I listened to the lecture and took down notes. “Your handwriting is pretty.” She commented as she was writing down the same notes. “Thanks. Yours is pretty as well.” I told her, taking a glance at her neat paper. It was.

“Ok, that is all for today but class I need you to read chapter 6 and give a little review on it. Because next time is going to be a pop quiz.” Mrs. Wilcox said, looking around, stopping at me then going on. “Ok.” She smiled, turning to go back to her desk, as the bell rang.

Packing my stuff I made it to the door just as Asher came around the corner, panting. “You ok?” I asked, concerned, reaching out and placing a hand on his shoulder. “Yup. Just catching my breath.” He waved me off as he stood up and took deep breaths, calming down his heart.

After he caught his breath, we talked more but he kept insisting that they were. And at one point I agreed and he looked triumphant until I disagreed. The look on his face when I disagreed was hilarious. He seemed very determined to get me to agree with him.

I laughed at him as we rounded a corner and nearly ran into Edward. My body froze an inch from his. I took a step back and nodded my head to him, walking around him. Don’t wanna make him hate me more than he already does. He stepped in my way again. “I want to talk with you after school.” He whispered to me as he walked away.

“What was that about?”

Watching him walk away I just shook my head. Even I wasn’t sure. “No idea.” The next classes I have were fun. Drawing is something that always soothed me when I was feeling sad. And in English, we just had to write a poem of our own so that was easily done.

When it was time for lunch I got my food and sat at the empty table. Eating as I sketched, minding my own business as the lunchroom started to get loud. I threw my garbage away when I saw the Cullen's come in and sit at the table next to mine.

Not two seconds later Asher came through the door and came and sat next to me after he got his food. “Leaving a friend how nice.” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. “I knew I would see you at lunch so I thought it would be fine,” I said, closing my sketchbook. “What were you drawing?” He asked, interested. Why not. I opened it again and put it out in front of him. It was a picture of Esme, she was smiling, with flowers behind her.

“You drew her so well. How long have you been drawing?” I shrugged, taking back the sketchbook. “My whole life. I enjoy drawing, it’s calming to me.” He nodded and ate his food when I started to hear the rain hit the window. A little gasp left my lips as I turned to the window and just listened to the rain. I must have zoned off cause then I felt Asher shaking my shoulder. Jerking to him I ducked my head to see Edward and who I am guessing to be Jasper looking at me, each with unreadable expressions. “Sorry.” Asher just laughed and reached over to flick my head, which I easily dodged.

“What was so distracting?”

“The rain.”

Before he could ask what I was talking about, I smiled, keeping my eyes closed. “Haven’t you ever listened to the rain?” I peeked to see him shake his head, confused. “You should, it is very calming to listen to. I’m sure you can easily fall asleep just listening to it.”

The silence was weird. I would think he would find it weird or funny but he said nothing and that made my heart start to drop. “I never thought of it that way.” Letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding had me resting my head on the table. He seemed to find that funny as he ruffled my hair. Thank goodness. I took a swat at his hand and lifted my head. “So, how is your day so far?” “Good yours?” Can’t complain today at least. “Good.” A ping went off in my head and as I focused on it, it led me into the mind of someone coming close to us.

Who though? Their mind wasn’t kind, to say the least, they only thought of hurting others. “Hello, you must be the other new student.” A girl’s voice said, holding out her hand to me. “Crystal.” I heard Asher greet her, he seemed confused about her being there. I stared at the ground as I shook her hand. The memories of her bullying others flood my mind but I block it off for the moment. “Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Luna.” I greeted her with a nod.

She let out a loud laugh. I get that the lunchroom was noisy but it seemed like she was trying to draw the attention of others. “Well, welcome, and if you need help I wouldn’t mind helping.” Her smile was very misleading when her eyes were clearly saying she wants nothing to do with me. “No, it's fine. I have him as a guide and I’ll think I’ll stick with him. Thank you though.” her smile dropped for a second before it was back and brighter than ever. “Ok, then.”

Even though she said that she continued to stand there politely, it wasn’t till Asher went to throw away his garbage that she got close to me. “Listen here new girl, what the hell do you think you are doing?” “Sitting here and talking with a friend?” I questioned, acting dumb. I held back my anger with what she said next. “Right. Like someone can be friends with that Cullen kid. My guess is you’re just using him to get to the other hotter siblings right?” She started to giggle but got cut off by me. “No. I’m not using him, and why would you care if you don’t seem to even know his name.” I defended Asher, I will not stand by as she talked bad about him. He is very kind.

That had her drawback a bit until she got in my face again. “I know what his name is you bitch I ju-” “Then what’s his name?” I interrupted her again, waiting patiently. “It’s . . . Henry of course.” Really? I stared at her for a moment shaking my head. “Wrong, now if you don’t mind please leave me alone.” As I was talking she snatched my sketchbook and was looking through it. I stood up to grab it but she held it out of my reach.

“You make such pretty drawings, would you like to join our drawing club?” Her voice was loud enough to get multiple people to turn and stare. “No, I’m good. Can I have my sketchbook back please?” My hand still out to grab it. “Sure.” As I grabbed it she got close to me and whispered. “Watch it, girl, I can make it so you never have friends here.” At that, I smiled and whispered back. “That’s ok. If you’re going to do that then I just need him as a friend.” Shrugging I pulled my sketchbook out of her hand. She glared at me and turned and walked away with a smile.

“Very rude to not even know his name,” I mumbled to myself.

Asher came back looking confused. “What was that about?” Ok, not going to tell him about that. “She wanted to know if I wanted to join a drawing club and I told her no thanks.” I shrugged, putting my sketchbook in my bag. “Ready to go?” I nodded as I got up and we walked out the door, and for some reason, I felt like someone was watching me.

We made it early to our class and sat in the corner and got back to our Romeo and Juliet debate. He gave up after a bit of trying to convince me about them being the ideal couple. I could tell he wanted to talk about it more but gave up for now. Even when we went to our next class and I was reading the history chapter and was writing a review on it I felt his eyes on me.

I started laughing cause he still looked like he wanted to say more but didn’t want to at the moment. I made it to my car when I heard someone call my name. Glancing back to see Asher running at me had me a little confused. Why come over here when his family is on the other side of the parking lot?

My silent question was answered as he got to me. “I’m going with you so you don’t bail out of coming over.” If I said I was going to come over I’m going to come over. “Fine.” I unlocked my car and he hopped in, turning the radio on and we listened to the radio on the way to his house.

Esme was standing outside to greet us. “Welcome back.” She grinned as she let us inside. I placed my backpack below where I was sitting and pulled out my sketchbook as we talked and waited for the other kids to get home. And I got that snack she was telling me about.

But as soon as the rest of them did get back Asher was already trying to get me to agree with him. “Asher! If they were the ideal couple then why did they die?” He stopped to stare at me. “If someone loves another then they would do everything in their power to protect them from even their own family and if they were so in love then they would have the guts to tell their families.” I stopped to take a breath. “Loving someone I’m sure means you put their feelings above your own and if they fell in love at first sight then they should have eloped and no one would have to die. And they could tell their family about it and it would be their family’s choice to accept them or not.” Asher was just stunned looking at me as well as the others.

“So do tell me why you think they are the ideal couple? I get that they are the woe of that century because of their love which causes their deaths.” I stopped to take a drink of the lemonade that Esme had handed me. He was silent as he thought of what to say. From the corner of my eye, I saw Alice and Edward close to laughing, while Emmett was just grinning as he watched us.

I waited patiently as he thought. “I...Um...Well, they...Fine.” He looked down in defeat. I’m sorry to bring your spirit down Asher. With a pat on his shoulder, I smiled at him. “You know if they are the ideal couple for you then why not just let it be for you?” When he nodded I sighed in relief.

“Then what’s your idea of an ideal couple?”

Shrugging a shoulder as I went back to my sketchbook I started to draw the view from their windows. “I don’t know to be honest. Maybe a couple who will not give up on each other or allow anyone to hurt them, I guess when you love someone you accept everything about that person.” I stopped as I shaded parts of the drawing. “I’m pretty sure when you fall in love it will be like a hurricane. Sometimes it’s unexpected, and sometimes it’s stronger than you think. But just like a hurricane, it can hurt you.”

A hand was placed on my shoulder which made me look up to see Asher, grinning at me. “You are a romantic aren’t you?” Rolling my eyes at him I pushed his hand away. “You are too. But isn’t that everyone? Wanting to be with someone that you don’t have to keep secrets from?” I stopped drawing at this point and just had it on my lap as everyone started talking. Not noticing that someone was staring at me.

It was close to nighttime when I headed home and Asher insisted on walking me home but I waved him off cause I drove here. He laughed and went back inside as I drove the short distance to my house. As I got out I went to open my door when someone clears their throat.

“Hmm?”

I turned to be met with Edward and Emmett in the tree line. “Can I help you?” I questioned, stepping closer unafraid. They were silent as it was getting darker. “Who are you?” Edward asked as the porch light started to be the only light around aside from my house lights. “Luna?” Emmett chuckled at his brother before he leaned against a tree. “I think he means what are you? You seemed to know what we are. So it only seems fair right?”

Does it matter though? My head tilted as I just looked at them. “Why? It doesn’t seem like it matters.” They started to protest before Emmett just shrugged “Fine by me as long as you don’t mean my family any harm.” and walked away into the darkness. With just me and Edward the silence lasted until I went to turn to head inside. “How do I know you’re not going to harm my family?” He asked as he grabbed my arm. A cold breeze blew past us and sent a chill down my spine.

Wanting to get inside I grabbed his hand on my arm and easily pushed it off. “You will just have to trust me, Edward.” I ignored his memories for the moment as I dropped his hand. Hugging my sweater to myself I waited as he was silent as the wind blew. I gave up after a few more minutes of standing in the cold and went inside.

After I ate with my dad I headed upstairs to make sure I had all my homework done and then just listened to music as I drew a little more before heading to bed.

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[milky-pillow]

Song: Do I Wanna Know? (Arctic Monkeys) Characters: Yumeno Gentaro, Arisugawa Dice, Amemura Ramuda, Reader Relationship(s): Yumeno Gentaro/Reader

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“Have you got color in your cheeks? Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the type, That sticks around like summat in your teeth?”

Gentaro scans your face as you twirl the straw in your cup. With the silence between you two, he finds it hard to read what could be going through your mind.

Before he gets the chance to break the silence, you open your mouth, “it feels like you’ve changed since we’ve last spoken.”

Gentaro’s expression falters for a second before reverting back to his mask. The mask that you oh-so despised. He doesn’t respond immediately, as if trying to put some thought into his response.

“What do you mean?” his voice and smile seemingly taunting you.

“You’re asking me? I mean,” you pause and turn your gaze to the busy crowds of people in the streets, “it’s like you’re trying to avoid me.”

“Me? Avoid you? Why would I?”

“Look, it’s just a feeling. Right, you’re not avoiding me-- at least I hope you’re not. Well, I guess with you and I seeing each other face-to-face helps prove me wrong,” you trail off, bringing your drink to your lips. The sweetness of it satisfies your tongue, no residue being left on your lips as you place the cup down.

Gentaro laughs and taps the table to get your attention, “hey, cheer up! How about we order a cake to eat?”

Gentaro calls over a waiter to order a cake he thinks you’d like while you watch his expression. You repeat to yourself that he’s not avoiding you, that you’re being paranoid, that he wouldn’t purposely put distance between you two. He glances over at you to make sure you’re okay with the flavor, and you respond to his action by nodding with a smile. It warms your heart that he checks with you before ordering.

“I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week, How many secrets can you keep?”

“So,” you begin, breaking the second period of silence, “you’re participating in another division rap battle? I noticed you’ve been busy with Arisugawa and Amemura.”

A snicker escapes his lips as he drums the table with his hands, “you don’t have to call them that, you know. They see you as a friend, not someone of different status.”

Heat creeps it’s way up your face while you stutter, “r-right. Dice and Ramuda then. But you didn’t answer my question; though I take it you are?”

“Mhm,” he hums, pulling out a notebook, “I’ve been preparing for them, but I guess I’ve hit some sort of writer’s block.”

“You? Hit writer’s block? Liar. I don’t believe it,” you laugh as you call out his lie.

He pouts, “okay, so maybe it was. I don’t like how you call it out so easily now. Remember when you fell for everything I said?”

“Honestly, that feels like forever ago,” you give him a soft, yet sad smile, noticing him staring right back at you with a gentle expression.

“(Do I wanna know?) If this feelin' flows both ways?”

Your eyes light up when your long-awaited cake arrives. Drool begins to pool in your mouth as you thank both the waiter and Gentaro. You couldn’t wait to dig in. When your eyes meet Gentaro’s, you feel a sense of disassociation from him. As much as you wanted to dismiss it, you felt yourself becoming attached to the thought that he’s hiding something from you.

You push the cake towards him to share some of it. When he waves his hand to signal he doesn’t want a piece, you place a fork in his hand.

“You really wanna share it with me, huh?” he teases, giving in and taking a slice.

Finishing the slice on your plate, you grin at him, “what? You didn’t want a taste of this delicious food? How’d you know what flavor to pick? This tastes amazing!” While your exclamation draws the attention of some customers around you, your eyes continue to sparkle.

After persistent convincing, Gentaro takes another slice. Your heartbeat accelerates when he meets your eyes with a smile that has never felt so genuine. If you had to guess, he was either really enjoying the cake, or he was getting comfortable. Feeling accomplished, you helped yourself to your drink and another small slice.

“Woah, what’s the sudden burst of energy from?” Gentaro touches your hand to get you to slow your pace.

You lift your fork halfway to your mouth, stopping to respond, “no reason.”

Gentaro can only shrug, knowing how stubborn you can get when he tries to pry.

“Crawlin' back to you Ever thought of callin' when You've had a few? 'Cause I always do”

By the end of the evening, you had a takeaway box of a half-eaten cake and a smile plastered on your face. The both of you walked out the building side-by-side, catching up about things you had in common. You enjoyed yourself so much, you forgot to ask Gentaro what he thought.

“Um, Gentaro?” you change the subject by posing your question, “knowing you’re busy and all, when would I get to see you again?”

Teasingly, he sticks out his tongue, “when either of us choose to reach out I guess? Kidding, I’ll give you a call to let you know when I’m free.”

You could sense his lie, but you didn’t want to start an argument by mentioning it. Before he could tell you he was lying, you split off with him and rushed back to your apartment.

You could only imagine what could happen between the two of you. With a wave of emotions hitting you from a blind spot, you lay in bed and ponder to yourself. Becoming bored of the plain white ceiling, you turn to your side to reach for a drink, only to find you’ve run out.

A sigh escapes your lips as you head to get a cup of juice for yourself. You lean against your kitchen counter and stare at the paintings that filled your blank walls. The colors look more blended together than usual, the cold tones screaming out to you. Tearing your eyes away, you opt to look out your window. Though your scenery was filled with other buildings and streetlights, the view of the sunset was still visible. For a brief moment, your lonely heart felt a little less lonely.

“So have you got the guts? Been wonderin' if your heart's still open And if so, I wanna know what time it shuts”

Ring! Ring! Ring!

It was your phone. Ring! Of course it was. Ring! Ring! Broken from your distraction, you place your cup down and bring your phone to your ears. With a simple tap, you were connected with the caller.

“Hello?” out of habit, the word slips right out.

“Y/n!” Ramuda excitedly beams, “you were just with Gentaro, right?”

“Yeah, why? Is he okay?”

“Of course, of course! I was just asking is all,” he seems to be holding back laughter. He covered his microphone and all you can hear is muffled bickering.

You sip on your juice while you wait for more, but when you don’t, you speak up, “um, Ra- Ramuda?”

Just as you speak, the call disconnects. Confusion seeps through your skin and into your very soul. Unable to connect the dots, you head to bed.

In the morning, you wake to a string of messages and missed calls. This rarely happens. No, this never happens. Squinting your eyes due to the light of your screen, you read the texts. They were all sent from Gentaro, but it was hard to tell whether or not he was the sender as it had gone back and forth between “sorry, that wasn’t me” to “that was a lie; it was me.” All of the missed calls were also from Gentaro, but you start to find it hard to believe he was the caller.

Testing your luck, you call back.

“Y/n! You finally picked up!”

“Gentaro?”

“Nope, this is Dice!”

“Oh,” you attempt to hide your disappointment with a question, “why do you have Gentaro’s phone? Not to sound rude, but I’m sort of confused.”

Ramuda snatches the phone from Dice and greets you, “mornin’ y/n! Could you come over? We want to talk to you about something. I promise it’s not anything bad! I’ll send the address to our office on this phone.”

“Hold on,” you blurt out before he can end it, “why can’t we talk about it over the phone? I mean, do- do I really have to go over there? Not that I can’t, but if it’s important it’s quicker over the phone, right?”

“Look, no time to explain. Just,” Ramuda takes a deep breath, “do it for me? If not then for Gentaro.”

Beep! Beep! Beep!

He ends the call before you could protest anymore. Seconds later, your phone dings with the address Ramuda was expecting you to go to. Who are you to displease a member of Fling Posse-- and even an ex-member of The Dirty Dawgs?

“I don't know if you feel the same as I do But we could be together if you wanted to”

Hesitance filled your body, heart pounding against your chest and filling your ears. With trembling hands, you open the door to Fling Posse’s office.

The moment you step inside, Dice and Ramuda stand up in excitement, “you came!”

“Of- of course,” you stutter in embarrassment, mentally scolding yourself for your stuttering.

They gesture for you to take a seat, and so you do. Sitting back down, their happy expressions falter. The acceleration of your heart rate doesn’t make you feel any better than you were already feeling.

“Let me get straight to the point, we need your help,” Ramuda says, not getting straight to the point.

Out of nervousness, you burst into uncomfortable laughter, “m- my help? I’m of no use to you, trust me, but what would you need me for?”

“Well, we just need you for one smallllll thing,” Dice chimes. They go on to explain that they need you to get Gentaro to be more open.

Ramuda claps his hands together, “so that’s the plan!”

You shake your head so much it felt as if your brain was going to shatter, “no way! I- I can’t ju- just do that! He’ll know something’s up for sure!”

“If it’s you, there’s no way he will,” he smirks at you.

Knowing you won’t be able to get out of the situation, you agree to follow the plan, “on one condition, though. You can’t make me do anything like this again.”

“Deal,” Dice and Ramuda simultaneously nod their heads.

“(Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly made For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day”

“Thanks for meeting up with me, I hope you weren’t busy or anything,” Gentaro smiles at you.

Your face burns as you take a seat and look around, “of course not, but this is definitely, uh, new?”

Cocking an eyebrow, Gentaro crosses his arms, “am I not allowed to invite you out?”

“You know what I mean. This fancy restaurant has nobody? It’s unusual. Also, I thought you originally invited Ramuda and Dice.”

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. I heard this place was good and I was able to snag us spots. Ramuda and Dice couldn’t make it, so I opted for you; is that bad?”

“It’s not bad, but spots? The whole place is empty.”

Gentaro raises his hands guiltily while chuckling quietly, “you caught me. I may or may not have pulled some strings, but that doesn’t matter, does it?”

Liar. With no energy to call him out for his lie, you both order your food and eat in silence. While silence can be comforting, you felt like you had to talk. An uneasy feeling begins to settle in your stomach as you try to drown it with your food.

“Maybe I'm too (Maybe I'm too busy) Busy bein' yours (Bein' yours) To fall for somebody new”

Though you both made small talk throughout the night, time didn’t seem to pass. But whether you believe it or not, you were both in the back of a taxi heading to your apartment. Not for him to go into, but for him to make sure you would make it back safely.

“I got lucky being able to see you two days in a row,” you can’t stop yourself from smiling as you gaze out the window.

“Am I just that amazing?” Gentaro’s response makes you laugh. How is it that you’re enjoying the ride back? You can’t believe yourself and hope it doesn’t make you appear rude.

You nod and turn your head to look at him. He is amazing and you know that. If he was planning on doing this for his friends, he definitely sees you the same way he sees them. Nonetheless, you take in the moment and could only wish for what could be.

“Do you want me crawlin' back to you?”

END.

[peppermint2d]

F#$%ing uh Calm After the Storm cuz the Storm Thing

guys this is 10k words already ripppp

chapter 1, chapter 2

Chapter 3

The emergency lantern was still on, dimly illuminating the room. That's when you spotted the alcohol from last night or perhaps lack thereof. The bottle was completely empty. Luckily it was not that large or both of you would have died from alcohol poisoning. (Drink responsibly!) The terrible hangover symptoms make a lot more sense now, normally you barely suffer from a night out.

You snuggle into the bed as much as your constraints would allow, the warmth and comfort easing your headache. As you move, you feel something crumble on your neck. You use your burnt arm to lightly touch what it was, only to find it to be dried snot. Ew. You were going to need a shower later. 2D lightly snores his head by your shoulder like how it was last night, not that you remembered. A trail of dried snot fell from his nose, and the thought that he sobbed on you tore you up. At least he looked at peace while he slept. With the soft light from the lamp, his eyebags were barely visible. His worry lines disappeared completely. His big, lost eyes were closed. He looked innocent and untroubled, how you imagined him to be were it not for Murdoc. You appreciated the rest of his face too. His button nose twitched while he slept. The clean line of his jaw. His thick eyebrows, surprisingly, do not make him look angry but adorable. It was about time that you admitted, to yourself at least, that you found all of him adorable, not just his eyebrows. His smile, his clumsy movements, his accent, his habit of being so attentive, it was all adorable. You liked adorable. You liked drawing adorable, you liked watching movies with adorable, you liked holding hands with adorable, you liked getting drunk with adorable. Hell, you even liked having hangovers with adorable, so long as you got to wake up captured in adorable's embrace.

Adorable, adorable, adorable.

His whimpers and flinching snapped you out of your trance. He frowned, "No...no..." he whispered, sounding in pain. "Lemme out! I'm in 'ere!" He started to shout and thrash around, messing up the covers, and even hitting you a couple times (only slightly less adorable than normal). None of which helped your hangover.

"2D, wake up. You're having a nightmare." You gently pushed him. That did nothing to change his behaviour. "D!" you said more forcefully. He calms down and then opens his eyes.

He sits up and rubs his eyes. "What's, What's goin on?"

"You were having a nightmare. How are you doing?" It was awkward. You didn't know if he was aware of how you two were sleeping before his nightmare. Would touching him be inappropriate right now? You refrained from doing so.

"From one nightmare to anofer, this 'angover will be the deaf of me." he grumbled.

"At least only one is real." You stand and go over to where he took out the ibuprofen yesterday. You open the drawer and find it filled to the bring with drugs. Thankfully, most of the bottles were empty, but 2D had enough pills here to turn quite a profit. Most had unpronounceable names and were completely foreign to you. Why does he have so many painkillers?

"Bof were real for me. I was relivin me coma." He said nonchalantly. He saw you shuffling through his pills. "Jus bring the lot of 'em ofer, I take make me mornin mix."

You grabbed as many as you could and brought them over. You wanted to ask about his experience, but if it bad enough to give him nightmares, then perhaps it's best left alone. "I guess it was a good thing I woke you up then?"

"It's always good to wake up to yew." He dumped around six pills into his hand and dry swallowed them like a professional. You were concerned about his drug habits and confused by his forwardness.

"Yeah, thanks for letting me crash here."

2D's grin slightly fell as he looked at you. He reached out and touched your neck with his finger, brushing away some of the dried goop on there. "Sorry for cryin on yew last night."

You lightly chuckled and you could still feel his ghosting over your skin. "I thought that might have been you."

"Yew don remember what 'appened?" He pulled his hand away.

"Should I?" Did something important happen last night? You worried that you were forgetting a pivotal moment.

"No, it's fine. I'll take yew to the showers to wash up." He got up and stretched, the shirt rising to expose his stomach, causing you to flush and turn away. You hoped you would remember if you made any advancements in that department. He leaves his outfit from last night on the floor, adding to the piles of clothes already there, as he walks to his closet. "Do yew need somefin to wear after your shower?"

You flush even deeper. You had forgotten about that. "Yes, please. Sorry."

"Don apologize! I 'ave enough for the bof of us." He pulled out a white tee and some loose black shorts. "These are the cleanest clothes I 'ave. I'll throw yours in the wash."

You grab them from him. "Thanks, D."

He leads you to the showers. "I'll be waitin in the kitchen for yew. See if I can grab us some breakfast."

You thank him and step inside. You set the clothes down and lock the door, stripping down now that Murdoc won't accidentally enter. 2D insisted that Murdoc doesn't even shower in the first place, but you still felt apprehensive. You nearly screamed when you turned on the water and it was ice cold. You fiddle with the knobs a bit. Burning hot, freezing cold. You start to understand Murdoc's position better. You finally managed to get it slightly not cold and reached for the soaps, finding 2D's cedarwood and vanilla scent.

It was so intimate. You felt like you were violating his privacy like you were borrowing a piece of his identity, his scent, at least until it wears off. You were secretly thrilled by it, smelling like him. Would he care? Would he notice? Would others notice? And, as Russel had before, suggest something that you desperately wanted? The smell washed over you like it did the first night you were with him. Only two days ago, you wanted nothing more than the interview to be over, to be finished. But now, you had made a great friend, and, you selfishly hope, something more.

After you finished rubbing your neck raw, you step out and put on the clothes 2D gave you. You took off the bandage he wrapped, and the edges of the burn had started to scar. He forgot a towel, so you were soaking wet. You left a trail of droplets as you navigated the halls you have memorized by now.

You were shivering by the time you reached the kitchen, your soaked through clothes doing little to help with the heat. 2D saw you enter and turned slightly red at the sight of you in his clothes. He wouldn't tell you, but it was the first time since Paula that someone else was wearing his clothes. He then noticed that you were shivering. "Yew cold again? Russ managed to get the stove on wifout anyone burnin so I'll bring you a cuppa."

"When you and 2D disappeared halfway through yesterday, Noodle got worried and thought y'all were kidnapped. She'll be glad to see that I was right about what really happened to you." Russel said, sitting on the couch, smirking again.

You blush furiously, getting his implication, and join him on the couch. "Russel! We didn't do anything!" You say in hushed tones, hoping 2D in the other room doesn't pick up on anything.

"Who said I said about you to doing anything?" He raised his eyebrow and grinned. Checkmate. You groaned and shield your blushing face from Russel, causing him to chuckle. "You know, I haven't seen 2D this open since-" He stopped himself.

"Paula?"

He nodded. "I'm surprised he told you about that. Look, you two are very close, hell you're wearing one of his favourite shirts and you smell like him. You seem to bring out a new version of 2D, he isn't even that worried about Murdoc anymore. I like this 2D. But, I gotta warn ya, other people may not. A broken person is easier to control than a happy one." Russel looked at you knowingly. "That being said, if you make him broken again. I will break you. Understood?"

You nod vigorously. "Crystal clear!"

"What are yew talkin about?" 2D comes over with a tray of food and two steaming mugs.

"Weather!" You blurt out as Russel says "Politics!"

2D looked confused as he set the food down. "Right. I brought us some oatmeal and I 'ope yew like peppermint tea."

"What? Come on, why does she get some, but when I want to use just one teabag, you smack it outta my hands!" Russel complained, throwing his hands into the air.

"It was the last one in the box!"

"You and I both know that you keep three boxes in Kong" he grumbled.

"Some pretty special tea then?" You ask.

"I drink it whenefer I need a pick-me-up!"

"Explains why you drink it so much," Russel said.

"To fink I was gonna give yew a cup too!" 2D feigns hurt as Russel vehemently apologizes. 2D eventually concedes and leaves to make a cup.

"See," Russel turns back to you, "two weeks ago he slapped me. Now, I get the tea. Not much has changed here other than you."

You blush. "I really didn't think I was doing anything."

"You help remind him of the outside world. That is doesn't always have to be how it is in Kong. This place can really suck the life out of you. You should stay in contact, even after you leave."

"Are you doing okay, Russel?"

He avoided your gaze. "Not really. But it helps to have a new face here. Somethin to shake things up a little."

You saw 2D approaching again. "Well, then I hope his tea is as good as he promises."

"What are yew talkin about dis time?" 2D said again, as if on repeat.

"Politics." you say as Russel goes "Weather." You look at each other and start laughing.

"We really need to get that down." You insist. 2D sets down Russel's matching mug and sits by you. "Always loved tea. It reminds me of Austen's writing."

"Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love." 2D recites in a posh accent. You all chuckle at his poor imitation of it.

"I didn't know you could read!" Russel jests.

The conversation then shifts towards literature and you learned how well-read your companions are. It goes unspoken that 2D remembered the quote because of Paula's disappointed love.

The impromptu book club breaks up when Noodle and then Murdoc enter the kitchen. Noodle grabs a box of cereal and starts eating from it. "Ohayo!"

"Good morning!" You call back. Russel and 2D both look surprised. "You're telling me that you've been living with someone who exclusively speaks Japanese and you haven't tried to learn any?"

They both grumble. "We... make do." Russel finally manages.

"Hello, pet." Murdoc gently whispers, suddenly appearing by your ear, causing you to yelp. His presence scared off 2D who went to the kitchen to refill the tea. He breathes in. "You smell like the Face Ache." He growled. "I know what you're trying to do. You can't take my singer away from me."

He then stepped away from you and walked to the windows, saying loudly: "Would you look at that, the storm's slowing down."

You got his hint. "Right. Then I best pack my things."

2D looked crestfallen. "What? Yew's leavin already?"

"Yeah, sorry D, but I think I may have overstayed my welcome."

"I'll 'elp yew pack up then." He sighed and led you to where your clothes were.

It was a rather anticlimactic packing up. You kept trying to drop hints ("Your bed was so comfy, I'd love to sleep over again." "Your hair was so soft last night, I'm sure I dreamt it up") which he kept avoiding ("Yeah, it's a nice bed, innit." "Nah, it's normally pretty soft."), so you decided to stop altogether.

When you reached the front door, the rest of the band was waiting. Noodle acted first, giving you a hug "Sayonara!" You wished her farewell in return.

Russel was next and gave you a bear hug. "Don't forget our agreement." He whispered into your ear. "Wouldn't dream of it." You whisper back.

You hold out your hand for Murdoc to shake, but he just scoffs, so you move on to 2D.

"I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss yew more, love!" He gave you a tight squeeze. You two were slow to pull away, but when you did, you caught sight of tears in his eyes that matched your own. He hands you something. "'ere's me number so yew can call."

"This won't be the last you hear from me, D." And with that, you got back into your rusty company car and left Kong Studios, but couldn't leave behind the thought of a blue-haired singer.