#DJC Drabbles

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You have been invited to be covered in paint and pain at the Paint Gun Campus! Will you accept?

"See, here's your first mistake, sweethearts," Leah grinned.

"Nah, I'm taking cover. I'm done, I'm leaving, goodbye-" Leo muttered, taking as many steps back as he could as he clutched a paint gun to his chest.

Paint rumbled from their cans, bursting out to form rings around Leah as she smirked at them all.

"You do realize you're up against a vessel to the personification of water, no? You also realize that paint has water in it, right?" She chuckled with a playfully menacing tone to her voice.

"You invited the wrong lady to play, sweets."

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“Hello there, turtley-boos (or other type of camper)! I have an offer that is simply the bees knees! I am selling these lovely food items for unbelievably low prices! This is only while supplies last so spend those splendiferous cents before we run out!”

Frida is taking advantage of the arts and crafts to create a booth showing off the art of salesmanship. Be sure to purchase her quality items ^^

(shirt design by @ellieskellyartwork )

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"Well, don't mind if I do, Hon!"

Leah said as she traded 40 cents for two cakes. "Good doing business with a fellow camper, dear! But also, I'd appreciate if you don't call me 'turtley-boo', now. That ain't really my cup of tea, y'know?"

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Casey and S from Cabin Three offer bookmarks and homemade notebooks! @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

I do not have time to spare today for art so have some writing instead-

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"Why thank you two! These look so cute!"

Leah admired the bookmarks and notebooks handed to her as Leo looked at Casey and S curiously. "Wow! You guys look awesome!"

"We'll be sure to put these to good use," Leah smiled. "Thanks again!"

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Turtle Titan Sr. and Turtle Titan Jr. have heard the complaints about Rapahels running around causing trouble during the beach event! Mike (Cabin 14) and Mikey (Cabin 15) are so glad these heroes are stepping in to not allow anything like this to happen during fashion week! They truly are the heroes of this camp.

Characters by @justalittleobsessed and @languajix

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"Hmm, have I seen any?" Leah hummed with a playful smile as Soul gave an exasperatedly fond sigh. "Well, I certainly don't recall seeing anything, but we'll let you know if we see any Raphs up to anything nefarious! Alright dearests?" Leah reassured the two tots with a pat on their hands. "Yeah, kinda skipped out on the beach event so we never saw any of the catastrophies that probably went down, anyways." Soul shrugged.

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Misa from Cabin 2 has made floating lanterns for the crafts, would you like one? @tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

"Woah! These are so pretty!" MM!Leo exclaimed as he gingerly took up a lantern. "I've never seen these in real life before..."

"Thank you sweetpea," Leah thanked the young child. "These are absolutely delightful! Your craftsmanship is magnificent."

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Greetings from the Cabin 9 Craft Fair! Ret Mikey is running a bracelet making workshop and is wondering if you’d be interested in taking part! He has all sorts of beads and bands for you to use!

(This is @tmnt-reticent btw! This is just my main blog!)

"Oh! uh, thanks! I'd like to make some with you..."

Leo sat with Ret!Mikey quietly, awkward but not unwelcoming of the bright turtle. "You have a lot of options, wow..."

Leo smiled, happy to be involved.

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No Biting Mikey and Donnie from cabin 7 are curious if you'd like to make a trade!

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"Hah! As you wish, sweethearts!"

Leah, instead of taking out bracelets, procured two detailed scarves from a little messenger bag she carried, both in the two turtles' signature colors. "I've been meaning to find a Mikey and Donnie I could give these too! A fair trade; two of your bracelets for these two scarves! What do you say?"

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did a rushed colored doodle of Andrez and Chitter, basically getting a mission right before bed.

It’s hard to get Andrez angry, but he was certainly annoyed, especially since he had a photoshoot tomorrow.

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“Really Boss? Right now? You know I’ll be busy in the morning, it’s nearly dawn-”

“...  ...  ...”

“Boss, there is no way you are making me do this at such an ungodly hour of the night-day at this point. Please, call someone else.”

“...  ...  ...”

“No, and I’m putting my foot down, Mori-dono.”

“...-”

*The beeping of a phone fills the near-silence.*

“Chitter, no need to get my leg, I’m going back to sleep.”

“!!!”

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Yep, literally one of the few people with the balls to speak like this to the boss, and he ain’t even executive level. It’s cause he knows how important he is in whatever future plans Mori may have, so he’s a tiny bit less inclined to treat this man with respect when it isn’t due.

Still very respectful 90% of the time, just the other 10%...lmao XD

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[Prompt !! ]

Dee but he sleeps like...cat

And his family just found out

CATDEE-

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Why did Glam not know of this sooner?

He prided himself in taking the time to know about his kids, from hobbies and likes, to dislikes and troubles. Glam liked knowing that he could easily interact with his kids in ways in which please them, and he simply likes knowing that his kids are, well, good kids.

This? This thing he didn't know about? It was so cute.

He didn't know what to expect when Ches came to his office, a dopey grin on his face as he practically dragged him from the office, down the stairs to the living room. Glam thought that perhaps the man finally got enough money to buy a better guitar, and wanted to show him.

But no, it was much better. Even Vicky and Heavy were there, respectively holding expressions of astonishment, then pure confusion.

When Glam was able to follow their gaze to the couch, he had to surpress a snort.

It was Dee, and he was sleeping. Better yet, sleeping like a cat. Curled up on the literal top of the couch for who knows what reason, lightly snoring away with his phone held limply in his hand.

It was so cute, Glam couldn't help but hold up his phone (after checking the flash and noise) and taking a few quick pictures, stifling his laughter.

"When did this start happening?" he muttered to his wife, who shrugged with a shake of her head, clearly just as amused as he was.

"What, do we have a full grown cat now?" Heavy interrupted, causing Vicky to snort. "He's a cat now. Oh no." Glam spoke teasingly.

Glam shuffled over to the couch, sitting down on it as he gestured to the kitchen, where a (conveniently place) roll of tinfoil lay. Ches was quick to catch on, snickering his ass off as he grabbed the roll and left the room, to tear a few of them off without disturbing the sleeping teen.

He came back a bit later, and the two were quick to start surrounding Glam's son with tin foil. Heavy was silently wheezing in the background, find it funny how they treated Dee like a literal cat.

Once they had finished their devious preparations, Ches went into the fridge and got out some pre-sliced cucumbers, placing them on top of the tin foil for maximum hilarity. God did Glam wanna shake that man senseless, trying instead not to breakdown laughing. He noticed Vicky recording and oh was this gonna be good.

Ches backed away, and so did Glam, looking at them all as he grinned almost deviously. Taking a second, he a finger, took a deep breath...

And whistled with deafening pitch.

It startled Dee awake in an instant, letting out a yelp as he did. He barely even processed what was going on, mind too foggy of sleep to actually identify the shininess around him as tinfoil, and the green around him as cucumbers.

But he let out a scream anyways cause clearly his mind must have seen something different, and clearly jumpstarted some kind of fright machine in him.

And he fell off the couch.

The family almost crumbled to the ground in laughter.

Dee jumped up with a start, knocking off some of the prank material as he whipped his head around, finally processing what in the world just happened. And that red shade of embarrassment consuming his face was worth it.

"DAMNIT DAD!" He exclaimed, immediately accusing (and rightly so) of his father being the originator of the chaos. "What was that for!?"

"I'm sorry! I just made a huge discovery that my son was half a cat! Can you believe it?" Dee's face of incredulity said otherwise, but Glam just thought that made it all even funnier.

"Our own fluffy kitten to snuggle with!" Vicky came in, Dee unable to escape her bear hug, though he desperately tried. "No!! No, I am not a cat- mOm!" his voice cracked in surprise when Vicky pulled him up from under the arms, shaking him around joyously.

"AAAAGH! I hate you!" Dee exclaimed, writhing in her grasp all he could. Glam wasn't gonna do it again, he knew that, he would let his son sleep like that if he wished. But he just had to do that, the idea was brilliant!!

At least he didn't mean the screams of hatred!

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[Prompt !!]

..ever considered Dee throwing hands with someone over his brother-

HAHAHA, LES GOOOO-

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"Oh you nasty son of a bitch."

Dee was livid. So livid.

He didn't even know when it happened, how it happened, but you couldn't blame him for how he reacted. Walking to the park to pick up Heavy, it was nothing out of the ordinary, he just wanted to play with new friends, show them impressive shit, things that kids his age would do.

So why, oh why, did he have to come to see this?

A man, someone who looked to be in his early twenties, had shoved a beaten, bruised and thoroughly pummeled Heavy to the ground, stomping at his back mercilessly for whatever reason.

The pure mortification that settled in his bones only lasted all of four seconds, staring upon the horrific sight of some man abusing his own little brother, who screamed pleas and begged mercy.

And then? And then he saw red.

He wasn't sure when his feet started moving, he wasn't sure how hard he had punched, he was athletic in the slightest. But adrenaline pumped his veins, consumed his vision, and all he could feel was skin. Fist to flesh, fist to flesh, fist to flesh.

He was screaming, he was sure of it. Profanities he'd never utter, words he never thought, and he just went on. He knew he brought the man down; he could feel the grass underneath his knees, a body underneath him, but he just kept punching and slamming him against hard ground.

Hearing muffled, vision blurry, all he saw was red, different shades of red. And he doesn't know how long he was there, battering this man to the ground.

If he could, he would've beaten him down to hell itself.

But then there were hands grabbing at him, desperate voices begging him to stop, to calm down, to leave the poor man alone.

Poor man his ass.

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He later learned, whilst being held by the arms by police. That this man attacked his brother for more or less being around his kids. Essentially, under the impression of harrassment, when he was just showing them a few toys of his.

He went in for round two before anyone could stop him.

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DON'T FUCK WITH HEAVY, OR ELSE DEE FUCKS WITH YOU-

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[Prompt!!]

Dee and Isaac!! FRIENDS -Pixel

HERE WE GO

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It's been a few weeks since Dee met this odd kid.

He was a student at the neighboring town's school, Foxfield high. That was probably the first time Dee ever actually heard of it, anyways. But it wasn't too much of his business.

This kid -Isaac was his name- he was odd, but weirdly enough, not the bad kind of odd. Dare he say, Dee could see some similarities between the both of them, not just in appearance either.

He and his family had come to this town for a vacation during the summer, and it was by pure chance that Dee was sitting on the park bench, scrolling away on his phone. There wasn't much of a reason for him to be there, he very much liked his alone time. But if anything, being alone felt, well, lonely. So of course, a bit of background noise of human interaction never hurt anybody.

Isaac had been the one to take a seat on the other side of the bench, some sketchpad and drawing material at his beck and call. And that was what had happened for the next twelve, maybe thirteen minutes. Just the two of them co-existing in silence. Of course, Dee definitely noticed just how out of place he was, seeing as quite a few people (especially ones he knew knew about a lot of people) would be looking the new kid's way, trying to gauge his reason for coming, perhaps.

It was only a while later before they began a conversation.

And it kind of started out weird.

"Hey." Dee took a second to process that he was trying to get his attention, peeling his gaze away from his phone to look up at the freckled boy, who cleanly tore a sheet of paper out of his sketchbook.

"Here." he blinked; a bit taken aback from the sudden offering. Clearly a bit puzzled, Dee didn't bother to speak and instead took the page from an awaiting hand, looking down at it.

He was a bit befuddled when he saw a portrait of himself.

And he wasn't going to lie, the kid was good. No, better than good, it looked almost professional level. And Dee was admittedly intrigued by this, a small smirk tugging his lips.

"And what brought upon this train of thought?" He chimed, to which the smaller shrugged simply, going back to light doodles on a new, clean page. "Art block's been a major pain in my ass, and I noticed we look similar. So, why not?" He passed Dee a glance of interest, and the other couldn't help but scoff, absentmindedly setting his phone down.

"A funny coincidence, then. But for real, you're good at this," The new kid rolled his eyes as Dee leaned on his knee, waving the paper slightly. "Where'd you learn to draw like this?"

Smugly, the freckled kid hummed, "Self-taught."

Blink once. Blink twice. Dee grinned.

"No way."

"Yes way."

"Damn, flexin' but okay."

He snorted and shook his head, and Dee couldn't help but think that, hey, this kid was great company. "Hey, what's your name?" Dee leaned back against the bench seat as he spoke, clearly intrigued.

"Isaac Beamer. You?" Dee rose a brow for a second. Isaac Beamer, huh? Pretty easy to remember. "Dee Shvagenbagen." Isaac gave an alarmed expression at that, before turning away with a muffled chuckle, to which Dee called out.

"Alrighty then, mr. Russian-fre-sha-va-cado." Dee startled, clearly shocked by the nickname, and his half-heartedly thumped. "Now that's just cruel man, to which Isaac barked out a laugh. "C'mon, you name is fucking meme worthy, I had too-"

"How dare you, I am nothing but offended- do you want me to butcher your name too? Mr. Iz Creamer?" Isaac choked on air, leaning down before shooting him a playful glare. "The fuck is Iz Creamer!?" He exclaimed. "It is what it is, Iz Creamer."

"Fuck you." Dee scoffed with an eye roll. "Yeah, yeah, fuck you too."

Dee had to admit, meeting Isaac was almost as good as meeting Lif.

Ever since then, they'd shared phone numbers and talked quite often, especially on the same website as Lif. The guy himself was a pretty apathetic dude, and Dee couldn't help but relate to the sentiment.

He'd learned quite a bit about Isaac, even after his summer break was over and he had to go home. He learned about Isaac's school and it's really, really weird happenings. ("A cultist drama club?? A Hierarchy war for the title of King?? What kind of bullshit, Isaac?-)

And in return, Dee would tell him simple things too, like the rat incident, or how his mother beat the crap out of some people for a petty reason without too much consequence. ("Dee, what in God's name?...No, but did she really beat their asses for a cig?-")

He'd receive more art from Isaac, and in exchange Dee would tell him more about the Russian language, as he clearly was interested in the topic. It was the small things, but Isaac's presence always seemed to make him feel a little bit better at the end of the day.

It felt nice. Having a friend that can make you feel so calm.

In fact, he very much liked it.

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2022-6-12

I HAD A STUPIDER IDEA FOR A SHORT DRABBLE

ISAAC SCARES THE FUCK OUT OF EDWARD BY PICKING HIM UP -Pixel

HELL YES PLEASE THANK YOU VERY MUCH-

Imma make this isward cause fuck it's been a while-

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"Ohoho, you think you're so strong, huh pretty boy?"

"And 'ohoho' to you, because fuck you I am strong, ya damn twink."

Back and forth bickering, a common occurrence between the two. Insults fly, declarations are made, all in good jest nowadays, yet things could still get pretty heated.

Currently, Isaac was doubting Edward's strength, to which the other was highly offended (he goes to the damn gym, thank you very much!). "If anything, you're the weak one out of both of us!" Isaac scoffed at that claimed, rolling his eyes with a cheeky grin. "Like hell I am. I bet I could pick you up right here, right now."

Edward actually laughed at that, bonking Isaac's head with his palm as he retorted, "You and your tiny ass body? Couldn't even lift a twig!"

Isaac looked offended then, grin widening all the while. "Oh now you're making big claims, Error! Watch me and you." He said, arms raised as Edward rolled his own eyes, scoffing.

"Yeah, yeah, good for you twink boy-"

But suddenly, he let out an undignified scream. Why?

Because Isaac, god damn Isaac, wrapped his arms right around his thighs, and hauled him up like it was nothing. Edward blushed tenfold, feeling the other's grip adjust almost instinctively.

"HOLY FUCK YOU ASS!!!" Edward shrieked as Isaac laughed, beginning to fall into a little jog, jostling the jock as he did. "PUT ME DOWN, PUT ME DOWN HOLY SHIT-"

"Get got, you stupid bastard!" Isaac laughed, and Edward yelped with a start when he started spinning around. If anyone saw this happening, such a tiny boy lifting up someone almost twice his size in the middle of the park, they'd probably be mortified.

But...this was fun. This was so stupid but so hilariously fun, that Edward started laughing through his threats and startled shrieks, laughing along with the artist as he'd try and lean his way out of Isaac's grip.

Isaac wasn't going to let him live this down, huh?

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IT'S SHORT, BUT IT'S CUTE AND I LIKE IT-

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2022-5-7 Dee's the first victim we'll start simple, Dee's got a fever for deciding he's not getting sick by rain despite being soaked -Pixel

"You're a fool."

"Piss off..."

"Idiot."

"Heavy."

A cough racked Dee's chest, the teen turning away and burying his face into the pillow, practically convulsing from the pressure of such a sudden coughing fit.

Dee hated being sick, hated it with every bit of his being. Having Heavy by his bedside just to look down at him and tell him he was an idiot for walking without a jacket or umbrella in the rain only worsened his overall mood. He didn't think he'd get sick, Dee's walked unprotected in the rain a few times before! Maybe his luck just ran out today.

"Dad's making food right now, you're gonna have to come down soon." Heavy huffed, to which Dee, without hesitation, flipped him the bird, fending off a sneeze as Heavy groaned in frustration.

Dee grumbled as Heavy shook him, trying to drag the blanket off of the older one. "StoOop, Heavy." His voice cracked slightly, yet he refused to care and only continued to weakly fight against his scrawny little brother.

"If you don't get out of bed to come eat, I will resort to Lif!" Dee stiffened at that, a strangled cough getting choked out of his throat as he turned his head to glare at Heavy through matted hair.

"You wouldn't dare." He grumbled, Heavy simply glaring back at him. "I can. I will." Dee was inches away from wanting to drag that little bastard to the floor, he swore to all things unholy.

But his body was sweating like crazy, he didn't want the blanket off, but he wanted it off so bad too. He could feel another coughing fit, and he tried to hold it back, head aching and eyes droopy. If Lif were to come and see him like this, Lord knows what she'd do.

"You're a demon," Dee finally spoke, struggling out of bed and onto wobbly feet. "You're a god damn menace, Heavy." Heavy only shrugged, turning on his heel and immediately evacuating the room.

"I'm going to make him sick, I swear it on my life." Dee mumbled to himself, stumbling to his closet to pull out the thinnest fabric he could find, which happened to be one of the oversized sweaters he bought. He sighed, slipping it over his thin frame and tilting his head back, letting out a miniscule whine at the pounding in his head, the way his ears rung and seemed to muffle the sounds around him. It was just so damn annoying. He hated it.

Dee somehow managed to stumble out of his room, shuffling down to the kitchen with droopy eyes, covering his mouth as he coughed once more. Soon enough, he noticed the wafting smell of food penetrate the hallway.

He nearly gagged.

The worst thing about being sick. Everything. Smelled. Terrible.

He'd even argue that it smelled worse than a corpse, but of course he doesn't know what one smells like, but God he was so done with this already. The horrid stench completely threw him for a loop, causing him to pause his movements and lean against the wall, dizziness clouding his sight as he held the sleeve over his scrunched nose.

Okay, he took it back. Having Lif here would be really nice right about now.

"Daaaaaaad." He called out, cringing at how whiney he sounded. "Where the hell's the cough medicine?" He called once more, stumbling out into the kitchen.

And Lord have mercy he almost had a heart attack.

Somehow the Gods had heard his inner thoughts or something, cause there at the dining table with the cough medicine was none other than Lif, his Dad just finishing up the (still atrociously smelling) food, plating it whilst humming.

"L-Lif!?" Dee croaked, straightening up against the wall and clearing his throat, to which the girl rose her brow.

"Dee, don't try to act all high and mighty with me right now." That was the first thing that came out of her mouth, beckoning him to come closer as she took up the medicine. "C'mere."

Dee hesitated, clearly annoyed and flustered by the girl of his dreams seeing him in such a weak state of being. But he complied anyways, hobbling over to the table and collapsing into the chair next to her, resting his head against the table.

It took him half a second afterwards to realize three very important things. 1. Who the hell told Lif to come over? 2. His hair was not made at all, and quite frankly looked like a bird's nest. And 3. he was in an oversized sweater and boxers. Fucking. Boxers.

God end his suffering.

Lif, however, seemed to completely ignore any and all of these points, measuring the medicine in a cup and passing it over to him as his Dad wordlessly placed the food and juice down for him to eat, quietly thanking Lif before he ended up excusing himself from the dining room. He was probably busy anyways, so Dee didn't bother complaining.

"Drink it already, unless you're one of the idiots that hate how medicine tastes." Lif commented, to which Dee huffed, lifting his head up and snatching the cup, downing it in seconds before chugging half the juice that was there. Yeah no, of course he didn't like how it tasted. But he never really cared unless he didn't have anything to wash down the taste with.

Lif seemed content with that, taking the cup back from him and going to wash it off as he finally took it upon himself to start eating.

The room didn't stay silent for too long, really, Lif was there to fill in that silence (other than his coughing and sneezing), talking about what happened at school that day, about the homework they needed to get done, some things that happened unrelated to education.

As Dee continued to eat, nose occasionally scrunching at the horrible smell, he couldn't help the delirious thoughts revolve in his head. How this felt so...peaceful, so domestic, a little sweet even. Sickly sweet, actually. No pun intended.

"Thank you." Lif turned her head back from where she was at the sink, having taken it up to wash the dishes. Dee wasn't sure what he was thanking her for, whether it was because she didn't comment on his terrible appearance, his dampened physical state, just how sluggish he was being. But he did anyways.

"Yeah, yeah. Just get some rest after, will you? Don't try and play up any 'big guy' act this time." Dee averted his gaze, merely grumbling in affirmation and ignoring the fact that she was even aware of..all of that.

It didn't take him that long to finish eating, Lif taking the plate from him before he could even get up to wash it himself, which just felt unfair to him, but he let it go and made sure that feeling didn't show. After a whole other minute of hobbling back up to his room, he practically collapsed onto his bed, not even bothering with the blanket from how damn hot he felt.

Lif's footsteps entered right after, tapping him twice on the forehead before moving to another side of his room. He grumbled, but didn't care enough to make a fuss, so he sat up and looked over to where Lif was.

He jolted when a tank top was flung right over his face, obscuring his vision. "The fUck?" Another stupid voice crack. Great. "Change into that and go to sleep." Lif said, Dee huffing as she ruffled his already messed up hair.

"Fine, fine." Dee pouted, pulling the shirt off his head as Lif left the room, allowing him some privacy. Dee stared at the door for another few moments, before it all finally started to register for him.

Now his blush was even more prominent, but for reasons other than being sick. He pressed his face into the top, the tips of his ears red as he narrowed his eyes at the door.

God, why the hell did he fall for such a girl? How the hell did he even fall in love in the first place? This was just so stupid, and she was just so nonchalant about it all. This was the first time she'd ever seen him so disheveled, wasn't it? How come she just...didn't seem to care?

Dee slowly shook his head, opting to simply change into the shirt and finally pull himself under the covers, sighing to himself. He sat there for another moment or so, coughing quietly and sneezing from time to time. And then he threw the blanket over his face,

And silently scream-coughed into the pillow.

(Lif clutched a hand over her chest, face red and scrunched as she forced her brain to engrain such an adorably drowsy Dee into her memory forever.)

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Yeah, I'm totally projecting cause I'm sick too X'D

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Would you be willing to write Barry cross-dressing, and just being very into skirts and dresses as a secret, but he forgets he invited Edward over while he was wearing a dress and just fluffy awkwardness.

ABSO-FUCKIN'-LUTELY

MEN IN DRESSES IS A-OKAY FOR ME THIS IS ADORABLE-

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Barry liked feminine wear. It was as simple as that.

Dresses and skirts, whether long or short, blouses or crop tops, extravagant or simple, he enjoys it. Cross-dressing. Although, he's not really sure what about it he likes, it could be the aesthetic, or the freeing feel, or the comfort it gives him.

He never truly told anyone, not that he hasn't considered it. It's simply not something he thought of when it came to cross-dressing, people's opinions. he never actually cared.

At least, not until today.

You see, it was a simple error, a mistake, a lapse of memory. Barry had forgotten he invited Edward to his house that day, spare key and all. He found himself indulging in a simple red platted skirt, and a baggy white turtleneck. He even put on a pair of white stockings to fit his look; stockings were a personal favorite of his.

Ah yes, what a predicament it had been, Barry walking past his front door when Edward decided to barge in so brutishly. The poor boy nearly had a heart attack from the shear spike of terror that shot through him in that moment, whipping his head around to stare at an equally stunned Edward, who was speechless upon taking in the sight before him.

"...Uh, I can...explain?-"

"Why do you look so good in that???"

Not what he was expecting. But Barry will take it.

"Heh, uhm, thanks? Sorry, I completely forgot you were coming." Barry apologized, rubbing the back of his neck as Edward closed the door, still staring a bit owlishly at this sudden, and quite new thing to him.

"I didn't know you liked wearing skirts and shit." he spoke oh-so bluntly, and Barry couldn't help but avert his gaze, a drop of sweat down his temple. It felt a little awkward, being called out on this. "No, no, it's fine. I wasn't actually planning on telling anyone yet." was his response. "I could take it off if you want-"

"The first thing I literally asked was why the fuck you looked good in that- why do you think I'm bothered by this?" Edward deadpanned, to which Barry snorted. "Okay, you've got a point."

Edward sauntered over, wrapping his arms around Barry as he rested his head against the other's shoulder. Barry chuckled, fingers embracing curly hair as he wrapped one arm around Edward. "Hello." He smiled, to which Edward hummed. "I want to watch movies. Where are your cats?" Barry rolled his eyes, muttering about how he'll go get them soon.

This went smoother than he expected. Unplanned, a little awkward, but smooth, nonetheless. Thinking about it now, he felt kind of dumb for subconsciously putting aside telling Edward about his own personal discovery, he was just happy the other didn't blow up over it.

"You look good, Blue."

"Pfft- you already said that."

"But you do."

"I do?"

"Mhm, you do."

"Uhuh, thank you very much."

"Mmm."

Yeah. He was super happy it turned out this way.

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Srry abt asking this while you have writer's blocc but I dont wanna forget asking this later!

What ifff, Noisy party

Louis is overwhelmed in a corner, Felix bumps into the poor boy just as equally anxious and overwhelmed and they just, cover eachother's ears and stick together in the corner for comfort?

Alrighty!

...

It was so. Damn. Loud.

Why does he even attend these things?

Felix was weaving through the crowd, sweating cold bullets with his hands to his ears. The loud music blasted through the house, people dancing without care, or talking, practically screaming over the noise to be heard. God did his ears want to bleed.

The bass shook his very heart, causing small stutters in his stride as he frustratingly pushed through the people, ignoring the offended words, and the harsh ones, in favor of trying to find an exit. His mind was overwhelmed with all the mayhem, all the flickering lights, the crazy, and even terrible, music. Watching teens pound back shots of whatever drink, they were consuming made him want to puke at the thought of it being what he knew it was.

He almost gave up on finding an exit when something tripped his leg, and he stumbled forward with a sharp yelp. He got a grip, spinning around to see whoever the fuck it could be that tripped him up like that. He swore to give them a beat down for trying to mess him up. He just wanted to get out, to get out and go home and just...

His mind blanked at the sight at his feet.

A little lackey of Edward's, he's pretty sure his name was Louis. Never mind the fact that he was here, but he was on the floor, pressed against the wall, rocking back and forth and covering his ears. Trembling. Crying.

He hated how much it reminded him of himself.

He hesitated, glancing around him to see everyone either drunk or high off their asses, or not even paying attention to their own surroundings. Just how long had Louis been like this? How long had he been here, actually? Just sitting in the corner, overwhelmed by the sound just like Felix was.

He bit his lip, looking back down to the wizard who didn't even seem to notice him throughout the whole ordeal, simply continuing his pathetic act of trying to calm himself down. And failing miserably.

Pathetic. So fucking pathetic.

Before he thought about it, he crouched down to the other's level.

He unshielded his own overloading ears, placing his hands over Louis', and clearly startling the other from whatever crazy freak trance he was caught in, staring up in almost bewilderment at Felix. But the jock shook his head, a stern look that he knew screamed 'don't question it'. Louis seemed to catch on, because he didn't say anything about it.

Like a pact, an unspoken deal within the timespan of those seconds, Felix wincing at the loud music, the crazy stomping and partying around them, he'd shield Louis' ears from the torture he could relate to. He would do it.

And just like that same unspoken deal, Louis slipped his own hands away, brought them to his face and covered Felix's ears right back.

He didn't know what to say. So he just didn't.

It was something they'd probably never speak of again, but they see the signs, the resemblance in each other. They knew, and no words needed to be spoken between them. Two boys, too overwhelmed by the sounds produced by the things around them, just trying to find comfort in something, even if it ended up being in each other.

Foreheads pressed together; ears securely covered, muffling the noise if only a little bit. They'd get through this, they were going to.

It's happened before, but a little help won't hurt, right?