#IT'S BOX LUNCH NOT LUNCH BOX HOW COULD I FORGET 😭

[sweetbluebanisters]

Ultraviolent

'cause I was filled with poison

But blessed with beauty and rage

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Who Controlling!Miguel Ohara x Sweet!Reader

Warnings Contains!Smut, Violence, Abuse

Backstory A sweet bartender from the coast of California clashes with a mean man, who never doesn’t get his way. Two different personalities, don’t always work out in ways you’d wish

SPOILER ALERT

Ch. I sweet as sugar

Ch. ll Deadly Nightshade

I’ll proofread it later I’m too lazy to rn. 😭

I'm gonna post the 3rd chapter it's jus I've been packing for vacation so give me a good day or 2

Sometimes, looking down at Nuvea York was too much to you. You missed the palm trees and the smell of the salty ocean, the way your hair would look when emerging from the oceans water. The towels, the fun. Here, in Nueva York, without constantly being around Miguel and Jess, you found yourself fighting boredom.

You would go and talk to people you somewhat knew, but you couldn't talk to them like you could the people back home, when you tried expressing the way you felt to Miguel, it felt like his reaction was just a 'suck it up, buttercup'. Without permission, sometimes you would go back home. For a little nap in your pretty pink sheets, you felt like a princess in your apartment, there you just felt like a liability, don't get me wrong, people loved you and you enjoyed your time there, but a break was very much needed.

And this time was one of those times. Miguel said the same thing everyday

'cup of coffee, please'

'write down the dimensional reports, thanks.'

'do you mind getting me _____'

as much as you wished to spend more time with your boss crush, it was time you gave yourself that break. So, when lunch time came, you decided to use that time to go back home, take a nap. Maybe even watch a movie.

You lied in your cold sheets, a warm blanket hugged you as your bedroom TV shuffled, looking for the perfect show to ease your nerves and help your slumber.

Your windows in your apartment were propped open, seeping the California sun into your room, you heard trees Russell and yelling, but the sounds only promoted your sleep. You eventually found yourself talking a well deserved

6 hour fucking nap. You were so refreshed when you woke up, you even stretched from the lack of movement for so long. As peaceful as it was, you were then disturbed from your moment of bliss. Looking at you watch to see 30 missed calls from Miguel, 10 from Jen, and 15 from Lyla. How you slept through so many calls, you have no idea.

But you knew once you got back to the Spider society, you were in for a rather rude awakening.

You stood in front of the man's office your were too scared to approach, only being severely yelled out once. This time had to be worse, you sigh as Jess looks at you, she can tell you're tensed up as she rubs your shoulder. "Good luck, girl." She snickers, before turning around, and walking away. Caressing her belly in the process.

Did you forget to mention that she was pregnant? Yeah, what a surprise. But right now, you have bigger problems to worry about.. bigger.

You slowly peered through the door you opened, looking around for any surprise figure of Miguel as you walked in, cautiously strutting to the man who stood tense with anger on the platform, his fist balled, his stance laced with furry. You couldn't deny it anymore, you were terrified of this mans wrath.

Standing a good 20 feet away from the platform, you stare up as the floating platform lowered itself, very, very slowly.

"Miguel, look. I know that I probably worried you, but I promise I just needed a nap back home.. and I got caught up!" You confess, the words falling out from your mouth as Miguels platform reaches the bottom, you notice that he isn't moving from his position, the awkwardness suffocates you before you continue.

"Look, I got your favorite. Empanada-" You were then cut off by his red glow for webs catching onto the Styrofoam box filled with empanadas as he tossed them in the trash.

"Miguel! I payed for that-"

"You're so careless, so fucking careless."

His eyes meet yours before stepping off the platform, his tall, intimidating figure approaches you slowly. "Look, it was just a nap." You sigh, his ears perk up as he laughs. That was not a 'haha, so funny' laugh. That was a 'I'm about to loose my mind' laugh.

"I called you, thirty times. thirty times. How the hell could you not wake up from a blaring noise that rang thirty times!" His voice echos off his stone office walls, looking at you before raising an eyebrow. Oh, he expects an answer?

"Miguel, I'm bored! I have nothing else to commit to beside a coffee order with two pumps of French vanilla creamer and one sugar pack with blended ice."

"Do you think this job is a joke, muñeca?" His frame towers over you, your legs begin to feel weak, either you're scared or you find this somewhat hot, probably both. "Well, no of course not but it seems like all I'm good for is bringing you coffee and writing down notes. I have not fought by your side in 2 months!" You shout, only honesty escaping from your mouth as he nods, sarcastically. He grabs the closet thing to him, that wasn't myself but an office chair as he chunks it the the opposite Side of his office, making you flinch from the sudden crash.

"So you just want to be fired, am I correct?" Miguel seethes, looking down at you with his hands on his hips. His eyes hued red, and honestly you felt a little tingle from somewhere.. that you shouldn't "No! No. of course not! All I'm saying is a little more action would be nice." You explain, he sucks his teeth before pausing, standing this close to this man was a literal gift from God himself.

"How badly do you want this job, princesa?" His voice lowers an octave and you can tell your body is responding in ways it definitely shouldn't His big frame gets closer to you as he slowly, but surely backs you up into the nearest wall.

"Really bad, I swear!" your voice raises an octave, swallowing hard as his eyes level to yours, staring at your doe ones as you look in shame, he's trying to discipline you and you're getting off to it, you try to avoid his eye contact by turning your head in the opposite direction, but his right hand connects to your jaw, making you face him while squeezing your cheeks creating a small pout with your lips.

"So beg." With that tone, you know that he's being serious. Your eyes widen as he lets go of your jaw, before resting that hand to his side, standing up straight and peering now down at you. "What?" You mumble, your face laced with confusion and embarrassment.

"I don't like repeating myself, niñita." You don't know how you are still standing, at all. You look down, and keep quiet before he backs up just a little "I guess its not that important to-" He begins, but your head shifts upward as you shake your head.

"No! no. Just, please. I really want this job, Miguel." You voice weak as you look up at the man for his approval, he shakes his head in disappointment "Come on, is that really what you think begging is?" He snickers, you sigh in shame as you keep your eyes looked

"I really want this job Miguel, need it. Please, you don't know how much I want it, Miguel." Now, although that was rather weak for a beg. You're not going to be on your hands and knees begging for a job you barely get payed to do.

"You sound pathetic." The man laughs as you scoff, trying to get away from his rather scary build, he grabs your shoulder keeping you in place before speaking up "Tell me, ________. Why do you want this job so bad? You don't even get payed the desired amount." He smiles, you can tell he finds pleasure in seeing you embarrassed, pressing your buttons to get some sort of reaction out of you.

"And don't lie." His voice low, very low. His eyes are low as well, waiting patiently for your answer "I'm just bored here and its enough for rent, Miguel and-"

"You begged for your job back just because you're bored? sounds like a lie, ________." He pokes fun at you as you groan, giving him the answer that not only he wants to hear, but is also the truth

"and, because I get to be near you." you mumble, too ashamed to say out loud and to his face, he puts his hand to his ear "What was that, dear? Couldn't quiet hear-"

"and because I get to be near you." Your tone just a bit louder, but he accepts the effort, nodding with approval.

"Thought so, good job." He pats, so casually before turning around and approaching his platform. "What did you even call me thirty times for?" Your voice shoots back to the man and he answers, not turning around to look at you though.

"A coffee."

You look at his broad back side with disbelief plastered on your face, you hear a slight laugh escapes him as your fist ball "You made me beg for my job back because you wanted fucking coffee?!"

"I could tell you enjoyed it, Mrs. Pricesa."

After all of, what happened. You really did not feel like facing Miguel, at all. You weren't mad, but embarrassed, and ashamed. You decided to occupy yourself around the building, this probably would've been a more appropriate time to take a nap.

It's fairly late, you think about just sleeping in the sleeping hub in the building. But you were starving, and a nice desert really was in your taste for right now. You walk to the cafeteria, that closes in about a half an hour.

You approach the counter before looking at the desert section of the menu, you feel the cafeteria staff's eyes upon you as you figure out what your taste buds desire for tonight. "Can I get the chocolate molten lava cake, with a scoop of ice cream on top?" You asks, the lunch lady gives you a hum with a smile before writing down your order and giving it to the kitchen staff, she rings up your total to fifteen dollars as you internally sigh, giving her a 20 dollar bill in Nueva currency, she hands you 5 Nueva currency.

You found the Nueva currency rather stupid, but Miguel said since everyone here is from different dimensions with different currency it’s needed.

You patiently waited to the side, the kind lady gives you your cake as you give her a smile, taking the cake box along with a plastic spoon and napkin, eating the sweet treat while walking towards a booth, planning on enjoying this desert while you can.

You're a few bites into the chocolate goodness as your watch rings, you role you eyes seeing as its an incoming call from Miguel, which isn't rare. You tap the answer button, as his voice rings through your ears.

"_________. I need you at Earth-1610 in Queens, New York. There's a vulture in the wrong dimension." Miguel sounds almost out of breath, you groan as you respond with annoyance. "Can I at least finish my cake? Damn." You sigh, taking another bite of your cake while waiting for an answer. You hear the man scoff before adding "¿Esperabas una respuesta? Llegar aquí ahora!" Although you know absolutely no Spanish, You know when he speaks in Spanish, especially in that tone, he means bushiness. You walk up to the lady at the cafeteria, politely asking her to hold on to the leftover cake as you tap your watch, opening up the multiverse portal.

You jump through the portal, going on that unneccesary slide before reaching the opening to the dimension Earth-65, you see what seems to be the vulture Miguel ranted about as your webs interlock with the base of his body.

"_______, we don't have time for grand entrances!”Miguel yells as your figure emerges from the portal, doing two 360's before throwing the vulture against the museum's stone walls. Even though that was somewhat badass, your landing is flawed as your body is thrown towards the stone wall inches were Miguel is standing, your groan as your hands immediately reach the back of your head, where the injury occurred.

You hear Miguel snicker as you look in his direction with disbelief plastered on your face, he looks at you before trying to hide what you heard to be, a laugh.

"Are you seriously laughing right now?" Your eyebrows burrowed and mouth agape as you find yourself having to look directly up at the big man. "No- no. I'm not laughing." He coughs as your features rest, showing only a face of annoyance "Miguel, I could have a concussion and you think this shit is funny." You dead pan as he shakes the smile off his face, looking at you again before attempting to cover up a laugh "No, prissy. Im really, really worried." You could sense the tears welding in the corner of his eyes, trying to fight back the instinct to laugh at such a painful event

"Miguel, it hurt!" You groan from the pain, standing up to your feet as you wipe the stone dust off your pink suit, "I bet it did." Miguel says, wiping the tears that threatened to spill. You roll your eyes before turning to what seemed to be a Spiderwomen approaching you "I thought it was pretty badass, but it would be better if you landed." The girl in the white suit states her opinion that has Miguel pacing back in forth trying to control the laugh that's about to take over

"I do not need your guy's unwanted criticism! Do you remember that you called me-"

"Okay, okay, just... whew." Miguel pauses, you feel your hands trembling from the embarrassment that courses your veins, you also begin to notice the vulture who awoken from his rather quick sleep.

"Can we just please get back to the real problem here." The white Spiderwomen advises as you side eye Miguel, he smiles before nodding and approaching the vulture that awoke from his slumber.

All three of you guys glide in the air, trying to find the perfect time to strike, the white Spiderman connects her webs to the vultures face, before kicking the vulture in his beak. You are know running aside Miguel, basically just chasing him as you look at the Spiderwomens combat moves, that have impressed you.

"What about her?" You suggest, looking at Miguel as he gives you the quickest answer he has asked in a while "No."

"We could use the help, y'know with Jess-" You begin to speak but are cut off with another, what?

"No."

"Is it 'cause she called you Dark Garfield?" You snicker to yourself, Miguel looks at you but you couldn't tell how he was feeling with that mask on. "No! -How do you even know?"

"Do you say anything but no?" You retort, the man still looking at you with what felt to be annoyance speaks up "No-no. I mean Yes!" Your eyebrows raised in suspicion as you continue "Why not!" You bark at the angry old beast, "You know why." He seethes, keeping his eyes locked on you before he jumps on the paper vulture, you following his lead.

"Take a good look at the great fire from my backpack!" You hear the vultures voice for what seems like the first time and you ears want to pass away, he sounds ungodly old, suddenly, a random bomb that probably came from the depths of his ass is released to the top of the museum, exploding and causing a drastic crash and a open hole from the top of the art building.

You’re having trouble fitting on his body when Miguels bigger one is hogging up the space

"Miguel, scoot! I can't fit!" You shout, moving him on your own as he groans in annoyance "Scoot and go where?!"

"Is this some type of canon romance trope or-" The vulture instigates, before you could even think to respond to the vulture, Miguel answers for you "No!" like he always says, the vulture side eyes you and all you can make out is a tiny shrug to your shoulders

"Don't let him out!" He turns to you, noting the opening to the ceiling "He'll disrupt the canon!" That's all Miguel has to say before your florescent webs connect with the walls of museum, making your way up to attempt to stop the creature from leaving, but his too fast for you. As your in the air away from the museum, the building begins to glitch violently, Miguel jumps on the creature as I do trying to force its way back into the museum

"Claw at it or something!" You panic looking towards Miguel who's struggling to keep his weight on the vulture with you by his side, all of the sudden when the creature was going to claw Miguel off of him his fangs come out, his mouth open threatening to bite the beast, you can see the fear laced in not only yours, but the vultures eyes as this has never happened to you when you were around Miguel.

"Go to the ground!" You look above you to see the bright shining light of a helicopter, your eyebrows furrow in confusion as Miguel claps back in what seemed to be anger "Will you get out of here!"

"We have you surrounded!" The helicopters voice booms throughout the city and I can't help but laugh, Miguel looks at me with anger as I look back "Miguel- they think you're the villain." You aren't like Miguel, you don't try to cover up the laugh that comes from you, Miguel scoffs before looking at the big vehicle above him.

"I am a good guy!" Miguel emphasizes, you wipe the tears in the corners of your eyes. "You don't look like one." The helicopter judges, you notice in the corner of your eyes, two bombs escape the vulture as your eyes widen.

"Miguel!"

"NO!" Miguel shouts as the bombs look to be connecting with the base of the judgmental helicopter, you notice it begins to loose control and hits you and Miguel off the vulture, before taking a rather brutal fall along with the creature. You crash on the base of the floor before looking around you to see multiple people still in the museum, you get up in agony before sticking your webs to the base of the museum wall and collecting as many bystanders off the ground before throwing them out.

You rush back into the building as you notice the helicopter taking a tumble down, but you also notice Gwen making what looks to you as a net. You smile with a nod, expressing approval before jumping with all your might and latching onto the museum wall.

You notice the people still inside the helicopter as you jump through to get them, holding them with before looking eyes with Miguel and releasing them. Miguel grabs a hold on them with his red glow for webs as he holds them to his side, like he would two twin toddlers.

You notice Gwen trying to strain the helicopters movement as you run along Miguels side before jumping and finishing the webbed net as quickly as you possibly could and tugging at the web, trying to make it as strong and durable as possible.

You stand on the ledge of the museum's second floors as your feet begin to strain, and slide. You position yourself to a point where you could pull harder as the uncontrollable helicopter comes in comes in contact with the net, You stare down at the floor to look at all the idiot who still stand there. You internally scoff, but to your luckiness the helicopter web net actually worked. You sigh in relief as you connect your web to the ledge of the second floor before jumping away and towards Miguel, who picks up the vulture in his webs and looking at you.

"That's what I was going to do."

You roll your eyes before looking at the exhausted girl who stepped down from where she was standing before taking a fall into rubble with a groan. Miguel and you make your way, with no rush to her aid. Before hearing what seemed to be a cop.

"Hands in the air!" Is all you could make out, you try to approach the situation, but Miguel grabs ahold of your hand, pulling you back just incase he intends on arresting you two as well.

You stand there, silently. Hand to hand as you listen to the cops conversation. You notice your hands begin to tremble from the mans hold as he looks down at you, skeptical. "Don't tell me you're nervous right now, _________." He leans down to whisper in your ear. Maybe you were! Well, you were but you definitely aren't going to tell him.

"No, I am not. Is it really neccesary to hold my hand right now?" You mumble, he turns to you and shrugs before pulling his hand away, and thank God himself you have at least 2 braincells because a part of you wanted to beg for his hand back against yours.

"Get down on the ground!" The cops voice sounds fierce, you look at Miguel skeptical as you whisper to him "Maybe we should help her, Miguel." He shakes his head, no. You sigh through your nose as you listen to their faint conversation before a gun shot erupts through you and Miguel's eardrums, your eyes go wide as you try to run towards where the spider women is, attempting to make sure she's alright.

Miguel, now grips your arm. You look down at the way his hand envelopes your arm before peering up at him. "You seriously don't expect me to sit and watch when a gunshot was just heard!" You whisper yell at Miguel as his figure bores into yours.

"Im not asking you, I'm telling you." His town is low and deep as he pulls you against him, this time your figure is before him and he's behind you. Grabbing ahold of your shoulder like you are a child.

"I don't need your permission, Miguel." You sigh, you begin to sense his eyes perching your figure as you begin to feel hot, and nervous. "Last time I checked, you begged for your job, right? Don't loose it, muñeca." His tone warns as you groan. In the crevice of rubble, you see her figure, with her mask off.

Through the next three minute conversation the cop and the spider women had, all you knew is that that cop is her dad, and she apparently murdered a man named Peter.

"Dad are you really this afraid of me!?" Her voice booms across the shattered building, you can feel the tears threatening to fall as her voice quivers, Miguel notices, too.

He begins to walk, his hands still rest on your shoulders as you get closer to the conversation, the only thing hiding you and Miguel from the cops eye of vision is a stone wall fragment.

Your breath hitches as you see the girls full face and body, the only thing you could describe as hurt.

"-against the court of law, you have the right to an attorney." The cop begins to list her rights, as you would usually do during an arrest. His gun is pointed low as he pierces his eyes towards the girl known as his daughter.

"No, stop!" She yells as she tries to approach the man she considers her dad, his voice booms across the museum as she stops in her tracks

"Don't get any closer!" The dad points his gun towards his daughter, and right then and there Miguel removes his grasp from your shoulders before his webs reach out to take the gun. He jumps forward before sliding an electronic field towards the mans feet. Keeping him Locked inside the red diamond shape border.

You leap your way towards the Spider women, as she tries to approach her dad who is struggling to get out.

"Hey, no. Just breath." You advise, you know it's not helping but that's all the words your mouth can form.

"We got you, right Miguel?" You question as your body enveloped the girls before you, she sobs as you hold her, like a motherly figure. All Miguel does is sigh as he grabs ahold of the trapped vulture while opening the portal.

"Lyla, scan this mess." Miguel mumbles, Lyla does as she was advised before responding to the big man "No further anomalies, canon remains intact." She Informs, Miguel nods before standing up with the vulture in is grasp, you approach Miguel with guilt in your eyes as you take off your mask, your hair flowing down to its respected place.

"We can't just leave her here, Miguel. She's doing this on her own." Your voice is filled with remorse you look back as she stares at her dad with the most heart breaking face you've seen in a while, Miguel looks back at the scene as well. Studying their features before finally speaking up. "Yeah, you're right." He utters as your eyebrows raise. You've never, ever heard that fraise escape his mouth. Internally, you are cheering. But externally, your face just has a smile plastered to it.

"Well, join the club." Miguel replies, passing her the Spider Society travel watch as he peers back at you, you nod in approval as he throws the vulture back into the portal and strides in himself. You follow close behind him as you still keep eyes on the girl.

The Spiderwomen observes the watch and her dad for what felt like hours before running towards the portal and following you back to what you call home.

All you can think now is what you once called a trio, is now a group.

[lowrezbonuslevel]

oc ask game!!! :DD im obsessed with your ocs omg 😭😭

🕸️/🥀 for tillda

🧋/🪄 for zed

Omg thanks that's a big big compliment :,)

Here are the answers:

--- (For Tillda) ---

Q: "🕸️ (Spiderweb) - Create a bouquet inspired by your OC! It can be based on their colour palette, flower language and symbolism, whatever they like best, or any combination of the three."

A: I wonder what Tillda's favorite flower is? Forget-me-not? Ha ha ha. ...But seriously, I put 'em in there.

White lilies are the national flower of Italy. Supposedly, chrysanthemums represent mourning there?

Mimosas are said to represent women.

I just added lilacs because of her color scheme.

Common understandings of flower symbolism seem kinda shaky and varied at best, except for the REALLY popular ones (roses for love, etc.), so I didn't take the "deeper meanings" here too seriously.

(rest of the answers under the cut)

Q: "🥀 (Wilted Rose) - Do they have a Soul form? What would it look and act like? How much control over themselves do they have? Is it still possible to save them, or are they too far gone?"

A: Well... I wonder how she'd become "Tillda Soul" in the first place. In the Kirby series, "soul forms" usually come about because of plot-defining magic shenanigans (messing with ancient artifacts, toying with destructive power, etc.), which Tillda tends not to involve herself in. But I could see her flying to close too the sun for the sake of Zed or her brother. For fun, I've drawn up what a "Tillda Soul" might look like.

I don't think Tillda's soul form would be "beyond saving" by any means. She's brash, but she's squishy on the inside. Hugs melt her.

Let's see: Tillda is stubborn, and if anything, trying to fight her would push her further away from the light, so to fix things, we'd better just give her a glass of warm milk and put her to bed. Hope you feel better in the morning, Tillda!

--- (For Zed) ---

Q: "🧋 (Boba Tea) - Come up with a Kirby Café item themed around your OC! It can be a savoury dish, a drink, a dessert, or something else entirely."

I would pick a bento box because it seems like something Zed would take to work :) And fish is one of their favorite things to eat. Made a few sketches but nothing big.

Possible blurb:

"Enjoy a balanced meal with fluffy rice, baked fish, tasty melon, and an assortment of nutritious vegetables. It's a practical lunch for hard-working felines everywhere, and it comes in a sturdy, decorated box that looks just like the one owned by a certain N-Z."

(Yeah while brainstorming/researching this one I found out that, as a species, cats really like melon? And scientists think it's because melons give off a scent similar to something in meat that cats like?? Who discovered this and why??? I guess all those videos of cats utterly destroying watermelon weren't flukes... Zed is 70% honeydew confirmed)

Q: "🪄 (Magic Wand) - Are they capable of wielding magic? Is it a learned skill, or is it innate? What sorts of spells can they cast? Do they possess any magical items or artifacts? [e.g. the Dimensional Mantle]"

Zed is kind of inherently "magic" since they're made of Dark Matter, but they don't have any flashy spell-casting abilities a la Magolor or Taranza (or Tillda herself, to a lesser extent). Maybe Zed would be a decent magic user if they practiced, but they've never really cared to.

Their shape-shifting abilities mean flying is easy enough.

Their visor is hand-made and probably has some magic properties. I won't reveal its name or why Zed wears it (partly because "spoilers!" but mostly because I still need some time to work it out lmao), but it does come in handy often and is capable of more than meets the eye. (Or the zero, I guess. Hardy-har.)

That's everything answered, I hope! Thanks for your submission, and thanks again for enjoying my posts about these two! :)

[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

“Tea, and a warm feeling”

Summery: based on the prompt “you make me tea when I’m sick and I get the urge to kiss you. deliriously I ask if I can. You come the the conclusion that we’ll kiss after I stop sneezing.” Friends to lovers fluffy fluff

A/n: oh my god me??? Posting a fic??!! Who knew I could do that lmao. Anyways this is for the lovely anon who requested this. I had a little trouble writing it as y’all could tell from how long this took because I have trouble writing for someone I don’t feel attracted to 😭🤣 because life has been busy and because I can barely write fluff lol. But I tired really hard to! And I hope this is up to your expectations, dear anon. And I hope everyone else to reads it likes it as well :)

warnings/info: Mentions of food, obviously sick reader, kissing, extremely fluffy, as fluffy as I could make it, a very small mention of underwear in a laundry basket (🤣,) reader and seungmin are really good friends, friends to lovers, a couple curse words, mentions of drifting off to sleep (man, if I could do that lol) and I think that’s it! Please let me know if I missed anything!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper”. This is in no way meant to be taken as anything actual or a real representation of anyone.~

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When you had sent Seungmin a plain "S.O.S" text, (which was code for "get over here and bring food") you didn't expect him to come over so quickly. What? Was he waiting down the street or something? He dropped off the food onto your bedside table and unknotted the bag, taking the styrofoam container out and letting that sweet sweet smell of comfort food waft through the air of your room to your nose. He wondered why he was so fast getting over to your place too. It did more than cross his mind about why both of you acted like this with each other.

It wasn't like you two were together. Nonetheless, an electric shock shot up his back at the thought. You and him-- being together. He tried to dismiss the feeling of his hands shaking, his mind spinning, and his heart thumping in an erratic pattern as he handed you a fork for your food. "You're not gonna have any?" You asked nasally, nose so clogged that it sounded like someone had stuffed half a box of tissues in each nostril. He visibly perks up at your words. "There's plenty." You remind him. How come now that hes here he suddenly can't think of anything besides you? 

It was odd, but he still liked having his mind blank and only clouded by you. The thought of you made nice clouds. How could he suddenly forget that he had gotten two servings so both of you can eat your late lunch? "I know, I know." He sung, getting up to get a dish from your kitchen. He comes back to you on your bed, bundled up in blankets, head against the wall, and skin a couple shades darker than usual. 

"You didn't put your fork in again, right? I don't want to get infected." He laughs. But really, the both of you knew that he was only joking. If you needed to, he'd let you have the last piece of food that existed at the expence of him. Just so you could be a little stronger. Even more so, anytime you came over to where he lived you could take his favorite snack and "barrow" his jewelry. You did that sometimes-- take some of his rings or necklaces then giving them back later, asking of course, but it always made him smile when  he saw you wearing them. It made him feel like... like wearever you were you could have something of his that reminds you of him. That you thought of him throughout your day. Overall made him feel just that much closer to you. Not just that you were wearing it, but also because he let you take it in the first place

"No, Seungmin," You wheezed out a laugh, "I'm not trying to poison you." He takes a bite from his own portion. "Yeah, that would be pretty out of the ordenary for you. I didn't do anything deserving of death by good food." He triesm god, he really tries to make you feel better at a time like this. He just wants you to forget about whatever is hurting and how you can't breath through your nose and to feel relaxed. Having that calm feeling and enviornment always helps when youre sick. Whnever you try to speak, even if it is to give a small word of agreement to whatever he talks about, he urges you with more concern than a mother to "Please, not talk if it'll hurt your voice and throat even more." Noting about a speady recovery has anything to do with making your thoat even more sore ans scratchy. He hands you your water when you start to sit up, antisipating your moves like he was inside your head. 

His fingers slid against yours, making him look up at you in surprise. You didn;t seem to mind though, a smug smile on your face like you were the mastermind in all this-- like you had wanted for it to happen anyways. He thought about, not just the very distracting tingling feeling now spread up his hands; the type you'd get when on the edge of a cliff in your feet. Somehow, in all of it, the waters down below him looked safe as ever. BEcause they were... they had you in them. The ocean that was you that seemed to be calling out to him, airy feeling intering his lungs and scent wafting past in nose... it was warm, and safe, and inviting. 

He quickly withdrew his hand when the glass he had filled up when he got here was gripped in your hand. That was another thing: he never failed to make double sure that you had it. Whatever it was didn’t really matter. But what was important was how before ever letting go he would make sure you could handle it. Whether that be a glass of water when you're sick or something bigger. But he always, and I mean always made sure you were good with whatever it was. 

He also thought about the reason why he was so in tune. You only had to move an inch and he already realized what you wanted. "Shouldn't you be sitting farther away? Whatever this is, it's nasty you don't want it." He was in such a deep daze that you had finished talking before he could gently scold you about talking. WHy hadn't he thought of that? He wondered. Well, if he was farther away how would he bring you your water so you wouldn't have to get up when you needed it? Reluctantly thought, he still got up and moved across your bedroom. He still had his mind about him, you know.

once you Finish your food, he stands up with a jolt. You raise your head, sensing he had an idea. You liked his ideas. Most of the time, that is. But no matter what, whenever he’d give them you’d listen. Knowing that it could take some courage and lots of effort to formulate them and to put them into the right words. He pats his knees as if you weren’t already giving him rapt attention. Your eyes only on him. Him and his wide eyes. “You know what? You need some tea, yeah?” Your dry mouth watered at the thought of something warm and soothing slide down your throat. 

You can't help but smile at his request, and he knows it, getting up to your kitchen. Thats just who he he is, thats just how you both are. Making each other smile and press your lips together and look down at your shoes and the stupidest things. You hear your stove turn on, it was always loud. He had stayed over one night and you two had shared a joke about waking the neighbors and getting noise complaints. BUt it never made you feel unsafe or uneasy about it. Rather, the jokes you two took part in, the minutes of his and yours lives were you could both just breath? It made you noting short of calm. Thats what he always did for you. 

In a matter of a few minutes the tea was done. Your body was still flopped on your bed as you hear his socks slide across your floor. You could barely smell it, the faint whiff of the herbs he brought into your bedroom soothed you none the less. Your eyes were heavier than the pit growing in your stomach. You wanted so badly to blame it on how it was only his affection while taking care of you that made you feel this way. How you didn't even need to ask and he was there. He didn't really do that for anyone else right?

But you cant think about that now, can you. Not when he's two feet into your door and placing a cup with a plate on top, and telling you not to  drink it for a few minutes because it needs to steep. "I'm not a baby, you know." You grumble as if he's just told you not to touch the hot stove. "I know you're not... baby." he laughs, bumping  you with his shoulder. It's a tease, for sure. Stupid little confident menacing tone passing out from his stupid pretty lips along with words that should either make you mad or chuckle and not melt further into your pile of blankets like you are.

"Thought you--" You say, mostly through your clogged nose. He tisks and rolls his eyes as you, reaching over to your nightstand and giving you your phone. "No talking." He says as soft as a fluffy blanket washed in fabric softener and fresh out the dryer-- still warm and comfy. You snatch your phone out of his hands. The same ones that rub your shoulders when you're stressed. The same ones that fix something on  your clothes or hand you an item he thinks is "cute" and he thinks "would look cute on you." 

"If its so cute why dont you wear it? They have your size." you sometimes say. "But it's for you. I said it would look cute on you. Not on me, not on the hanger. You. Colors go nice with your skin." he always smiles back.

What is it?

You see pop up at the top of your screen. Not unlike what happens between the both of you usually. Back and forth, up making your heart jump with anticipation then back down again and making your stomach sink, dodging thoughts and feelings with halfway written then scrapped text after halfway written and scrapped text. 

Thought you didn't wanna get my germs?

You say. And to your surprise his body doesn't shoot up in disgust. Youre laying on your side, unable to really see him on the other end of your bed. 

Look up

The second you do he points to his mask. You see the sides of his eys crinkle like tissue paper from a bagged gift. You smile. But really, in this room, he is the gift. Not the tea or food he brought. Him. His care. The warm feeling he brings along with him everywhere he goes. You see it like a trail following him. Slight and hard to see. But still there none the less. He seems to breathe in air and let out warmth to all around him. 

whyr you smiling at me?

The buzz in your hand makes you come back to reality, looking at your phone. Why are you smiling at him? You know why. You don’t like to think about it, though. Because the more the thought of him lingers in your mind like the memory of a good dream, the more you know you’ll smile at him. The more he might figure it out. The more you think about it, the more you’ll be admitting to yourself how much you like him.

And my fucking god, you really do like him. Before you can think of it any more, you quickly type something out that isn’t a four paragraph long love letter/confession to the man. 

Noting weirdo 

Your eyes catch his roll from above his mask, leaning further away from you. You think it’s just him being dramatic. But really, how dramatic is physically having to move yourself away from someone to keep yourself from embracing them? How dramatic would having to scoot further away because oh my god how did they get even cuter just now? Doesn’t matter that you’re sick. To him, you took one smiley look at him and it has his brain pushing himself toward you. He grips the footboard of your bed for support as he gulps. He sounds stupid, he knows. But he can help smiling when you smile… or when you wrinkle your nose…. Or when you look down at your hands and play with your sleeves or fingers… or when you— he has to stop. He seriously has to stop thinking like this. You’re his friend. Not someone to swoon over. 

Drink your stupid tea

“Stupid? You made it lol” you’re about to type, 

But Before you can wonder why the hell he’s put so many emanation points on his text, the coffee mug of tea is already to your lips, plate in his hand as he crouches down in front of you. “You ok there, Seungmin?” You wonder, almost laughing at, not only how quickly this all transpired, but also at the very uncomfortable and awkward position he’s in. “Tea!” He reminds you, nearly grunting as he puts the plate on the bedside table. “Dude, you’re gonna fall—“ him pushing the tea closer to your lips effectively shuts you up. 

you give up, finally drinking the warm liquid, soothing you immediately. And thus, soon, you’re falling half asleep with him still at your feet, now occupying himself with folding the laundry you’ve had in a basket since you’d gotten sick a couple days ago. You wonder if he’s sure he really wants to spend his time on your floor. You pick up your phone to ask him through text, knowing the tisky look he’lol give you if you didn’t save your voice. 

“oh?” He wonders aloud, the thought of wanting to get up from beside you never crossed his mind, “no, I’m good here.” You see his cheeks lift up and eyes crinkle in a smile you can’t help but return. 

I just feel so bad 

You say, and you’re not lying. Your floor hasn’t been cleaned in a while. Not being done when you usually do it because of well, being terribly sick. Why was he being so sickeningly sweet? Folding your clothes on his own initiative…You already had a bad infection of some type, you didn’t need anything else. 

duh ur sick 🙄

You’d kick him in the head with your foot if you weren’t so week and buried under so many blankets it feels like a ton of bricks is on top of you, rendering you unable to move. And he’s not wrong, though. You felt more tired than you think you had in several months. Tea soothing you, acting as a lullaby to drift you to sleep. Nose is as runny as ever, too. Maybe some sleep would do you good. 

“Go do sleep” He said, as if reading your mind. You’d jump back in surprise if, again, you could move. He didn’t even need to turn his head to know how tired you were the second you stopped rocking back and forth to warm yourself. “I’ll be here.” He says. A Small voice, but something you heard loud and clear. 

You can leave if you want!

He gave you a knowing look, like: I don’t think you want me to. And, as always, Seungmin was right. You didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to climb in your bed and cuddle you to help you stay warm, not really caring if you got him sick. “I’ll stay.” He says definitively. You know he’s not gonna budge. And quite frankly, you don’t want him to. Honestly, you only told him he didn’t have to as a formality. “I’ve got food and a phone charger. Plus, you” he chuckled. “That’s what friends are for.” He shrugs like: welp that’s my job. And neither of you want to think too much about how you don’t want the word friends to be the only thing people describe you as. 

You made me tea already tho…

“That, I did.” 

You smile to yourself, comfortable silence sitting between the two of you, you falling into an even more tired state as the clock ticks on, and on, and on, and on. Finally, you take the last swig of your now room temperature tea. Still tastes good, you think. And Seungmin is still on your floor. 

A while later and— You’re half asleep when you ask him. That’s what you blame it on. If you had your minds about you, maybe you would've paid more attention to how he was getting to the bottom of your laundry basket and how you definitely did NOT want him to see your underwear. See? You were Delirious and sick, you ask 

“Man, that tea was so good I could kiss you. Wanna?” You slur your words, nodding off. Your hand is over your feverish and aching head, trying to keep the pain at bay. You don't even realize what you're saying when you do. Only thinking of it as something more than just a simple question to your best friend when he looks at you differently than he ever has. No fear is behind his perfect eyes though. Rather, love and warmth for you is the only thing that adorns them. He stops folding mid-shirt, a couple others on his lap. And all he does for the next minute is look into your eyes

You don't shrink back, fearing that if you do, you'll miss something in his eyes, telling you what his next move is. You almost want to say you're sorry. But really, you're not by bringing it up. You have the urge to kiss him most of the time he's around you, why not at least make it known? Him placing the clothes with the others folded neatly in a pile and inching closer to you brings you out of your thoughts. You look him up and down, your palms glued to your sides as he leans over your figure in your bed. All his weight on his knuckles on either side is you. And you can hear him swallow the lump formed in his throat before speaking, "Sure, we can kiss after you stop coughing so I don't get infected. Once you can talk, too." You see a smile adorning his eyes and you can't help but look down in admiration at him as he sinks back to your floor to fold the remainder of your clothes.

Because of how out of it your were, you don't think much about it, only smiling to yourself as a blissful feeling as relaxed as his expression fills your body. Suddenly you feel warm and at peace. And you can finally drift away into sleep. 

A couple minutes later and he's patting your clothes to get them a little neater inside your drawer and scooting the laundry basket away. He wants to say something, to talk to you more about what you had just suggested and what he'd said. Not taking it back, bacuse, you were well, you, he'd be a fool not to jump at the opportunity to be close to you like that. He presses his lips together as he remembers how much he dreams about it. And he's about to step away but then, a spur of the moment choice, he leans back and whispers to your sleeping form, "I'd like that more than you'd imagine. Sleep well, please get better."

He says the last part honestly. But really, this was you he was talking about. You getting better meant he could kiss you. Fast recovery equills faster he can fill you soft as butter lips on his. He wants to you get better, he swears, but you kissing him just made it all the more better. 

A few days later and you text him that you're feeling better. You would've called but you didn't want him to know about all the excitement in your voice just yet. Did he really need to know? You two had still kept in contact with each other those few days . But with the passing of time all he could think about and do was coming over again and again-- making you hot drinks to warm you. As nice as they felt in your stomach and on your tongue, his smile to you placing the hot drink on your bedside table is what really made your insides heat up before taking the first sip. Mouth never burned, but cheeks hurting from smiling so much. 

He practically jumped up from where he was sitting when he got your text. He takes a breath as his fingers hover over the keypad. "You sure?" He laughs when he gets sent back a wordless picture of you flipping him off. Guess so, he thinks.

And now, here he is, hot drinks in his hand that he insisted on making for you again. You guide his hands to put them on the bedside table, now not so littered with tissues you didn't even know where the bottom is. 

His hands find their way to your forearms. Seungmin, careful as ever as he looks into your eyes for whatever reaction you wanted out of him. If it all was a joke? Or if you did really wanna try. All he knew is that he liked you. So so so much. And he wanted, no needed to have this with you. but if it was a joke he didnt think he could handle it. His lips sink into yours. Softly. Like the breath of air you and him breath out at the contact.

His finger tips trail up and down your arms, running slow delicate circles right above your elbows. He wants to gasp you tighter, make sure you never can leave leave… at least for the time being. But he can’t seem to find the will to move from this perfect place he’s in with you. Even an inch. You, with your pretty couple fingers locked behind his neck. You, and him, making warmth spread throughout the both of your body’s as if he’s your own personal radiator. You might not still be sick and shivering cold, but you don’t temper feeling this wonderfully warm before this. Were you somehow always this cold beforehand?

A breeze seems to flow through your body even thought the windows aren’t open. Carrying with it the sweet smell of his cologne, smiles and new beginnings. Bringing the smell of his world to yours in a way it hadn’t been before. The breeze flowing through both of you and carrying something spring like and new. 

~~End

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First of all, I LOVED THE UPDATE OF OLD HAUNTS. Second I am now Craving for a back story especially with what was written in the new chapter, you have me HOOKED.

😭 Thank you so much!! Oh yes, I’m absolutely working on a prequel. I plan to post it once Old Haunts is finished just so I’m not having too many stories to update at once. BUT how about a little snippet of it??

For context: This is after Chrissy escapes the upside down and is hiding out with Eddie at Reefer Rick’s:

***

The knocks help. Their secret little code.

Four beats. The question.

Are you still there?

Two beats. The answer.

I’m here.

He does it twice while she changes after her shower.

Even a thin wall between them is too much.

Nancy and Steve drop off a box of food, clothes, and supplies.

It’s left on the front steps, with a note on where to meet in the morning. He sighs, picking it up and carrying it to the living room.

She’s sitting in the middle of the couch, in his flannel that looks like it could swallow her whole, her arms wrapped around her knees, head against them, resting to the side. Her hair is still partially wet from her shower. She looks small and tired… she’s not moving.

“Chrissy?” he beckons worriedly, blood running cold.

Chrissy, wake up! C’mon, Chrissy!

She looks up at him and smiles a sweet little smile, her blue eyes shining in the evening light, clear of any pale foggy gloss.

I’m here.

His relief is palpable as he makes his way over to her, setting the box on the coffee table before looking through it.

“Care package.” he supplies, feeling her curious eyes on him. He glances up to see her smile gone, she looks pale, light bruising under her eyes.

“We should probably eat something.” he muses out loud, as he digs through. There’s two apples, a loaf of sliced bread, a bag of rice, saltines, Jiff, jam, a box of pasta, Poptarts, canned vegetables, soups, bottled water, soda, Slim Jim’s.

“Very nutritious, Wheeler,” he quips at the box. “All of the food groups are represented.”

Chrissy emits a soft, amused snort and Eddie gives her a wry smile as he takes a bite of an apple. It’s thick skinned and a little mealy, but hungry as he is, it’s damn near the most delicious thing he has ever tasted.

She's still watching him, fixated.

Undaunted, he keeps her gaze as he chews, wiping the juice from the fruit dripping down his chin with the sleeve of his shirt.

Eat your heart out, Cunningham, I’ve been watching you a lot longer.

“You hungry?”

She shakes her head slowly, turning back to rest on her knees, forfeiting their staring contest.

He frowns. “When was the last time you ate something?”

He’s already doing the math in his head. Three days in that hell hole. She never eats lunch at school. He picked her up right after the game.

Four days!?

She shrugs her shoulders in reply.

“Chrissy…”

“I’m not hungry.” she murmurs softly. It’s the first time she’s spoken in hours.

“Yeah, well, you have to eat something,'' he insists, grabbing a sleeve of saltines and a soda, coming to sit beside her. She turns further away from him. He gives her a few seconds before gently nudging her with his elbow.

Fucking pushing a full work week without eating anything.

“Chrissy, c’mon.” he whispers. Forget the demon from a parallel universe she somehow managed to survive, he’s going to lose her to something as base as starvation.

“I can’t, Eddie.”

“You have to try.” he pleads gently.

“No.” She shakes her head vigorously, meeting his gaze. “…I’ll just get sick.” she tells him, like it’s a big dark secret, tears in the corner of her eyes. She buries her face in her hands. “I don’t want to get sick.”

[mikeyelistsukasa]

im just in need of comfort 😭😭

So like.. he just comforts us after having a bad or stressful day :,) cuddles and hugs added, words of affirmation stuff like that

You forgot to say who😭 but don’t worry i made hanako since your blog says you love him haha(at least i think so). I hope this request will cheer you up even if its not much! (9th request)

Hanako Comforting their Darling after a bad day

Oh oh oh why are you not smiling:(

You’re supposed to smile enjoying cleaning toilets like the others😁

„What’s wrong my darling s/o?“

„Its nothing serious don’t worry…“

Doesn’t believe you :(

Brings you out and asks a bit more sternly

„okay please tell me whats wrong. Are you sick or something? You can not clean the toilets today“

You eventually break down crying from all the stress

God he thought he was too mean and hurted your feelings

„Heyhey! Please don’t cry! Its alright im here for you“

You say in between your sobs

„Its just *hic* that today was such a pain in the butt!“

Sits down and strokes your hair

„Shhh shhh its alright.When you calm down. Tell me everything that happened and when i say everything then that means every.little.thing“

If it was something with family issues he would try (key word try) to give you some advice.if your parents were in the wrong one he would be mad and tell you to tell them how you felt about what they said to you. If you were in the wrong one he would totally go to kou ask him to bake some donuts with you to cheer you up and then wrap it cutely in a box with him and then you will gift it to your parents :].

If it was because someone here at school like bullied you or something he would ask you for their name

„So.do you by any chance know the persons name…?“

Thats question gave you chills for some reason

„No hanako i wont let you hurt the person -^-“

„Aw come on! He deserved it!“

„No means no“

He would find out no matter what but wouldn’t tell you

I mean what if it will make you even more upset. He doesn’t want that

Small oneshot

You were having lunch all alone because your friends have been avoiding you lately.you’re not sure why but you didn’t care that much (it did hurt though) you wished hanako would be here but he was with yashiro and kou somewhere. Why didn’t they ask me if i wanted to come too? You wondered. When suddenly you felt someone tap you by your shoulder „yahoo~“ „oh!you guys came back!…where were you?“ „oh nothing important“ „oh heh okay..“ you don’t know why but you teared up a bit at that answer as if you’re not worth to know. You were about to get your lunchbox out of your bag until you realized its not in there (did i forget it again??? Come on) you thought. You sigh loudly to which turned hanako‘s attention to you. „Whats wrong?“ “nothing just a bit tired“ „then you should eat! To regain your strength:D“ „im not hungry right now…“ :(. „Follow me Honey!“ you blushed slightly at the nickname but brushed it off quickly. You guys went into the…school‘s kitchen? As you opened the door the first thing you hear is „SUPRISEEEE“ you were startled by the yelling but mostly at the cake that was in front of you „huh? What is going on?“ You were so confused right now „we made you a cake!“ hanako said cheerfully „ah thank you but…you do know its not my birthday today right?“ „we know! We just decided to make you this cake because we’ve seen how stressful your day was today!“ kou said while yashiro nodded in agreement „and also we were the ones that stole your lunchbox so you wouldn’t be full. Sorry about that hehe“ so thats where your lunchbox went. You smiled softly „you guys are the best…“ is all you could say as you all four ate the cake. You were so glad that you have them in your life.someone loved you so much to do this just because you were a bit different today.and you loved them all aswell.

I seriously hope i made an ok job and left you satisfied! Thank you for your wonderful request please visit again!!!!!💙

[farfrompleasant]

Girl my dumbass is Back in Utah! What am I doing, AHHHHHHH!!!

It's pretty here and worth a visit but I did hear a honky tonk song when I stopped for lunch (I'm not kidding the words honky tonk was IN the lyrics! 😭)

(and they sold underwear and slippers in the foyer, which is... a choice 😳)

Happy Freyja Friday lol

I love that picture so much! It looks like she's wearing lipstick 🥺 my goodness I can't handle it!

Okay I'd fully have a heart attack if I had Freyja and then couldn't find her when she went to hide! My god this girl puts you through it!!!

I hope she meets your coworkers box turtles too. Are there other animals she can somewhat safely meet? She'd look so adorable with her nonchalant butt just living her best unbothered life 😎

Oh man you're so on top of things! I'd 100% forget that I'd had her out too long and look down to realize she was covered in her stress spots 😭

Now that I see her face in the baby picture I can tell that her jaw does look different after her run in with metabolic bone disease 😢 but I am still of the opinion that she looks super badass! I can see her with a cigar hanging off of the side of her mouth, saying "...you want to know how I got this scar?" 🤣 Like a film noir heroine 😍

Not to worry, Nova is effectively healed! No exaggeration she is doing phenomenally and enjoys car rides and barking at loud motorcycles 😎

Super late but Happy Freyja Friday 🥳🥳🥳

You’re back in Utah?! Really??? Uh… um why? I’d love to know what you’re doing 👀 Utah huh 🤔 is it rural-ish? I’m guessing it is if honky tonk has anything to do with it 😅

Idk why but I thought of that one movie with the gremlins when you said she look like she’s wearing lipstick 💀

This one but Freyja’s adorable ☺️ speaking of adorable when I came home from “celebrating” the fourth, this is what I came home to:

Through fireworks and all, she effortlessly managed to fall sound asleep 💀💀💀 the queen of unbothered fits her so well 💅🏾

She does put me through it but you know what? She’s kinda predictable when it comes to finding her… Freyja loves to nap so she will hide in a shaded area, all of which is reachable so it’s no biggie c:

I’m not really sure about that, but I have considered going to a reptile expo… I could bring her but I’m scared that she’ll get overwhelmed 😅

I try to be, but I honestly put a timer on and seal off door ways or spaces she could possibly waddle into 💀 I forget how small she really is once I remove her pancaking butt from her enclosure 😅 she’s soo tiny! Freyja’s body (not including her tail) is the size of my hand; she’s quite literally a handful 🥰🥺 She really exudes so much spunk for a little one, you know? That’s my Freyby girl 😆

Nova 🥹🥹🥹 she sounds super lively and I think she’ll definitely fit in with a possessed Abbie and a lethargic Lizzie; such good dynamics tbh I hope to hear more about your girls and boys, from the little I’ve gathered from our talky-talks they seem to have so much character 🥰