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COLORCODED TMNT AU RANT (with no edits) PART 3

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Mikey has a shit ton of nicknames : Mikey, Mike, Mikey Mike (separate from the two first), Mikester, Painty, Sticker boi, Angel, Angelo Raph doesn't have much, just the occasional : Anger machine, Pointy, Phael, Pha. Meets is Meets, they did try one : Meaty. It did not stick. Leo is : General, Chief, Flake (snowflake that was shorten), Sensei (mocking), Boss, Braincell boy (when he's alone with mikey), Narnar, Nardo. Donnie is : Techy, Natello, Tel, Tello, Explosion man, Disaster boy, problem, Don, D April is : Neil, Champ, Winwin, Fluff. Casey doesn't have any yet, he's too recent, but they do throw some around from time to time : JJ, Deok-Su (not really a nickname jgirejger), Edgy Boy, Emo, Splits, Case. Splinter : Dad, Daddyo, Papa, Oto-san, Splinty (only from April), Mr. Splinter sir, Yoshi

So season 1 is all about the Kraang's menace, with a sideline of Shredder but not much, just enough to distract them a little from the Kraangs before they wipe out the city Now Season 1 also has to introduce the mutanimals, metalhead (maybe same episode ?), April gets a gun and a role in the team (could get coupled with a b plot), Karai becomes Shredder (over several episodes) and some daily life eps and fillers because MY GOD do I miss some good fillers in nowadays shows sometimes Like yes !!! I love plot !!! But please let me breathe a little S1 ep 1 would be the pilot, idk if 20 or 40 minutes long, probably in between these two, since it has to introduce : the turtle family, April, Casey, their relationships (should be done in tje first few minutes for april and turtle family), the kraang threat, and the entire "let's sneak out and beat down a random thief that will happen to be casey" While maybe setting up in tje background some of the future eps Like let's push as much foreshadowing in the first ep as possible so it ties back nicely to the rest of the show

2nd ep I would feel like should be about the turtles figuring out how to move around, maybe beat down some people and learn how to use their new environment while discovering the city. Could have a b plot of Casey actually formally meeting them. 3rd ep they discover the kraang menace during patrol, and instead of being all like "mmmh =-= what's going here... Sound sketchy znd weird let's learn as much as possible", freak out and retreat to the lair and just panic explains everything to Splinter, Casey and April. They don't believe them. #2012 mikey moment but with the whole team. The ep would go the turtles proving what they saw, Casey becoming part of the patrol team and Donnie getting his hands on some kraang tech (not much), setting up the soon to be metalhead ep 4th ep they investigate more what the fuck are the weird alien thingies doing. They infiltrate one of their base and find out absolutely nothing because none of the aliens speak english. So nothing is written in english. They do take a shit ton of pictures in hope to decipher it later. B plot, while team A is infiltrating the base, Team B is on lookout and they run into Baxter Stockman. That's when Buckle is born and also they find out what the hell the green thing was.

5th ep, in the background Donnie has just finished making Shelldon and presents him to the team. He doesn't mention it but we can see him making meets. It's a chill ep, just some family shenanigans with the pets. Casey meets Buckle. Raph and Leo want to try to make Shelldon a battle drone while Donnie and Mikey are very much against it. April and Splinter are looking for Ice cream kitty that disappeared and they're trying to hide it from mikey. 6th ep, the trio Donnie, Casey and April get some development, again a chill ep, smth like either everyone else got sick and they're looking for a cure or uhhh casey busted some of Metalhead's compunds and is trying to help Donnie get them back and April tags along, or donnie is missing pieces to continue Meets and Casey and April take him in the city to find some pieces... Smth along these 7th ep, Mikey is the one that finally figured out how to read the kraang's writing. I don't know how yet but he did. They find out about their obsession with imagination, and their plan to get it with the mutagene (which failed) and their brand new plan to directly extract it from people but whoops it kills them (work in progress). They're like "well wow that massively suck and it's on a huge scale how about we don't try doing this by ourselves" znd they try to warn the human authorities. Humans being humans, they don't believe them but now knows about their existence (which well they kinda did before because of rumors but now they know 100% (since in the colorcoded universe people knows actually mutants are a thing, and there are people that arz pro-mutants and people that are against mutants))

8th ep they play it low and stay in the lair instead of going on patrol, nice filler ep just fluffy family time, b plot we meet the mutanimals.

9th ep, Metalhead ep ! It's them !!! It's the boi (genderless) !!!! So Donnie presents them to his brothers, saying it's an IA blah blah blah, then they watch a movie where it's like "ooooooh evil IA they all realize humans sucks actually and kills them all" which makes them uncomfortable with Metalhead (who is not on), cue the "let's deactivate them" Meets yeeting thz fuck out to the mutanimals and the turtles meeting thz mutanimals and adopting meets

no actually when Leo lose his braincells, Meets is the second Leo guihgeru it's one of the thing about his brothers Donnie coded in the original program before the IA evolved

meets as soon as Leo is alone with Mikey : My time has come

i also want to slip in bonus shorts like 10 minutes long, of family shenanigans in the present and when they were young, including April and Casey as kids

like there's this part where you know how they aren't allowed to go too far in the lair ?

At some point when they were 10~11, they went anyway like "i ain't scared ):<" and then they kinda convinced themselves the place was haunted and never went back and when as teens casey asks about it they're like "bro no this place is haunted D:" i feel like it could be a fun ep ghioregheuri just 10 mins short, maybe an halloween special

Casey: "have you ever come back there since then?" Them: "lol no that place is scary af"

casey : "you. are fighting aliens like. every day" Them : "yeah but you don't get it this place is haunted"

it's it's a halloween special there would probably need to be a sort of threat, even if it's just their imagination, what did they think they saw? Fdhdf

i'm not sure yet but imagine it was just splinter messing with them to make sure they never go back he saw them preparing to sneak and go in and he followed them and scared them

it would be easy for a master ninja

maybe it could also JUST be them getting spooked it's easy to get spooked when you're 10, in a place dark you don't know a bit abandonned

THEY JUST GET REALLY SCARED AND DECIDE "AH HELL NAH"

i'm thinking April would be with them or go a bit after them (so like when they were young), going "yeah well I'm not scared >:)" but she'd be all alone in a dark place abandonned with rumors of it being haunted and Splinter wouldn't even intervene

but if casey had to go, first he'd be much older than they were, since they're 16, the others would still refuse to go, and Splinter would be like "welp i guess the secret is up now" but Casey would go in, alone with the lamp and come out like 10 minutes later screaming for his life because turns out the place is actually haunted

Meets, who's room is the closest to the not-allowed part : sweats intensifies

They're also a teen and they just learned this is in fact haunted and they are not one to dispute their brothers words "you say it's haunted ? that's factually impossible however every metal bones in my body trusts you and now i'm scared"

In the 10th ep, April finally learns about the Kraang's plan (which they kept from her), and HEAVILY insists to help them. They're hesitant about it but Leo straight up refuses, and she gets upset. Later during patrol with jis bros and Casey they talk about it and they're like "mate you should give her a chance, you gave Casey a chance and look at him now" and Leo is like ): but what if she gets hurt,,, she can't fight ! April (who had been following them without them noticing (which is already a proof she's skilled)) is like ):< well i'm gonna show him. They run into the Kraang and start a battle and April sees it as a chance to prove herself. She tries to sneak and grab one of the Kraang's gun but gets spotted and saved by Leo who gives her a VERY dirty look before finishing the battle. Once it's done he stomps over and they get into a yelling match (yey), until April convinces him to give her a real chance, using the skills she has (namely, a good shooter since when she was very little and her parents were still together, her mom wanted her to be able to fend for herself and she was given daily lesson for around 8 years. She only recently had to stop). She succeeds the test and Leo, still very not happy about it, "accepts" her in the team. After that we see his opinion improves about her position in the team during the episodes, as a background thing. She gets her own donnie made gun in the beginning of the next ep, too :)

Ep 11, chill ep, maybe a special for a holiday or smth, just a breather ajdcjzvd Ep 12, introduction of the Foot as a problem (until then there were some bits and pieces of Karai's and Saki's story here and there). The kids find Saki's corpse on patrol and recognizes him from Splinter's pictures and bring him back home. Yada yada grief, he gets a tomb, they realized something bad happened and investigate the Foot. Donnie and Raph are against distracting themselves from the KRAANG, but the other disagrees. Donnie and Raph don't go in the first place but then have tp rescue the others that got captured (and got a bunch of infos with it). They learn that the Foot went bad, and that there's a new leader the "Shredder". They learn they plan on dominating the city and invade bits by bits the world so the Foot rules over everything, as it should. Donnie and Raph acknowledges it's a problem and agrees to help as long as their main priority is the Kraangs (modifié) Ep 13, chill ep, Mikey centered with a b plot involving Meets introducing the turtle family to their sign language because they had grown tired of writing in a notebook.

when meets officially becomes part of the family, there's an awkward amount of time where he doesn't know what to say instead of "my sons" cue a lot of laughters from his kids when he calls them "my spawns" "my kins" "my beloveds" "my children" etc He ends up settling on "my turtles" Meets really hates being reminded THEY'RE a bot so even Splinter calls THEM Meets even tho he calls his other kids their full names

do you think Meets ever asks Donnie for upgrades ?

Well there is some moments where they do but usually they're content with what they have It's like, they ask when it's smth that will help them (silent flying thing to be discreet), not just going up to him like "eyyy upgrade my dude ?"

I feel like Mikey would try to get them to get more cool upgrades zgdvf, he'd be like "dude, you should ask Donnie for super fast rocket boosters, or an ice cream machine, heck yea, that'd be awesome!" xD

Oh he probably would XD Meets would just politely say no tho fhzvdjzcdh If Leo was the robot one, however, he'd probably end up with a shit ton of useless upgrades until donnie goes "okay that's enough"

Because Mikey and Leo together have 1 braincell

Mikey: "DONNIE! CAN YOU GIVE MEETS A GIANT ANIME SWORD?" Meets, signing: 'please no' Donnie: "what the fuck Mikey."

LMFAO I had forgotten this whole aroace mikey bit where he runs away from potential love interests

Mikey: "my handsomeness is both a blessing and a cruse"

"i'm handsome" UwU "you ARE handsome" fear

"i'm handsome but just for me. it is my handsome. don't touch"

absolutely LOVING how Joo-Hyun does the most BUCKWILD SHIT and then when asked how she just winks and goes "the power of magic" that is SO fucking funny to me Joo-Hyun : is loaded Joo-Hyun : has retrieved all contacts in a new phone without even knowing the people Joo-Hyun : "the power of magic ;)"

the power of hacking people's phones

the power of magic ? Yeah no i'm just really into illegal stuff why am i loaded ? i robbed a bank

Imagine she just has some random talents and says it's magic but also knows magic and you never know which one's which

i think i'm gonna make that canon actually. she's magic-y but she's also a criminal

"criminal" in the society's way i mean. she's super nice.

i could use that "criminal" thing to like criticize the rich and this kind of things. like she's didn't rob a bank, she robbed the super rich.

Casey: "damn, I have a wicked aunt :)"

casey the gun in the making

Donnie: "I will literally shoot you with this gun if you don't stop annoying me" April: "lol you wouldn't do that, you like me too much uvu" Donnie: "Don't fuckin test me"

Meets wardrobe : a bowtie

Mikey is soft/cute boy aesthetic, Raph is tough boy, Leo is slut aesthetic (he is not)/japanese inspired. These two are not in relation to eachothers, Donnie is techwear, Casey is Emo/Goth boy, April is Girl ™️

like don't put donnie in red but you can put any of the bois in green

omg they could literally be greenscreens

put them in front of a green screen they're invisible

Mikey: "GUYS LOOK I CAN MAKE MYSELF INVISIBLE ON CAMERA LMAO"

does Donnie have more than one pair of glasses?

yeah, but he usually wear the square one, he modified them the most heirohjtir like to zoom or so other things

lmaooo I imagine Mikey would sometimes take the gasses when Donnie's not using them and mess around with them he probably broke soem yea

Leo be like "I look better than you and I know it"

mikey be like : hehe fun clothes leo be like : haha i'm hotter than you

All the dresses are dresses Meets gave as a present for Christmas

meets looking at leo's casual ouftits "boi i know what i'm getting ya"

does Meets have money did they shoplift the dresses vhfbdh

meets has extensible arms they shoplift

Meets: happily giving the dresses everyone: "wait where did you get those"

bold of you to assume they don't all shoplift

maybe they would but imagine it was the first time Meets has ever stole anything and they're all like "wow, didn't think they had it in them to do that (impressed)"

baby’s first crime

Donnie would play Dnd if he could zvdge

oh absolutely sadly his family isn't interested

I NEED TO GIVE DONNIE AND LEO MATCHING TANAKO NO ICHI SHIRTS RGBUIEHBUE

They gave one to Mikey but he refuses to wear it

Mikey: "wow Meets, how did you find dresses that matches our aesthetics so perfectly?" Meets, who has gone through hundreds of different clothing stores to find them: [maaaaagic! :)]

Meets who hasn't been around for a while before gifting : :)

"oh so that's why you disappeared for so long"

Meets who broke the 4th wall to draw the dresses themself : :)

Meets who asked the writer to write them conveniently finding the perfect dresses despite it not being logical at all in canon: :)

(raph’s dress ) hot take : the dress looked like that at first, but meets added the embroideries (he learned from mikey)

most people look very "professional" in suits but I think they would very much not look professional efdjhbfd colorcoded Leo: "time to look SEXY AF"

(surprisingly they all turned out great)

i love it when like there's clothes in other languages that are like "wow super cool and neat" but actually the words are really stupid like water water sock grandma

i'm going to give mikey a shirt that's like really basic, just it says BUTT in giant letters in japanese

the boys at night going shoplifting and seeing this shirt : "LMFAO WHO'S GETTING IT"

Mikey: "I CALL DIBS ON THAT SHIRT"

Leo: "oh this is terrible I love it"

the boys everytime they come across a stupid japanese shirt : haha YES

the shirt wasn't orange it was like, idk red or something but Mikey wanted it so bad he recolored it to fit his color sceme dhdfbdf

Splinter : "you must learn to share Michelangelo" Mikey : "NEVER" dips the shirt in orange dye

Splinter, with a straight face: "Michelangelo, next time you find a butt shirt, you will have to give it to one of your brothers."

This is Donnie. Donnie has 2 hyper complicated futuristic ouftits in his wardrobe and the rest is normal. Be like Donnie.

do you think they'd try to go to a convention in cosplay disguises like the rise turtles efhdbfh

Leo and Donnie dragging Mikey to a Tanako no Ichi convention

Mikey, actually having fun at the convention but doesn't want to admit it: "this is terrible. I hate all of this. I should have stayed at home."

magical girls but it's the gender that's magical

sometimes i think about how conservative and traditional Yoshi used to be and then I look at his sons and i'm like "damn."

Raph: "s k u l l s h i r t >:)" Casey: "w i c k e d"

imagine Mikey asking people to put stickers on his shell because he can't to it himself zdgfvg Mikey: "HEY DONNIE! I got new stickers, can you put them on my shell :D?" Donnie: "AGAIN?? At how many stickers will you stop??" Mikey: "I will never stop."

Tanako no ichi

Mikey: "I still don't get this show. Why are they letting a bunch of kids save the world???" Leo: "Mikey, we've saved the world before." Mikey: "THAT'S DIFFERENT!"

Mikey: "we're ninjas, we can fight!" Donnie: "and they have magical powers, what's your point"

are you gonna make up any parallels/foreshadowing with the turtles' story like they did in the 2012 show ?

Yeah

Tanako no Ichi: has a world ending plot scenario Leo: "man, I sure hope that never happens here lmao" Donnie: "don't jinx us please"

and then it happens

imagine Casey's alter ego dies on screen (foreshadow his dad dies saving him) and they all turn to him and then collectively decide to stop watching for now

Casey: "Aw, that was my favorite character, how could they do that :'((??" Donnie: "I always thought they looked a lot like you, It's almost like this character was a reflection of you as a person and this was a sort of prophetic warning lmao" Casey: Casey: "How about we never watch this show again"

Donnie after Mikey asks if it's a reboot : "Well Mikey, since you asked so nicely, I will tell you that if presented as a reboot, it is not ! In fact, while keeping the same story and continuing the plot of the previous 12 seasons, they changed the designs that were very flawed and had numerous problems of cohesion. Take... uh butterfly girl. Her hair grew longer and thicker during the transformation sequence even tho none of the other characters had that ! Her Butterfly motif looked more like a ribbon and caused confusion, and a lot of people complained about "sexualized" design because of her bare legs but short skirt (even tho it was part of her character). There was also a story of plagiarism, that was debunked since then, but did participate in the redesign. Plus, the overall team cohesion was really bad, none of their ouftit even slightly mirorred eachothers. How did they fix it you ask ? Well, they gave to the team several similar points, especially with their motifs. Look at the 6 button middle, they all have it, with their motifs on the side ! There's a little mark on their cheeks, and-" Mikey : "put me out of my misery"

Mikey: "PLEASE NO MORE LORE"

Donnie : "Well actually that's not lore, it's just behind hte scenes informations that you asked for. However" pulls out a huge book Donnie : "If you want lore, Leo and I have been keeping track of everything and-"

Mikey: "NOOOOOOO-"

Donnie has buck teeth:)

sasuka exists purely so I can put merch on several turtles without messing up the colorcode. however I am sure i can figure out a proper reason for their colorcode XD

Absolute revelation : WHAT IF I colorcoded Sasuka WHITE with green accent so the betrayal of her mom being the villain mirrored the betrayal of Oroku Saki (colorcoded white with red accents) when Karai stabbed him

I feel like this show is looking too much like a show Mikey would actually like fdhdhbf needs to have a really nonsensical story efvdhbf

not if it doesn't make any sense i mean don't worry in 30 seasons you have time to fuck up

Mikey thinks the visuals are great ! The characters are great ! But what the fuck is going on tho it just annoys him more than makes him hate it he just likes a well-built story

Mikey: "aesthetically? cool. what the fuck is going on tho"

he can sits through an ep, but through a season ? too many incoherence and characters getting OOC, too many plot points gets lost and characters arc butchered it is a cool show ! that's why most of his family likes it. you just have to make abstraction of the huge storyline flaws

Leo: "if you ignore the entire plot, it's a good show" Mikey: "are you even hearing yourself right now"

in level of stupidness, it presented the Shopkeeper as Sasuka's mom in the end of season 12 (they already had the redesign then), but then in season 20 they said the Shopkeeper was actually Sasuka that travelled back in time to beat up her team for some stupid reason

and it's like "yeah ! cool ! CHOOSE 1 THO" Mikey's favourite show is an on-going action romance show with a really well constructed story called "On the Devil's shoulder" he keeps trying to make his family watch it but they find it boring to death

Donnie: "I have a list of all the canon events that happened in this show right here." he points at a journal the size of a dictionary, "and in here I have a list of more events that directly contradicts the events of this first list" he points at another journal that somehow looks bigger than the first one

it's bigger because they contradict the same plot point several time

SO in Colorcoded each season would be year, and the ending of season 1 would finish most of the short arcs started there, like April's dad learn that they are a danger magnet, and the Kraangs winning happens on the anniversary of when they first got out of the lair. Like a bittersweet reminder. So in the end of season 1, New York is definitely destroyed (renamed Old York), and a lot of people runs away. April's dad cut all relations with the turtles, and she's dragged away to Canada, while Casey and Hye-jin are being put in foster care in Philadelphia, waiting for their mom to take them back (she's all they have left... or is she ). The turtles and Splinter returns to Japan to the remaining Hamato Clan (the Foot clan and Shredder does the same), and everyone is severely traumatized.

yea but like, what does imagination give the Krang? why wouldn't they give up after such a huge disaster? Is it really that worth it? Do they have a way to know if someone humans/mutants have more imagination than others? (cause if that's the case, I'd imagine Mikey would be an easy target since he's is pretty creative)

cause like, imagination is just basically the ability to make a mental image of something you have or haven't seen/felt/experienced, do they really need that? how come the Utroms and Kraang don't have that actually? If by imagination you mean the ability to have be able to "see" things in your head (mind's eye), then well, some irl people don't have that, it's not that uncommon, but it's really not worth all this effort to get. If by imagination you mean creativity, (hehe, kinda like the Lego Movie plot) then "imagination" probably wouldn't be the right word what's your definition of imagination here, cause it's a bit confusing why the Kraang would want it dfhdfdf (and surprising that they don't already have it, depending on the definition)

I thought they didn't care about what happened to the humans? why would they want to stop them? Even with a few new human memories, would that change their morals?

Imagination is the ability to create things that aren't real nor possible in one's head. Imagination is an ability that only the humans possesses, and that was deemed interesting by the high-tech society of the Utroms to study. To study it they made a faction dedicated to it : the Kraangs. Over the course of their study they realized the potential of imagination for their specie (not to advance, they already can do that, but to create their own made-up stories, make themselves a culture much like the humans. They want that ability, to them it's like a superpower).

the things is that they don't get a few human memories, when they snatch the imagination they snatch the entirety of the human's memories, and feelings attached to them, essentially fusing the human with the Kraang. To the Kraang it's like they experienced all that the human experienced. If the human had a daughter, it was their daughter

so they have both their own memories and all the human's memories?

ya but like the human's memories is this super violent all of the sudden thing, it feels much more fresh and vibrant and important basically it gives them empathy

so like, in this, imagination is like a 'skill' you can give someone (like, one human's imagination = one Utrom/Krang being able to imagine) right? it's not like, a quantity or something

i mean "give" is a big word. They do kill the human in the process. It's an ability they steal. But yeah basically 1=1

so are some people's imagination better than some? I think that would make sense

i mean i guess it's an ability like anything else : if you train it it becomes stronger i guess children's imagination are better than adults in most cases

cause if so I'm pretty sure the Krang would probably try to find the best people to take imagination from like, they'd target artists and music composers, architects etc... (before they made the technodrome of course dfhdf, they wouldn't be picky anymore then since they'd just take it form the whole city)

mmh yeah true htey probably would i guess their research would be useful there oh myabe the way the turtles learn about the kraangs is because they capture mikey

i think they'd more likely have like a machine that pinpoints imagination like after years of research they probably made a scientific thingy that corresponds to imagination

does Splinter have pictures of them from when they were kids

I mean he has a shit ton of pictures of them at every age but most of them are extremely chaotics (nice non-chaotic non-blurry pictures are rare)

I think his favourite picture would be of when they were kids (not toddlers like 6/7) and Mikey had a "class" to teach his brothers to paint and it ended up as a paint fight and mikey would get really mad they didn't take it seriously and start crying and the picture would just be crying mikey and his brothers comforting him with poorly made paintings, the turtles and their surrouding covered in paint

very random question but do you think if colorcoded was ever made into a series/movie, would it be 2d or 3d animated?

i have already thought about it XDXD 2D all the way. I love 2D animation so much

I feel like 3d would be more adapted since the designs are pretty detailed but also 2d good,,,

i mean these designs were made with the thought that it would mostly be illustration based

if it had to be animated, the design would be simplified hgruihgeur

they probably have smoke bombs hgerhgire

Okay so you know how at the end of season 1 the turtles basically failed miserably to save NY ?

So i have yet to figure out season 2 but consider : they're being dragged in the mud and called out for it by [insert group of people here], and they're all traumatized and miserable Okay so what if at that point, Splinter never told them about his own failure as Yoshi Hamato And he finally tells them then

like they saw Splinter as an amazing flawless person and they get to see that he has failed too in the past,,

Okay so I keep thinking about it and WHAT IF During the entire NY catastrophe everyone got a good look at them/filmed them/took pictures so everyone knows about the 5 turtles that failed to save NY, and they get MASSIVE backlash from everywhere (internet, in the street, on the news... Meanwhile the governments are all pretending it's a hoax and mutants don't exists) So that doesn't help everyone's mental health, Splinter's story would help a bit but they'd still feel huge guilt from failing to save thz city. Then, amongst the hate, on internet a new # starts trending : #SavedByATurtle And it's like thousands of people saying that, yes, they failed to save the city, but if it weren't for the turtles they'd be dead. It starts on the internet and then it spreads (the news, books at some point), the idea that the turtles saved a SHIT TON of people. At some point a news channel does the math and announces they saved (at least) 3 million people with their different actions. Now yeah 3/19.5 is not ideal, but fuck that's 3 million people. (As time goes on the number keeps growing) Also at some point Steve vouches for them

Okay so I keep thinking about it but you know how in most of the TMNT it's always Leo/Raph relationship or arguing or whatever. I think in Colorcoded it'd be more Mikey/Raph.

Like I was thinking about several siblings interactions and I'm surprised that more often than not Mikey and Raph end up fighting For example, I was thinking of a Mikey/Donnie comic after the Leo/Raph one, where Donnie would feel like shit and Mikey would cheer him up before calling a brother meeting. Raph is bad at social interactions, even with his brothers he just has trouble figuring out what to say. So when Donnie is like "i'm worthless I know you'd give money for people to take me if you could". Raph answers with "If I were to sell you, don't worry, I'd sell Shelldon too so you won't be alone" Like he GENUINELY thinks it's the right thing to say there and he gets smacked by Mikey, anf they end up arguing

For another example, I was thinking after the Leo/Raph comic that maybe when Leo felt overwhelmed he'd give the lead to Raph (who doesn't want to lead, but will do so if it helps Leo, but only temporarily). So at some point he's leading and he accidentally put Donnie and Mikey in a lot of danger and when they return Mikey is furious and ask him "what the fuck were you thinking ?! You know Donnie and I's skills are lower than yours" "Yeah and ? Sounds like you need to train more often, not my problem." "It'll be your problem once you have our DEAD CORPSES ON YOUR HANDS" Then Leo would go "Mikey ! Stop !" Silence "You don't like how I do things ? Well what about you take the lead, Mikey ?" "I don't want to lead, I know my job I'm asking you to do yours !" "My job isn't to lead ! I'm not Leo !" Mikey looks at him up and down "Yeah I saw that." And then storms off

i'm genuinely surprised how much mikey's and raph's colorcoded character make them clash with eachothers like aight ngl did not expect that also Meets and Leo do argue a bit too. not as much as Mikey and Raph but they often have opposite views about what the team should do Donnie, who doesn't have enough self confidence to argue with anyone, stuck between 2 set of siblings arguing : )) :

Leo: "why can't everyone get along :,((("

donnie is just like "hh. hhhhh. time to stand there and wait awkwardly and hope it doesn't end up in bloodshed"

Aight so since i'm not sure i'll have time to draw it, I'm gonna lay out some Colorcoded comic plot I had in mind

So for Casey comic : Casey thanking Splinter for something (not shown) and he goes "Thank you Mister Splinter." "That's very polite Casey, but you can call me just Splinter." "Polite ? I'm not polite, Mister Splinter sir, polite is for the WEAK. I am super tough and strong and WHAT IS THAT" He proceeds to shriek and climb on top of Donnie "that's just Buckle Casey." "Buckle ????" "Yeah it's my little puppy pup. My good girl. Yes your are yessss you are" "HAVE YOU SEEN THAT JAW ??? AND WHERE ARE IT'S EYES ??? THIS IS A DEMON" "Casey may I know why out of everyone you decided to climb on me" "Obviously because you're taller" "Yeah, obviously mister tough strong guy"

Mikey/donnie comic : Mikey and Donnie are in mikey's workshop, and donnie is posing while Mikey is sketching a bunch of his head from different angle. "Yes I'm finally getting it !" "What's the point..." "Well I never capture you right in my family paintings you know ? It always bothered me but if I practice a lot, you'll finally look good !" "No, I mean what's the point of working this hard for me ? Just leave me out of the paintings..." "No can do D. It's a family picture not a family picture minus that one guy" "It's not like I'll be there for long..." Mikey pauses and looks up "What" "Come on Mikey. You all told me : you'd rather give money to get someone to take me than keep me here" "Donatello what are you talking about" "Earlier, when you guys were telling me how worthless I am. Clearly you don't want me around" "Donnie oh my god. We were joking. Did you really take it seriously ? We would never. None of us would. We love you so much, you're our baby brother. You're not worthless" "But I AM ! Everything I do is bad, I can never get anything right ! I'm always below average on everything. I'm a failure at everything. You guys are right." "That's not true ! You're an amazing scientist and healer ! You can do so many things" "No I can't ! The only reason I am healer is because I have common sense ! I'm no scientist I can't even weld something together without burning myself !"

Silence "I'll be right back don't move Don." Mikey runs to Raph's room and drags Leo and Raph back into his lab. "Donnie says he's worthless and that we want to sell him" Raph and leo in perfect harmony "what" "Because of the jokes we did earlier !" "Oh gosh Donnie I-I'm so sorry I didn't think you'd take it like that. You're amazing and we love you and we would never do that." Leo hugs Donnie znd keeps at least a hand on him until the end of the scene "Yeah, well don't worry Don, if we ever do sell you, we'll sell Shelldon with you so you're never alone" Raph gets smacked violently by Mikey while Leo goes "Raph ):< !" "HEY MIKEY ! What ??? What, what did I say wrong ??" Donnie looks devastated and about to have a breakdown "Raph apologize." "What, no ! And don't tell me what to do Michelangelo. I did nothing wrong" "Oh 'you did nothing wrong' ! What are you, stupid ?" Mikey and Raph start to argue in the back while Donnie shakes off Leo's hand and leave.

Later on, Donnie is captured by Baxter Stockman's mousers and he goes "To be captured that easily, this one must certainly be a burden to your team... Say, let's make a deal." Mikey, Raph and Leo are very on edge about to snap at any moment. "What deal" "Well, I'll take your friend there, and in exchange, I'll let you go and never bother you again. And you know what, I'll even throw in some money, what do you say, mh ? You are all quite the mutagene success and I've dreamed to dissect one of you. It's an excellent deal !" As he speaks we can see Donnie's face falling until he drops his head in defeat, like he knows they're going to say yes "What the fuck is wrong with you" "Yeah we're not selling our brother !" "You can take your stupid deal and shove it up where I think." They continue to berate Stockman (that looks very surprised), while Donnie is absolutely glowing in the back. After he's rescued he just leaps in and hugs his brothers tight with the biggest smile

Leo: cool leader Raph: angy fighter Mikey: artsy goofball Donnie: ANXIOUS GENIUS

Imagine Meets doing the windows shutting down sound zvgvdggf

they would just to annoy everyone fbhdf that would mean they can play any sound too imagine them blasting meme music or somthing when someone is being annoying

raph dropping his slice of pizza on hte wrong side Meets : "MMMH WHATCHA SAYYYY"

Raph: "Hey Meets can you stop playing music at random plea-" Meets: [NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN NEVER GONNA-] Mikey: Falls on his face during training Meet: [BADUM TSSSS]

Donnie : "wait so doesn't that mean you could talk using like radio or something ?" Meets : Meets : "beep boop"

while it doesn't really make sense that they can play these on themselves, WHAT IF, Casey or april or donnie found a bluetooth speaker and meets can just lock in and play whatever they want and they use it to prank

also now i think i accidentally coded colorcoded raph as autistic without realizing it

like -doesn't like hugs unless he iniates it -games. games is his life and how he deals with his burst of anger (his interest i guess then) -sensory issues well now if I do intentionally code him autistic ima have to do some research hugirger

about raph's possible autism I've also made him like super awkward socially with everyone new he meets until he gets to know them even a little bit and also tend to avoid people and go to pets and such and like idk nhgirejhugeruj maybe that's also accidental autism code idk

I guess so gherieugr I also don't like loud noises i can't control like for example when you go tap tap tap against your plate to make smth fall off your spoon it's very bad noise, makes me flinch and cover my ear

Meets is the baby sibling and they're using it to their advantage

leo and raph have an on going fight about who is the oldest

leo says he is the oldest and raph says he is the oldest what does Splinter have to sat about that fdvhdf does he not say anything cause he likes the drama

"ohhhhh well I forgot whoops" yeah basically

casey and april are in the same class casey had to retake a year at some point

COLORCODED TMNT MASTERPOST

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italianlobster · 1 day

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Long Distance Love pt. 1

Matías Recalt x Female & Uruguayan Reader

Summary: Your Matías Recalt's biggest fan from Uruguay and one day, he answers your letter.. he is interested in you, and the both of you make plans to meet up!

Requested by: me :3

Warnings: none

"Done!" You shouted out loud as you picked up your letter, which was finally finished. It had taken you days on deciding what to say and how to handwrite it. Should you go for a fancy, cursive style or a simple style that is easier to read? You thought for a while and decided to settle on the fancy, cursive style of writing. It will make your letter stand out more and look extravagant. Before writing, you put a few sprays of perfume that had hints of coconut and vanilla onto the white paper. Not too much to the point where you're suffocating or too little to where you won't notice the scent. You wanted to give floral vibes on your letter so you had picked out a dark green, glittery pen to write with. Another pen that was just black to write out the heading and there were also flower stickers placed onto the corners of the paper so it won't look too plain. You tried your hardest to make your letter stick out, so maybe Matías will notice and read it. You just hoped the other fans don't have the same idea as you.

You ran out of your bedroom and to the post office. You were bouncing with excitement to where everyone else noticed and looked at you weirdly. You ignored their judgemental looks, and the letter was sent away.

Days later

Matías limped to his bedroom as he had injured himself on the set of LSDLN. He had fallen while being filmed climbing the Andes Mountain. The filming was paused until his injury was healed, so this means he had more time to himself and his loved ones. He fell into his bed and took off his clothes into comfortable pajamas. He looked at his bruised body, especially his bare legs, which were cramping from climbing and the fall. Then he noticed the pile of letters on his nightstand. One of Matías' favorite things to do was to read his fan mail. He had kept all of them, and they were stashed safely underneath his bed. He had made a binder out of all the pictures of him that were sent to him. Boy, girl, other.. so he can remember their faces and names if he ever spots them in public. Another of his favorite things to do was to respond to them, of course.. he receives hundreds of letters a day and reads and responds to them all. Whenever his regular fans stop writing to him, he writes to them to make sure if they're okay.

He scattered the letters everywhere on his bed and began to organize the letters in which country they came for (yes, he's that extra). However, he had noticed a letter that stuck out compared to the rest. The envelope was white but had pink, realistic looking flowers on them. The smell of flowers with the hint of vanilla and coconut had tickled his nostrils. It looked vintage and very expensive. Matías' name was written in cursive with a dark green color that glittered. With the exception of the ink color, everything was pink, from the wax seal to the flowers and stamps. If the color pink had a scent, it would be this perfume sprayed onto the letter. It had caught Matías' eye immediately. Not wanting to ruin the letter, he had opened it carefully and began reading. Written in cursive, it said,

Dear Matías Recalt,

Hello, how are you? When I saw the trailer of LSDLN, you caught my eye. I couldn't help crushing on you in a movie so sad. I saw an interview with you, and you were so nice and bubbly, then I noticed that you were handsome too. I looked at your social media, and you seem like a very hardworking man who's very passionate about his job. I wish I could meet you one day and become your friend. It's one of my dreams.

Sincerely, your biggest fan

A picture had dropped from the envelope to the floor. It was a picture of you labeled "ME." You were sitting in the grass with a flower crown, making a peace sign with your fingers, and the sun was smiling down on you. You had on a tie dye shirt on with bell bottoms. Matías admired your physical appearance. He noticed your flaws and fell in love with them. Your acne, your moles, your undereye bags, your facial hair (if you have any), and more. He had never seen someone so gorgeous before. Those imperfections seemed perfect to him, and it showed how human you are. Then, he took his eyes off your face and onto your hair. He admired your hair color and texture. He blushed and looked away. Matías couldn't believe he was falling in love, no way. At first sight, too. You see.. Matías has had his heart broken before, but who hasn't? However, unlike most people, Matías swore to himself that he'd never fall in love again. The idea of love terrified him, but he decided to take this risk and write to this mysterious girl.

Hello, "your biggest fan," I noticed you haven't given me your name. You know mine and I don't know yours. Not fair. You seem like a very creative person, though. I like your choice with the style of the envelope and the letter in general. It was very unique, and it stuck out, so I noticed it quite quickly. By the way, is the person in the picture really you? You're very gorgeous and I hope you know that.

I don't normally do this, but I'm really interested in getting to know you more, but writing and sending each other letters take too long.. so here's my real number: 000000

Call me!

Matías Recalt

Matías had also given you an autographed photo of him. A very special photo of him that no other fan has seen before. It depicted him smiling while drinking a milkshake from a straw. His eyes also wrinkled into a smile. He was sure that you'd love it.

And there went Matías, to the post office, rushing to mail you his letter, hoping you would write back.

Days Later

As you arrived from work, you rushed to check your mailbox to see if there were any letters from Matías. It had been days, and you were hoping he had written you back. You always said to yourself that he's a busy man and has hundreds of letters. He just needed time to write back to you. The moment you opened your mailbox, a letter that looked similar to yours appeared. Did Matías write you back? It couldn't be anyone else because, well, you were alone.. Your heart pounded, and you grabbed it and went inside your house without looking at the address or who it was from. You jumped into your bed and saw that it was from Matías Recalt. You giggled like a little girl and tried your best to open it without ruining the letter. Once it was open, you took a deep breath and emptied the envelope. You immediately noticed a rare photo of Matías that had his signature. How cute he looked with his baby face and contagious smile.

There was also a letter, you screamed in your mind. Oh my god, he had taken the time to write you a letter! How kind he was. He really loved his fans. You unfold the letter and begun reading. Once you were finished, your face was flushed, and you couldn't stop smiling or giggling. You couldn't believe how Matías took a liking to you and even gave you his number. Not only that, you also especially appreciated how he tried his best to make the envelope and letter similar to yours, with the ink being in dark green and flower stickers being everywhere. You immediately grabbed your cellphone and dialed his number. Since Matías was a busy man, you had called him a few times before he had finally picked up.

"Hello?" Said Matías, with his strong Argentine accent and a confused tone in his voice.

"Oh, hi, it's your biggest fan.. the one with the letter. You had given me your number, do you remember?" You said. You were nervous to the point where your body was shaking.

"Oh, it's you! Yes, of course, I remembered. I couldn't stop thinking about you and your picture these past few days. Now I get to finally hear your voice. Wow." Matías chuckled. You noticed how he had quickly lightened up when he realized it was you.

"Wow, really? That makes me feel very lucky. Since you have written in your letter that you're very interested in me, what do you want to know about me?" You responded. You were pretty socially awkward and didn't know what to say.

"Well.. I would like to know your name and if the girl in the photo really is you?" Matías chuckled once more. You could tell that he was smirking at this point.

"Um, my name is Y/N, and yes, that's really me." You twirled your hair and you blushed.

"Wow, Y/N, Y/N.. That's a lovely name. I love the way it's pronunciated. And you're very pretty in that photo.." Matías' eyes widened.

"Thanks so much. I really appreciate it. You're very pretty too, and so is your name." You tried your best not to sound awkward.

"Hehe, you're welcome, and thanks. This might sound a little too forward, but I would really like to meet you. You live in Uruguay, right? I'm free next week so I thought I could go to your place and maybe we could get to know each other better in person. That's if you're comfortable with it, though." Matías chuckled once again. His chuckles were infectious.

"Uh, hold on for a second.." you responded. You calmly put the phone down without hanging up, and you ran and jumped around in glee. You giggled and screamed loudly. You could hear Matías giggle too from the phone.. he could definitely hear you.. you felt embarrassed and turned red like a tomato. You picked up the phone, "I'm most definitely comfortable with it! Here's my address, *********!" Your embarrassment went away, and you were very comfortable talking to Matías. You were able to be yourself with him, saying anything on your mind without feeling any sense of awkwardness or any judgment from him.

"Alright! I'll see you next week then. I can't wait to meet you. Bye, I have to get back to filming." Matías was smiling like a maniac, and he couldn't wipe that smile away. He felt his face go red and his heart pound. "Goodbye.." You felt sad that you couldn't talk to Matías anymore, but maybe another day, when he's free. As you hung up the phone, you collapsed onto your bed and began to process what just happened. Your favorite actor was coming to see you next week, and he genuinely seemed to take a liking in you. You had to start making plans like buying the perfect outfit and making appointments for your hair and nails. You were rather confident in yourself, so you decided to go natural and put no makeup on, maybe just a clear lip gloss, and that's it. You wanted to show Matías your natural beauty. You jumped out of your bed and began making a list of things to do so you could be prepared for the big day.

Matías couldn't keep the picture of you, the sound of your voice, and your name out of his mind. It was starting to affect his daily life, too, from him forgetting his lines to him just straight up daydreaming in the middle of filming. Everyone was angry at him, but Matías didn't seem to notice. He was too busy being lost in his imagination. "Matí, what's wrong? You're acting a bit off today.." Agustín pulled Matías aside in the empty dressing room so they could be alone when the entire cast was finished filming for the day. "Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry about me." Matías responded and looked away, trying not to make eye contact with Agustín. "Come on, Matí, you don't normally act like this. Just tell me what's wrong." Agustín crossed his arms and frowned. He thought something bad happened to Matías and was concerned about his best friend. "Is it your injury? Or... Malena?" (Sorry for mentioning her, lol) Malena was Matías' ex-girlfriend, and they had dated for years until she recently broke up with him due to losing interest in him. She was his first love, and he was devastated. He had promised to himself that he'd never fall in love again. That love isn't real, and that he'll never find it. Agustín was there throughout Matías' breakup, a shoulder to cry on. He was the only man who had taken the time to talk to Matías and seriously check to see if he's okay.

"Nah, don't worry." Matías was still looking away. "Matí, you're scaring me." Agustín sighed. "Fine, it's just that.. I'm kind of seeing someone." Matías finally confessed. "I'm going to meet her next week and I'm scared. I promised not to fall in love again, but here I am." Matías sat down and covered his face with his hands. He was on the verge of tears. He was really sensitive about the concept of love. "Aww, I'm really proud of you, Matí. Don't worry, I'm sure she likes you back, and if she doesn't later on, then you'll be okay. There are plenty of other girls out there." Agustín sat down next to Matías who was still avoiding eye contact. "Are you sure?" Matías finally responded after a whole minute of silence, and he finally made eye contact. His eyes were glossy and sad. "Yeah, I'm sure. Just open up to her and be yourself." Agustín patted Matías on the back, and they both hugged. They were both lucky to be friends with each other.

Warning: the next part gets steamy!!

Xoxo, Santana

#matias recalt fanfic #matias recalt x reader #matías recalt #matias recalt #matias recalt fluff #lsdln cast #lsdln x reader

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giuliano-fan-account · 1 year

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happy pride mont

Well I guess I could share some drawings since usually I just dogpile everything I want to say into 1 post and don’t necessarily have room for the art which is sad.

So I decided for pride month I’ll just dogpile some of my art that I haven’t shown here relating to my favorites from hxh kind of being like those 60 color packs of crayons.

I draw kind of like a crazy guy and I have a fair bit of art so I’ll make a cut off line to not clog...

Btw so I dont jumpscare you the art is of Izunavi and Giuliano, Shalnark and Chrollo, & Muherr and hehe a not canon character (In that order)

Hehe i just have some portraits of Izu for fun here not necessarily ship or anything related but I just wanted to share them Since I made them a while ago and he looks very nice:

Ok but it gets a little gay here so urm: Happy pride moth:

I made this one because I wanted them to have a happy life that I knew they could never have!!!!!!

I made this one because THEY BOTH LOOKED SO GOOFY IN THAT ONE PANEL THAT I HAD TO REMAKE IT I COULDNT DO IT

just a funny little drawing for fun that I stayed up a little too late making 1 time because these guys just kind of carry me away..

On valentines day I was having a rlly bad time a really bad day and everything and then I made these guys and everything was better

MS PAINT BRO

I made this one in ms paint and it makes me so happy man... I have it as my background screen on my computer rn i didn’t intend for this drawing to bang so hard but also I kind of drew it intending for it to be like the only house that’s not on fire yet because that’s a song that’s perfect for these guys hear me out

I made that one at like 2 am and yes it was to this song and to me it is objectively about these guys

I guess it could be a projection bc i just wanted to squeeze that guy bc hes just so funny and silly and I love these guys and giuliano is just like me for real so it’s fine

I care about them a lot man I even made an article on the shipping wiki for them because I uhhh I uh help I urm

I have... another one that I ALSO made an article for... and it brings me extreme distress as well as extreme joy

we have our 2nd place to Shalkuro :100:

I have a lot of art for it I’ll make a post for it one day I swear and it will be insane in length because I really need help man ... If izugiuli is my comfort ship this is the REASON why I need comfort

proceeds to show harmless nice little drawings:

I saw that trend everywhere so this is a rlly recent drawing but I made them with the barbie and ken because I... well come on... its literally perfect okay

gooberish little drawing because i was bored

THIS WAS A REDRAW OF A GOOFY GARTIC PHONE DRAWING MY FRIEND MADE SO THATS WHY IT LOOKS KIND OF STRANGE I tried my best to replicate the essence

shalkuro as teens ig comfort (I relentlessly got called gay for this one Stop jules bullying 2023)

Im a little crazy so maybe I did make another omori hxh au and a lot of it is Shalnark in the au or Shalnark and Chrollo

Redraw of the sticker because hehe

THIS IS BASED OFF OF AN UNFINISHED FIC I HAVE thats not necessarily ship related but also is but also you can interpret it any way you want and imo it’s so cute

I’ll finish it one day.

Another ms paint art but it’s inspired off of bad apple for actually no reason other than that I think it would look cool and I went through 5 stages of hell trying to draw this but I made it out fine

God I want to talk so much about Shalkuro since Shalnark is ALSO just like me for real and I actually haven’t before on this account and it’s kind of my soundboard for talking abt whatever relating to hxh but I really think I should save it for a post of it’s own..

Anyways onto the next one its a little funny thing

I shipped my self insert with Muherr as a joke ok but now its kinda funny and I like it and I actually rlly like these drawings i made for it

dont ask why he looks drunk its a long story

I had to make this it was honestly too funny for me not too and I love it so much EXCEPT for the fact that I realized that my self insert looks so much like pariston in here

Im supposed to have dark hair but I just didnt feel like coloring it in there bc the lineart looked good enough to me

but yeah muherr x jules otp forever /j

hapy pride month whoever or whatever you are whether your gay or not!!!!

dont forget to have fun and be a kind neighborly person like me

#izugiuli #izunavi x giuliano #izunavi #hxh #hunter x hunter #fanart #pride month #giuliano hxh #juliano hxh #shalnark #chrollo #shalnark x chrollo #shalkuro #kuroshal #muherr hxh #canon x self insert #lol

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tobythesudriantram · 1 year

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Learning with Mingle and Friends: Neighbors Part 1: Bext Friends 4-Ever.

*Mingle is in her house with her friends, looking out of the window at something curiously.*

Mingle: Oh. Hi. Shhhhh…

*Outside, a moving van is parked outside of the house to the left of Mingle's home. A few moving company workers are carrying various boxes inside.*

Donk: Should we ask them about it?

Dingle: What are they doing?

Mingle: I think we may be getting some new friends soon!

Donk: New friends?

Mingle: Yes! Seems like somebody bought the house next to us and now wants to move in!

Donk: But… Where are they then?

Mingle: I don't know… Maybe they're arriving soon!

*As Mingle and her friends walk outside and watch the moving company workers doing their work, they can't help but imagine who will be living next to them.*

Donk: Who do you think will be living there?

Mingle: Oh, it could be anyone?

Donk: Like…?

Mingle: …Well… How can I put this… *Mingle takes out her small guitar and begins playing a small tune…* 🎶There's no real way of knowing🎶 🎶No signs that seem to be showing🎶 🎶But I can still imagine who🎶 🎶our neighbors will be - You can too!🎶 🎶Close your eyes and use your brain🎶 🎶Thoughts will come down just like rain!🎶 🎶Try to organize them and🎶 🎶You'll see who might be our friend!🎶

*Dingle and Donk join in on the song and begin imagining…*

Dingle: 🎶Who will they be? What will they be?🎶

Donk: 🎶Will they give away lemonade for free?🎶

Dingle: 🎶What if they only speak in Cree?🎶

Donk: 🎶What if they can't hear? What if they can't see?🎶

Dingle: 🎶What if they listen to metal and rock?🎶

Donk: 🎶What if they're always on the clock?🎶

Dingle: 🎶What if they wear rainbow-striped socks?🎶

Donk: 🎶When they arrive, we'll go over and knock!🎶

Mingle: 🎶There's no real way of knowing🎶 🎶No signs that seem to be showing🎶 🎶Who are neighbors will be! But🎶 🎶Keep your mouth closed and keep your eyes shut!🎶 🎶Maybe you can paint the picture🎶 🎶And shape the colorful mixture🎶 🎶Of various thoughts and you'll see🎶 🎶Who our neighbors might just be!🎶

Boyfriend joins in Boyfriend: ⬆️ ➡️ ⬅️ ➡️ ⬅️ ➡️ ➡️ ⬅️⬅️ ⬆️ ⬅️ ➡️➡️ ⬇️ ➡️➡️ ⬇️ ⬇️ ➡️➡️ ⬆️ ⬅️ ⬇️⬇️ ➡️➡️ ⬇️⬇️ ➡️ ➡️⬅️ ⬆️ ⬅️ ➡️➡️ ⬇️ ➡️➡️ ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬆️⬆️

Mingle: 🎶Interesting thought you've got!🎶 🎶But you might find that it's not🎶 🎶Exactly true - They might be different!🎶 🎶There's no signs that are apparent!🎶 Because… 🎶There's no real way of knowing🎶 🎶No signs that seem to be showing🎶 🎶We can still imagine though!🎶 🎶Think about it to and fro!🎶 🎶Thinking as much as we can🎶 🎶About our future neighbor man🎶 🎶Or girl, or kid! Who really knows?🎶 🎶Soon they'll arrive and put this to a clooooooooooose!🎶

*Mingle and her friends laugh… However, their laugh is cut short as a bus pulls up to a bus stop near their house. Out step two people that oddly resemble a number and letter respectively.*

X Sans: …And what about our socks? Do you think they remembered? I should probably call them ab-

Fourbot: Calm down… You only told them like… Forty seven times. I'm sure they won't forget your beloved socks.

*As the two new people cross the road and pass by Mingle's house, Mingle and friends watch on from behind their fence.*

Dingle: Is that our new neighbors?

Mingle: Seems so…

*Fourbot takes out a key and sticks it in the keyhole of the door to his house, before he and X Sans walk inside…*

Donk: …Should we go talk to them?

Mingle: You know what? I think I have a better idea… Follow me! *Mingle pulls her friends back inside.*

*15 minutes later, Mingle puts the friendship cake she's preparing in the oven...*

Mingle: It's always nice to start a friendship with something sweet!

*Meanwhile, Dingle and Donk are in their bedroom preparing welcome cards for their new neighbors.*

Dingle: Do you think this is good?

Donk: ...Hm. Almost. Just needs a tad more glitter... *Donk takes a nearby container of purple glitter and tosses down some onto Dingle's card.*

Dingle: Yours needs more stickers! Here, you can have mine. *He passes Donk his sticker sheet.*

Donk: Thanks!

Dingle: You're welcome.

*Meanwhile, Boyfriend's looking out of the window in the living room, looking out onto the fence separating Mingle's house and the new people's house. Mingle walks over, as she notices Boyfriend seems a bit worried or confused...*

Mingle: Boyfriend? Are you okay? What's wrong?

Boyfriend: ...beep bop boo bap bo skdoo bee...

Mingle: Ohh, you don't know what to give them?

Boyfriend: *Sigh* dah... beep bo bop skrrt skedop...

*Dingle and Donk walk over, partially covered in their various art stuff.*

Dingle: Oh, you can just make them a welcome card like we did!

Mingle: Uhhh... Dingle? Donk? You, uhhh...

Donk: Hm?

Dingle: ...Donk, you've got red paint on your hand.

Donk: *Looks down at his hand.* ...And you've got some yellow paint on your foot.

Dingle: *Looks down at his foot.* Whoops... Hey wait, you want to make orange?

Donk: Heck yeah! *Dingle and Donk run off back to their room to play around a bit more... However, Boyfriend still sits there at the window.*

Mingle: ...You're not gonna join them, Boyfriend?

Boyfriend: b-bo... bap bee bo skdoo bop bee bap...

Mingle: Ohh, I see... You wanna make something more original? You wanna be sure they know it's from the heart?

Boyfriend: dah...

Mingle: Ohh... Don't worry, take however long you want. It's not a race, after all! *She lightly pats his head before walking off to the kitchen again to finish preparing the cake.*

*Meanwhile, Mingle and Co.'s new neighbors (Fourbot and X Sans) are finishing getting accomodated to their new house.*

Fourbot: It's nice to finally move away from our old home.

X Sans: Yeah... Do you think our new neighbors will like us?

Fourbot: Oh, don't worry, i'm sure they'll... Be... Hm?

X Sans: What's up, Four?

*Fourbot looks out of a window in the kitchen, seeing some blue-haired person in the window of the house next door, seemingly staring off into space...*

Fourbot: Who's that...?

*When the blue-haired person sees that Fourbot is looking straight at him, they end up getting scared and hide...*

X Sans: ...Hm?

Fourbot: Oh, uh... Nevermind. Must've just been me... *Four steps away from the window, still a little confused though.*

*A few hours later, Mingle rings the doorbell to her new neighbors' house.*

Mingle: Alright, are we ready?

Donk: Yes!

Dingle: Yeah!

Boyfriend: b-beep...

Mingle: Relax, Boyfriend - I'm sure you'll be fine!

Dingle: Wait, Boyfriend, what did you even pr- *Before Dingle can finish, someone opens...*

X Sans: Oh, uhhh... Hello!

Mingle: Hey! I'm Mingle! I'm your next door neighbor!

X Sans: Really? Hey Four, come here! It's our neighbors!

Fourbot: Alright, alright... *He walks over, seeing that Mingle brought cake.* Oh, hey, I love cake! Come on in...

*Mingle, Dingle, Donk and Boyfriend walk inside as Four and X lead them to the dining room. They immediately notice that their neighbors' house is surprisingly similar to their own...*

Mingle: Hm. Nice house you've got! I like it! *She sets down the cake on the dining room table.*

Fourbot: Thanks. We moved to here because we honestly really wanted to. *He turns around to face Mingle and her friends.* I mean... Wait a minute... *He looks over at Boyfriend.* ...Hey, you're the guy from the window, aren't you?

Boyfriend: b-beep! *He takes a few steps back, seemingly really shy.*

Fourbot: How come you were just- *Before Four can ask anything else, Boyfriend runs away.*

Mingle: Oh no... Boyfriend, come back! *She ends up following him... However, she quickly finds out that Boyfriend's locked himself in Four and X Sans' bathroom.* Boyfriend, come on, come out!

Boyfriend: bop!

Mingle: Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of... Come out, i'm sure we can talk it out...

Boyfriend: b-bop!

Mingle: Can you at least tell me what the problem is...?

Boyfriend: *Sob* b-beep bop ba boo skedop bee boo bop skdoo bee bap bo bap! beep boboop badoop beeboo!

Mingle: ...Hm? What do you mean?

*Fourbot walks over, as he seems to have heard what Boyfriend said.*

Fourbot: What?

Boyfriend: b-beep boboop badoop beeboo! bap bo boo bop beebop badoo skdoo bee!

Fourbot: ...Let me get this straight. You thought that both X and I were going to completely reject you and hate you just because you looked at me in the window?

Boyfriend: b-beep...!

Mingle: Aww, Boyfriend... You shouldn't worry about first impressions... I'm sure you will be friends with our new friends in the long run... Now come on, come out!

*Boyfriend steps out of Fourbot and X Sans' bathroom.* Boyfriend: b-beep b-

Fourbot: There you are... *A small door of sorts opens up on Fourbot's chest before a small hand pops out and lightly pats Boyfriend's head.*

Boyfriend: b-beep... *He slowly calms down a bit...*

*A few minutes later, Mingle and her Friends are gathered in the dining room with Fourbot and X Sans, enjoying their friendship cake and getting to know each other.*

Fourbot: So Mingle, what do you like to do for fun?

Mingle: Oh, I like playing with my friends or practicing my guitar!

Boyfriend: b-beep bo boo skdoo bop bap...

Fourbot: Ahh, you like singing, eh? Well then how about we sing together?

Boyfriend: b-bop? beebop?

Fourbot: Yeah, of course we can! *Fourbot's chest once again opens up and his third hand comes out, now holding a microphone.*

Mingle: I'm sure Boyfriend would like that! Right? *She looks over at Boyfriend.*

Boyfriend: *Smirks.* dah! *He reaches into his pocket and takes out a microphone. In response, Mingle takes out her guitar and begins playing that same tune...*

Mingle:

🎶Hey, it looks like now we know🎶 🎶All the signs have seemed to show!🎶 🎶That our new neighbors next-door🎶 🎶Are very friendly! It's X and Four!🎶

Fourbot:

🎶No need to cry, scream or shout🎶 🎶We can always work it out🎶 🎶Forget impressions - in the end🎶 🎶You can always be our friend!🎶

X Sans:

🎶Go ahead and save this information!🎶 🎶It's not fake or a dramatization!🎶 🎶Friendship is our specialization!🎶 🎶And right there was the demonstration!🎶

Boyfriend: ⬅️ ➡️ ⬇️ ➡️ ⬅️ ➡️ ⬇️⬇️➡️➡️

➡️ ⬅️ ⬇️ ⬅️ ➡️ ⬅️ ⬇️⬇️⬅️⬅️

⬆️ ➡️ ⬅️ ➡️ ⬆️ ➡️ ⬅️⬅️➡️➡️

➡️ ⬅️ ⬇️ ⬅️ ➡️ ⬅️ ⬇️⬇️⬅️⬅️

Mingle and Fourbot:

🎶When you are in a hard place, we'll be right there to help you go!🎶

🎶When you're up at the top, we'll be there to watch you go!🎶

🎶We won't refuse to lend a hand, we won't refuse to help you go!🎶

🎶And whoever thinks otherwise, we might have to let them go!🎶

*Mingle and her friends clap their hands happily. following the encore of sorts of the song they sung earlier today...*

*However, their happiness is suddenly interrupted as the door to the dining room opens...*

???: Uhm... Four...? Did I come in... TWO early...?

??? #2: Heheh...

[To be continued in part two!]

Credits:

@friendlyfox34 - The OG Mingle and Friends (obviously), plus Fourbot and X Sans.

Cary Kaiming Huang - The original Four and X

And, of course, me! - For making the original concept, + the story.

...No, i'm not crediting the guy who inspired the Neighbors song, because he is a very bad person. So haha! Screw you, Person Who Inspired The Neighbors Song Who I'm Going To Leave Unnamed!

#learning with mingle and friends

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Equal Exchange ❀ — aki x angel (csm) pt. 2/2

Concept: Sex worker Angel Devil; frequent patron and full-time devil hunter Aki Hayakawa. Angel “I do not dream of labor” Devil makes money for "easy" work by entertaining human desires for cash. Aki finds solace in Angel’s embrace.

aka: an AU where Aki’s coping mechanisms are slightly more maladaptive, and Angel isn’t a devil hunter.

Warnings: Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Arguing, Angst & Smut, Hurt/comfort, Survivors Guilt, Healing, Semi-public sex, Actual Public Sex.

tw: pistachio ice cream & denji being the voice of reason

a/n: I tried to keep explicit spoilers to a minimum, but there is (1) pretty major spoiler from the Katana Man arc, so anime-onlys… beware. This ch starts off with a pretty intense argument, but things get better.

rough vision board/mood board: here; also on ao3 (this just hit 100 kudos there, yay) ~ [part one (7k words); part two (8k words)] enjoy! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Six months after Aki met Angel, something happened to Aki that was very bad.

He never really told Angel all of the details, not even now, but from what he did tell the devil, Angel could tell the event had been capital-B bad. Nearly an entire division of the Public Safety Devil Hunters was gone; more blood spilled and lives lost than Aki could have ever begun to summarize, and the devil hunter was spiraling. It happened so fast, so out of left field, that Angel obviously didn’t know what to do. Aki knew he had no real context to understand, and he was cruel anyway.

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong, Taiyo,” Angel said, trailing behind Aki as he went down to the basement two steps at a time.

Angel panted as he followed, Aki’s height a welcome advantage as the devil fell behind. Aki couldn’t stand hearing his brother's name at that moment. It was another reminder, another dig of the knife in the wound that he’d allowed to grow—to carve him hollow and make room for more pain he didn’t know how to cope with. He felt sick. He wanted to answer Angel, to explain and stop that look from being etched into the devil’s face, but he couldn’t. Not when the devil kept saying a name that wasn’t his with that tone of concern. Not when the name was of a loved one he had lost. Not when all he wanted was to not feel anything.

“Taiyo,” Angel called again, looking around the boxes housed in the basement. He found Aki sooner than later, running over to stand in front of the devil hunter. “Taiyo. You… what’s wrong?”

Aki huffed, trying and failing to keep his breath steady before the dam burst.

“That’s not my fucking name!” Aki yelled, grabbing Angel by the sleeves of his shirt. The tremble in his hands shook the devil, and his expression must have been miserable if Angel’s reflecting back at him was any indication. Aki walked forward, crowding into the smaller man’s space as he pushed him against one of the many sticker-covered walls. He slapped his hand against the wall next to Angel’s head, his voice thick as he fought to say the words that had been lodged in his chest for weeks. “It’s Aki. My name is Aki. Don’t… don’t call me Taiyo anymore. It’s not my name.”

Angel looked at him with an expression that Aki couldn’t decipher, his body rigid and his halo dim before he relaxed, just enough to get out his words. Aki knew the devil could hurt him—kill him, even—if he was scared, and part of him deflated when the devil didn’t do anything to push him away.

“Well, hello, Aki. It’s a nice name. It suits you.” Angel’s face softened, though his body was still stiff as he covered his hand with his sleeve to touch Aki’s face.

Aki wanted so badly to melt into it, to enjoy Angel’s touch, but he couldn’t. The guilt crept up his throat like acid after a heavy meal, and he couldn’t help the venom that came out of his mouth as a result. He huffed out a laugh, dry and vacant in the middle where sincerity should be as he stared at the devil.

“Fuckin’ devil complimenting my name. A devil I’ve been basically fucking; using my dead brother’s name. Why are you pretending to care? Devils don’t care,” Aki said, roughly rubbing his hands down his face as he paced. “What the fuck am I doing? Why the fuck am I—you! What the fuck are you doing to me, huh? You, Denji, Power, and all the other devils that have wormed their sick, fucked up little hands into my life.”

He stomped toward Angel, pressing closer to the devil until his back was against the wall. Angel lowered his head, though his fists were clenched at his sides. Angel felt his resolve crumble as Angel looked up at him with nothing, not even anger, in his eyes. He just saw hurt. He was the one hurting the devil, not the other way around.

“I,” Aki said, tripping over his words. “Angel, I just need to feel anything else. Anything else, please? Help me. Touch me and tell me if I deserve to be here or not. I don’t think I deserve it. I don’t deserve to be here when they aren’t. I don’t deserve to be here when everyone else is already gone. I can’t do this alone.”

Angel shushed him, letting the man cage him in, careful not to let him touch when the tears began to run down the devil hunter’s cheeks.

“You aren’t alone, Aki,” Angel said, his voice thick as he dried Aki’s tears. “I’m sorry for your loss, but you know this won’t help. You know it.”

After the tears slowed, Aki looked down at Angel, angry and heartbroken and so—so—frustrated, and he leaned in to kiss him. Angel moved, slipping away from the devil hunter before he could trap him against the wall with his body. Angel knew well what Aki intended to do; he could see it in his face, in the dimness of his sapphire-blue eyes.

“No,” Angel said firmly, backing away when Aki tried to enter his space again. “Aki, I said no.”

Aki stared at Angel, the devil’s face flickering back and forth from confusion to anger to sadness, over and over again in seconds. Angel sighed, frustration clear in his tone.

“If you want to kill yourself, fine. You can’t use me to do it. I refuse—from here on,” Angel said, his voice wavering. “You feel guilty. Okay. I get that, but for what? For living? Why? How is it selfish to be alive, Aki? Doing this with me—letting me take your life away—it’s… it’s wrong. It’s wrong, and it won’t bring anyone that you’ve lost back, okay? We have to be stronger than that. We need to do better. To live, okay?”

Aki settled on an emotion: anger. Seething, unbridled, uncontrolled anger as he processed what Angel was saying. He closed the space again, towering over Angel as the devil held contact with his eyes. Aki ignored how dewy Angel’s eyes looked.

“What the fuck do you know?” he said, spitting the word out with malice. “You steal people’s lifespans away without a care in the world. Your kind kills, maims, and destroys every single goddamn thing they touch. What the hell would you know about what it means to be alive? About guilt or empathy or anything else that requires a human heart to feel? You don’t know shit.”

Angel looked up at Aki through wet lashes, swallowing thickly before clearing his throat.

“I’m sorry you feel that way.”

Aki paced around the room, simmering eventually as Angel refused to indulge him or entertain the outburst. He turned, looking at the devil picking anxiously at his fingernails, and all he could wonder was, what the fuck am I doing?

“Fuck. Fuck. I am such an asshole,” he said, knocking his clasped hands against his forehead as he found a seat on the stairwell steps below Angel, between his legs, where the devil had chosen to sit down. “I didn’t mean that. I didn’t mean any of that, Angel, I swear.”

The devil looked at him so coldly, visually calculating something in his head in the moments of silence that passed before his expression cleared.

“I know. You didn’t mean it, and yeah, you are an asshole. I’m glad you’re aware now,” Angel said, visually pleased with himself when he coaxed out a smile from the devil hunter. There was still pain laced into his grin, but it was there. That was something.

“Yes. I know. I’m so sorry. I’m just… hurting, but I’m sorry.”

“I don’t forgive you,” Angel said dryly, roughly tugging a piece of shorter hair near the crown of Aki’s head. “You’ll have to be extra sweet to me to get back in my good graces. Starting with ice cream, maybe.”

Aki hummed, softening up at the touch as he leaned his head toward the devil’s hand, still not directly touching.

“Okay. I can do that. The ice cream, and doing better.”

Aki hummed. “You better.”

They sat in cumbersome silence for a while, looking at anything but each other before Aki eventually had to leave for the evening. He brought three pints of ice cream with him when he went to the bar the next day.

The wall between them began to crumble after Aki told Angel his real name, and it only broke further as the two spent more time together. They indulged in untapped secrets and details about their lives outside of the four walls they’d grown accustomed to at the bar, and Aki found himself craving Angel’s touch, albeit in a different way.

“I think… you want to fuck me, and you’re being really coy about it for some reason,” Aki said, sinking a striped ball into a hole in the pool table they’d taken ownership of for the hour. Angel laughed, using his hand to knock a pool ball against one of Aki’s, pushing it further away from the hole than it’d been.

“I think… you’re delusional, or maybe just projecting. If you ask me really nicely, I might think about entertaining your desires.”

Aki chuckled, maneuvering a ball past Angel’s hand, only for the devil to catch it anyway, pushing himself further onto the pool table.

Aki gave Angel a look, rounding the table to slide one long leg between Angel’s spread ones, looking down at the devil where he sat on the edge of the pool table.

“You’re a cheater, and a tease.”

“I am not. You’re just… so annoying, ” Angel said halfheartedly, taking Aki’s pool cue out of his hand before jumping down from the table. He turned, pushing his ass against Aki as he sank a solid-colored ball in the hole. He glanced over his shoulder, sauntering off to hit his next one on the other side of the pool table.

“I prefer the term charming,” Aki said, following the devil.

Angel rolled his eyes, dragging his hand across the fuzzy billiard cloth before positioning for another play.

“I would prefer not to kill you by accident.”

Aki smirked. “As opposed to on purpose?”

Angel rolled his eyes harder, sinking the eight ball after a string of successful plays.

“No more death touches—we promised. Guess you’ll have to figure something out.”

Aki bought his first pair of gloves a few weeks after that, custom fit to the shape of his large hands.

“What are those for?” Angel asked, sipping Aki’s brand of beer when the devil hunter slipped on the pair. They were in their own little bubble in a half-hidden corner of the bar, shielded a bit by tall fake foliage and away from the crowd near the stairwell that led to the bottom level.

“These are so I can touch you all over,” he replied, practically purring.

Angel stared at him, dumbfounded, as he continued sipping at his now empty drink cup.

“What?”

Aki met his gaze, pausing for a moment before checking the stretch of the gloves.

“Yeah. Your abilities don’t work through clothing, right?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“I mean… no. I just didn’t think that you… you know, meant all of that.”

“Well, I did,” Aki said teasingly, caressing Angel’s cheek with his now-covered thumb. “I love watching you, but I want to touch you, too, as intimately as I can. You’ve done all you can to make me feel good, to help me feel better. I want you to feel good too, Angel. An equal exchange, remember?”

Angel stared at him, his eyes flicking back and forth from Aki’s eyes to his lips.

“How long have you been thinking about this?”

Aki slipped his thumb into his mouth. The devil lapped at the digit with his tongue, letting Aki caress his tongue and teeth before removing his finger; spreading some of Angel’s spit against his lips.

“Way too long to just now be doing something about it.”

If anyone ever asked Aki if he started that night with the intention of giving Angel a handjob in public, he’d say no, because he didn’t. Did it happen anyway? Yes, and if you confronted him about it, he wouldn’t even pretend to feel a lick of shame.

“We could go downstairs,” Angel said, biting his lip to keep his noises at bay. Aki had moved to sit next to him, caressing his cock through the fabric of his skirt—straining against the black stockings he’d put on underneath.

Angel wasn’t what Aki would define as traditionally feminine, not necessarily. Still, the devil was gorgeous and often seemed confused by the rigidity of human ideology when it came to what gender should wear what clothing. It was so stupid, he’d told Aki, how ridiculous humans could be about self-expression. They’d had that talk the night the devil hunter punched a guy in the bar over Angel when the guy called him a very human slur. Angel let Aki play with the sensitive feathers on his wings until he came after that.

“You want to go downstairs? You look so pretty trying to keep quiet, though.”

Aki nuzzled his nose against Angel’s hair, careful not to touch his scalp as he tapped his finger against the wet spot of precum dripping from the devil’s slit. He pinched the head through the fabric, pushing his palm firmly back and forth to move the thin skin covering Angel’s length. The teasing didn’t last very long, given how hopelessly turned on the whole ordeal made Aki. He wanted Angel so badly, more than he’d ever wanted anything else in his life. The devil made Makima feel like a schoolyard crush; this was real. He’d never felt something more real.

“Can you come like this, baby?” Aki asked, pushing up Angel’s skirt just enough to slide him out of the confining fabric beneath.

Suppose anyone came around to sit in front of them at their table or looked over from a high enough vantage point at the bar. In that case, they’d easily notice Aki’s hand working beneath the fabric, his shoulder moving with an unmistakable motion. They’d see Angel trying and failing to contain the small noises spilling from his mouth as his head rested on Aki’s shirt, only concealed by the music coming from the overhead speakers and the loud chatter of patrons pouring in. Aki watched Angel peek over his shoulder, shutting his eyes as he ducked his head against Aki’s chest before he came, covering the inside of his skirt in sloppy wet come.

Once the high came down and Angel chugged a beer, he turned back toward Aki.

“Your turn,” the devil said, moving faster than Aki had ever seen as he headed towards the stairwell, dragging Aki along in his haste to get out of sight.

They didn’t even make it to the bathroom before Angel was bending himself over a stack of boxes in the basement, pushing his skirt up over his hips as he presented himself to Aki.

“God, you’re such a slut. How does a devil even get like that, huh?” Aki said, two seconds before ripping a hole in Angel’s tights.

He marveled at the devil’s hole on display for him, puckered and pink in a beautiful contrast to the dark fabric protecting his skin around it. He fumbled with the lube he’d stashed in his pocket before pressing one lubed finger, then two, into Angel.

“Fuck,” the devil said, eliciting a little chuckle from Aki.

“Fuck? It feels that good baby?” Aki teased, hooking his finger to press against Angel’s prostate.

The devil moaned, surprisingly loud in the isolated space. He started subconsciously fluttering his wings, arching his back further against the boxes as his cock slowly progressed toward full hardness again.

“Stop teasing,” the devil whined, pushing his hips back against Aki’s hand.

Aki didn’t prolong things—too on edge and too lustful to delay it any longer. It’d been months—months—that he’d thought about doing this with the devil. Every time Angel wore a skirt, pretty and frilly even when they were black; every time the devil looked him in the eyes and read him like he’d been given the blueprint to Aki’s soul; every time they shared a nearly there touch or watched each other get off since they’d decided to do things a better way, without indulging Aki in hurting—punishing—himself. He wanted so badly. He needed Angel so badly.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he said, hastily putting on a condom that he’d had stashed in his wallet for far too long.

He pushed forward, sinking into Angel with a groan when his hips met the subtle curve of Angel’s ass. They were protected through maybe too many layers of clothing, but Aki loved it. It felt so dirty like that. They were so desperate for each other that they couldn’t even get their clothes off in the neon lighting of the bar basement. Part of him ached to feel Angel’s skin as he gripped his hips, fucking into him so hard with the missing resounding sound of skin against skin, but it was good—so good—inside of the devil’s tight heat. Aki couldn’t be blamed for how long he lasted.

“I’m gonna come, Angel,” he said, reaching beneath Angel to grab his cock, jerking the devil in time with his thrusts.

His voice was deep and gruff as he came, groaning as he emptied himself inside of Angel, his cock twitching as he poured more and more come into the condom separating them. The devil followed close behind, fucking himself into Aki’s hand as his second orgasm came crashing down on him.

They held their position for a while, even after Aki moved to slide his cock out; Angel held him in place, looking over his shoulder to smile at the devil hunter. Aki hunched over the devil, putting them at eye level and just looked at him for a while. Their stares lingered for a breath too long, and Aki kissed him, holding the back of Angel’s head steady when he started to push Aki away. He let it continue for one more moment, and when the kiss was over, Aki rested his head against the crown of Angel’s head, protected by the thick tendrils of hair.

“Don’t tell me how long that was. I don’t want to know. I just needed to feel you this way, one last time.”

Angel closed his eyes, soaking in the thinly veiled touch.

“Okay. That was the last time.”

“If those two idiots don’t get their shit together, I’m going to lose my mind.”

Angel chuckled, plucking away the cigarette hanging out of Aki’s mouth. They were sitting on the rooftop of the bar, a small makeshift area for smoking that doubled as an unkempt garden. It’d been eight months, give or take a few weeks, and things in Aki’s life had been okay for the most part—minus one aspect of it.

“Just tell them to leave then,” Angel said, taking a long drag. “I know your boss is intense or whatever, but if it’s that bad, then maybe she’ll put them on someone else; give you a break for once. They’ve been living with you for almost a year now.”

Aki groaned, turning Angel’s face towards his with his sleeve-covered wrist. It was a weekend, and he wore a simple long-sleeve black shirt, oversized on his lean frame, and black jeans. His earrings were some dangly number Power harassed him into wearing, and his shoes were some fancy brand that Himeno bought.

“You wouldn’t get it,” he said, breathing in Angel’s air when he blew out the cigarette smoke. Angel turned it toward him, letting him get a good hit before commandeering it again. Aki let him; he had more. “I have to do this—hunt devils. I can’t find him if I don’t, and I can only gather enough intel and resources to do that in public safety. It’s a lose-lose situation.”

Angel scoffed, tugging a strand of Aki’s hair that was blowing into his face from the light breeze. Aki groaned, scratching his fingernails lightly over Angel’s wings, laughing with the devil when they retracted inward from the ticklish sensation. They both let the laughter fade, drinking sips from a shared beer and whittling down Aki’s pack of cigarettes.

“You know, for someone who swore up and down that they don’t like devils, you sure do seem to have a lot of them around—me included. I think you’re pretending.”

Aki chuckled, bitter and dry.

“No, I meant it. I just don’t mean it about you. I mean… those kinds—the ones who cause chaos just because and kill for the thrill of it. The kind who murdered my family. They’re what I hate. Not you.”

Angel blinked at Aki, taking another drag of the cigarette before giving it back.

“That sounds a little racist, actually, but I get it. I’ll let it slide.”

Aki snorted, choking on a mouthful of smoke.

“Raci—. That’s not—”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. That’s not how you meant it,” Angel said, smirking. “Aki, if these roommates of yours died tomorrow, how would you feel?”

Aki’s smile waned as he pondered it, sitting with the thought for a moment as he imagined his apartment empty. No Denji, no Power, and no other life within the space except for the thriving Parlor Palm plant on his living room balcony. There was a hollowness in his chest and his stomach when he let the thought linger too long. That if they were to die, that emptiness would never go away. It would fester like an untreated wound that sunk down to the bone.

“I don’t know. It would hurt, I guess,” he admitted, taking the new cigarette Angel had fished from his pocket out of the devil’s hand. “It would hurt a lot. I don’t think I could do this anymore without them around.”

Angel smiled softly, kicking his feet where they hung far from the ground on the rooftop’s edge. “If I died, how would you feel about it?”

Aki turned, looking at Angel’s face as the devil stared at the city in front of them. He looked beautiful, and Aki’s chest ached at the thought of never seeing him again—of never getting to speak to him again. Another hole would be left in his life; carving him out until nothing was left.

“Honestly?” he said, taking a deep drag. “My wallet would feel pretty grateful. I’ve never spent so much on booze in my life.” Aki chuckled, dodging the swat of Angel’s hand when it came for him.

“I’m serious,” Angel said, a hint of a whine present in his tone. He knocked his elbow against Aki’s arm, scooting a bit closer when a chill came through with the breeze. “How would you feel?”

Aki looked at him seriously, digging into his pocket to take out one of his gloves. He balanced the cigarette in his mouth as he slid it on, sucking on it like one of those thick sickly-sweet ice cream shakes that Angel loved, and he took the devil’s hand.

“It would hurt. It would hurt like hell. Don’t really know what I’d do with myself,” he said, smoking the cigarette down to the filter, “but don’t let that get to your head. I just… feel a lot of things sometimes. It doesn’t mean I like you.”

Angel chuckled, rubbing his fingers against the rough texture of Aki’s glove.

“Oh, of course not. Don’t worry, I don’t have the wrong idea,” Angel said, a smile cemented onto his face. “Well then, I’ll take that. Life’s all about the little things, after all.”

One consequence of old bars is their bizarre love of theme nights. Fridays at Aki’s bar were—unfortunately—couples’ nights. The specials advertised half-price off spirits and brews for the lucky duos. He’d heard murmurs before that it was a good time, even for singles, but Aki normally skipped Fridays. It was his day to compile his reports and deliver them to Makima before the weekend. His hands were always cramped by the end of it, and he could literally feel the week wearing down on his joints. That Friday had been an off day, though.

His reports were short, simple, and quick to fill out, with minimal casualties to report. Denji and Power informed him that they were going out for the night, safe within the public safety-sanctioned boundaries that the knuckleheads were allowed to venture freely in. It felt weird being the only one at home. He’d grown used to the constant chaos within his abode and felt bizarre without the constant flow of bickering, laughing, and microwave sounds. So, he decided to go out.

Ignoring the calendar and the time on his phone, he left his house, dressed in a casual ensemble that he was actually proud of putting together. It was nice to be out of his work clothing, free of the second skin that built up the bulk of who he was. It felt strangely right as he walked out of his apartment block, his hair blowing with the flow of the wind as he headed to the bar for the first time in fourteen days.

“Wow,” the bartender said when he stepped into her domain, giving Aki a little clap as she came to his side of the bar. “Damn, baby. You clean up really nice.”

Aki chuckled, ducking his head to hide the blush creeping onto his face. His hair covered the red tint on his ears.

“So you’re saying I don’t look this good every day?” he said teasingly, tapering into a laugh as he lit a cigarette. The bartender gave him a beer to go with it, and all felt right as he melted into the bar stool. The relaxation was short-lived as a small commotion from the main area of the bar caught his attention, as well as everyone else sitting around him. When he saw a halo standing out in the crowd, he jumped out of his seat—his cigarette and drink abandoned on the bar. He shuffled through the group of people gathered around the dance floor and stopped in his tracks next to Angel—who was safe and sound—as they both looked at the sight.

A couple was in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by at least half of the bar as they danced. It wasn’t poise or sophisticated or anything special, but it was so visceral how much fun the two were having. They had total trust in each other as they spun around, twirling each other and swaying to the beat of some rock song that Aki didn’t know the name of. They were looking into each other’s eyes, dancing like nothing else in the world mattered.

Angel looked up at Aki, bumping into the devil hunter with his hip as they watched the couples around them start dancing, too.

“Do you dance?” Angel asked, getting a little closer to Aki as the dance floor got a little more crowded. They shuffled themselves a bit further away from the herd as they talked, despite Angel wearing long sleeves; they didn’t want any accidents.

“I can’t say it’s ever really been my thing,” Aki said, visibly shrinking in on himself as he watched the crowd. They were having fun, he thought, despite all the horrors of the world.

Angel swayed side to side a bit, laughing when Aki looked down at him like he’d grown a third head.

“What?” he said, snapping his fingers a little in time with the music. When the song instructed the crowd to clap, he clapped.

“Are devils secretly into dancing or something?” Aki said, thinking back on the little dances he’d frequently seen Power and Denji making up in their free time, even when there was no music to dance to.

Angel shrugged, his closed-mouth smile turning into an open one as he pushed some hair back behind his ear. He did it when he was either too hot—temperature and aesthetics-wise—or when he was feeling shy. The Cheshire cat couldn’t have rivaled how big Aki smiled when he realized it was the latter.

“Just shut up and dance with me,” Angel grumbled, pulling his sleeves down over his hands before he grabbed Aki’s wrists. “It won’t kill your cool guy persona to dance a little. No one here’s gonna judge you.”

Aki squinted, glancing over at the bar where their bartender was absolutely looking over at them, playful judgment plentiful and prepared on her tongue for when they came back to the bar. Angel looked back over his shoulder and saw her too, and his cheeks tinted pink from how hard he laughed.

“Okay, okay. Touche, maybe one person will judge you, but only a little.”

Aki felt his resolve crumble like sand, loose and shapeless beneath his feet. Like it, the effects of that night would linger on him for a long time. Every time he put on that outfit again, or heard that song, or saw Angel smile; he would think of that night with him, dancing at the bar, holding each other’s wrists as they swayed to the music.

“See? Living isn’t really that bad.”

Aki walked into the bar midday on a Wednesday, eleven months after meeting Angel. He kicked snow off of his boots as he entered the familiar establishment. Makima suggested that he take the rest of the day off, and it would be remiss for him to decline such a kind offer. He separated from his division as they stood at a crime scene. Blood and snow mixed in the street, white mixed with bright splotches of red after a devil terrorized a small neighborhood.

Aki felt fine as he left, unsure of what exactly everyone was staring at him for, but he couldn’t concern himself with it. He was given the day off, blissfully able to occupy his apartment without the unwanted additions as they dealt with the fallout, and he was going to enjoy it.

Aki entered his apartment ready to indulge in his kitchen without hungry puppies nipping at his ankles for a bite. He was going to clean and shower in his bathroom without banging interrupting him or the sound of something breaking in the living room, making him get out early. He was going to watch what he wanted on TV, and smoke cigarettes on his balcony without having to peek inside every two minutes to ensure nothing was burning down. He was going to relax. He wasn’t going to think about the day’s date. He wasn’t going to fixate on what it signified, and he’d be damned if he cried.

He made it halfway through making an omelette before throwing the half-cooked eggs in the trash and heading out the door to the bar. He sat in his usual spot, the space around him nearly vacant as he drank alone with the day shift bartender hovering nearby, paying him little attention as the man read a thick book.

Aki made it through five beers before his skin started aching for Angel. He missed the devil’s touch—the sweet salvation that the devil’s abilities gave his mind. He wanted to feel his life siphoned away. He couldn’t handle the pain of his family being gone for another year. He needed to even the score, to honor them by bringing himself closer to them. Hunting devils wasn’t enough. He had to atone for his own sin of living when their lives had been lost—stolen, by that devil. He needed Angel to come to the bar and do that for him, so he waited.

Angel wasn’t in the bar when Aki first came, and he doesn’t show up when Aki is still there during the night shift. Part of him is grateful for it, too drunk to see straight and sobbing softly in the corner of the bar by himself. He would regret it if he let himself backslide. Things with Angel were different now; better. Using the devil felt wrong. It was wrong. He had to learn how to heal on his own. To better deal with his trauma and guilt on his own.

He went home, beer filled to the brim in his body, and he slept instead. He could talk it through with Angel later. As long as nothing happened between now and the next time he saw Angel, then things would be okay. Everything was going to be okay.

Aki feels awful. It’s only a few days after the first anniversary of his year with Angel, and he’s lying alone in his bedroom, chain-smoking cigarettes despite the smell soaking into his sheets. The argument they’d had the previous evening was bad for a lot of reasons; it was made worse when Aki realized that the day was meant to be special. He’d spent a year of his life getting to know Angel; learning to love not only him but all of the devils in his life. He’d spent that same amount of time learning—trying—to love himself, to love life, with the devil at his side; he’d fucked it up in a night.

His family is gone, and he’d been right to be sad about that. Then, Himeno was gone—right after the anniversary—and he was right to be sad about that, too. He knew even Angel would agree with that, but something inside of him broke when he recalled how he had talked to Angel the night prior. He wasn’t justified in that. Even thinking about using sex—something so meaningful to the person he loved, someone who could hardly be touched—against him, trying to use it as his escape… he couldn’t look at himself. He couldn’t lie to himself convincingly and say he was justified in doing that.

They say the road of grief is not a linear one; Aki knew that. It is a road full of curves and bumps and maybe even a few potholes. There are sections where the road is newly paved, with a silky black finish from freshly dried asphalt, but there are also long stretches that are ragged and disjointed, with weeds popping up in the crescent-shaped cracks. If someone were to walk up to Aki and ask him to put into words how he feels, it would be like the long stretches of county road that have been scorched by the sun, cracked under the weight of too many things running over the surface for too long.

He’s just… tired. He wants Angel, and the devil is nowhere to be found.

“Aki. Aki, open the door.” Aki looks over at the door, pointedly ignoring it as he inhales another lungful of smoke. Denji and Power knew he was feeling bad today, and Power nearly killed them all with a “metal soup can in the microwave” situation trying to make Aki feel better that morning. He was over it.

“Aki, I will have Power come home and bust this door down. I’ll go Chainsaw mode right now, and you’ll have to buy a whole new one! We can do this the easy way or the hard way, old man.”

Aki rolls his eyes, getting up to reluctantly open the door.

“I’m not fucking old, dipshit.”

“Potato, po-ta-to, senior citizen Hayakawa. Why are you holed up in here like a stinky hermit crab? The neighbors thought we had a fire in here or something.”

Aki groans, plopping back onto his bed.

“Leave me alone, Denji.”

“Nope!” the hybrid says, plopping down next to Aki. He plucks the cigarette from his mouth, taking an experimental puff before coughing; shoving it back at the senior devil hunter. “Gross.”

Aki rolls his eyes again, tapping his foot against the floor where his legs hang off the bed.

“What do you want?”

Denji sets his hands on his stomach, intertwining them and playing with his fingers.

“Nothing, just coming to see what you’re so depressed over. You haven’t worked in two days, and you love work! Are you just playing hooky to go see whatever fine piece has been keeping you out at night for… forever now? What’s her name? What’s her ass look like? Is it big or small? Are you an ass guy or a boob guy, anyway? I could never get a good read on that about you.”

Aki groans, pressing his cigarette into the ashtray he’d sat on his bed.

“Denji, shut up.”

“I can’t be silenced,” Denji says, a touch too seriously for such a weird statement, “unless you spill the beans. Who is she? I know it’s not Himeno—RIP—and Makima’s too good for that. Power is… well, Power, and I would’ve heard you two at home by now. You always come home at night smelling like beer and sweet cream, but you’re still somehow awake on time for work. You don’t have that pissy look on your face all the time anymore. Well, except for right now, and you like… smile, sometimes. So, what gives? Girlfriend dump you? Did you have the crushing realization that she was just part of your imagination the whole time? I’ve had that dream, and when I’m done being sad about it, I just beat my d—”

“Jesus… enough!” Aki groans, his throat sore and slightly hoarse from abusing at least four packs of cigarettes in the last forty-eight hours. He sits up in the bed, looking down at Denji, who’s still lounging against the smoke-scented sheets. “I don’t have a girlfriend. He’s…” he pauses, “he’s not my girlfriend.”

Denji looks like the cat that got the cream.

“So there is someone? Tell me everything.”

Aki’s eyes ache from how hard he throws them toward the back of his skull. He gets out of bed and walks into the living room to clean the few things scattered around that the devils didn’t pick up for themselves. The apartment is surprisingly clean otherwise, Aki notes as he meanders into the kitchen with Denji hot on his trail. The devils did learn something in their time with him, after all.

“What are we? High school girls? Ladies at the salon?” Aki says, pouring himself a tall glass of water. “I don’t have to tell you shit, garden tool. Mind the business that pays you.”

“You being in top form does pay me. Well, it benefits me, I guess. We all have to be in top form; that’s what you said, right? So, what has you all bent out of shape? Who’s the mystery man? Is it Kishibe?”

Aki chokes on his water, dripping over the sink as he blows out the liquid trapped in his nose.

“Denji, fuck off.”

“I already said no!” he says, handing Aki some tissues. “Spill it! Spill it! Spill it! Spill it!”

“Okay! Fine, fuck. If it’ll make you stop talking,” Aki says, pulling the devil hybrid over to the couch. He pushes Denji onto the furniture while he floats around the space to water the few plants they’ve accumulated over the past year. He groans when he finds teeth marks in some of the leaves where Meowy has gotten too curious.

“His name is Angel. We met in a bar. I’ve been seeing him for about a year.”

Denji perks up, gripping his knees in excitement like a kindergartener.

“Okay? And…”

“And,” Aki says, gritting his teeth, “I like him a lot. He’s beautiful. He’s funny in that dry kind of way that makes you take a second to process it. He’s actually very kind, even if he acts like he’s not. He looks at the world in black and white but simultaneously sees some of the greys. Like, he calls it how he sees it but can acknowledge the bits he could be missing if there are any. He likes to dance. He makes life feel simple; much smaller but in a good way. He makes me feel like there’s more to life than this.”

Aki leaves out the devil in the details, despite other people in Public Safety being in bed with multiple fiends. Aki just… didn’t want to deal with the drama of that, for him or Angel, especially not from being outed by Denji. He would tackle that when it needed to be shared. Until then, it was his business.

“So, I’m missing where the problem comes in. Does he not want to put out? Do you not want to put out? Is he a bad kisser? It sounds like all the heart stuff is right, so what’s wrong?”

Aki sighs, dumping the leftover plant water in the flowerbed on the balcony, leaving the door open to let the air and his voice carry inside as he sits in his chair to smoke. Denji follows, sitting on the floor in the entryway to watch Aki settle in.

“The problem is me,” Aki says frankly, smoking the first cigarette halfway down in one inhale. He only has two left; he’ll have to go and buy more later.

Denji gasps, covering his mouth with his hand. “Aki. Are you… infertile?” he whispers, subtly (his version of it) pointing at Aki’s dick.

“Denji, even if I were infertile, that wouldn’t mean anything with the man I’m dating. Second of all, no! I’m pretty sure you’re trying to say impotent, anyway.”

“Well, yeah, you’re important, Aki. I can admit that,” Denji says, looking very proud of himself for the compliment. “Well, what exactly is your fault then if it’s not your dick or his dick? What else is there?”

Aki wipes his hand over his face, very much feeling like a father having the sex talk with a very education-deficient child.

“I’m fucked up,” he says plainly, popping a new cigarette out of the pack. “I lost my family, and I thought I was fine; I wasn’t. I’ve lost more colleagues than I can count at this job. I thought I was fine; I am not. I wanted to run away from it all so badly that I really—really—hurt his feelings. I went back on what we agreed to do, what I said I would do. I said I’d be better for myself and him, and I wasn’t, so he’s done, and I can’t blame him. He doesn’t deserve this shit.”

A beat of silence passed between them, filled with the sounds of the streets below them and the air whipping past from how high up in the building they were. He smoked the new cigarette down to the filter, plucking out the last one with a sigh before lighting it up.

“Why don’t you just retire then?”

Aki looks over at Denji like the boy just told him his mother was the second coming of the Virgin Mary. What he said felt just as unbelievable to the devil hunter.

“Excuse me?”

Denji looks at him with that characteristically dopey look on his face, flicking one of Aki’s lighters on and off. Aki does not know where he got it from; he also doesn’t tell him off about wasting the lighter fluid.

“I said quit. If it’s ruining your life so much, then quit. Kobeni resigned, and so did that survivor dude from Division One. Just… quit. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Aki stares blankly at him, cursing when his cigarette burns his thigh where he let his hand relax too much.

“I can’t quit, dumbass. They’d kill you and Power. Do you not remember the conditions of your being hired? Power too?”

“Dude, do you remember the conditions of us being hired? We were an experimental unit, sure, but Divison Four is merging with us soon. Makima will make concessions for you to leave. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it mattered yet, but I’m not shadowing you anymore. I’m a hunter, in my own right. So, don’t fuck up your relationship anymore on my behalf. If you’re tired, quit! Life’s too short to be miserable, man.”

Aki’s face hadn’t moved an inch since Denji started speaking. What happened to the horny teenage idiot that came into his house all those months ago, covered in dirt and smelling like the underside of a garbage container? His face looked as punchable as ever, but he was… different, more mature now, in some ways more than others. What the fuck.

“When the hell did you start making sense?”

“I’m very insightful when I try. Makima says so”

Aki rolls his eyes, stamping out the last of his cigarette. He couldn’t just… quit. He had too many opportunities before for an out, and he didn’t take them. It was too late to take them now. Wasn’t this his fate? For his family? For his pride?

“Aki, I can hear you thinking,” Denji says, a weird half smile on his face like he could actually hear Aki’s thoughts. “Look, Himeno told you to quit, and now she’s dead. I think now is a good time to finally take her advice, don’t you think?”

Aki opens his mouth to reply, but closes it just as quickly when he realizes he doesn’t know what to say. Denji comes out onto the balcony and squats in front of Aki, holding on to the senior devil hunter’s knees.

“Do you believe in me? Makima, the rest of Divison 4… everyone? Do you trust me to avenge your family? You’ve held on to the burden of it for way too long. You’ve done your dues, and I know I didn’t know them, but I’m sure your family would be proud of you. You can be done.”

Aki’s eyes feel wet when he looks down at the devil hybrid, brimming hot and fast with a reservoir of tears he’d held in for too long. God, he’d been holding it in for so damn long.

“Thank you Denji,” Aki says, pulling the younger man into a vice-like hug. Denji pats his back a little roughly, but it feels good. It lets Aki know that he’s there.

“You’re welcome. Now, go get your man. There are only so many places someone brooding enough for you could be hiding in this city.”

Aki sits outside of an ice cream parlor after dark, still early but unlit apart from the business signs due to the time change. The cherry red bench makes him think of Angel’s eyes, and it reminds him of their first indirect kiss. It was cheesy, but after their first time, they left the bar to get ice cream. Angel wanted to try two flavors, so they got two flavors. He licked Aki’s ice cream cone, and Aki tasted his, and he knew then—deep down inside—that he was in for something deeper. The parlor had become the one place he and Angel frequented besides the bar, a hidden gem in the sea of the city that served the only ice cream that Aki had ever liked as an adult. He felt like a kid again when they went, untainted by the horrors of life as he ate his pretty pistachio ice cream cone.

He sits with a serving of the gilded flavor in his gloved hand, barely tasting it as he glances around the exterior, peaking his head into the building every few minutes to see if anyone has walked in through the back entrance. After two hours of sitting, he’s ready to call it quits when all of a sudden, he looks up, and the light around him is eclipsed by ethereal snow-white wings.

“What are you doing here?” Angel asks, glancing around at the sparse crowd of patrons a good distance away from them. His hands are shoved into the pockets of the oversized winter coat Aki gave him, and his wings are compacted small enough to be hidden within the fabric, though Aki can still see their outline pretty clearly.

“Hoping to run into you,” Aki says, having the good sense to look sad about it. “I just want to talk, please. Can we please talk?”

Angel huffs, slightly stomping his foot as he looks at anything but Aki.

“Only if you promise to stop pretending, then I’ll let you talk to me.”

Aki squints, confusion clear on his face as he looks up at the devil.

“What am I pretending about Angel? What do you mean?”

Angel scoffs, his eyes finding Aki’s in an instant. They’re brimmed with fire that matches the vermilion red of his hair.

“I don’t know, Aki. Like everything is okay. Like you aren’t hurting. Like you fucking hate me, maybe.”

Aki holds out his hand, looking at Angel’s face to decode the expression there. He doesn’t really need to, though. Angel is hurt, and Aki hurt him. He knows it’s on him to fix that.

“I don’t hate you, baby. I could never ever hate you.”

“You used to! You used to spout off all the time about how you didn’t like devils. Anytime I did anything that even remotely resembled humanity, you looked at me like I’d grown a second halo or something,” the devil says, his voice raising enough to draw the attention of one patron beside them.

“I know you’re in pain, Aki. I don’t really fully understand it, but I know how I would feel if I lost you. It would hurt like hell—literally! I would feel like a piece of my heart had been cut away. But, you’re here, and I’m here, and you had no right—none—to treat me like an indispensable fucking… devil. Like the devils that you said you hate. The kind that you keep around because they’re useful and nothing else.”

“I know,” Aki says, sighing as he tries to soothe Angel. “I agree. You’re right. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad, and I know it’s on me now to fix it. I know you’re right an—”

“I’m right? Then why the fuck don’t you act like it? Huh?” Angel said, fire still burning in his doe-like eyes. “I know I’m a devil, but you’ve been such an asshole. I understand it now—the grief. I get it. I felt like a piece of my chest unraveled when I walked away from you; I can’t imagine that being permanent. I just… don’t take it out on me. Never again. Promise!”

“I promise. I swear to you, Angel,” Aki says, coaxing Angel into sitting down. The devil looks pissed; if they weren’t having such a serious conversation, Aki would swoon over it. “I’ve lost too much. I’ve lost so much and so many people. I didn’t know how to just… be. I didn't know how to live simply, but I want to try. I want to prove to you that I care—that I cherish you. I want to live, and I want to do it with you if you’ll let me. Can we?”

Angel stares at him, his anger still palpable but noticeably waning.

“Prove it to me how?” Angel says, his voice characteristically dry but also childishly snooty.

Aki reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small paper-clipped stack of forms. Angel takes them hesitantly, and Aki tears up when he sees the expression fully change on the devil’s face.

“You’re quitting?”

“I already quit,” Aki says, sniffling as Angel grabs his hand tight, pulling him into a hug.

There are too many layers between them again, and Aki aches to kiss Angel, but this is okay. He’s holding the man he’s grown to love, and there’s nothing but opportunity ahead of them both. Aki shares his ice cream with Angel, partially melted and a little crushed from how tightly he’d been holding it, and he feels at peace, for the first time in god knows how long. He doesn’t quite know where they’ll go from here, but he has newfound security in knowing they’ll figure it out together, for the rest of their lives.

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bldcatlog · 20 days

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Holy fuck that stats exam. Wallahi im finished. LOL I hope I pass that shit man. But I'm finally free now I get to do the things I've been postponing for so long + seasonal depression is going away.

I think I have plans to get the "Hi my name is" Stickers to do a montage shot for bold catalogue. (But they come in packs of like 400? I think they'll be fun to bring to a party / get together) I want to make 2 more denim jeans. At least a couple basic tees/mockneck tees/ compression t-shirt turtle necks. Maybe work on some other things like hats aswell, I saw these cool hats that were almost repurposed and up cycled looking? They looked so cool. I plan on writing some more for bold catalogue and plan out some more concept visual ideas. Aswell as work on the animation short film --> which is sort of a culmination of everything this year has brought.

Yesterday, I went to break dance with Fran instead of studying. I should've studied!!! But I think I genuinely enjoy the 1 on 1 conversations I have with Fran. They're raw and authentic -- no sugar coats and we both just say what's been on our mind. I hated the sugarcoating people do and much rather someone be genuine. I hate sugarcoating and faking shit aswell! I always knew being genuine was a massive aspect of my life.

I hope we get this house Southside and I get the basement suite. god please let me live a life of bringing friends over and cooking and spending time with the people I love. Please!

I made a group with Aaron, Kishan, Cole and Liam for the Ronald mcodnald home cooked meal volunteering. I wonder how that'll mesh HAHAHA They have no idea who each other are and I wonder if I'm good enough to be that mediator. I hope everyone's silliness is a common ground. Cole's first thought to send n the gc was about McDonalds sex trafficking. Wallahi I'm finished.

I plan on going to Olive Garden with my co workers tomorrow, they are cool people I've just never thought of hanging out with them outside of work? They're all around the same age as me and I fuck with them heavy! Usually.

I gotta hit up Aaron and we need to make a game demo for this summer. I need to make my projects aswell. But my project will take fucking forever and so much math will be involved oh my god.

I gotta keep contact with the friends I made. I should definitely hit up Josh and them! I know they wanted to hangout every time I've met them and seen them. I'll for sure reach out at some point.

Gotta keep in contact with my physics group aswell.

I want to participate in a break dance 1 on 1 amateur competition. I bet that would be so fun as fuck.

I need to do charity work aswell. It'll do me good. Higher spirits == better motivation.

I should definitely hit up Lachlan aswell and plan at least a hangout with him.

Gotta keep in contact with Kaz, Aaron, Tal, David. That's my physics group!

Talking to Fran and saying how he wants to go back to school to meet new friends is actually very real. I felt that I've met plenty of people that I genuinely enjoy being around and I hope all my friends have the same feelings aswell. Hopefully when Fran does go back to school he'll meet new friends he'd enjoy being with. Because I was in a situation like him last year! Just work, girlfriend and like 3 friends. It was nice! But, I can see why he wishes to branch out more aswell. I hope the best for these people I've met and hold them dear.

I really enjoyed the way I looked today and my outfit. I will definitely be wearing it again !! Got my eyebrows threaded and I feel like I look so much more put together now HAHA. Denim jeans, White knit sweater, Doc martins, styled hair with a side bag. Supar slay.

Plans:

Banff, Gokarting, Paintballing, Hiking, Roadtrip, cooking, guitar, sewing, coding, sculpting, pottery, ceramics, break dancing, visual design, bold catalogue, seeing friends, meeting new friends, photography, Brazilian jiu jitsu, work out,

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verdanteslounge · 8 months

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Chapter 1

Thunder roared throughout the sky. Little rain dropped against Phoenix’s umbrella in a rhythm. The new driver hastily opened the door and it seemed he was going to follow her.

Phoenix looked at him and said, “no need.”

He crouched back down into the car and mumbled an “okay.”

As she walked out of the parking lot, Phoenix noticed a familiar vehicle. It was a white Honda Civic with white sunflower stickers on the back window. Her pace slowed down as if her feet manifested invisible chains.

She didn’t want to meet them, but her schedule was so packed this was the only time she could visit.

She clutched the sunflower bouquet she bought from a nearby store to her chest, afraid it would be spoiled by the rain. Her heels halted in front of the door.

Phoenix took a deep breath and walked inside the hospital. The sound of rain hushed, only making its presence known by tapping itself against the windows. She shook her umbrella off excess water and arranged it into the rack.

After talking to the receptionist, she habitually walked towards her right; her heels resounded in the mostly empty hall, the smell of antiseptic filling her nostrils. Anyone who crossed her path would turn away or do a u-turn. Phoenix‘s mind rehearsed what she would say to the people in that room and didn’t notice she looked like she was glaring at others.

Go in, say hi, replace the flowers in the vase, scan Lilianna’s condition, and leave.

The closer she was to the room, the tighter she held onto the stem of the bouquet on her chest.

The sound of her heels halted, and a deafening silence ensued. Blood rushed into her head. She almost forgot to breathe.

Laughter emerged inside the room. The door opened.

“Phoenix?” The man said in surprise.

Then, Mrs. Earnest walked towards the front door to take a look.

“We haven’t seen you in so long!”

Warmth enwrapped Phoenix on both sides, the coldness she felt being in the rain melted away. This warmth spread throughout her body and concentrated onto her eyes.

But she didn’t cry. She had no right to.

“It’s nice to see you too Mrs. Earnest.” When she let go of her, Phoenix turned her head towards Mr. Earnest and Isaac and nodded.

“I’ve seen the flowers you’ve been giving Lilianna. I’m sure she’d love them.” Mrs. Earnest continued with a melancholic smile, glancing at the image of her daughter, looking frail and peaceful for almost five years. The sound of rain mixed with a rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor filled the room.

Phoenix didn’t know what to say for a moment, but eventually, she replied, “This is the only thing I could do for her. I’m sorry.” She scanned everyone’s expressions.

These people, Lilianna’s beloved family, should be enraged at her. They should have kicked her out for even looking at their daughter. For putting her in danger.

Yet all she saw was pity or sadness. As if a million needles stabbed her head at once, she suddenly felt dizzy.

“I just wanted to stop by for a bit. I need to go.”

She forced a smile on her lips and walked towards the bedside. She took a look at Lilianna, guilt punching at her stomach with more force than usual, and she hurried to replace the flower she left before with a new one. This time, no one said anything. Phoenix swiftly did what she was supposed to do and said,

“Then, I will be going.”

Phoenix looked at her watch.

She still had an hour left until her meeting.

Her other hand fiddled with the box of cigarettes in her jacket as she walked down the hospital’s hallway.

It had been months since she last saw Lilianna’s family. She had been familiar with their visiting times for the past five years. She purposely avoided them by visiting late, or on days they didn’t visit.

She didn’t really know how to interact with them after all that happened. All she was able to say was sorry.

And apologies don’t do anything.

She grabbed her umbrella from the rack and walked out of the hospital. Cold breeze penetrated her skin along with the splashes of rain.

Phoenix found a quiet spot and sat down, away from the prying eyes of the world. She looked up at the fuzzy, gloomy sky in a daze. With a flick of her thumb, the lighter sparked a fire and she lit her cigarette.

The longer time went, the more her mind separated itself from her body. Sometimes when she looked at the world around her, it didn’t feel real. It was almost like she was watching her life pass by through a movie screen. Her life continued as it was, but contained no essence. She thought she would be happy as long as she had a direction in life, but a gaping hole ate her spirit almost every day.

If only she could turn back time. No, she would do absolutely anything— even sell her soul to the devil just to bring back Lilianna.

A beep from Phoenix’s watch snapped her out of introspection.

As if someone flipped a switch on her, Phoenix’s mind shifted to her upcoming meeting.

She crushed the cigarette in a trash can and threw it away before walking back into the parking lot.

The government recently tightened the Customer Protection Policy on gambling. They wanted the house to limit customers’ betting amount, which would of course limit the profits. The meeting needed to discuss the next actions about this new regulation.

Her father had been enraged lately by how the government liked to poke their noses into the Mafia’s business. It would probably end up with finding a loophole within the regulation.

Just as she was about to open the door to the passenger seat, she had a flash of premonition. She took a step back, but before she could turn away, the door opened and a gun pointed at her face.

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Note: Hello! I hope you all are liking the series so far :) I will be posting once per week. I know it's a bit slow, but I'm still finishing up with the plotting of this story. I will pick up the pace eventually!

Chapter 2

#gl isekai #isekai #gl #baihe #yuri #lgbtq story

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bananaapplewaffle · 1 year

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Scalding Sands Al’ab Nariya | A Firelit Sky over the Sands Books: 1 & 2

Book 1: A Sudden Vacation

Al’ab Nariya

ALL OF BOTH OF Y’ALLS STUFF

IN ONE DUFFLE BAG?

Couldn’t be me, I’ve got my suitcase and carry on aka purse

…Do y’all just not have phones

Or an app for the school

Why are we the messengers

And as the messengers why didn’t we just text them

Grim, although he is from this world (there is something up with this i swear), doesn’t know much about Twisted Wonderland

Okay.

Sit This One Out & Good Omen

OH NO!

NOW YOU’VE DONE IT JAMIL

YOU’VE UPSET MY BROTHER

LET HIM GO, JAMIL

LET HIM GOOOOO

[Car meme]

(Can y’all tell that this my new favorite reaction)

Cater is on the scent when it comes to Lilia

My Battery’s at 100% & Gonna Have a Blast

Hey-hey! It’s Cay-cay!

Trey!

Oh my god he came for the food

He’s just like Grim fr

You better show him so hole-in-the-wall places, Jamil

Yep, there it is

Hey Malleus

Yeah kinda fucked that you have a prince as a guest and you didn’t even know it

Whoops

OH NO

DID HE COOK?

LILIA

LILIA NO

YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T COOK

AND NOW LOOK

LOOK

YOU HAVE A TUMMY ACHE

[Yelling in car meme]

Uh…is he controlling (loosely) the weather with his emotions?

“And if there’s any trouble during your vacation, I want absolutely nothing to do with it!”

Crowley, you are literally my legal guardian.

Book 2: Festival Preparation

Born and Raised & Ages Ago

Me, imagining the group in not-the-school-uniform

…

Chile lemme just drink some water

GRIM NOOOO

GRIM

YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO TREY GRIM

NOW LOOK

LOOK AT YOURSELF

YOU’RE DROWNING GRIM

YOU’RE BLUB BLUB BLUGH

[Yellign me]

(Bro If I could edit, I would edit the car underwater)

Oh no baby y’all got outdated textbooks

I’mma be real

I blanked out

A Theme Park Castle & My First Time & I’ve Got an Umbrella!

Moving on

What?

I AIN’T WALKING THAT FAR SWEETHEART

Ay Ay we ina limo!

Omg Cater being so smart and not posting immediately

We love a person who protects others

Is the man even breathing

Mind-Boggling

Sweetheart, we gon need some new clothes

BECAUSE IF MY HAIR SWEATS OUT I SWEAR

It would anyway tbr

… I hope we’re getting out the car in this next one.

WAIT THE PEACOCK TAIL IS WATER

HOW’S IT DOING THAT

Its fine he’s Jesus he can walk on water

BUT YOU GOT IT ALL OVER JAMIL

JAMIL IM SORRY

Oooo the peacock tail lights up at night~

NOT AGAIN

Please excuse my little brother, y’all

KALIM NOOOOOO

A Private Park & Asim Palace

Oh we got lawn camels?

…wait what

Y’all just got animals roaming in the park?

Welp

NOT THE SECURITY FEEDS

What a fucken minute

And neither do I but actually, so come on, Trey.

Enlighten me.

Oh! The animals are in cages!

WAIT THEY’RE NOT

WE’VE BEEN WALKING??

What if I just got lost in here

What fuck, what if Grim got lost

WHAT

GRIM NO

YOU’RE PART CAT GRIM

ONIONS WILL KILL YOU

KILL YOU DEAD GRIM

[yelling]

“I’ve always thought they looked like turnips, myself”

Literal Trey an Grim are the same person

Just on different levels

Oh my god they’re still going

NOT MALLEUS JOINING IN

This Fit Is On Point & Yasamina Silk

Kalim, I need your permission to pick out a scarf for him, so I can tie it around his neck

Trey’s arms are average but my brain keeps saying pudgy

THEY DID MY MANS NAILS

I already knew about the make-up

BUT I WAS NOT FOCUSED ON THE NAILS

Speaking of which— I need to make a new set

NO ARMS FOR YOU

EVEN THE WRISTS ARE HIDDEN AWAY

Yeah…Imma need this SSR

WAIT

THAT’S WHY HE COULDN’T HAVE A NICE OUTFIT TOO

UGLY

Grim, I am your sister

WAIT

GOLD STAR

YOU GUESS

I AM A RAINBOW HOLOGRAPHIC STICKER

THANK YOU VERY MUCH

Way Too Into This & A Cute Reason

Oh wow you walk into a ballroom

THE NEWEST WHAT

OVER WHAT

Oh that sounds

Wait wait wait

The whole burger?

Nevermind, now it's a texture thing

And that's that on that!

We’ll be sightseeing in the next one!

#waffle plays #waffle plays twst #twst al'ab nariya

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mysocialtrust · 2 years

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Veni vidi vici tattoo

Trying to be friendly I asked if they were the names of his kids. All images and Tattoo Design ideas shared only for information purpose. He had the words 'Veni, Vidi, Vici' tattooed on his arm. We do not claim anything as we translated and re-published using google translator. It will remind you to always keep doing the right things and have faith in all your battles! Need more inspiration 101 amazing veni vidi vici tattoo ideas that will blow your mind! | 150 101 amazing veni vidi vici tattoo ideas that will blow your mind! | 151 101 amazing veni vidi vici tattoo ideas that will blow your mind! | 152 101 amazing veni vidi vici tattoo ideas that will blow your mind! | 153 101 amazing veni vidi vici tattoo ideas that will blow your mind! | 154 101 amazing veni vidi vici tattoo ideas that will blow your mind! | 155 101 amazing veni vidi vici tattoo ideas that will blow your mind! | 156ĭisclaimer: Curated and re-published here. If you want a tattoo that will stay with you for a lifetime and have a deeper meaning, give the veni vidi vici tattoo a chance. On that noteĪs you can see, veni vidi vici is an interesting saying, with an important message that both men and women should praise. You can decorate the veni vidi vici design in numbers, roman numerals, and eye-catching details if you like bold tattoos. Sie haben vielleicht schon einmal davon gehrt oder gehrt, obwohl Sie nicht wussten, woher es eigentlich kam. Those who don’t like small ideas and love unusual placements should opt for this veni vidi vici tattoo. Semi-Permanent Tattoo Temporary Tattoo For Adults Realistic, Natural, Waterproof & Doesn't Peel Off Easy.ink Real AF Semi-Permanent Tattoo Lasting 1-2 Weeks Note, this is NOT a sticker. Vici Stomach Tattoo Designs 101 amazing veni vidi vici tattoo ideas that will blow your mind! | 149īelly tattoos are not common tattoos. Veni Vidi Vici Lion tattoo The lion, king of the jungle, and the famous quote by a great leader. Though most females prefer to have their tattoos on the lower back portion of their bodies so they can easily show it off. Want to get away from Gen Z for a little bit Have some big Gen X energy Maybe you just want to pop in and. something nice and easy for a first tattoo.7. Lower back Veni Vidi Vici tattoo Great for both men and women. Contents show 1 Source: Pinterest Veni, vidi, vici: These famous words. If u guys have any other suggestions i'd love to hear it. into and pursuing tattoo removal to rise Knows not just Latin and English. but so far it looks really good !ītw, you have any thoughts about having any physical side effects when getting tattooed ? The veni, vidi, vici tattoo speaks volumes about the person wearing this ink. It’s no surprise that you’ll see this phrase tattooed on men and women alike. It translates to, I came, I saw, I conquered. Hmm i realize i'm just justifying this to myself haha. Veni, vidi, vici is a Latin phrase attributed to Julius Caesar. i mean i don't see why it should be seen as trying to copy zyzz (even though that was the direct inspiration), rather taking a leaf out of a great man who uttered an immortal phrase 2 millennia ago The meaning and a translation stand for ‘I came, I saw, I conquered’. He used this phrase before getting his victory in a war. The unique meaning of this tattoo implies that a person has found and seen wisdom, an understanding, or a new belief that no matter the degree of difficulty, nothing will ever bring this person down. The Veni Vidi vici tattoo is a Latin phrase that was said by Julius Caesar. I get that, but in my country at least i don't see a lot of people running around with it (mainly bec here the bb community is smaller, and therefore less mainstream knowledge of zyzz)Īnd i'm thinking it might be personal to him but the message is pretty universal and can apply to everyone (like you) trying to effect changes and overcome challenges. The veni vidi vici tattoo can tell the world about political struggles, economic pain, or a journey to a new religious path. It's all on how you feel about it, i personally wouldn't walk around as a copy, but rather try to come up something unique for myself. There's a lot of people running around with that tattoo nowadays. I think the tattoo has some class to it, but it was personal to him.

#Veni vidi vici tattoo

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sunsents · 3 years

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Empty - F.W (1/2)

Gah daym this was a JOURNEY to write. I swore to myself to never write angst because, well I suck at it. But here we are, I swear this has a good ending because my heart can't bear that. I could've written this much better, so I promise to bring my A GAME for chapter 2. Enjoy, also Lee in this is a hate crime. This is very story telling-esk so I hope it flows well.

I wouldn't have written this chapter without the help of my good friend @mochiixjimin she helped me edit and spice up this whole thing so thank you so much to her! She's an amazing writer, go check out her work and show her some big love right now or else!! her wattpad

Chapter 1 out of 2 (Backstory)

Summary —> Life has always been a cruel joke to you, yet you simply play along. Overshadowed by Eva Burke your whole life, watching from the sidelines while everyone flooded each other with love, it would always feel like a joke.

Pairing: fredweasley x fem!reader

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST (with a fluffy ending in the second part) / One mature scene (18+) and then it's angst again <3 / Some slander / Offensive language

Rating: 18+

DON’T REPOST MY WORK

You were a bright child.

Beaming bright enough to keep a tight lipped smile during flu-shots, and enough to put on a happy façade when your dad threw away the drawing you had done of your family dog, rather than hang it up on the fridge.

Children have foolish dreams, and that was yours. Your friends in preschool boasted about their pictures being hung like trophies on fridges, with decorative magnets and even bigger pink bow ties.

The fridge in the Y/L/N manor was empty. Always empty, just how Ms. Y/L/N liked it. Empty marble floors with empty rug designs, and empty rooms with even emptier people living in it. They were both empty people. Hollow and void of any emotion, at least towards you.

You were different though. You were filled to the brim with ambition and hope and so many positive emotions that your parents never seemed to reflect on you. You were like those Disney princesses. The princesses always had hope, and when you have hope good things happen.

Right?

Your dad never meant to give you false hope. He just wished you’d keep your mouth shut as he worked until late hours. Using big words and having big aspirations, you shouldn’t have.

Mr and Mrs Y/L/N weren't bad people per say, just busy. They didn't know how to raise a child, this was obvious, because the purpose of even having a child was to fix their marriage. But a temporary fix wouldn't do it, it never did. There was always that hole on the roof, leaking rain of despair into their falsely built home that no bucket big enough could hold back. Because it always found a way to overflow.

They didn't know how to show their love, so they did it with money, clothes, toys and crayons that you would later use to draw pictures of your family, only to have them end up in the dumpster once again.

They spoiled you rotten, bought you gifts you never even dreamed of asking. You just shut up and enjoyed it, what else could you do? Whine and demand attention? Risk losing their favor? There was no favor to lose.

You got yourself a fat A plus on your third grade math test. Star stickers on your chest, you entered through the glass double doors of your house with a crooked smile - two front teeth missing of course - making your joy all the more endearing. Your backpack strapped tightly over your narrow shoulders, hanging low with all the crammed books you pushed before leaving school because you were just so excited to show your parents.

You received a big sloppy kiss from your Nanny, who practically was like a second mom to you, and dashed right into your fathers office to show him your new accomplishment.

"Good job, I'm proud of you."

You froze. You found a way to actually get their attention. The attention you so craved, the recognition you would die for. This was revolutionary. Basically a new era for you.

Nanny made you a star shaped cake that night, and sat with you while gently stroking your hair and listening to you blabber about how easy the math questions were. It felt warm, motherly love. Even if it was false, it would never compare to the love of your own mother, a love you would never get.

You spent all your night studying, your eyes burning under the harsh light of your lamp in the early mornings and your pencil, ebbing away over sheets and sheets of blank paper. Writing away your little hands off until they ached, just to snatch another A and get a good job.

This was good, it worked out very well. You became that student who looked forward to class, just to get a good grade and have the validation of your parents. The sight of your father’s lips quirk up even in the slightest, and how your mother’s eyes shone briefly in appreciation of your hard work, even if it was for a quick second, it was worth it.

Until the new neighbors moved in.

Mr. Burke was a round, cheerful man with an even rounder belly, and a big fat pipe that always hung on his lips. Mrs Burke looked and acted like those fairy godmothers you adored. You couldn’t believe such people existed. Mr Y/L/N invited them over for dinner, for courtesy. He was not happy about said courtesy.

He ended up liking the couple, they had a little daughter called Eva, who was small and adorable with round red cheeks and big doe eyes. Not only Mr and Mrs Burke, but the Y/L/N’s adored Eva as well. She was happy, always smiling, and her teeth weren't nearly as crooked as yours, not to mention she had pretty long hair like a princess.

You liked her a lot, took her to pick flowers, showed her the drawings you had prepared for the empty fridge; in case Mr Y/L/N ever had a change of heart and hung them up, you had been trying for three years and weren't giving up any sooner.

Eva was nice, kind enough to share her M&M's and very used to compliments unlike you. She seemed to get a lot from her parents and yours. The adults were so kind to her, always smothering her with love and kisses. You were happy for Eva, happy that Eva somehow managed to gain the favor of your parents before you did.

Little girls tended to be jealous, you weren’t. You were just glad to have a friend so cool, she didn't blush and stutter under praise and apparently her drawings were pretty enough to go on a fridge.

It was a Thursday afternoon when your mom smiled at you for the first time since your last exam grade. "Look, Eva drew us a picture, isn't it pretty?"

The crayola stash under your bed was no longer needed, they appeared clumsily dumped in the neighborhood trash the next day, most of them stomped under the pressure of your little sneakers. And the bundle of drawings you hid under your pillow, wishing on fairy godmother that one day they would be hung up too, were ripped; clearly a struggle given. You had paper cuts on your hands, and your Nanny thankfully applied ointment before Ms and Mr Y/L/N noticed, or rather, stopped to care.

Though you knew that even if you paraded herself with bloody fingers dripping to your elbows, they wouldn't care.

Nanny did, she was there. There when you were haunted with nightmares when the moon was particularly dark, cooing at you and letting you sleep next to her in that small bed of hers. There when you tripped and fell, small scratch resulting in a screaming tantrum. She was gentle, sweet, paid well.

You decided to go and pick flowers with Eva, and make a pretty flower crown for yourself, months after your drawing incident. Of course, you didn't have such silly dreams anymore. You didn’t wish to have your pictures hung, to have your mother wear the flower crowns you made and frankly you didn’t care for the sight of the sparkle in your parents eyes. Nanny’s was enough.

Eva agreed, dressed in a pink tutu Mrs Y/L/N gifted. You didn't comment, though deep down you gazed at the skirt in sparkling envy. Your mother never bothered to get you such pretty things. The two of you gathered saturated petals and nice ribbons while giggling amongst yourselves. Until, you accidentally caused Eva’s flowers to levitate.

Eva ran home, crying and calling you a witch. Mr and Mrs Y/L/N’s dirty looks made her feel shameful, and even dirtier when a letter addressed to her was dropped by a pretty owl you insisted on petting. It was from a school called Hogwarts, in the faraway land of London, and it seemed, not only you but Eva got the same letter the next day.

Though the Y/L/N’s and Burke’s were proud of Eva’s letter. They weren’t with yours.

— — — —

The ride to Hogwarts was interesting to say the least. You had so many questions unanswered, were you a fairy godmother too? Was that your destiny? Was that the reason you never got any attention, because you were destined to give instead of receive?

Eva was cheerful as always, making fast friends in newly bought uniforms and holding a pretty, long and thin wand, with designs flowing across the premise. Your wand was...functional. You were sad you couldn't choose, and that the wand chose the owner. It didn't make sense, what if you didn't want this wand? What if you wanted something charming like Eva’s? It should have been mutual.

It was while trying to find your way to the bathroom that you met the Weasley twins. Quite handsome, a year older and absolute fucktards. A word you learned from the two. Though you always found yourself laughing more at Fred’s jokes, you liked them both equally.

“Hey George! Look.” Fred had exclaimed, clinging onto his brothers shoulder and dragging him across. “Who's that girl?”

You introduced yourself, happy façade on, gentle words slipping out of your mouth like nectar. They had to like you, you told yourself. Just this once, more than Eva.

When sorted into Gryffindor, Eva, you and the twins became inseparable. Your group grew in second year, when Katie, Lee and Alicia Spinnet joined the bunch. You would make fun of the ghastly Potions Professor Snape, and imitate Dumbledore in the hallways to mess with the older students.

You loved your time at Hogwarts, and the adventures that came every year. Especially when Harry Potter joined.

“Hey Fred.”

Fred, who was fiddling with his bracelet you had bought him hummed in response, not bothering to look up.

You sighed, “Do you think the flowers can feel it when we pluck them?”

Fred turned at that, his bracelet was now tightly secure after his struggles. “I hope not.” he smiled, a faraway look on his face whenever he gazed at you. “You know, some people like pain.” he winked.

You merely looked at him confused, clearly way too young for...whatever that is.

He started laughing loudly, slapping his knee and causing you to scoff and slap him on the shoulder.

Third year was when it bloomed. The slight girly attention you gave Fred grew. Fred was...Fred. A handsome ginger, beater for their house's Quidditch team, always charming and charismatic that somehow oozed out of him whenever he did anything really. It was not unusual, every girl in school had a crush on him. That wasn't the case, Fred was one of your best friends, and you refused to entertain the idea of a possible...relationship.

Yet sometimes, you'd find yourself thinking about hugging and kissing Fred like you’d seen couples in your favorite movies did and you’d fall asleep with reddened cheeks and a boy with even redder hair in your mind.

But feelings couldn’t be controlled, nor easily hidden. Eva found out in your fourth year after hearing you mumble his name in your dreams. Fred Weasley was getting more handsome as years passed, and you found it hard to contain your feelings. You were crushing, hard.

Eva was...Eva about it. Happy, but nothing changed. She didn't tease like George did when he found out, nor did she act any differently towards Fred.

“Hey ____!” Fred had sat next to you, shaking the entire couch because he grew that tall during summer. “Got a new girl after me.” he looked at you, almost expectantly, as if you wouldn’t react the way you always reacted.

“That’s great Fred.” you smiled, gulping whatever lump that was forming in your throat and struggling to come out as vulgar words you wished to yell.

“Yeah,” Fred sighed, “It’s...great.”

Fred Weasley was a ladies man, and he wasn't afraid to show it. It was okay, because you were happy enough to be one of his closest, and that was enough. He often boasted about getting girls, and how successful his jokes were, and you always loved snapping back to him cockily, even more cockily than him. Playful banter was easy, comforting between them and when he turned away you would love to shyly entertain the idea of being one of those girl’s Fred talked about.

Fifth year, you had a sudden growth spurt. That was also the year where you discovered Cosmopolitan, Vogue and of course Witch Weekly. Hair no longer in a ponytail, legs shaved and smooth, short skirts with no nylons, you were a new person. After getting your period in third year, your spurt came late, but sudden. Way too sudden in the time of three months. It was hard to handle the changes occurring to your body. It was all too much that you had to become a lady and the fact that you didn’t have your mother to help was a pain you hid deep within.

It was as if whichever god above decided to squeeze your entire life into a summer and call it a day, because it was simply too busy. How ironic. No one saw your growth except old Nanny Gladys. Not Eva, nor her parents considering they went on a getaway and the Burke's, who had gone to Brazil.

But you were over that, you discovered the great telephone, and the great Hermione Granger, package deal with Ginny Weasley. You guys would talk on the phone for hours upon hours, Ginny obscuring your personality and Hermione altering your view on your parents. And Hermione was right, they were assholes. You didn't give a flying fuck about empty praises anymore.

You had become almost too tall for your older clothes, and your breasts were way too big to fit in the training bra you bought not even a month ago. Your hips, now wide and swaying as you walk became graceful, were decorated with long gem bracelets.

You cursed like a sailor that summer, ran around fields with family - your family being your dog, Jambo - bare feet. You stomped on flowers you used to pick as a little girl, stomping on those silly fairytale dreams you used to nurse, and never felt freer. For the first time ever you felt that maybe being empty could be more freeing than having false hope weighing you down.

Returning to Hogwarts was a big deal to students. Who changed, who glowed up after what happened last year - nothing, it was all childish drama.

Before your parents could even see your new self, your escapade to the Granger household was successful. The Y/L/N's didn't care, nor did they write. You knew it should’ve hurt, but frankly, you didn’t think having the pain in your chest was worth it. Hermione was awestruck, of course, after laying her sights on you for the first time since May and insisted on walking into the Entrance Hall, arm in arm with her and Ginny to show you off like some sort of revelation.

It was a revelation all right, at least to the boys, and some girls. It seemed no one saw you as a girl before. George oogled, and Lee was so shocked to find out that you were actually a girl with a pretty figure and an even prettier smile that he stopped clapping you on the back like he always did. Not a girl, you have become a woman. It was far too sudden, new uniforms and a whole new wardrobe had to be bought.

"____? You were a girl?" Fred joked, ruffling your hair like nothing changed between you. And that's when you realized, no slutty skirt, how much pushup your bra, or no matter how pretty your hair looked, Fred would always see you as ____, the girl with crooked front teeth and who once ate a worm in second year. Your teeth weren't crooked at all anymore - thanks to a few years of braces - and finally clear of uncomfortable metals but you felt as if Fred would always see the ghost of them on your pearly whites when you smiled.

He had this view of you that blinded him, caused him to treat you as he treated Ginny while he flirted and played footsie with other girls, including Eva.

That did not stop Eva from giving you false hope, and you took the bait, naive like always. Hope, that's what ruined it all. "You're beautiful now, of course you have a chance!" she said, rubbing your shoulder reassuringly, as if she had warmth to begin with.

It was all false, yet you still believed. You always had. Like a fool.

Ginny didn't like Eva, and maybe that's why you gravitated towards her. She was the first person who had ever met Eva that wasn't charmed by her kind smile and attractive words. Eva was...displeased. She grew up having the attention of everyone around, so when Ginny Weasley told her straight to her face that she wasn't shit, Eva seethed. The attention of Ginny changed nothing though, because Eva was the main character. Everyone - except Ginny, and secretly Hermione (though she would never say it) - loved her, they followed her around like puppies and praised her on her wonky wand work.

The upcoming Yule Ball brought great upswing to Hogwarts.

You were far too busy with her classes to take interest in the tournament - even though the dragon race was the gnarliest sight you had ever seen. Your goal was set, become a badass Auror and move out as soon as possible, so you didn't have to face your parents (except Holidays, yuck.)

But the Yule Ball was your chance. A chance with Fred Weasley.

You could ask to go as friends and maybe, just maybe a little hope and the night would end much more romantic than you had anticipated.

Plucking up courage was the hardest part, you practiced with your bathroom mirror so long that Ginny had to blast through the door and drag you out of her dormitory.

Fred Weasley agreed, why wouldn't he? You, his closest friend, asking to go as a group and drink all night while gossiping? It was a win win. At least that's what you told herself.

That was a lie, it wasn't a win win.

You gave it your all getting ready, dress silk, makeup and expensive shoes. You took a long shower, scrubbing and shaving yourself to a smooth gliding porcelain, only for it all to be washed down with reddened eyes and a boy with even redder hair.

Fred greeted you the same, danced the same, and you chatted the same; you were reminded again, for the second time, that you stood no chance.

Fred told you that he was going to get drinks, a quick trip to the booth and mumbled I'll be back in a second. He was not back in a second. Several minutes passed, and your worries caused your feet to follow after Fred's footsteps.

You ran, trying to find him in the empty corridors of Hogwarts, tears welling in your eyes because he wouldn't. He wasn't that cruel, life wasn't that cruel.

But it was, and in a distant empty classroom you saw Fred Weasley, on his knees and between Eva's legs, groaning and praising her like a starved man. Worshipping her like everyone else had, burying himself in her and completely forgetting the drink he’d bring back in just a second. He’d left you thirsty and alone in the Great Hall and left you to drink from a cup he hadn’t known to be forbidden. Yet Eva did.

Eva's perfect dainty hands tangled in his ginger hair, thighs clamping shut while her high pitched moans flooded your mind and echoed around your head. They were so loud that she couldn’t even hear the loud echoes of your footsteps and the woeful cries that left your lips as you ran. It wouldn’t be the first time she had ignored your pain for her own selfish reasons.

Your heart shattered, and suddenly you were six again, watching your parents praise Eva, hang her drawing on the fridge. A soft breeze tickling your bare toes, dangling from the small cushioned seat you sat on while you watched Eva braid Mrs Y/L/N’s hair. Emotionless, silent, not asking for anything, knowing that you won't receive in return. Eva's small hands carefully placed the flower crown on Mrs Y/L/N’s pool of hair, and she smiled, heart warming and hopeful. Suddenly you remembered the feel of your own hands tangling in between your locks as you stood on your tiptoes, trying to imitate your mothers braid on yourself in the mirror you couldn't reach. You pretended, only for a moment before it twisted into knots.

What a cruel joke, you thought as you watched Eva receive the world from Fred, from your parents, from your friends and from every damn person you had met.

You cried on a big set of stairs that night, your wails echoing as you asked whoever, whatever what you had done. What you had done to deserve such treatment from the people around you. It was rather cliche - and maybe a bit too dramatic. It was an uncomfortable seat of course, and your body, as well as your heart, ached. Pain, misery, false hope and enough hair spray to melt the ozone.

The princesses always cried on big sets of stairs, uncomfortable stone floors causing them to shiver while they hid away their beautifully animated faces in their perfect hands. This was different, there was no fairy godmother to fix your makeup and clone a gentlemanly Fred Weasley, a perfect prince. You knew, because you cried, and prayed and cried and prayed until your throat was sore. There was no fairy godmother, it was all a lie. There was no happy ending. There would be none.

No one came to find you that night either, and you had to drag yourself back to the Gryffindor common room, feet bare, mascara, blush - anything else you put on in hopes of being able to become like Eva even only for one night - practically nonexistent from the way your tears washed them away.

You didn't sleep that night, and your head was unusually clear, pounding, but clear. You laid awake, eyes blood-shot and stinging while your dress shuffled uncomfortably between your sheets. You were too tired to change, and your dress was far too pretty to be worn so short.

Ginny's words replayed over and over again. "They're not worth it." her voice was so clear, and true. Mr and Mrs Burke weren't worth it. Your parents weren't worth it. Fred Weasley wasn't worth it. Eva wasn't worth it. The midnight chirping of bugs invited themselves in from your open window, and blue moonlight streaks beaming down in lines from the tulle curtain flowed with breeze, it was calming.

You felt calm, for the first time in sixteen years. You felt calm.

Fred and Eva started dating that week. Everyone acted like they expected it, and you realized just how blind you had been. Eva Burke and Fred Weasley, golden couple of Hogwarts.

You watched them, emotionless, as they embraced with love and so much passion that you felt embarrassed. Embarrassed at how you’d blushed and squeal over Fred in front of Eva and George and anyone who had found out because now you knew. Now you knew that their amused smiles were probably pitying grimaces because they knew that you two were never meant to be. It was always Fred and Eva.

Fred was an amazing boyfriend, making sure Eva was taken care of, lovingly staring at her whenever and wherever, arm looped around her waist at all times; you realized they were truly not worth it.

"You disgust me."

You didn't mean the words to escape so carelessly, but when you said them, you realized you didn't want to take them back. The growing pit in your stomach felt weightless. "Excuse me?" said Fred, stopping his nibbling on Eva's neck, who was just as shocked. You scoffed, Eva already had enough purple bruises to parade around so why did Fred have the need to add more?

"You heard me right," George, Lee, Ron, Harry, Katie and whoever sitting in their circle stared at you, wide-eyed, Ginny and Hermione, however, were grinning devilishly. Kind ____, wouldn't hurt a fly, quiet at times and didn't know how to stand up for herself. It was shocking, but you were done pretending. You didn't want to be like that anymore, you wanted to say whatever came to mind and not worry about the consequences. "You guys disgust me, I know I should be supportive but you don't match, at all."

You turned to George. "And you, no you can't talk about Katie like that." George went pink. "You're disgusting for sleeping around carelessly and telling girls you'd write, stop giving people false hope. Grow up. You’re nearly an adult and you can’t even treat a girl right."

"And you Lee," Lee went quiet. "What gives you the right to make fun of me like that. I'll wear whatever the fuck I want, just because you don't have the courage to wear a headband. If you can talk about my breasts, I'll talk about your shrimp."

"Ron, you take advantage of Hermione then lead her on. Open your eyes, asshole."

"Harry, you're not the main character. You're not always going to be the center of attention, nor do you have the right to yell at your friends."

"Alicia, god you're so stupid. I'm sorry, you're great but such an airhead. No, you can't ride a Thestral if you can't see them, and stop eating quill ink they're bad for you."

You stood up, grinning proudly, heart loud in your chest you feared someone might hear. "Frankly, I don't wanna be friends anymore. I'm done with this façade, except you two, 'Gin, Hermione. The rest of you are just so fake." she gestured to them. "Boys," she nodded again. "Don't talk to me anymore, and Lee, give me back the money, think it's about time don't you think? I've been paying for you since third year."

And with that, you left. You left Three Broomsticks, grin wide and chest heaving. Hermione and Ginny ran behind, whooping and cheering you on as they laughed.

The news of your outburst spread fast like wildfire caught in wind. That week was bliss, you no longer had to watch Fred and Eva, nor did you have to act sweet to anyone. You didn't have to laugh along Lee's sexist jokes and look away to wince, it was pure bliss. You realized that the feeling of being free didn’t have to be momentary.

Pansy Parkinson was surprisingly a good friend, she didn't have the same fakeness to her, the one Eva had where her smile was too kind. She spoke her mind, though every Slytherin did, and you liked that. Ginny wasn't happy with your new found friends, but she couldn't separate you. You made your own decisions from now on. It was refreshing.

You told your new friends everything, eager to get it off your chest and breathe, and they listened. For the first time, someone listened. You didn't have to get good grades, nor did you have to act like a sweet angel.

You teared up the first time Pansy said; "It's not your fault,". You knew it wasn't your fault, but hearing someone else say it with such genuine eyes made you believe. Actually believe.

It started off with you watching from the sidelines as Draco and Blaise pranked, insulted and shamed whatever your old friend group did. It wasn't unusual for Draco to act this way, but he got especially irritated after hearing what you told them. Blaise, someone usually quiet, had stepped up and decided to somehow release the pent up anger he had for the Gryffindor students.

The year ended, and you had started to sneak in an insult or two towards Fred and Eva. It felt nice, like finally, step by step you were clearing your years of hidden jealousy. But, there was no one to tell you that this simply wasn't the right way.

That summer, you stayed at the Burrow. Ginny had invited you and you were quick to say yes; obviously a fact forgotten. Fred, George and whoever you had insulted last year stayed in the same house. You simply didn't want to go home, and if this meant seeing Fred Weasley then you had to endure it.

Molly Weasley was the sweetest person you could ever meet, and it was genuine. It felt genuine, you feared your teeth might rot if the woman got another word in. Molly greeted you as if you were her own daughter she hadn't seen in years. You felt valued, seen.

Until Eva was there, Fred invited her. You had to watch the only person you were able to love, introduce the only person he was able to love to his mother. It wasn't you. It would never be you.

And you realized, even after everything, Eva had once again found a way to be more loved than you.

The grin Molly broke out was nothing short of beautiful, and you couldn't help but smile as well. The smile wasn't directed towards you of course, and you sat on that small kitchen chair, celebrating a relationship that caused your ruin.

Eva didn't care that your friendship was over, nothing budged in her life. She still got the same attention, still received the same love from Fred. The same affection, the same attention and the same everything. Or so it seemed.

Though unlike Eva, Fred merely watched you with sad eyes.

You stayed clear of the couple and the rest. You hung out with Ginny and Hermione only, ignoring the dirty looks Ron and Harry gave you. The secret, whispered insults Eva threw your way. George didn't say anything, but he didn't object either. This was enough to show how he felt. At this point you really didn't care. Why would you, when they didn’t either?

You held your head high just like Ginny and Hermione told you to, and you spoke in a loud and clear tone whenever asked something. Eva didn't, she stuttered when you spoke to her directly. Her words scrambled against each other when she tried to voice her insults in louder statements than a whisper. For the first time, you felt relief. You felt intimidating, protected by the barriers you had built around yourself.

Longest day of summer hit, and it boiled. Tanning became a distant dream, you would bake in this weather, and you were thankful to the big AC box you had brought from home. You couldn't sleep that night, sweat beads falling down your forehead that was already covered in a thin sheen. You had decided to get a cold glass of water, not sure how you ended up face to face with Fred Weasley. His wand tip shone with blue light, and his freckles were much darker because of the sun. It seemed the sun decided to be cruel to Fred Weasley back and wash Fred over with it's deathly heat. He was sunburnt, this was an understatement. He was burnt.

You couldn't help but start laughing when you met, ignoring the proximity, ignoring the sleeping house, dead silent and a big leap from the lively Burrow, ignoring Fred's soft breaths he let out every other second. You couldn't live off on false hope anymore.

Suddenly it wasn't so funny anymore, and your face quickly fell. You took a big step back and inhaled, ready to ignore him like you had been doing for the past year. But Fred Weasley was a persistent man, and he gripped your arm and looked at you with determined, doe-like eyes. "Tell me what I did wrong." he said, adamant on fixing this, whatever this was. You both didn't know.

You stood silent.

"Please flower,"

"Don't call me that." you said, stern and gaze sharp. Fred didn't react, he kept on insisting.

"Please, tell me how to fix this. I can fix it," he pleaded, a plethora of empty promises fell out of his lips like nothing. He lied like it was nothing, he was oblivious to everything he and everyone around them had put you through. It was infuriating.

You didn't say anything. You knew he would not fix anything but maybe staying silent would give him the false hope that spinned mockingly in your head for the past eighteen years.

"I'm sorry, just please. I can fix this, I promise, don't be like that." empty tears fell down from his eyes. He looked empty, tired. They lacked the charm they usually shined with and you wondered if it was only you that caused such dullness. Eye bags prominent that you never noticed before. It all felt like a lie, a cruel joke.

Fred Weasley was simply a cruel joke. His presence could only be compared to a shot of whiskey, especially when you down it like how Hagrid nurses a Firewhiskey filled pint glass. You never know how it will hit you. But in the end, you'd always find yourself curled next to the toilet, crying your eyes out because your headache was simply too much.

He was sobbing now, hanging onto your waist like you would simply vanish and you let him. The grip he had on was like steel vice - almost concerning - but you didn't touch him, didn't say anything. You just let him be, like he did to you. Allowed him to hopelessly hang off you before you would eventually leave him alone, like he did to you. "Where did I go wrong? How could we end up like this? What went wrong?"

‘You’, but your voice couldn’t be found.

Questions were useless when the answer was already right in front of his eyes. You didn’t let a single tear fall, you wouldn't forgive yourself if you cried in front of him.

You blinked, and that night was over. Summer continued on like nothing happened, like it didn't leave you heart broken and in such shame yet again. You continued on ignoring Fred as he looked at you with sorrowful eyes. Looked at you more, with more than he did his own girlfriend.

You blinked and the school year started again with another terror looming around the corner. There was simply no need to keep up anymore, because school was easy. You attended classes, got good grades, a few scar here and there from Umbridge's torture chamber, a woman who stood at a whopping five foot three yet still teriffied an entire school.

You blinked and you had already become a proud member of Draco's insult the Gryffindor's club. You didn't even feel bad, being horrible to the people you hated for years felt like a breath of fresh air. You didn't go as far as physically hurting any of your old friends, but coming up with damaging insults was such fun. A lot more fun than sitting around with a fake smile.

You blinked, and you were already moving out from your childhood house. Mr and Mrs Y/L/N were unusually happy, this was a given. They would have a new empty room and make another office, like they didn't have enough already. You feared they would start getting rid of bathrooms once too into their work, and they would have to do their business in bushes or buckets. Scratch that, you didn't fear that, it would be fucking hilarious.

You blinked, and when had time passed too quickly? Where did all those empty childhood years had gone? You were already graduating, on your way to become an Auror. You had lost contact with all your old friends now, regretfully Ginny and Hermione too.

The war had hit too quickly, luckily you survived, so did your friends. Unluckily, it left you with a nasty scar right across your left brow. It looked sick, but the hit wasn't worth it. It hurt like a bitch. You could see, it was a close call but vision wasn't an issue. The trauma though, god did Bellatrix's breath smell bad.

When it was all over, you had seen Fred hugging his family tightly. It seemed the Weasley's all survived, and you gave them each tight lipped smiles while holding a bunched up rag to your head to stop the blood gushing out. This wasn't the reunion you wanted to have with Ginny, but hey, you take what you can get after a revolutionary Wizarding war you barely made out alive.

Before a franticly running Fred could reach you though, you apparated to your flat in Diagon Alley, ignoring the thrumming of your heart, and how you practiced in front of a mirror to congratulate their successful joke shop that morning.

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CONGRATS ON 800, LOVE! IM SO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO SUBMIT SOMETHING EARLIER (this is shemarmooresfedora but from another acct because mine has been shadowbanned for some reason)

i’ll do ❤️🤡💄🛏 please and thank you

maybe like spencer invites you to something as his date and you’re both crushing on each other but it’s not official until the reservation only booked one room

I LOVE YOU DORY!!! i am so sorry you're shadowbanned that is so weird? i hope this cheers you up a little! thank you for all the love and support, and for helping me create little Jo in Amoreena <3

cw: flirting, fake married, mutual pining, high school reunions, assault, love confessions, one bed, implied sex, kissing,

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When he got the invitation in the mail, he thought nothing of it. He left it in the pile on his counter and went off to work the way he always would. He hasn’t been back to his old high school since he was 13, the 15 year reunion was coming up and he was invited.

He wasn’t going to go. He never went to any event unless it was a CalTech alumni event. Because there he was respected, there he was Doctor Spencer Reid, the FBI’s asset and excellent graduate. He was a nobody, a kid and a loser in high school.

“You okay?” Y/N notices he’s quieter than normal, he’s staring off past his desk and she’s worried for him.

“Huh?” He turns to her, “I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t look like it,” she whispers, “come get a coffee with me down at the kart?”

He nods and stands silently, following her out of the room and away from all their friends, in the elevator she knows he’s more comfortable.

“What’s going on, Spence?”

“My high school reunion is coming up, and I really want to go and prove to them that I’m not a dork anymore…” his voice is low and his eyes are fixated on the floor.

Her face drops, she pulls the emergency button and wraps herself around him. “You have never been a dork, Spencer. You have always been magnificent and they’re too dumb to see that.”

He holds her in return, settling as he rests his chin on her shoulder. She feels nice and warm, her hair smells like apples and her laundry detergent is all over her shirt.

“Would you come back to Vegas with me and pretend to be my girlfriend? Say things like that and make them think I’ve got it all?”

He cant see how much she smiles while they hug, “yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend for the day.”

—

She buys the nicest dress imaginable, they fly out to Vegas together and she’s so excited she forgot to ask for her own room. Or at least that’s what she tells him because she really wanted a chance to sleep with him, in more ways than one.

Even to just cuddle with Spencer Reid would be a gift, so she goes all out to seduce him. She looked impeccable, He was thinking it was her way of helping him show off… he was so clueless she was going to have to be the smart one when it came to getting him to see her as more than a friend. She wanted him, she was going to show him just how good she would be to him if she was his.

Her dress hugs her in all the right places, she wraps an arm around Spencer’s middle and holds him close. They walk in like they own the place, everyone is taking turns looking at them as they walk to the name tag table.

“Hi, Spener Reid,” he smiles, “and my plus one.”

“Hi,” Y/N waved at the woman behind the desk.

“Hello,” she smiles, “here are your name tags, Mr. and Mrs. Reid.”

“Oh we’re—“

“Thank you,” Y/N smiles, she takes the name tags from the woman. “Newlyweds, my rings getting resized, he’s still adjusting to the title.”

“Ah, my husband was the same, called it wedding bell shock,” she smiled, old enough to have a husband with shell-shock as well.

“Can I have a pen?” Y/N asks, “or a marker?”

“Here,” she hands her a sharpie.

Y/N leans onto the table to scratch out the Mr. and replace it with Dr. “He has 3 Ph.D.’s you know? My husband is the smartest man in the FBI.”

“Oh,” she looks shocked, “thank you for your service sir.”

He blushes and nods, “thank you.”

Y/N peels the sticker off and sticks it to Spencer's chest before leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose, she gets lipstick on him. She smiles and wipes it off, “there, still cute.”

The rest of the night is much of the same; she hangs off him, telling all the people who used to bully him that she was so madly in love with him, he was super smart and he was so strong and sexy on the job.

She slips away from him to get a drink while he explains how profiling works to his crowd of new fans. She’s filling her cup with punch when a weird, balding man slides up beside her, his hand touching her waist. She looks at him quickly, recognizing his name from the worst childhood story Spencer ever shared with her.

“Hey there, hot stuff,” he tried to hit on her.

She puts her cup down calmly and takes his hand off her, bending his arm behind his back and slamming him face-first into the punch bowl. She pulls his face back up by his hair, “that was for touching me.”

Then she slams him onto the floor where he coughs out punch from his lungs. “And that was for what you did to my husband as a kid, he was a Kid! You may have peaked in high school, but at least Doctor Reid doesn’t have a widow's peak, like yours. He is the smartest, sexiest, and most wonderful man in the world and you're nothing but a loser.”

Spencer turns around at the sound of her voice, “oooo” echos around the gym as everyone looks at the scene unfolding. Patrick, the asshole quarterback that traumatized him as a child, was on the ground covered in red juice as he complained about a sore arm.

Y/N smiles at him and waves before rejoining Spencer, “he doesn’t know how to keep his hands to himself.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Spencer suggests and she is all too eager to skip out of the room with him, right past Patrick.

—

She slams him against the wall as soon as they’re inside the hotel room again, kissing him with more desperation than she’s ever felt in her life. She needed him, he was her last piece and then she’d be complete.

She breaks the kiss to move down his neck as she loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt. “Are you sure we can be friends after this?”

“I’d hope my husband was my best friend,” she whispers against his skin.

He pulls her away from his neck, hands on her cheeks so he can look at her and read her expressions as best as possible, “I’m serious, I don’t want to do this if it’s going to make working together hard.”

“You’re an idiot,” she smiles, “I have been in love with you for months Spencer. I want this, I have wanted you for so long…”

His breathing changes as she explains her feelings, leaning in to kiss his neck again and make her way down his chest. “I’ve thought about this for so long Spencer, you have no idea how many dirty thoughts I have about doing things like this with you.”

“I got 1 bed on purpose,” he gasps out, “I wanted to sleep beside you… I hoped—

She smiles against him, “I know. That’s why I didn’t tell you to get 2…”

“You’re really not kidding?” He sounds so desperate it’s almost sad.

She stops her kissing and looks at him again, “why is it so hard for you to believe all the things I’ve said about you tonight? I’m not just trying to impress them, I’m telling the whole fucking world that the person I am in love with is the smartest man they will ever meet. People should bow at your feet, Spencer, let me appreciate you for how incredibly wonderful you are and stop doubting my feelings.”

“You love me?” Tears well in his eyes and he feels like a complete idiot, “why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I wanted you to admit it first,” she whispers, equally as embarrassed. “I have a huge crush on you Spence, it’s not just that I love you, I never want to stop. You’re so nice and kind and funny? And you make me smile every day and I laugh even on the worst days ever because you’re there, and when I think about the future and reunions and events like this that I have to go to one day, and all I want is to bring you along and show everyone that you’re mine.”

She rambled more than he did, “so please, will you unzip my dress and join me in our one bed, husband?”

“Absolutely, my beautiful wife,” he turns her around, moving her hair off her back, he kisses her shoulder softly.

He moves the zip down as slow as possible, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin as he did so. When he reached the end, she pushed the straps off her arms and let the dress fall to the floor.

Mission accomplished.

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IDOLiSH7 6th Anniversary Special Story: Full of Heart...

Chapter 2: Tearjerking Memories

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Torao Mido: Atchoo!

Toma Inumaru: Caught a cold, Tora?

Minami Natsume: Don't infect the rest of us, please.

Haruka Isumi: Maybe it's hay fever? Apparently that can get pretty bad in August.

Torao Mido: Or, someone's talking about me... A pretty woman, most likely.

Toma Inumaru: Sure, whatever.

Shiro Utsugi: I must say, I'm impressed that you could reserve such an expensive-looking bar for us.

Torao Mido: It was no trouble at all. Besides, Haruka wanted to try going to a bar.

Haruka Isumi: He promised to take me here if I won in a game of Konpira Fune Fune. And I did.

Minami Natsume: Hee hee... Oh, Isumi-san. I didn't know you had what it takes to become a geisha.

Toma Inumaru: Don't teach Haru anything weird, now.

Shiro Utsugi: Since we're at such a fine establisment, we should make the most of it.

[Snap]

Shiro Utsugi: I'll have a Bloody Mary.

Toma Inumaru: You're going to drink? I thought we had a meeting...

Shiro Utsugi: This is a bar. We're not here to see the sights. Now go on, Inumaru-san, order something.

Toma Inumaru: A-alright. Uh...

Shiro Utsugi: As artists, you should enjoy life to the fullest. Don't worry about breaking the rules every now and then.

Minami Natsume: Should you be breaking the rules, Utsugi-san? I believe you're still an ordinary employee of the very strict Tsukumo Productions...

Shiro Utsugi: It'll be fine. I'll just climb the corporate ladder until I'm in a position where I can change the company to suit me.

Haruka's Thoughts: This Shiro Utsugi guy is really aggressive...

Torao's Thoughts: He's supposed to be our newbie manager, yet he's the one pushing us around...

Minami's Thoughts: I'd expect nothing less of the man Ryo-san chose as his last minute replacement.

Toma's Thoughts: I don't think I've ever seen someone order a drink by snapping their fingers before...

Shiro Utsugi: Let's have a toast before we begin our meeting. Order something, everyone.

Toma Inumaru: I'll have beer.

Torao Mido: A gin rickey.

Minami Natsume: Oolong tea.

Haruka Isumi: Orange juice.

Shiro Utsugi: And there you have it. That'll be all.

Shiro Utsugi: Now, would you mind showing me your childhood pictures before our drinks arrive?

Minami Natsume: The pictures for our "Welcome to Kids Room" guest appearance?

Shiro Utsugi: Yes. Did you bring them?

Toma Inumaru: I've got mine, yeah.

Haruka Isumi: Me too. Show me yours first, though. I wanna see what you looked like as kids.

Toma Inumaru: No way, that's too embarrassing. You go first, Haru. You probably look the most similar to when you were little, anyway.

Haruka Isumi: You think so? Okay, fine. Here you go.

Torao Mido: Let's see...

Minami Natsume: My, how adorable.

Toma Inumaru: Whooa! You were super cute! With a round face like that, I'll bet you were a little angel!

Haruka Isumi: Don't call my face round.

Shiro Utsugi: You were a textbook junior idol, if I've ever seen one. You'd have made a good duo with Mitsuki Izumi of IDOLiSH7.

Torao Mido: But that guy's my age.

Minami Natsume: ........ To think that Kujo-san whisked him overseas not long after this picture was taken...

Toma Inumaru: I'd have been so worried for him...

Minami Natsume: As would I.

Haruka Isumi: I came back safe and sound. Nothing bad happened to me either, other than a rude wake up call.

Haruka Isumi: If that hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't be the main vocalist of an outlaw group like ours now.

Haruka Isumi: Pretty cool, huh?

Toma Inumaru: Hey cool outlaw, your orange juice is here.

Haruka Isumi: Whoa! There's an orange slice on the glass! Wow, that's so neat!

Shiro Utsugi: Now, let's toast.

Toma Inumaru: Yeah!

Toma Inumaru: ŹOOĻ...

Minami, Haruka, Torao, & Shiro: Rules!

[Clink]

Minami Natsume: Am I the only one who finds this cheer somewhat... lacking?

Toma Inumaru: We might wanna rethink it, yeah.

Torao Mido: There's a lot of dinosaur stickers plastered all over your house, Haruka. What's this one called?

Haruka Isumi: Uh... That's Dee, the Growlysaurus...

Toma Inumaru: Ah, I remember those! You must've really liked Growlysauruses. Should I buy you one sometime?

Haruka Isumi: I-I don't need one, stupid! How old do you think I am?

Haruka Isumi: Give me my picture back. It's someone else's turn.

Torao Mido: I'll show you mine.

Toma Inumaru: Well?

Toma Inumaru: ...Your limbs were freaking LONG! This is basically just a tinier version of how you look now...

Minami Natsume: Oh my. I quite like the way you looked at this age.

Torao Mido: Yeah, I bet you do.

Minami Natsume: Is this a transformation belt?

Haruka Isumi: It is. I kinda wasn't expecting you to bring a photo like this.

Torao Mido: I learned something recently. Namely, that even a perfect man like me is more interesting with some mundane characteristics.

Haruka Isumi: I guess some kid who plays with transformation belts is a lot more approachable than a flawless celebrity.

Torao Mido: Exactly.

Toma Inumaru: You don't gotta make excuses, you know. The truth is that you just thought it was a nice photo, right?

Toma Inumaru: You said you like all this sentai and superhero stuff. For what it’s worth, I think the pic's nice, too.

Torao Mido: ...That wasn't why I picked it, really.

Toma Inumaru: Yeah, right.

Torao Mido: It was a calculated decision.

Toma Inumaru: No need to play tough. It's fine that you chose a picture you liked from when you were little.

Torao Mido: I told you, that's not why.

Toma Inumaru: Ahaha! You're starting to sound a little too defensive.

Torao Mido: ........ Whatever. Maybe I'll just use a different picture.

Toma Inumaru: Oh, stop sulking, for Pete's sake!

Shiro Utsugi: Don't try to tear it up, now. I agree that you'll most likely garner more attention with a picture like this, Mido-san.

Torao Mido: I knew it. Okay, I'm going with this picture for the show. What about you, Minami? What kind of picture did you bring?

Minami Natsume: Mine isn't particularly interesting. Anyone can look up what I looked like as a child, after all.

Torao Mido: But you did bring a photo, right?

Minami Natsume: I did.

Shiro Utsugi: Would you be so kind as to show it to us?

Minami Natsume: Very well. Here it is.

Toma & Haruka: ...So cute!!!

Haruka Isumi: You were adorable as a kid, Minami! Like a girl or something! A really cute one!

Toma Inumaru: Kinda like Tora, you looked like a mini version of what you're like now, but in a different way! You've definitely got the air of a celebrity here!

Shiro Utsugi: This must be from around the time you were filming the movie Kagurazaka. Even as a child, you had very fine features.

Minami Natsume: Hee hee. Thank you. I do enjoy a bit of unfiltered praise every now and then.

Torao Mido: Was this taken at your home? That's a pretty big piano you've got.

Minami Natsume: Yes. I took piano lessons when I was younger.

Minami Natsume: I had to quit playing when my work got too busy to allow for it, but I finally resumed my lessons a few years ago...

Toma Inumaru: So you're basically a musical genius. That's cool.

Minami Natsume: Hee hee... Yes, it is cool. Now then, would you mind showing us your picture, Inumaru-san?

Toma Inumaru: Sure thing!

Haruka Isumi: What kind of photo did you pick?

Toma Inumaru: I figured at least one of us should bring in something goofy, so I got the funniest one I could find!

Torao Mido: Funny... Ah, you're at a festival, wearing a happi!

Shiro Utsugi: Oh, you've even got a sarashi wrapped around you. It looks very authentic.

Minami Natsume: You must've lived in a neighborhood that loved festivals.

Haruka Isumi: I'm jealous. I wish I could've worn clothes like this to a festival, too.

Toma Inumaru: I could take you to a festival around where I'm from. The neighborhood grannies would be all over you, Haru.

Haruka Isumi: Yeah, I wanna go! This picture's pretty nice. I bet it'll be good for the show.

[Phone rings]

Torao Mido: Hmm...? Oh, now that's unusual. Sogo says he needs to ask me something in person.

Toma Inumaru: Ask him where he is, and if he's nearby, go see him. It could be something urgent.

Torao Mido: But aren't we in the middle of a meeting?

Shiro Utsugi: We're all done now. You may go.

Toma Inumaru: Oh, that's it?

Haruka Isumi: We could've stayed at the agency if all we were gonna do is show our pictures...

Minami Natsume: Now, now. At least we got to deepen our friendship at this lovely bar.

Torao Mido: I asked Sogo. Turns out he and Tamaki Yotsuba both happened to be in the neighborhood, so they're headed here.

Haruka Isumi: Yotsuba's coming, too? I bet he's gonna freak out, because he's never been in a place like this before.

Haruka Isumi: I suppose I'll just have to teach him how us adults hang out.

Toma Inumaru: Says the boy sipping on orange juice.

[Door opens]

Tamaki Yotsuba: Good evening.

Sogo Osaka: Pardon our intrusion.

Haruka Isumi: Yotsuba!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Whoa... This place has a super mature vibe... I knew ŹOOĻ's up to no good.

Sogo Osaka: That's rude to the establishment, you know.

Tamaki Yotsuba: It's not my fault this place looks like people come here to make shady deals.

Sogo Osaka: It's calming. And there are plenty of places like this in the world.

Sogo Osaka: Good evening, Mido-san. ŹOOĻ. I'm sorry for dropping by on such short notice.

Shiro Utsugi: Good evening, Osaka-san and Yotsuba-san.

Sogo Osaka: Good evening. You're Utsugi-san, yes? ŹOOĻ's manager.

Shiro Utsugi: That’s right. Thank you for remembering.

Torao Mido: This has to be the first time you're asking me for anything. What do you want to drink?

Sogo Osaka: Just oolong tea, please.

Tamaki Yotsuba: I want this one! The frozen cocktail that looks like ice! I bet it's yummy.

Sogo Osaka: No, Tamaki-kun. It's alcoholic.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Really? Do they have a version without the booze?

Minami Natsume: I think the bartender could make you one.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Awesome! I'll have one of those.

Haruka Isumi: I want one, too.

Torao Mido: I'll have the alcoholic version. Should I go ahead and order you one too, Sogo?

Sogo Osaka: Ah... Um, alright.

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan!

Sogo Osaka: It's fine. This drink is basically just a sherbert, it won't get me drunk.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Don't you know that ice is just frozen water?

Sogo Osaka: I do know that.

Tamaki Yotsuba: So it's still booze! It's just been frozen!

Sogo Osaka: It can't be that strong. And besides, it's the same as yours.

Tamaki Yotsuba: So what if it's the same?

Sogo Osaka: Our matching drinks would make a nice picture for social media.

Tamaki Yotsuba: I can't believe your first approach to everything is still to be some kind of businessman.

Sogo Osaka: It's not as if people can tell how close we truly are based on a picture of some food. If that were the case, we wouldn't truly understand each other at all.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Especially since everything you eat is bright red.

Sogo Osaka: And you only have eyes for King Pudding.

Toma Inumaru: What're you mumbling about?

Sogo Osaka: It was just a mini meeting. We're done now.

Minami Natsume: Much like us, then.

Tamaki Yotsuba: I did it for you guys' sake too, y'know.

Torao Mido: Our drinks are here. Let's toast.

Haruka Isumi: Does MEZZO" have a cheer for when you toast?

Tamaki Yotsuba: A cheer?

Haruka Isumi: It makes things more exciting.

Tamaki Yotsuba: We've got a cheer for calming Re:vale down..?

Sogo Osaka: But it's a bit too long for making a toast. Hmm, a cheer for MEZZO"...

Toma Inumaru: Don't think too hard about it. It can be something simple, like one of you says "MEZZO"" and the other one says "rules".

Sogo Osaka: I see. We could give that a try. Tamaki-kun, which part do you want to say?

Tamaki Yotsuba: The first part.

Sogo Osaka: Alright. Well then, everyone raise your glasses...

Tamaki Yotsuba: MEZZO".

Sogo Osaka: Rules.

[Clink!]

Sogo Osaka: So, what I wanted to ask you is...

Torao Mido: Hold up! We need to talk about your cheer first. Any thoughts!?

Sogo Osaka: Thoughts..? Tamaki-kun, what do you think?

Tamaki Yotsuba: It's kinda short.

Haruka Isumi: Totally. So is our "ŹOOĻ Rules!"

Minami Natsume: Isumi-san. Be careful not to hurt Inumaru-san's feelings.

Toma Inumaru: Ahaha! It's fine! Not like that cheer was my best effort, anyway...

Sogo Osaka: Thank you for the suggestion, Toma. We probably can't use this cheer all the time, but we'll try to make use of it when we can...

Toma Inumaru: Don't sweat it, seriously! It was just the first thing that came to my mind! You don't even gotta use it!

Sogo Osaka: I-I'm sorry if we can't use it often enough.

Toma Inumaru: I'm telling you, it's FINE!

Sogo Osaka: Thank you. That's very nice of you to say. Mido-san, may I tell you why we're here now?

Torao Mido: Let's hear it.

Sogo Osaka: To tell you the truth...

- - - -

Torao Mido: Ah, Ito-san. That brokerage firm CEO who likes traveling and photography...

Sogo Osaka: Yes, him. He took a picture of me once.

Sogo Osaka: And when we discussed his camera, he told me that he saves all his negatives...

Torao Mido: So he should still have them? Just go meet up with him, then.

Sogo Osaka: We don't have that sort of relationship. He may be my father's old friend, but I've been disinherited, so...

Haruka Isumi: Disinherited?

Sogo Osaka: Being disinherited means your parents have cut ties with you.

Haruka Isumi: You were adopted..? And he said you were a disappointment and chased you out?

Sogo Osaka: No, we're biologically related. I might still be a disappointment... But I don't regret my decisions.

Sogo Osaka: I wanted to live as a musician.

Minami Natsume: What a wonderfully sympathetic story. I like you. The world needs more artists like yourself.

Sogo Osaka: Natsume-kun...

Minami Natsume: I hereby pledge my support to Osaka-san. Mido-san, you simply must do something to help him.

Torao Mido: Like what..? I haven't seen the guy in ages, either.

Toma Inumaru: You should still have an easier time getting a hold of him than Sogo. At least call him once.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Toracchi, please! If you call him, I'll stop calling you an evil rich guy!

Torao Mido: I didn't know you called me that in the first place... Fine. I'll give him a call.

Sogo Osaka: Thank you.

Torao Mido: It's no trouble at all, really. You may be an heir with a strict upbringing, but I'm a spoiled youngest son.

Haruka Isumi: So did this Ito-san spoil you, too?

Torao Mido: He owns a boat that I got to ride on a few times, not to mention he's got a few unique side ventures.

Sogo Osaka: Unique side ventures...

Torao Mido: He never told me about them in much detail. He may be a CEO, but he doesn't have any family to share his wealth with.

Torao Mido: So his side ventures have to do with finding said family... ...Ah, he picked up.

Torao Mido: Hellooo? Ah, Uncle Ito? It's been so long! Yeah, it's me, Torao.

Toma Inumaru: That's how I talk to the old ladies from my neighborhood!

Tamaki Yotsuba: He speaks just like Rikkun when he's asking for something!!!

Sogo Osaka: So this is what it's like when you're the youngest child... I wonder if even Iori-kun has a side like this...

Torao Mido: Ahaha. I'm doing fine, just fine. I've got a friend here who wants to talk to you, do you mind if I put him on?

Torao Mido: Here you go, Sogo.

Sogo Osaka: Thank you so much, Mido-san.

Torao Mido: Hmph. Let's just agree that you owe me one.

Haruka Isumi: I can't believe you're still trying to act tough, after sweet talking the guy like that...

Sogo Osaka: Ito-san. It's been a while. This is Sogo. ...Yes, that's right. Sogo Osaka.

Sogo Osaka: Ah... You bought an IDOLiSH7 CD? Thank you very much.

Tamaki Yotsuba: He knows us!

Minami Natsume: This bodes well.

Sogo Osaka: Is it at all possible for me to borrow certain old photo negatives from you..?

Sogo Osaka: I need the photo you took of me and my uncle in our garden. It's very important... Really!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: What'd he say!?

Sogo Osaka: He said he'd reprint the photo for me!

Haruka & Tamaki: Awesome!!!

Toma Inumaru: Yay! That's great!

Shiro Utsugi: Congratulations! Let's all have another toast!

Tamaki Yotsuba: MEZZO"...

Minami, Toma, Haruka, Torao, & Shiro: Rules!!!

Sogo Osaka: P-please, be quiet, everyone. Thank you, Ito-san. I'll come get the photo in a few days.

Sogo Osaka: Where are you now? ...What?

Sogo Osaka: The North Pacific..?

To be continued...

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