#they better make a mr puzzles plushie

[toodleslol]

OH MY GAHH!?!?!?!?! OH MY FLIBBITY-GIBBITY-JABBER!?!?!?

A NEWMOVIE 📺😨!?

AND DID YOU GUYS CHECK THE WEBSITE!!

Maybe we SHOULD have listened!!

THIS IS GONNA BE SO WILD. LIKE LITERALLY. THIS IS GONNA BE MORE WILD THAN WESTERN SPAGHETTI (and that was pretty wild!!!!!!🍝)

Here's the live stream ;)

[raining-anonymously]

Hi hello can I hear your deltarune swap au it sounds very interesting! (also kitten seam is something I didn't know I needed in life)

anon i am [insert phrase with the same sentiment as “kissing you on the mouth” but without the weird connotations]. also everyone needs kitten seam

all right so here’s the basis for those of you who didn’t see the first post:

this is yet another deltarune swap au. i’ve decided to call it “mage from the dark” since the first characters i sketched out in it were seam and ralsei (who are swapped).

seam is a young plush cat (kitten) who lives a lonely life of wishing to be loved like plushies are supposed to be. sure, seam finds ways to pass the time—knitting, sewing, crocheting, collecting things, making tea, practicing magic, failing to learn how to grill—but it’s a dull life. then, finally, the other heroes of light arrive in ruintown: a warrior and a boss monster.

undyne, the warrior, was once eager to prove herself, but has spent her whole life unintentionally intimidating the people she was trying to impress. as a result, she’s embraced this persona, getting into fights and trouble, and often assuming a hostile front. coming face to face with the same childhood friend who abandoned her when something better came along doesn’t help matters, especially since she’s living the comfortable life undyne secretly wishes for. but a part of her still longs to be a hero like in the comic books of deceased writer w.d. gaster…

toriel, the boss monster, is the daughter of schoolteacher mx. kris dreemurr. she’s faced a lot of scorn for being raised by a human (since everyone’s too scared to say that stuff to mx. dreemurr’s face). she found solace in puns, and in her uncle asriel, who she was very close with from their unique shared circumstance of being a boss monster with a human family member. however, kris and asriel had a falling out a couple years back, and he moved out of their house, now working and living in his videogame shop. at least she still has her partner, asgore—but ever since he left for college, toriel’s started to wonder if it’s meant to be. isolated from her peers and doubting her relationships, toriel wished there was someone to tell her what to do, and, well...

it didn’t go as planned.

that’s the main trio, plus hints at some of the others! here’s some other swaps:

the rest of the class is alphys (noelle), mettaton (berdly), papyrus (jockington), carol (mk), sans (catti), maddy (snowy), and napstablook (temmie). there are actual reasons for these decisions, which i will share if pressed.

rudy is swapped with chara, alphys’s godparent and azzy’s best friend, who’s currently in the hospital after a childhood sickness came back.

dess is swapped with goner kid. they’re alphys’s auncle, who disappeared when she was a kid. (this is reminding me how messed up canon noelle’s life is.)

the castle kingdom was once ruled by ralsei, benevolent prince, but after the lightners abandoned the world, he felt he had failed his subjects and stepped down, instead working as an advisor to the new rulers. these were clover, starwalker, mr. society, and jigsaw joe, so as to represent four of the main residents of the kingdom: cards, stickers, chess pieces, and puzzles. (the other groups wisely chose to stay out of the politics.) the starwalker later adopted a ward, after no one wanted to claim a suitless card, who was a young jester named jevil. at first, starwalker attempted to bond with the boy, but its grumpy nature and general lack of motivation made it a somewhat neglectful parent, often handing jevil off to tutorial-maker queen. queen knew what it was to not fit in; although she’d formed an alliance with cards from the spades suit, she never truly belonged among the toys, considering she was a laptop (albeit with child restrictions set on her). as a result, queen tried to be a good mother figure to jevil, and the fact that it got her in the starwalker’s good graces didn’t hurt either—she was always eager to please others.

ralsei didn’t particularly mind his new role—he had a new friend now, after all. lancer, the jack of spades, was hired by clover to be the court party planner, and was known for his salsa, beanies, and hole-digging skills. but after a strange old turtle appeared on the horizon, lancer and ralsei began to drift apart. lancer stopped pestering ralsei to come on motorcycle rides, and to his surprise, ralsei missed those days, terrifying as they had been. and then lancer began to change. his humor got darker yet darker, his pranks became less harmless, his magic grew stronger. then, suddenly, he was back in ralsei’s life like he’d never left—telling him about a new "evil plan.” but unlike previous such plans, this one was frightening and unsettling. lancer spoke of a plan to create a world without a purpose, where everything was meaningless, and then, one day, to suddenly end it all. at first, ralsei laughed it off, but the more lancer spoke of this plan, the more ralsei’s anxiety grew, and the more he suspected his friend wasn’t joking. 

and then it got worse.

it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise when the rulers of the land ordered ralsei to lock lancer away... but it was the first time the former prince had truly regretted giving up his power. ralsei won the battle, but was devastated, and not just physically. unable to bear living at the castle any longer, he turned in his resignation and set up a small, peaceful shop, as far away as he could manage. but even so, he could never forget lancer’s words, nor the undeniable truth he had felt in them. and so, quietly, he waited for the world to end.

oh yeah, and then one day a strange knight appeared and the starwalker locked the other rulers in the dungeon and hired queen as the duchess of puzzles, despite her insistence she had no puzzlemaking programs.

meanwhile in the cybere city...

after a lightner accidentally took him away from his home, rouxls kaard has lived a vastly different life. he somehow managed to instate himself as the rouxler of the cybere worlde, because really, what is code but rules? he hired a cd player named k_k as his head butler, and speaker system sweet as his head of security, because the two of them were among the first to treat him with reverence—and to think, back home they’d never even respected him! yeah, he’d show that god damn(it) starwalker what he was made of. for a while, he was a fairly decent ruler—but after the knight came to visit, rouxls’s perspective began to change. 

of course, people had problems with this. mainly, a trio of artists: tasque manager, spamton g. spamton, and swatch, or as they liked to call themselves, tasque spam’n swatch. the three of them attempted to start a rebellion. it has decidedly not been working, but heck, they’re dedicated!

(yes, cap’n is spamton. i’m still working out the details with that—and trying to figure out what berdly’s version of neo would be.)

[half-blood-goods]

Encanto Live Reactions

Okay so I only know a few songs and characters' names from this movie (I've been on TikTok, I couldn't avoid 7 FOOT FRAME, RATSSS ALONG HIS BACK or GIVE IT TO YOUR SISTER, YOUR SISTER'S STRONGER)

I want that candle

Oh cool, wouldn't be a fucking Disney movie without a dead someone in the first half an hour

Aw, little Mirabel is so cute

I love the house already

Little kid with the mug looks mildly on crack

I love all the character designs

Aw, she waved bye to the house

That's one big family

Jesus he just YEETED that accordion at her

Cudos to the VA of Mirabel, she took like 7 breaths this entire song

Yikes, imagine not having powers when literally almost all of your family members have one

At least Mr. Firework man tried, I guess?

Oh, Isabella is that bitch, got it

I love the parents already

Poor girl, she's trying so hard

What a polite way to say "Stay out of the way". I don't vibe with the grandma honestly

I would literally die for Antonio

She got him a plushie asdfghj

I'm just straight up vibing to this song

Y'all not even 20 minutes in and already tears

Wait she straight up doesn't have a room? Like, not even a doorframe?

I would've been literally crushed emotionally if that happened to me

He can speak to animals

YOOOOO LOOK AT THAT ROOM

LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS

They don't even ask for Mirabel for the photo...

Sing your heart out girl, go for it 😔👊

This is like, the one "I want" song in years that I absolutely loved

Oh shit, house is cracking

Ooooohhhhh shit

Damn, Antonio got some moves

Wait what

Holy shit they straight up think Mirabel would fake something so serious for attention. That's fucked up.

I like the mom, she's so sweet

Oh.... that's... a depressive thought

The house is slowly becoming my favorite characters

Oh Camilo is a little shit kid, I love him

Antonio is so sweet

Oh, Luisa is not okay

She seems a bit too young for marriage. But this is Disney, so I don't know what I'm thinking

5 kids??!!

Girl, you're not okay

YEAH, THIS SONG'S A BOP

I would've loved if they used the Disney design for this Hercules and Cerberus. Wasted opportunity

Really? A Titanic reference?

The donkeys are so distracting

Sibling hug 💙

How strong is Mirabel's spine?

Oh the house doesn't have powers in Bruno's room

✨sand magic✨

Toucan was like "Aight, peace"

Dang girl, with your luck you don't need that miracle

JESUS CHRIST

Nope nope nope, I don't like doors locking behind people, it's never s good sign

Oh good, it's a puzzle

Oh no, the cracks are back

Don't tell me she's going to miss a piece

I feel really conflicted about the grandma

I love the aunt

And the uncle too

OOOOHHH YEEEAAAHHH

I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG

7 FOOT FRAAAMMMEEE, RATSSS ALONG HIS BAAACK

*gasp* IT'S FISH LADY

I know everybody hates her

WHAT IS SHE DOING IN THE HOUSE

Y I K E S, that's not a good sign

Whoopsie

This dinner is going to end catastrophically, I can feel it so hard

PROLONGED EYE CONTACT

This is going well

I hate second-hand embarrassment so much

THIS IS GOING WELL

*gasp* IT'S HIM

TINY RAT MAN

Camilo comforting his mom 💙

He's not entirely sane, is he

He's so awkward I love him

The rats are so cute

Not the telenovelas 😂

Oh...he drew a plate.... 😭

He's so sweet

Oh, he just wanted to protect her

ANTONIO IS BACK

Oh that ain't good

YEAH, STAND UP FOR YOUR DAUGHTER!

Protect Antonio at all cost

That tapir is high AF

I wish I could be half as unbothered as that capybara

I love how this movie looks, man. Straight up breathtaking.

Oh, of course it's Isabela

NOT THE BABY HEAD 🤣

I mean, I'd be scared of Abuela too

Oh, how much I love sibling dynamics

The line deliveries are killing me "I feeeeel like you're upset"

"Apologiiissseee"

I love when a main character has flaws honestly. Makes it more realistic.

Oh... she was doing it for the family

This is like Let it Go, but I'm actually invested in the character and the song is like, 10x better

LOOK AT HOW GOOD THIS MOVIE LOOKS. THIS IS STRAIGHT EYE CANDY

Oh no, Grandma won't be happy

Awkward sibling hug? No, this was actually really nice

How the fuck did she get here so quick

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BRUNO LEFT BECAUSE OF HER? SHE WAS A FUCKING KID

I'M ABOUT TO THROW HANDS WITH AN OLD LADY

LET ME AT HER, LET ME AT HER

GO AND TELL HER GIRL

EVACUATE EVACUATE

HE'S SAVING THE RATS 😭

CASITA 😭

Y O U 😡

Oh you sweet girl, you deserve the world

NOT THE SLIGHTLY FADED BACKSTORY SCENE

BRO IT'S 10PM YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME

I can make out like a few words from the song, but I'm gonna need the English version

I'm still conflicted about the grandma. Like, I'm like 20% still kinda pissed. But man did I cry and absolutely get why she did it

Mirabel, you deserve the world

DUDE, I'M RUNNING OUT OF TISSUES HERE

BRUNO MY MAN

Yeah, I also feel like we missed a couple of steps

This poor man is lucky he isn't allregic

Siblings 💙 They quickly forgave him tho

Dude, dude, I can't take this anymore

More sibling hugs 💙

Dolores saw her chance and grabbed it like a hawk. Good for her! 👍

"We need a doorknob" might be my nem favorite lyrics

THEY PUT AN M ON THE DOORKNOB

CASITA IS BACK

Please tell me she got a room for herself

THE HOUSE GAVE THEM A HUG 😭

Oh Lin, you never disappoint

I love these credits

NOT THE SAD SONG ARE YOU KIDDING ME

I am literally drenched in tears. I need a break after this.

I only wish every family member was explored a little more. Disney, if you see this, make a series please

10/10 movie, I absolutely loved it, my favorite Disney movie in years. Not even kidding.

[neonponders]

Surprise! Here’s a part 2 for my fic, Deeper Than Skin ~ read on ao3 •

Thank you SO MUCH @edith-moonshadow for donating to Harringrove for Palestine, AND letting me indulge in my fic some more. 

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Billy’s thumb pressed along Steve’s arch, holding the pressure for a few seconds as he went along . . .

He peeked up at the sound of ocean-swaying breaths at the head of the bed. As if he could hear the exact moment Steve fell into REM sleep, clutching Billy’s latest gift to his chest.

An elephant ear leaf plushie. It was half the size of Steve, and it’s heart-shape tucked under his chin to pillow his cheek perfectly. The soft micro-fleece behaved like crushed velvet, the light absorbing inside the dark, unsettled fibers where Steve touched it.

Billy had gotten very good at choosing gifts for him.

Steve’s apartment was slowly filling up with Billy’s tokens of affection. The window seat had become a shelf for Steve’s shoe boxes; only three so far, but Billy intended to get him a proper shoe rack, or renovate his closet

Or have Steve move into his place. Billy wanted nothing more in the world. To get home to Steve slumped on the couch, immediately complaining of incongruent television plots as if Billy had never left the room. To see Steve’s shirts and clutter in their closet despite Steve being gone for work. To put his shoe collection on display in any room Steve wanted, so he could live in the open with his interests, instead of walking laps in their closet.

Not all of his gifts were expensive. That proved the trick. The key to Steve’s locked tight heart. Most were certainly pricey, but once Billy knew what he liked, what he constituted as worth it, then he couldn’t help himself.

A coffee table book of The New Yorker’s covers, spreads, and topmost articles throughout the 20th century. Steve stared at that thing for hours.

The elephant ear pillow clutched to Steve’s chest now, among other plant cushions. Steve claimed he couldn’t keep anything alive, so Billy gave him a pink and blue sedum succulent, a purple and green echeveria, and a monstera leaf. He now lay in his garden, sound asleep despite Billy’s rolling a cold tennis ball around his heel.

It was dangerous, this bruised ache in his chest.

Even with Steve right here, Billy felt sore with affection. The desire to wrap an arm around Steve’s waist was ever present, to pull their bodies flush together, or to tuck himself into Steve’s chest and never leave.

This ravenous greed dulled with Steve nearby, soothed with Steve happy and content, but Billy knew he had to be patient. Steve sometimes retreated inside himself, behaving as if Billy were already one step out the door. He had no idea what power he wielded over Billy.

He eased Steve’s slippers onto his feet and returned the tennis ball to the freezer. He put some of the dishes and pans from the drying rack back in the cabinets. He straightened the rug underneath the coffee table. Tidying. As self-sufficient as Steve lived, Billy had picked up quickly enough that his outward affections were done through actions.

He liked making dinner with Billy at home. He even coerced Billy into the first grocery store he’d stepped into in years.

Steve enjoyed pulling Billy onto his chest to watch a movie. Billy liked that too, even though he wished Steve didn’t stuff his utility invoices into the kitchen utensil drawer before Billy arrived.

They were both strong personalities who valued control, but Billy had learned such a thing came in different mediums. Steve didn’t like the leash of money. “Don’t collar me in diamonds. I’m not a poodle,” he’d once said.

Billy did not take kindly to commands. To exist like a bull guided by the ring in his nose.

Yet here they both were, Steve slowly allowing Billy to furnish his interests, and kissing Billy’s cheek when he reluctantly accepted the task of chopping onions.

Billy sat on the bed and rubbed his arm. If anything, Steve only fell deeper inside his slumber. Slowly, Billy lifted him out by planting kisses along his hairline. All at once, Steve emerged with a shake of his head, as if to swat Billy off before the chuckle in his chest made Steve moan, “Bhh…lly?”

He slanted his arm across Steve’s body, pressing his hand into the bed. “Hi, baby. I’m heading out. I should be back next Friday.”

Steve’s full, parted lips twitched with a puzzled grimace. “Huh?”

“I’m going out of town.”

One of Steve’s eyelids hung lower over his groggy eyes. Billy thought it looked cute. “You wait till I’m half-asleep to tell me?”

Billy huffed a laugh, but it faded quickly. “I told you during dinner. I asked you to come, but you said you couldn’t get the vacation days.”

Steve’s eyes sagged closed in a long blink. He sniffed loudly and rubbed a palm over his nose while he shifted for better attentiveness. “I can’t get vacation days with only a twenty-four hour notice.”

“There was something about sick days from two jobs not aligning for an extended vacation,” Billy recalled stiffly.

Steve did not respond well to the bitterness. “I’m not my own boss. If I’d had more time, I could’ve done a long weekend—”

“I’ll be gone for two weeks.”

That left Steve’s mouth open while he shifted to sit up more on the pillows. “You didn’t say that during dinner.”

It should’ve been some consolation, Steve’s being upset at such a time frame. Two weeks apart was hardly unbearable. For regular people. For Billy, it only confirmed his distaste for Steve’s unrelenting schedule.

“Now you want to go?”

Steve’s eyes hardened as much as they could for being freshly disturbed from sleep. “It was never about not wanting to go. I literally can’t without being thrown off the payroll.”

“You work two jobs.”

Steve’s eyes wandered, as if searching for his meaning. “Yeah?”

Billy didn’t want to talk about this the night before he left but his frustration won out. “You don’t have to work two jobs. You know that, don’t you?”

He could see something wilt behind Steve’s face. “What are you saying?”

“You know what I’m saying.”

“No. I don’t.”

“Steve,” he sighed, lifting off his hand to sit on his own. “You know I don’t mind paying for things.”

“You’ve made that clear,” Steve returned stiffly.

Billy pointed turquoise eyes at him. “Money is meant to be spent. Why won’t you let me spend it on you?”

Those eyes locked on the muscles in Steve’s jaw clenching. Steve could feel those irises on him, dissecting him. He wondered if Billy saw his mother’s closet. More like a bank vault. Full of insurances for the day she finally saw fit to drop her husband and all of his betrayals, all of his business blunders that she was tired of dishing a sapphire out for to cover the losses.

An ironic thing, Mr. Harrington’s greatest business scheme: apologizing with luxurious things. Marrying a woman smarter than himself. Maybe that’s why Steve had sought out Nancy all those years ago. Why he loved Robin’s company and conversation. He did feel safe in strong women’s company. But their safety was hard earned and shrewdly won.

Respect how a woman spends her money, Stevie. Even if you don’t know where it comes from.

Sweetheart, you’ll never understand what it is to be a woman in a man’s world.

I love your daddy as much as he infuriates me beyond belief. But where I come from, nobody is handsome enough. Nobody is wealthy enough. A Rolex is a man’s prideful status symbol. A woman’s bags are her divorce lawyer’s payments. A man’s car is the steed to a shining knight. A woman’s diamond necklace is her first apartment out of an unsafe home.

Am I really just a trust fund kid? Steve had been brazen enough to ask. Another diamond in his mother’s closet.

She had stroked his cheek, raked her fingers through his hair and around his ear before pinching his earlobe in that way she did. Like she wanted him to keep looking right at her. Don’t turn your head.

Anyone who treats you like a trust fund for money or a good time is plastic, baby.

She hadn’t taught him how to navigate this, though. Maybe if he’d been a daughter, he’d have gotten that lesson. How to not be ensnared by money. How to keep wealth as a key to a cage.

But Steve only knew the cage. Had grown up in it. Had to face heartbreak and loneliness to break out of his gilded bars.

He did not judge his mother for relying on his father. As she’d said, she came from a different world with a different mentality. But Steve couldn’t do it anymore. He couldn’t meet all of his father’s caveats. Had too much fun being broke with Robin to desire gilded masks and grey grey grey grey grey suits.

A warm hand touched his arm. “I don’t like it when you do that,” Billy said. “Go somewhere I can’t reach.”

Steve’s hand overlapped his. He hoped it came across as encouraging instead of farewell. “Get your work done. There’s no point in me taking a vacation if you’re working the whole time.”

It didn’t work. Billy’s features stiffened, far from pleased.

And when he left the apartment, Steve felt his path like a negative space dug out of his home. Billy Hargrove had always dominated a room, but Steve was afraid of being wrung out before he left with permanence. Steve didn’t think Billy was a cage at all.

But he didn’t think he was strong enough to be a diamond in Billy’s closet.

[worldwidemochiguy]

Sweets (Soft Yandere! Jungkook)

You keep being visited by the most peculiar thief…

➵ in which jungkook steals your lip balm and perfume instead of talking to you, you leave a post-it note with your number on it for the strange thief who only seems to take the most inexplicable items and has a strange sense of responsibility for your wellbeing, and the cute boy in your photography class with the fluffy hair and the oversized sweater keeps getting more and more endearing…

➵ Warnings: Soft Yandere Jungkook, Breaking & Entering but without the Breaking, Reader is a bit of a ditz (lol sorry guys) 

➵ Word Count: 4.2K

➵ Masterlist

“Hello, uh, I’d like to… report a crime?” 

Your statement, which had always sounded suitably firm and assertive when you practised it in front of the bathroom mirror, ended with an unplanned upturn, making it sound more like a question than you would like. 

“Please state your name and address, ma’am.”

You did so, listening anxiously to the tap of a keyboard as your information was filed away. The undoubtedly over-worked police officer on the other end of the line sounded like he was two seconds from falling asleep, and you questioned yourself for the millionth time over whether you really needed to report this or not.

“What is the nature of the crime you are reporting, ma’am?”

“Um… well…” 

You twisted your hand into the fabric of your shirt self-consciously, trying to decide the best way to explain the strange little occurrences that had been surrounding your apartment over the last few months. You had not yet found a way to put it without sounding ridiculous, but you supposed there was a first time for everything. 

“I, uh, I think someone’s breaking into my apartment and stealing things.”

“You have an intruder?”

“Uh huh,”

“…Are they currently in your residence?”

“No, I think… they come and take things when I’m not here and then they’re gone by the time I get back.” 

“What items have been stolen?”

You bit your lip. 

“I know it sounds silly, but…”

“No crime is too small to report, ma’am. We are committed to making the lives of everyday citizens safer.”

“Well… they’ve stolen my lip balm like… several times. I keep buying new ones and they keep being stolen after a week or so. And my perfume. And my hairbrush one time, and-”

“Ma’am,” The officer cut you off with the impatience you had been both anticipating and dreading ever since you decided to call the police, “Listen, we don’t have the capacity to deal with prank callers-”

“It’s not a prank call!” You blurted, a momentary burst of desperation overtaking you, “I- um, sorry for interrupting, officer, but this isn’t a prank call. Things have been going missing. I can’t afford to keep replacing my lip balm.” 

A sigh crackled across the line, and you pictured the officer maybe taking off his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose like those people in movies always seemed to do when they got frustrated. Personally, you had never found that it helped. 

“Are you sure you aren’t just… misplacing them?”

You gasped, offended that even a stranger could think you so stupid. “No! I remember exactly where I leave things and then they just vanish! I swear!”

“Has anything of value ever been taken from your apartment?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed, excited to be able to prove the officer wrong, “My bunny plushy! Mr Snuggles is extremely valuable to me!”

“…Monetary value, I meant. Has anything expensive ever been taken from your apartment?” 

There was an embarrassing silence. The officer sighed again, with a little more exasperation colouring his tone. 

“If anything significant is stolen, call us back. For now, just… be a bit more careful with your possessions.” 

He hung up. You pressed your forehead against the wall and wished your strange thief had taken your phone in one of his little visits. Maybe then you would’ve avoided making that agonising call. 

The next morning as you were leaving to go to class, you noticed a pile of discarded post-it notes on your desk — the remnants of a redbull-fuelled late night study session. Your newly purchased lip balm lay next to it. Impulsively, you grabbed a pen and scrawled a message on one of the post-its, sticking it horizontally to the curved surface of the lip balm tube. 

it reads: 

pls don’t take this i just bought it and this brand is actually v expensive and i am only a struggling college student with loans and chapped lips (。•́︿•̀。)

It might have been a little too polite considering it’s intended recipient was someone who had stolen multiple items from your apartment, but you figured there was no point in being rude. They probably wouldn’t even read it anyway. 

You strolled out of your apartment, planning to pick up a smoothie on the way to your lecture, and promptly forgot all about it.

 When you returned home to find a pile of newly bought lip balms on your desk — all embossed with the logo of your favourite brand — you were slightly puzzled. But, once you remembered the note you had left- well, the confusion didn’t exactly vanish, but at least you were given some context. 

The note had disappeared, along with the lip balm you had used a scant few times. But, you didn’t understand what the thief’s aim was. Why on earth would they steal small things like lip balm and perfume? And why would they buy you new copies of the product? Wasn’t that counterproductive?

you’re very bad at your job

Your next note read, stuck to your fridge as you left to grab coffee with your study group. It remained there for a few days, and you couldn’t ignore the way your heart sank a little each time you saw it hadn’t been taken. 

After six days, when it finally vanished, you felt an odd sense of happiness bubble up within you. Yes, there was someone routinely breaking into your apartment, but at least now you had an open channel of communication with them. They had left a brand new bottle of your preferred perfume — which had been stolen at least twice before you stopped bothering to buy it because perfume is pricy — resting on your kitchen counter, beside a box of your favourite chocolates. 

As you dug into the box later, snuggled in a blanket and having a Studio Ghibli film marathon, you didn’t even consider the fact that the sweets might be tampered with. If they wanted to kill me, they would’ve killed me already, you reasoned to yourself, sucking the icing sugar off your fingers. Nor did you question how they knew your favourite chocolate. If they broke into your apartment as much as you assumed they did, they probably knew you better than your own parents by now. 

You were the very definition of a broke college student. As far as you were concerned, if this random stranger wanted to buy you things and sometimes clean up your apartment — you had definitely come back to a home tidier than you had left it more than once — then you certainly weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Maybe it was a little naïve of you, but… you had already called the police, and they hadn’t cared.

thank you for the perfume and chocolate <3

You wrote next morning, hesitating slightly before putting the heart. Before you could convince yourself not to, you scribbled another line underneath. 

i wish you’d write back someday…

As you walked to class, you scolded yourself for the butterflies swooping in your stomach. They’re literally a criminal, you told yourself, Stop getting crushes on anyone who shows you the slightest bit of attention. You don’t even know their name. 

Despite the small amount of common sense that you did have mocking you all day, you sat in classes and daydreamed about your mystery home intruder. Would they read the note? Would they be happy about your appreciation? Would they — you bit your lip — would they write back? 

You felt like a dumb schoolgirl, excited by the prospect of a badly written love note shoved in her locker. And, like a school girl, you trudged back home with your arms weighed down by class work, a billion essays and quizzes that had to be completed overnight. Did your professors not realise you had a life outside of college? Not that you did, of course, but like… in principle. 

You were so preoccupied with the coursework that you didn’t even notice the note stuck to your bedroom door. After an hour of studying, you rose wearily to start fixing yourself something to eat, and your eyes snagged on a flash of yellow. 

You squeaked, almost falling over yourself in your rush to get to the door and read the note. 

i’m glad you liked them. i’m sorry i took your things, that was mean of me. i tried to only take things you wouldn’t miss, but i guess that backfired… i just wanted to feel close to you. and these notes… are the closest i’ve ever been. i know that must sound weird, but… well. i’m a weird guy, i guess. i just liked hearing from you. that’s all. 

~ koo <3

You didn’t stop freaking out for a full five minutes. After that, you poured over every detail of the letter, eager to extricate any fragment of knowledge possible. You ended up with a list which you scribbled down in your diary, above which you pasted the note. 

The list went as follows:

They want to feel close to you

They have not talked to you before, since the notes are the closest they’ve ever been, but they must have seen you in person at least once 

They are a he 

(you adamantly did not get flustered about that)

and

     4. He calls himself Koo

When you left your apartment the next morning, you placed your note on the exact same spot he had left his. An indirect touch. 

hi koo !!!!!!!!

i was so excited to see you had written something!! you know, if you want to talk to me more often, there is an easier way…

Underneath you had scrawled your phone number, hastily and not allowing for regret before you flounced out of the apartment. The reason why you were in such a rush was because you were about to go to your favourite class: Photography 101. 

You had taken it as an extra credit, something that interested you but not enough that you wanted to pursue it as a career. You had expected it to be fun, something artistic to break up the monotony of classes. What you had not expected was the dreamy boy who sat in the first row and had full possession of your heart. 

You didn’t even know his name, but you were pretty sure you were half in love with him. With fluffy brown hair that fell over his forehead whenever he leaned over to scribble down notes, and cute bunny teeth that stuck out in a flustered smile whenever the professor praised his work in class, he was perhaps the cutest boy you had ever seen. 

Though you were sure he had many girls sighing after him, he seemed to be really shy, only ever speaking in class when called on, and even then it was in a quiet, soft voice. He was kind of like you in that respect. But that was where your similarities ended. 

Yes, you thought, sighing as you watched him pay avid attention to the professor’s lecture on the composition of frames, his cute doe eyes wide and twinkling like stars were embedded in the pupils, He is way out of my league. 

It took three days for you to lose hope. You hadn’t received a text, nor had you found any notes left for you. You tried not to be disappointed, even as your traitorous sub-conscience mocked you for being able to scare away the one person who arguably paid you the most attention. 

You didn’t really have many friends, and the ones you did have preferred each other over you, and often left you out of activities because of your shy nature. You guessed this whole thing had just been a way to feel like you actually mattered to someone, like, for once, someone cared about you, but-

You were pulled out of your musings as your phone chimed. 

From: Unknown Number

[6:48 PM]

hi

this is koo

The two of you texted every day, and soon enough you were hiding your phone underneath your desk in order to chat to him, keeping your phone on your person at all times in case koo wanted to talk. Of course, the only class you didn’t do this in was Photography, so you could spend a blissful forty-five minutes staring at the boy who played the role of your husband in all of your favourite daydreams. 

Koo still broke into your house occasionally, and he still left you sweet, considerate gifts. Often, you would receive texts like this:

From: koo ✨

[3:24 PM]

sweets i’ve been checking your groceries and your vegetables are not being eaten as often as they should be 

i know you have a sweet tooth and that’s cute but please try to stay healthy

To: koo ✨

[3:25 PM]

but i can’t cook all i know how to make is microwaveable mac n cheese :///////

You came back home that day to discover a bunch of Tupperwares full of pre-made healthy meals and a note stuck to the top of them. 

try microwaving these :)

To: koo ✨

[3:01 AM]

koo are you awake?

From: koo ✨

[3:01 AM]

i am now

what’s wrong?

To: koo ✨

[3:02 AM]

i can’t sleep :////////

From: koo ✨

[3:02 AM]

sweets you need to go to bed

you have an early morning class

To: koo ✨

[3:02 AM]

i knowwwwww

i just… i can’t sleep without mr snuggles :((

From: koo ✨

[3:03 AM]

Mr Snuggles??

???

To: koo ✨

[3:03 AM]

my cuddly bunny :((((

i think you took him a while ago

could i maybe have him back…?

From: koo ✨

[3:03 AM]

Shit

i didn’t know you couldn’t sleep without him 

[3:04 AM]

sweets im so sorry

To: koo ✨

[3:04 AM]

its okay koo

From: koo ✨

[3:04 AM]

no it isn’t

you’re loosing sleep because of me

fuck

i could… bring him to you?

To: koo ✨

[3:05 AM]

you’d do that?

…i could see you?

From: koo ✨

[3:05 AM]

no i’d leave him outside

you’d have to promise not to come out until i text you saying i’ve left

To: koo ✨

[3:06 AM]

but kooooo :(((((

From: koo ✨

[3:07 AM]

sweets 

To: koo ✨

[3:07 AM]

okay :((((((((((

but i expect you to leave a big box of chocolates on my pillow for me to come home to tomorrow evening!!

From: koo ✨

[3:08 AM]

of course sweets <3

im gonna get going now

don’t look outside your apartment

To: koo ✨

[3:08 AM]

okay

From: koo ✨

[3:34 AM]

im gone and mr snuggles is waiting outside for you

he might have a little gift with him

You trudged outside your apartment, rubbing your eyes blearily, and looked down to see your beloved plushie clutching a single rose in its paws. You gasped, leaning down to pick up the flower gently, and you noticed all the thorns had been taken off. Koo must’ve removed them so that you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself. 

You felt warmth flood you, drowning the butterflies in your stomach and replacing them with something much less fleeting, much less shallow. 

It sunk into your bones, into your heart, into your breath as you sighed, squeezing your long-lost Mr Snuggles close to your face. He carried the familiar scent of nostalgia, but also something different, something sharper. You realised with a jolt that you were smelling Koo’s cologne. 

You went back to bed, nuzzled your face into the plushy’s furry belly, and dreamed of fluffy brown hair and bunny smiles. 

Though with Mr Snuggles’ help you were able to sleep wonderfully, you were only able to do so for four hours before your alarm jolted you back into early reality. Honestly, you were sorely tempted to just ditch class, but it was Photography, and if you missed your regular dose of the cute boy in the front row then you thought you might just crumble into dust. 

You dragged yourself out of bed, pulling on your softest oversized hoodie — a gift from Koo which, now that you thought about it, smelled like the same cologne that Mr Snuggles did. You flushed at the thought of him giving you one of his hoodies to wear, though you couldn’t say exactly why that image charmed you. 

You stumbled into the lecture, arms full of textbooks because you knew you wouldn’t have the energy to return back to your apartment to retrieve the relevant materials for your next class later in the day. Your excellent plan was to crash in the library directly after this, have a two hour power-nap, and then make yourself get up in time for Calculus. 

You barely had the energy to listen to the professor droning on and on about… the perfect lense, or whatever. You allowed yourself the indulgence of tuning out, resting your chin on your palm and gazing dreamily at the boy in the front row. He was taking notes, as per usual. What a good student! You praised him in your head. I bet he has the best handwriting. 

Despite your best efforts, you fell asleep within ten minutes. You were woken as the class concluded by the clamour of students grabbing their materials and the scrape of chairs as your classmates stood up, leaving you behind — the only one half-splayed across the desk in front of you. 

You jerked upright, grabbing your stuff in one hand as you tried to tug on your bag, eventually succeeding with much struggle, only to drop it all again as soon as you stood up. You whimpered, watching helplessly as your textbooks fanned across the floor. You saw one of them split along the spine as it landed on an open page. 

That cost me two hundred dollars, you thought absently, and I just chucked it down like a bouncy ball.  

Suddenly, you glimpsed someone crouching down and gathering them all up into a sturdy pile. As he stood up, your vision was full of fluffy brown hair, errant strands falling into star-filled doe eyes. 

Oh. Oh no. 

“H-Here you are,” He murmured, passing you the pile gently, making sure you were able to take the weight before leaving them in your arms. When he leaned close to you, you breathed in a scent that was oddly familiar, and yet new at the same time. As his hands receded, his skin brushed against yours for a second and you swear your vision blanked out. 

“Thanks,” You whispered, your gaze so firmly focused on the floor that you didn’t notice his flushed cheeks. 

As soon as you got to the library, you whipped out your phone, all tiredness banished from your system by that momentous experience. You had talked to him. 

To: koo ✨

[8:47 AM]

koo i think im in love

From: koo ✨

[8:47 AM]

what

with who

To: koo ✨

[8:47 AM]

this boy in my photography class 

he’s just so- 

[8:48 AM]

i can’t even explain it

i dropped my textbooks and he picked them up for me and i stg i almost cried

From: koo ✨

[8:48 AM]

wait

seriously??

To: koo ✨

[8:49 AM]

yeah i cry at like the drop of a hat 

From: koo ✨

[8:49 AM]

no-

cute 

but i mean

that’s who you’re in love with?

To: koo ✨

[8:49 AM]

yeah?

From: koo ✨

[8:49 AM]

gray sweater

[8:50 AM]

big eyes

tall-ish

that’s him???

To: koo ✨

[8:50 AM]

OMG YOU’RE IN MY PHOTOGRAPHY CLASS AREN’T YOU

From: koo ✨

[8:50 AM]

WHAT

NO

IM NOT

To: koo ✨

[8:50 AM]

OMGGGGGGG

YOU SAW HIM HELP ME SO YOU MUST BE IN MY CLASSSS

[8:51]

okay!

are you the frat guy who always comes in hungover???

no judgement

From: koo ✨

[8:51 AM]

NO

To: koo ✨

[8:52 AM]

are you the guy who only ever wears knitwear???

From: koo ✨

[8:52 AM]

NO

To: koo ✨

[8:53 AM]

…are you the professor?

From: koo ✨

[8:53 AM]

NO!!!!!

oh my god lets just meet up or something before i explode

To: koo ✨

[8:53 AM]

WAIT

ARE YOU SERIOUS????

From: koo ✨

[8:54 AM]

…you’re that excited to meet me?

To: koo ✨

[8:54 AM]

OF COURSE I AM

OH MY GODDDD

WHEN?

From: koo ✨

[8:54 AM]

now?

i can meet you at the campus coffee shop in like five minutes?

To: koo ✨

[8:55 AM]

five minutes???

that’s not enough time koo i have to go home and pick out something pretty to wear !!

From: koo ✨

[8:55 AM]

it doesn’t matter what you wear, you’re always beautiful to me

To: koo ✨

[8:56 AM]

you

you think im

b-beautiful 

: ’ ))))))))))

From: koo ✨

[8:57 AM]

…

haha see you there!! 

To: koo ✨

[8:57 AM]

GET BACK HERE WE HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS-

You sat on an empty table, fiddling with the tea bag tag which hung over the side of your mug. You had bought Green Tea as an effort to calm yourself down so you weren’t too anxious to meet Koo, but it hadn’t worked because you were impatient and sipped it too soon so now you were sat there nursing a burnt tongue like an idiot. 

You knew it was irrational to be self-conscious. He already knew who you were, and seemed to like you, it was just you that was in the dark. You went over the possible people Koo could be, mentally cycling through the boys in your photography class. It was an annoyingly large class, which meant he would be anyone from the guy who smelled like Funyuns to-

Fluffy-haired boy strolled into the coffee shop and you let out an involuntary sigh. He seemed to be cheerful, a smile exposing his bunny teeth and making his cheeks bunch up adorably, with like,  five different sets of dimples poked into them. You had never agreed more with the saying that dimples were caused by an angel’s kiss. 

Well, at least I’ll have something nice to look at while I wait, you thought, just before all your thoughts suddenly tipped out of your head when you realised he was walking towards your table. 

“Is this seat taken?” He grinned, before sliding into the seat across from you. 

You whimpered, and his smile grew devastatingly wider.

“Hi,” He breathed, before his gaze flickered down to your mug of tea, clutched so tightly in your hands that you worried the ceramic might shatter. “You didn’t get hot chocolate? I thought you had a sweet tooth?”

“Uhm-” You choked, before forcing yourself to get a grip. How would Koo feel if he walked in here and saw you sitting with another guy? “I’m actually- I’m waiting for someone. Sorry.”

If it was possible — and it certainly seemed to be — the boy’s grin broadened even more, his eyes crinkling into adorable half-moons.

“Is that so? Is he your boyfriend?”

“No!” You blurted, before flushing profusely. The boy across from you seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the display. “I mean- uhm, I don’t know. Maybe? This is our- this is our first actual meeting.”

“Oh?” The boy tilted his head, “Really? How exciting.”

You hummed in agreement, eyes fixed on your slowly cooling beverage. You raised it to your mouth to take a hesitant sip and- nope,  still too hot. You whined quietly, rubbing your sore tongue against the inside of your cheek to try and soothe it. 

“Oh, sweets,” The boy murmured across from you, and you were too distracted to notice the nickname. He plucked the mug out of your hands and placed it on the other side of the table, as if he was trying to make sure it couldn’t hurt you anymore. “Are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the campus infirmary?”

“Wha- no, it’s okay,” You mumbled, lisping slightly on your burnt tongue and blushing when he cooed over you, “It’s- I’m waiting here for someone, and- I mean, I don’t even know your name-”

“It’s Jungkook,” He interrupted cheekily, deliberately ignoring the rest of your statement, “Some people call me Kookie, and really special people call me… Koo.” 

Oh. Oh.

Fuck.

“Really special people?” You asked, your voice small, and not because of the burn. 

“Well, people…” Jungkook- Koo paraphrased, tilting his head slightly, “I guess it would be more accurate to say… one really special person.”

“Really?” You breathed, and Jungkook leaned over the table, close enough that you could smell his cologne, the same scent embedded in the fabric of your hoodie- his hoodie. 

“The most special person.” He murmured, the fervent emotion packed in each word speaking louder than any increase of volume could.

You had never been anyone’s most special person before, but, as you looked into Jungkook’s chocolate eyes, you started to believe you could almost taste it, sticky sweet on your lips. And when Jungkook eventually, finally coaxed your lips in a gentle kiss, you let him in, and found out that happiness tastes reassuringly honey-sweet. 

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words: 1952 universe: human au characters: Logan, Patton, a bunch of random original characters pairings: romantic logicality (it’s not the main focus though) warnings: brief mention of suffocation, language, otherwise none i can think of a/n: i owe this idea to my good friend lilia, aka @croftersjam15 on pinterest. a huge thank you to her for the idea, and i hope y’all enjoy.

Logan stood at the door. Just ring the doorbell. It isn’t hard, just reach out and touch it. Why aren’t I moving? It’s so simple! Logan, you pathetic idiot, why can’t you do this one simple thing?

“Lo? You okay?” Logan was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of Patton’s concerned voice and the feeling of his hand on the other’s shoulder.

“Hm? Oh, I’m fine.”

Patton gave him a doubtful look. “You don’t look fine.”

“Just… nervous.

He looked up at him, sympathy and worry flooding his expression. “Oh no, why?”

“It’s nothing to worry about,” Logan reassured him.

Patton frowned. “Yes, it is. Is it about meeting my family?”

Logan hesitated, then nodded slowly. “I’m sorry, I know it’s all I’ve been worrying about all day, but—”

“Logan,” he interrupted gently. “You don’t need to apologize for feeling things, remember? It’s normal to be a little anxious about things like this.”

He sighed. “You’re right.”

“I know I am. Now, do you want me to ring the doorbell?”

“Please do.”

Patton gave his boyfriend a reassuring smile, and Logan felt his muscles relax a little as he rang the bell. Almost immediately, the door swung open. Both of them immediately recognized the woman on the other side.

“Mama!” Patton swept her into a bear hug, and Logan couldn’t help but smile fondly as he watched.

“Hi, Pattycake!” She peppered his face in kisses, making him giggle, before pulling back and looking at Logan with a smile that shared an almost perfect likeness with Patton’s. “And Logan! It’s so wonderful to see you again. Come in, come in!”

Logan stepped inside, doing his best to mask his nerves. “Hello, Mrs. Morris. It’s nice to see you too.”

“You know you can just call me Miranda.”

Great. He hadn’t been here for a minute and he’d already made a mistake. “Right. I’m sorry, Miranda.”

“Oh, it’s no problem at all. Come on, let’s go see everyone else.” She started toward the kitchen. Patton took Logan’s hand and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze before the two went after her.

There weren’t many people there yet, as far as Logan could see. There was a small group of adults in the kitchen, but that was about it. Logan recognized one of them as Simon Morris, Patton’s father. “There he is! Hey, Patty!” Simon greeted him. Patton hurried over and hugged his father tightly. Not even thirty seconds had gone by when Simon caught sight of Logan and let go of his son. “And what do you know, Logan’s here!” He held his arms out. Logan felt his stomach flip, but he came over and hugged Simon anyway. The older man’s grip was tight, nearly suffocating Logan, but he managed to hold on until Simon finally let him go. “I should introduce you to the rest of the family, eh? That’s Miranda’s brother Rick, and his husband Carlos.” He pointed to them as he said their names. Rick looked somewhat like his nephew, while Carlos was shorter and had more sharp and angular features. Nevertheless, both of them looked friendly enough. Logan recalled that Patton was very close to them both, and considered them to be secondary parental figures.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Logan held his hand out to shake one of theirs, but was pulled into another hug by Rick.

“You must be Logan! Patty’s told us all about you!”

“He has?” Logan’s voice was choked by the tightness of the hug.

“Oh, absolutely!” Carlos piped in. “We ask about you every time we talk to ‘im, and he always has so much to say!”

Logan couldn’t keep a small smile from crossing his face. “Oh. Well, I’ve heard quite a lot about the two of you as well.” Rick looked pleased, before realizing that he was still squeezing Logan. He released his grip.

“Sorry ‘bout that, I got excited.”

“It’s alright.” He stepped away, allowing Patton to hug his uncles. Once they released him, he looked around.

“Where’s everyone else?”

“They’re not here,” Miranda replied. “Looks like you guys were pretty early.”

“So are you,” he pointed out.

“Oh, we’ve been here for hours helping with preparations.”

“Is there anything we can do to help?”

“Nope! Everything’s good to go.”

“If you change your mind, let us know.” Patton went back to his boyfriend, slipping Logan’s hand into his own.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“Ooh, our first guests!” Miranda exclaimed enthusiastically. “Pat, could you let them in?”

“Of course? Lo, you wanna come with?”

Logan hesitated for a moment. Did he want to come with him? He certainly didn’t want to attempt to make small talk with a group of adults he barely knew, and this was a good way to avoid that. “Sure. It was nice to meet you, Rick, Carlos. And it’s nice to see you again, Simon and Miranda.” The four of them smiled at him, before he and Patton went to the front door. Patton turned the handle and had barely pulled the door back an inch before a horde of small children exploded inside and immediately swarmed Patton, hugging him and climbing on him.

“Uncle Pat! Uncle Pat!”

“Hi, Uncle Pat!”

“I missed you, Uncle Pat!”

“Pick me up, Uncle Pat!”

“Look, Uncle Pat! I lost my tooth!”

“Well I lost two teeth!”

“Do you like my new dress, Uncle Pat?”

“Uncle Pat, do you remember me? I was five when I last saw you, but now I’m six!”

“Uncle Pat, guess what? We got a puppy!”

“Are you gonna take us to get ice cream again, Uncle Pat?”

“Uncle Pat! Lookit my new plushie!”

“Yours is ugly! Lookit mine, Uncle Pat!”

Logan was beginning to regret not staying with the other adults, feeling his anxiety come rushing back. He knew there would be children, but he hadn’t imagined this many of them.

“Hi, everyone!” Patton giggled. “I missed you guys too!”

One of the older ones turned to look at Logan. “Who’s that, Uncle Pat?”

All at once, twelve pairs of eyes locked on him, the previous excited energy disappearing abruptly from all of them, and a jolt of fear travelled up his spine. He had never been very good at socializing with children, especially of the younger variety like these ones were.

“He’s my boyfriend!” Patton told them cheerfully, either completely missing Logan’s panicked expression or ignoring it. “Everyone, this is Logan.”

“He’s tall,” one of them remarked.

“Taller than you, even,” added another.

“Isn’t he the guy on the news in the morning?”

Logan’s stomach twisted. He had been hoping to not be recognized for his work. He didn’t do what he did for the public exposure.

“That’s right, Max!” Patton replied, looking impressed. “He does the weather!”

“Why?” Max asked, tilting his head. “Isn’t that boring?”

“Max!” one of the older boys scolded. “You don’t say that to someone!”

“No, it’s alright.” Logan forced his voice to be even and calm. “I do it because I’m interested in what happens in the sky.”

“Like space?” a little girl asked him, her eyes wide.

Logan couldn’t help but smile. “Especially space. I’ve always found it fascinating.”

“I think it’s fas-i-cating too!” she squealed.

“Fascinating,” Logan corrected. “But you like space?”

She nodded eagerly. “What’s your favorite planet?” she wanted to know.

“Pluto.”

“Like Mickey’s dog?” one of them asked.

At that, one of the children started barking like a dog. The others joined in, and Logan gave Patton a puzzled glance. He just shrugged.

“No, not the dog,” Logan tried to say, but the barking drowned him out. Lucky for him, the little girl who had shown interest in space before heard him.

“Hey!” she yelled, and all of the others went silent again. “I wanna hear what Uncle Lo’s saying!”

Uncle Lo? Logan couldn’t tell if those words made him feel uncomfortable or touched.

“As I was saying,” Logan continued. “Pluto is the farthest planet from the sun. It’s so far away, in fact, that many scientists don’t consider it a planet. But I haven’t given up on it yet.”

What do I say now? Shit, shit shit, I don’t know what to say? Uh… why don’t I ask her about her favorite planet? That’s a good idea. Do that.

“What’s your favorite planet?” he asked.

“I like Jupiter,” she told him. “It’s the biggest.”

“That’s right. Did you know it’s made of gas?”

“Woah, really?”

“That’s right. It’s what we call a gas giant.”

“Is it the only one?”

Logan shook his head. “No, it’s not. Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune are all gas giants.” He ignored the chorus of giggles when he said the word “Uranus”. He’d laughed at that when he was younger, too. “And did you know that Jupiter has rings, just like Saturn? It isn’t as famous for them, but they are there.”

As Logan rattled off facts, the children listened intently, as if he was telling the most engaging story they had ever heard. Some occasionally asked questions or made comments, which Logan didn’t hesitate to answer. Maybe this won’t be so bad.

~~~

“And those stars over there make up Scorpius, the scorpion. Some myths say that Artemis sent it to kill Orion after he boasted that he could kill all the animals, and Zeus put it in the sky when it won the battle. Others say that Apollo, Artemis’s brother, sent it after Orion when he said he was a better hunter than Artemis. Zeus put them both in the sky.”

Logan was lying in the backyard, all twelve children surrounding him.

“I bet I could beat it if I tried,” Max mumbled.

“You could not,” murmured Heidi, Max’s older sister. “It’s way bigger than you. It’d totally crush you.”

Logan glanced around them, a soft smile spreading across his face when he saw most of them were asleep. It wasn’t very late for him, but it was for many of them.

“Hi, guys.” Logan looked up to see Patton standing above them, grinning.

Max’s energy returned, and he leapt to his feet. “Uncle Pat! Guess what? Uncle Lo taught us all about the stars!”

“Oh yeah?” Patton looked at his boyfriend with an adoring expression.

“Yeah! He told us all about Ursula Major and Aquarium and Scorpiss!”

“What?”

“Ursa Major, Aquarius, and Scorpius,” Logan explained. “And many more.”

“Ohh. That’s so cool!”

“Mhm! Is he gonna be here next time?”

“Maybe. Did you like hanging out with him?”

“Yeah!”

Patton smiled warmly at them. “I’m so glad. Uncle Lo and I have to go now, okay?”

“Do you have to?” Max looked up at his uncle with wide puppy-dog eyes.

“Sorry, buddy. It’s getting late.”

“Awww.” He pouted.

“I promise, we’ll come visit you, ‘kay?”

“Okay.” Logan stood, and Max hugged his leg. “‘Bye, Uncle Lo.”

“Goodbye, Max.” He patted his head.

Patton leaned down and kissed his nephew’s cheek, then took Logan’s hand. Max reluctantly let go of his leg and plopped down on the grass, watching them walk inside.

“‘Bye, Logan!” said Miranda, who was in the living room. “It was nice seeing you!”

“It was nice seeing you too.” He gave her a polite wave, before he and Patton went out the front door and to their car. Patton got in the driver’s seat, while Logan got into the passenger’s.

“Sorry I left you,” Logan told him.

“No, no, I didn’t mind at all! It was cute! You looked like you were having a lot of fun.”

“I was,” he admitted. “I hadn’t expected to.”

“I know you didn’t.” Patton leaned over to kiss his cheek before starting the engine. “But I’m happy you had a good time.”

[shadedrose01]

Tony the Teddy

Ship: None. Platonic (parental/paternal) relationship between Peter Parker and Tony Stark

Summary: Peter loses his teddy bear, and gains something more.

Tags: Febufluff, Day 10, Teddy Bears, Peter Has a Teddy Bear, His name is Tony, But Tony and Tony Stark are not the same thing/person, Post-Spider-Man: Homecoming, Aunt May is a good aunt whos just trying her best, Mentions of uncle ben - Freeform, Light Angst, Peter is a sad boy for a bit in this, But Tony Stark makes it better, Fluff, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, Tony Stark is a Good Dad, Tony Stark Has A Heart

Day ten of Febufluff: "Teddy Bear"! (From the platonic list)

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There was one constant in Peter's life growing up. When everything around him was swirled into chaos at the age of 7, when his parents got onto a plane and never came home, his uncle ben knelt down in front of him, told him the heartbreaking news, and gave him something.

A stuffie. A plush teddy bear with soft fabric in the shape of Iron Man's armour, apparently a gift his mother had planned to give him for his birthday but never got the chance to. Ben had given it to him, and had reassured him that he was so strong, as strong as a real life superhero, as strong as Iron Man, and that they'd get through this, the pain, the grief, the loss, together.

And Peter had held onto it tight, tears in his eyes and running down his cheeks, and had promised to his parents, to his uncle Ben and his Aunt May, and to himself that he would never let it go, no matter what. Later that month, Peter would be sat in front of the tv, eyes glued to the screen and holding the teddy close as Tony Stark announced that he was Iron Man. From that point on, the bear was named Tony.

Tony stayed by his side throughout his roller coaster of a life. Dragged behind him during the few childhood years he had left, as a shoulder to cry on whenever the bullies got too much and a buddy to talk to while he had no friends. Then, when he found Ned and grew out of the age where bringing around a Teddy bear was acceptable, Tony stayed home, but he was always on Peter's bed, always there, a constant presence and reminder of warmth, comfort and love, of security and safety, and home.

Then Ben died, right in front of his eyes, in his arms, and Peter's life was flipped upside down again, but still, Tony was there. He remembers coming home from the hospital, still coated in dried up blood, his uncles blood, blood that was split because of him, it was all because of him, all his fault-, and grabbing the bear as soon as he hits his bed, burying his face into it and sobbing loudly, his river of tears soaking into the matted fur. But he had remembered his uncle's words, "With great power comes great responsibility", had remembered that he was strong, that he had to be strong for his aunt and had pulled himself together, and had pushed forward, even as he longed to give up.

Everything after that was a blur, becoming Spider-Man on a whim, meeting the real Tony Stark, fighting in Germany, the 'internship', the vulture, homecoming, the real internship. It all happened so fast, and yet, there Tony was, still sat on his bed like all those years ago, looking worn and torn from good use, but still there, still kicking, still around.

But now, Peter couldnt find him. He couldnt find him, and he was freaking out.

Peter was searching his room, practically tearing it apart trying to find the precious stuffie. Where could he be? He was on the bed this morning, Peter knows, he remembers him being in his normal spot before he left for school, but now hes not there, hes not anywhere, and he knows Happy is going to be there soon, and he cant find Tony-

"Peter? Are you ready?" His aunt calls out from the living room, and Peter shakes his head violently, anxiously, still checking under his bed and around his drawers for any sign of the Iron Man plushie.

"I can't find Tony." He calls back, his actions getting more frantic as he searches places hes already checked again and again, his chest tighten and stomach dropping more and more as time goes on. He needs to find him, he has to-

"Tony?" Aunt May sounds amused but her show show her concern as he rounds the corner to his room, not even flinching at the scattered mess of it. "Isn't he who you're going to see?"

Peter groans, stopping momentarily to run his hands through his hair. "No! I mean, yes, but not the same one!" At his aunt's puzzled look, Peter expands on his explanation. "You know, the teddy bear? Iron man costume, kinda- kinda frizzy looking?"

His aunt's eyes brighten with recognition, but also with confusion, and a hint of guilt. "Ohhh, that guy? I thought you weren't into stuffies anymore, so I gave him away."

Peter chokes on his spit, his heart breaking, eyes widening. "You- you did?! May! Uncle Ben gave him to me, and he was from my parents!" His voice is high pitched, shaky and loud as tears burning his eyes, feeling ripples of loss rushing through his body. It feels like losing his parents, losing Ben all over again.

Aunt May makes a noise of sympathy and her face scrunches up with guilt, a downward tilt to her lips. She reaches forward and places a hand onto his cheek, rubbing her thumb back and forth soothingly. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry, I thought it would be fine, I didn't think it would hurt you-"

"It-its okay." He sniffles, blinking back his tears and forcing a smile on to his face as he stands, swallowing back the lump in his through. "You're right, I should be over it by now."

His aunt's face scrunches even more, her face turning even more gut wrenchingly guilty. "No, baby, that's not-"

Peter feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, and, knowing it was from Happy, takes his escape as soon as physically possible. "I think Happy's here, I gotta go." He hears Aunt May call after him as he pushes past her and out the door, getting into the awaiting convertible quickly.

He isn't mad at his aunt, or blame her for getting rid of the teddy, she didnt know any better. She didnt know how important he was to Peter, but it still hurts, even though Peter knows it shouldn't. Its just a teddy bear, but he still finds himself wiping away stubborn tears the entire drive to the compound, feeling one small inconvenience away from sobbing his heart out.

He says a small thank you to Happy once they finally arrive, not noticing the man's worries stare as he takes a deep breath and makes his way to his mentor's lab, the doors opening immediately for him.

As soon as he walks into the room, Mr. Stark is already on his case, looking up from his project with a concerned frown, eyebrows furrowed. "Hey kid, everything alright? Happy said you were quiet on the way over."

Peter shakes his head and reinforces the fake smile on his face, hating the way his cheeks twitch with the effort. "Yeah, yeah I'm okay." His voice is quiet, subdued even to his own ears as he walks to his station, picking up a pair of tweezers even if he has no plan to use them.

Mr. Stark snorts at him, giving him a look. "Yeeeeah, you see, Happy also told me that you were crying the entire way up here too, and that little act you're trying to pull isn't sitting so well with me right now, bud." Peter just stares down at his table and shrugs, watching as the tools get blurrier and blurrier as wetness fills his eyes again. Mr. Starks tone softens significantly as he places a hand on to Peter's shoulder. "Come on, Pete, what's going on in the head of yours, hm?"

Peter sniffs and wipes his eyes with his sleeve, mumbling. "It's stupid."

Mr. Stark rubs a thumb against his shoulder reassuringly. "If its upsetting you, it isn't stupid, kid."

"It is. It's just a teddy bear." Even as hard as he tries to keep his composure, his voice cracks at the end of his sentence, his eyes fill up again and he breaks as soon as the words are out of his mouth, placing a hand up to his lips as the first loud sobs echoes in the room.

Mr. Stark makes a small noise, before pulling him into his chest, holding him tightly as Peter sobs, soaking his old, ratty tshirt with his tears, hand curled into the fabric as he spills everything, how his uncle gave him the bear when it was little, how it came from his parents, all they've been through together, and mostly how much it meant to him. It takes a few minutes for Peter to calm back down again, and as much as he hates to admit it, he feels quite a bit better now that the tightness in his chest has ceased, the grip on his lungs loosening slightly as he got everything off his chest.

"See?" Peter chuckles wetly, sniffling. "Stupid."

"Look at me, bud." Mr. Stark pulls away, and thumbs away the wetness still littering his cheeks, tilting his head up to make sure he's looking him in the eye. "Just because it's a stuffed teddy bear doesnt mean it didnt mean a lot to you," Peter goes to rebuttal, but Mr. Stark blows over him. "And just because you know your aunt didn't mean to, its allowed to hurt. You're allowed to feel this way, Pete, it shows that you care." He smiles gently at the boy, who smiles back shakily.

"Yeah, I-I guess so."

"I know so." Mr. Stark states like it's a fact, patting Peter's cheeks and causing him to giggle, the sound making Mr. Starks entire face soften. "Feel better now?"

Peter nods firmly, smiling easily now. "Yeah, think so... thank you, Tony."

"Of course." The older man gives his shoulders one last squeeze before letting go completely and stepping back, walking back towards his project, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Now that we're done with all that emotional shit, wanna help me on this?"

Peter just grins back at him. "Hell yeah."

A few days later, when Peter comes back for his internship again, a stuffed Iron Man teddy bear is sat at his station. Theres no note or anything attached to it, and Mr. Stark never brings it up, but Peter knows it's from him. And, as he watches the man working in the corner of his eye, he smiles softly down at the teddy bear, his heart warm. He may have lost Tony the teddy, and one of his last connections to his parents and his uncle, but maybe, just maybe, he can make some new memories with this little guy by his side. New memories with his friends, with his new father figure, and his new family as a whole.

[silkhy-john]

So, I promised in a previous post that I'd do the Sevii Islands, and here we are. I'm going to go more in depth here since what I'm talking about is WAY less than what I was talking about yesterday.

The Sevii Islands are the third of the 3 explorable regions in gen 3 of pokemon, Hoenn (RSE), Kanto (FrLg), and the Islands (FrLg).

They serve as the post-game area for Fire Red and Leaf Green, with all the fun stuff like a battle tower, cable games, and E-Reader functions. They are also where one can catch the Johto and Hoenn pokemon.

With that out of the way, let's go on

Sevii Islands?

The name "Sevii" is comprised of two parts, Seven (Sev) and VII(vii), which is seven in roman numerals. Obviously, the theme here is the number 7, but...

...as you can see in the HIGHLY unclear image of the official art (sorry, couldn't find a higher resolution) there are actually 9 main Islands, so why 7?

Well, as an old woman NPC on Quest Island (Seven Island) tells you, the islands are named Sevii because they were created in seven days. Nifty.

Knot Island (One Island)

There's not much to explain here, especially because I don't see how any of knot's definitions are relevant to anything that happens on the island.

Perhaps it's an English saying or phrase that involves knots and beginnings?

Boon Island (Two Island)

This one is easy. Boons are gifts; blessings.

The ultimate move tutor lives here (on Cape Brink). The Ultimate Moves (Frenzy Plant, Blast Burn, Hydro Cannon) are boons given to the starters who have a strong bond with their trainer.

There's also the gifts received for winning the cable games at the Game Corner.

I do believe, however, that "Boon" is more relevant to the old lady on Cape Brink (her name is Ultima in the Pokemon Adventures Manga, and in that canon she's good friends with Mr Stone, Drake, and Captain Briney).

Kin Island (Three Island)

One of the best named islands in my opinion.

"Kin" is family, or someone with whom you share a close, strong, bond (not usually of the romantic sort).

In the games, the reason you go to Kin Island is because the Boon Island Game Corner's owner has sent you to look for Lostelle, his daughter; his kin.

Then comes a bit of irony, because when you reach the Island, you find Kantonian Bikers fighting against the Sevii Islanders (this serves as the reminder to the player that the Sevii Islands and Kanto are different regions under the jurisdiction of the same league).

By defeating the Bikers and sending them away, you strengthen the bond between the Sevii Islanders and the remaining Kantonians (not just on Three Island, but on One and Two Islands too). You strengthen their kinship.

Lastly, Three Island is two (fraternal) twin islands joined by Bond Bridge. Kinship, again.

Pretty cool, huh.

Floe Island (Four Island)

This one is also pretty aptly named.

Four Island is the smallest and most isolated of the populated islands, with no routes to speak of.

It also happens to be home to Lorelei, who visits the island on story related business that I'm not interested in discussing.

Fun fact: Lorelei's house is full of pokemon plushies.

And finally, the reason for it's name: it is the only island of the Sevii Islands that has a place cold enough for a substantial amount of ice to form; Icefall Cave.

That's the reason for it's name, really. A floe is a sheet of floating ice, after all.

This also explains Lorelei's type expertise.

The true question is: was Floe Island designed around Lorelei, or was Lorelei designed alongside Floe Island?

Much to think about...

Chrono Island (Five Island)

I feel this one is the island with a name that doesn't entirely make sense.

"Chrono" is a suffix that means "time".

At a glance, there's nothing particularly time-related on this island, especially since IF they were to make Celebi obtainable in this game, it would most likely be an encounter or even on Six Island.

HOWEVER, the island has two locations, Water Labyrinth and Lost Cave, that were designed to be time-consuming. Lost Cave is a maze that punishes unprepared trainers and can be extremely time consuming if one doesn't know what they're doing.

Five Island also houses Resort Gorgeous, where Selphy lives. Once she's been rescued from the Lost Cave, she begins to give the player requests that can be extremely time-consuming.

Anyway, I feel this island is named less because of how the player interacts with it, and more because of the very rich people who live on it and do nothing but waste their time.

Fortune Island (Six Island)

Another island I feel could have been better named.

Six Island is most known for:

1. Being the best(easily-accessible) stargazing spot in the whole of Kanto-Johto-Sevii Islands. I say easily-accessible because Mt Silver probably provides a more magical view on clear nights, but it isn't the easiest place to get to.

2. Having, alongside Seven Island, some of the oldest known structures (not just in Kanto, but in the rest of the world).

As you can see, there's not much fortune to anything on the island.

The only thing that could possible be fortune (and this is a bit of a reach) is how the Altering Cave was originally meant to work (as a place where more pokemon from Johto-Hoenn could be captured).

I think this island should have been called Riddle Island or Enigma Island, because everything seems to have a historical significance (Pattern Bush, Altering Cave, Dotted Hole) but their significance hasn't been puzzled out or found yet.

Quest Island (Seven Island)

This one is pretty straight forward.

It gives the player the whole Treasure Hunter/Adventurer vibe with the Tanoby Key and Tanoby Ruins.

It also gives the player the infinite quest for strength feeling with the Battle Tower.

Navel Rock

Navel's second definition is midpoint; centre.

You could take this literally, as Navel Rock IS at the centre of its portion of the map.

You could also take this in a different way, with Navel Rock being the centre of a whole bunch of Lugia and Ho-Oh myths.

Both could apply.

Birth Island

I'm... not sure. Is this because it's the island where Deoxys(when looked at as a space virus) was "born" to this earth? Mmmm, honestly, I don't know.

[jenniboo311]

Hot Ones: Spider-Man Tries Not to Spill His Secrets While Eating Hot Wings

by jenniboo311

Part 1 of the Hot Ones: Avengers in the Hot Seat series, Part 1 of the Social Butterfly Spidey series

Teen |  17416 Words  |  Chapter 2/3

A nondescript grey metal door opens to admit Happy Hogan, dressed in his typical sunglasses and dark suit, who removes his sunglasses and cautiously peers around before settling his gaze on Sean Evans, who is chatting with two crew members. He marches towards him with purpose and clears his throat to gain his attention. The conversation ceases and they turn to Happy.

Sean offers him a hand to shake and they exchange names and greetings. Happy explains that he will be attending the interview to act as security. After the pleasantries are observed, Sean looks behind Happy at the closed door and asks him in a puzzled manner, "Is the guest of honor not joining us?"

"He'll be along shortly," Happy explains, "Something came up. Something usually does."

Sean gives him an uncertain smile and his eyebrows crease in confusion while Happy rolls his eyes.

"In the meantime we can go over the ground rules," Happy continues. "Spider-Man has agreed to be interviewed and filmed on your show. His identity is to remain concealed and he will not be removing his mask at any point. I've been assured by Mr. Stark's legal team that you have all signed the non-disclosure agreements that were sent over last month. Please keep in mind should you hear or see something that you shouldn't hear or see, that Tony Stark has better lawyers than you do. In short, if something slips and you witness it, keep it zipped or else."

Sean stares dumbfounded at the unfriendly man and his eyes widen as he continues to speak. The two crew members exchange wide-eyed looks and silently and hesitantly shuffle away.

"Err-" Sean begins awkwardly before being interrupted by Happy.

"I'm not done," he says impatiently as he holds up a hand as if to physically stop him. Sean blinks and Happy continues, "You are free to ask him whatever you want, however he reserves the right to not answer. The only exceptions," he inclines his head to pin Sean with an intense stare that is intended to be intimidating, "are that you may not ask him who he is, anything probing about his friends and family, the location of his residence, how he became enhanced, and probing questions on the exact nature of his abilities. He will not be entertaining any questions of that nature so you can forget about it."

Happy pauses to pull his phone from his pocket and look down to check a message, and Sean takes the distraction to flick his eyes to the right and share an alarmed look with a coworker. Sean's eyebrows climb his forehead and his mouth frowns in a moue of baffled displeasure before settling on a helpless shrug. Happy taps out a response before looking up to address Sean once again. Sean snaps his eyes back to Happy and blanks his face so as not to get caught.

"As per our agreement I have brought our own order of wings and I will supervise you opening fresh, sealed bottles of all the sauces. You will keep the wings in my sight at all times until the interview begins. No funny business or we walk."

Sean shakes his head and tries to placate him, "Hey man, we'd never poison Spider-Man. No funny business here. We're just going to eat chicken and talk. Is this strictly necessary?"

"If you understood how many people want him dead you wouldn't be saying that. It's this or nothing."

Sean pauses to regard the grumpy man and cocks his head to the side as he mutters, "'Happy', huh?"

Happy's eyes narrow at the slight and he opens his mouth to retort but is interrupted by the door slamming open and they both turn to regard the newcomers.

Tony Stark saunters in as if he owns the place, which very well could be true, and is followed by a slightly hunched over Spider-Man in civvies and mask who is tenderly holding his ribs.

"I'm just saying," Tony drawls and gestures at the air with his right hand in a careless manner.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah," Spider-Man interrupts exasperated, "Everyone's a critic. Next time I guess I'll just let the nice old lady get creamed by the runaway moving truck, shall I?"

Tony rolls his eyes and grins and is about to retort when his eye catches Happy straightening importantly and tugging on his suit jacket to erase imaginary wrinkles and Tony leads them both over to meet them, forgetting about the squabble he was having with Spider-Man.

Tony arrives first and shakes Sean's hand and they exchange greetings and introductions. Sean looks relieved to have been interrupted from his conversation with Happy, and surprised to see Tony.

"Mr. Stark, I didn't know you would be joining us. It's an honor to meet you," Sean confesses in as professional a tone as he can manage, trying not to fawn in the presence of the two heroes.

"It was either this or attend that board meeting Pepper has been nagging me about for three weeks," Tony shrugged nonchalantly.

"You mean that super important board meeting that Pepper told you to attend or else?" Happy interjects helpfully.

Tony nods thoughtfully, "Yeah, that's the one."

As if on cue, Tony's cellphone rings angrily in his pocket and he promptly sends it to voicemail and smiles at them as if nothing happened.

Spider-Man snorts as he comes to a stop next to Tony and holds out his hand to greet Sean with a shake as well. "Sorry we're late, I had to take care of something."

"No worries, I'm sure you're a busy guy. No harm, no foul," he assures him. "Are you alright?" He gestures at Spider-Man holding his ribs.

Spider-Man makes an effort to straighten and lets his arms fall to his sides, "Yeah I'm good. Nothing to worry about!"

"He had an altercation with a grand piano," Tony whispers sotto voce, cupping a hand to his mouth as though imparting a secret, "Spoiler alert: the piano won."

Spider-Man sighs, aggravated. "Shall we get started?"

Sean shows the two to their dressing room to relax before the interview begins. Happy lags behind with Tony to discuss something and Sean turns to Spider-Man and attempts small talk.

"So, Happy Hogan. He's kind of...intense?"

Spider-Man waves a careless hand at him and huffs out a laugh, "Nah, he's a teddy bear!"

From over Spider-Man's right shoulder, Sean sees Tony distractedly decline another phone call and Happy's head swivel to regard him as if he heard his comment somehow, and makes a gesture with his pointer and middle fingers at his own eyes and then at Sean as if to say, 'I'm watching you'.

Sean raises an uncertain eyebrow and gives him a shaky smile.

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Spider-Man snickers quietly as he texts someone on his phone. Tony and Happy are across the room talking. A young woman working in the crew clutches a stuffed toy to her chest in a death grip as she blushes heavily and hesitantly approaches Spider-Man.

Happy catches sight of her out of the corner of his eye and abandons his discussion with Tony and yells, "Hey! You! Yeah, you!"

The young woman, Tony, and Spider-Man all jump in fright at the sudden loud noise and the woman squeaks and drops what she was holding.

Happy marches forward and steps between them and raises his hands to ward her off.

"Who are you?" He demands at once, "What do you want? Why are you approaching Spider-Man?"

He fires off the questions without giving her a chance to answer and she is visibly flustered.

Tony looks over and saves the poor girl, "Down boy. Give her a break, Hap."

Happy lowers his arms but continues to stare as she stutters.

Spider-Man abandons his texting to watch the unfolding scene before looking down to see the toy the woman had dropped. He reaches down to pick it up and sees that it is a plush Spider-Man toy.

Spider-Man gasps dramatically and Happy spins around on the spot, reaching for his hip holster.

"It's me!" Spider-Man gushes, "I have a plushie!"

Tony grins and lets out a cackle, "Stand down, double oh seven. I think we can handle this."

Spider-Man looks up at Tony and laments, "Oh man, times like this makes me want to unmask so I can license my own merch."

Tony waggles his finger at him. "Yeah that's probably not a sufficient enough reason to unmask."

Spider-Man shrugs comically and answers with a noncommittal, "Hn".

Spider-Man holds up the toy and looks at the young woman over Happy's shoulder and asks, "This yours?"

She gives a small gulp and does her best to gather her courage. "N-no. It's my little brother's. We're both big fans, of all the Avengers really, but you're my brother's favorite."

Spider-Man straightens and his eye lenses widen and then squint in delight. "Yeah?" He asks excitedly.

She nods and explains, "It's his birthday next week and I knew you were scheduled to interview this week, so I was kinda hoping I could get your autograph on the Spider-Man plush I bought him. It would make his whole birthday."

Spider-Man makes a comical cooing noise and not so subtly edges Happy out of the way. Happy huffs, offended, but stands down.

Spider-Man happily signs the toy and she gushes her thanks.

Tony pouts, which they see, and she swiftly stammers out that her brother is a big fan of Iron Man as well, and if it isn't too much trouble would he please sign it as well?

Spider-Man's mask twitches as if he is smirking and Tony perks up at once and complies.

A few crew members walking past see the heroes signing things and hesitantly linger in the doorway hopefully.

Spider-Man laughs gently and beckons them in, starting an avalanche of crew getting selfies and autographs.

Spider-Man leans close to Tony in between photos and whispers, "I'm his favorite."

Tony glares.

Happy hovers nearby, blustering and sweating.

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Spider-Man sits quietly in a chair in his t-shirt, as patiently as Spider-Man is capable of being sitting still for any length of time, while a crew member attaches his microphone.

The relative quiet is interrupted with a low rumble and Spider-Man grasps a hand to his stomach and whines, "Man, I'm starving."

Tony rolls his eyes and snorts, "You're always starving. You're like a black hole for food."

His gut expresses his displeasure again and Tony quips, "You know it's a good thing I'm a billionaire or I'd have gone poor long ago trying to keep up with your metabolism."

Spider-Man spots a complimentary basket of snacks across the room and makes an interested noise. The crew member catches the hint and reassures Spider-Man that he'll be finished soon.

Spider-Man impatiently aims his wrist at the basket and with a gesture and a soft thwip, a sticky rope of synthetic spiderweb shoots out of a cuff on his wrist to adhere to the side. The crew member swiftly forgets what he's doing and stares as his mouth drops open. With a quick yanking motion the basket soars across the room and into Spider-Man's arms with a jaunty, "Yoink!"

Spider-Man rifles through his bounty and after a moment becomes aware that the crew member is still staring. He selects a packaged chocolate bar and sticks the end into the man's gaping maw causing him to instinctively bite down, leaving him with a bar sticking stupidly out of his mouth. This snaps him out of it and as Spider-Man throws a package of cookies at Tony and cracks into a bag of Doritos, the crew member takes the bar out of his mouth, gives a bewildered grin, and breathes, "Cool."

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Spider-Man and Sean both take their seats at the table, ready to start the interview once the crew finishes with the final adjustments to the lights and cameras.

Sean turns to Spider-Man to engage in small talk when they are interrupted with Spider-Man's cellphone ringing.

"Oh man, sorry about that. That's so rude, I forgot to turn it off."

He retrieves it from his pocket to glance at the caller ID and his eye lenses widen in panic.

"Underoos?" Tony questions, concerned.

Spider-Man quickly declines the call and silences the phone. "It's Pepper, she's started calling me now. Looks like you're in big trouble, Tony."

Tony waves away the comment and affects a blasé attitude, but the accompanying laugh sounds just a shade nervous.

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Spider-Man has one wing left on the board to tackle and he squirms uncomfortably in his chair. He looks as though he has been through a war, gasping, groaning, and sweat decorating his throat and exposed upper lip.

He squirms again and bites his lip to hold in an extremely manly whimper when Sean quirks an eyebrow and questions, "Doing okay over there, Spidey?"

"Uhhh..." He hedges, "I'm not gonna lie, man. I'm busting for a piss."

Tony snorts off camera and snarks, "He's so professional."

Spider-Man glares at him and defends himself. "Have you seen how much water and milk I've been guzzling? You try chugging that much and not need to pee!"

He turns hopefully to Sean, "Can we take a super quick break? I just gotta..." He trails off and gestures with a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of his dressing room and attached bathroom.

Sean nods with an understanding grin, "Yeah sure, man. Go ahead."

Just as he's about to stand up he pauses, raises his hands near his face, and stares at them.

Sean's eyebrows furrow at the strange behaviour and he stares at him as if he has ten heads. "Spides?" He prompts.

Spider-Man jerks his head up and his eye lenses widen in horror. Sean becomes more confused.

"S-so, what's the protocol here exactly," he sputters, and continues when he only gets more confused stares, "Because I've been touching hot sauce for the past hour and now I've gotta pee and I'm terrified to touch my dick."

Sean blinks and his mouth drops open. The set is dead silent for a beat until with a roar it erupts in laughter.

Spider-Man blinks in confusion and whimpers in an extremely manly way.

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Sean chats with Spider-Man as they stand up from the table at the conclusion of the interview and prepare to take a group photo.

"Thanks again for coming on the show, that was a blast."

"You bet! Thanks for having me!"

"Man, what I wouldn't give to get some of the other Avengers on here too," Sean muses.

Spider-Man turns his head to regard him thoughtfully. Sean returns the look questioningly and he passes whatever test Spider-Man has put him through in his head. He asks for Sean's phone, who complies with a puzzled, "Oookay."

"This is my number. Keep in touch, I'll see what I can do about trapping some victims for you."

He finishes tapping in his number and passes over his own phone for Sean to input his own number.

"Dude, that's your personal number?" Sean asks incredulously.

"Well, kind of," he replies. "It's one of several numbers owned by Stark Industries, but this one is dedicated to Spider-Man. It forwards to my personal cell, so my identity isn't attached to it. It's safe, don't worry! Just keep it to yourself please, yeah? Don't want to get bombarded with marriage proposals or something. I trust you to not sell it online," he finishes with a wink.

Spider-Man turns to talk to Tony and Sean turns to a coworker to mouth, 'Oh my God!'

His coworker flaps his hands at Sean excitedly and Sean murmurs uncertainly, "I think that means we're friends now?!"

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Spider-Man stares down at his phone in horror as the dial tone continues to ring out, indicating the caller has hung up. Tony and Sean snicker at him, no sympathy for his impending murder.

"Yeah so I think I'm going to web sling my way back to the compound. It's going to take too long to go back in the car and she's pissed enough as it is," Spider-Man nervously says. Happy promptly leaves to retrieve a bag from the car.

Tony smirks, "Coward!"

Spider-Man fires back, "Yeah? When's the last time you trained with Nat, Tony?"

Tony flounders for a moment before settling on, "I'm a very busy man. Besides, I'm Iron Man. I don't need to train with Nat. I'm unbeatable and it would be an unfair fight to Nat."

Spider-Man stares at him unimpressed. "I'm telling her you said that. Then we'll see how unbeatable you are, tin can."

Tony's eyes widen in panic before he clears his throat. "Tick tock, Underoos."

Spider-Man's eye lenses flare and he turns to dash to the dressing room, grabbing the bag from Happy just as he steps back into the room. "Thanks, Hap!"

Happy grunts and crosses his arms.

After a few moments Spider-Man returns with the bag slung over his shoulder, and the set goes quiet as they catch sight of Spider-Man in full costume. He hands his bag back to Happy and tinkers obliviously with the web shooters on his wrist, making sure he has enough web fluid for the return trip.

A quiet squeal of excitement from a crew member causes Spider-Man's head to snap up in alarm before relaxing once he determines the cause. His eye lenses squint and his mask twitches in a smile and he gives a soft chuckle.

A crew member begs for another quick picture of him in full gear and he relents, causing another avalanche of pictures. He shrugs helplessly and prays Natasha will bless him with a swift death later.

Not a chance.

[writingamongtheroses-archive]

Showtime, Chapter 11

(I’m gonna make another masterpost for this when it’s finished. @h-faith-marr-writeblr.)

Locked

Liza parked in front of the restaurant. She turned off her car, but instead of getting out to go inside, she sat there.

Why was she here?

There was a rustle. When she glanced next to her, Doll was staring back. They stared at each other. For a moment, she thought she saw what looked like silver strings tied around the ghost's wrists. "Why are we here?" she said finally.

"I failed." Doll whispered softly. "I was meant to take care of those kids. I couldn't let you die either." She worried her hands, biting her lip. "I still remember hovering over you, determined to keep you alive..."

They sat in silence before Liza sighed. She adjusted her cap before opening the car door. Doll followed her out. The two walked to the door, opening it. The dining hall looked like it hadn't been cleaned like it had been the past week. Mr. Calworth was perched in a booth again.

"Mr. Calworth?"

He looked up. "Ah, Miss Dorado!" The man nodded to himself, as if proud he'd remembered an employee's name. "What can I do you for?" He sounded like he was trying to sound merry. Liza frowned but pulled out the device anyway. Her manager gave a polite but puzzled frown of his own. He gently took it and regret bled into her thoughts.

"I- the power went out and I found it on the generator. Last night." Dios, she was a horrible liar. "I hope you don't mind that I unhooked it, but the freezers were starting to melt and I figured that was a horrible waste of money." She fiddled with her hands, wondering if he would see through her and she would get in trouble-

"That's very good of you, Dorado! You're just a chip off your mother's block, aren't you?"

Liza's relief was train wrecked by the comment. "Um..." she finally managed out. "Excuse me?"

Mr. Calworth smiled, pocketing the gauge. "You definitely have potential here! Probably just some old fired sap's idea of a joke. You did a wonderful job. But..." He looked worried. "Still not quitting?"

If she quit, the Puppet would probably skin her alive, probably like it was for the...events last night.

"No sir, I'm here for the long haul," she said, pushing away the questions about her mother. Even though the Puppet probably couldn't hear her, she tried to say it as clearly as she could. Mr. Calworth considered her in a way that was probably meant to be appraising. It just made her skin crawl- but it was nothing compared to the glares she had received from Ted. Her eyes flicked to the papers on the table. "What's Mentira?" she asked.

The papers were suddenly swept up. "Our security firm." the manager said in a tone that was clearly meant to be casual. "I was thinking about replacing these old cameras with something newer. Something nicer for my favorite employee."

Liza bit her cheek to rein in her disgust at the creepy 'favorite employee' comment and the feeling that she was being talked down to. "I mean...sure. You do what's best. For the restaurant." she forced out. "I'm just the night guard."

"Yes, you are. But...the palace is built on the backs of the small, right?" Before she could find the correct response, he brushed past her. "Oh! Just remembered. I'm sure I don't need to remind you, but this is the sixth night of your shift and things...can get messy. Please, take caution."

Liza nodded. He doesn't know.' She thought so quickly she felt dazed. He doesn't know about the Puppet. Or how I'm working to befriend the robots. How much does he not know?

"Uh...yes, sir. Of course. T-thank you." Keep it cool, keep it cool. "I w-will keep that in mind, sir. Erh—Bye."

Nailed it.

Mr. Calworth nodded and headed out the door. Liza waited until he had locked the door and drove off before she headed off to the office. The lid to the box was already off, the Puppet considering some blue fabric. Liza nearly ran for it. Instead, she steeled herself, stepped inside the office to take a seat, and closed both doors.

There. The mess should be easier to clean.

And then she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

The Puppet didn't say a word. Instead, it reached inside the box to pull out a pair of fabric scissors. Liza and Doll shared looks. The scissors flashed...as it started to cut out what looked like a shirt. Confused, Liza looked around. Her eyes landed on a shelf that she had uncovered during her cleaning spree.

The band was lined up on the shelf. They didn't look like the brand plushies- they looked homemade. Next to them were two unfamiliar characters: a dark yellow bear wearing a purple bow tie and hat and a dark yellow rabbit with a purple bow. Next to them was Doll. She resisted a shiver when she noticed all of them, except for the yellow rabbit, had silver strings.

"So...am I in trouble?"

The Puppet stopped cutting. There was a moment of silence before there was "No. You are not in trouble."

"But- I abandoned my post. Shouldn't I be in some type of-"

"I should've considered how Rebecca would have reacted to you. She was a...troubled child in life, as I'm sure Miss Andrews can confirm for you. Her death was violent and unkind and it ramped up her troubles."

Liza considered that. She had never asked Doll how she died. "How...did she die? I mean, I know each child was placed in a suit and that's why they stuffed other guards which led to the endoskeleton lie- Crap." She scrambled to her feet, running out. "We'll talk about this later, I need to check something out!"

Doll yelped as she was dragged out. The Puppet was left to listen to the racket of warnings and apologies before it descended into silence. It gave a chirp of laughter, fondness lighting up in its chest. "I must admit, you've become an odd one, Little Bird."

It put aside the fabric to pull out a completed doll, silver strings and all.

"But, that's how growing up works, doesn't it?"

Careful not to get the string entangled, the Puppet lifted itself from the box to gently place the doll on the shelf.

Little Liza smiled down on the office as the Puppet returned to its work.

-_-

Bun poked her head out when she heard the familiar soft thuds of work boots. Much to her surprise, it was their night guard, blonde ghost shadow and all.

"Lass?"

Although, what was she thinking, calling the lass theirs?

"Oh! Evening, Captain." Liza said brightly, stopping by Treasure Cavern. She had clearly taken notes on how Bun liked the title. Of course, Ted was the main Captain, being the leader of their little band. "Nice to see you...since last night."

"It's nice to see you too, lass." Bun took care to place as much cheer as she could in her voicebox. Like the rest of the animatronics, Bun didn't like adults. But, she could make an exception for the adult that had once been Ted's quiet little shadow, right? Plus, she had fixed the Queen Bunny's Revenge nicely- she had even swept! It was something she could be proud of, even if none of her little mateys would see it.

But, who knows? A Dorado had the potential to turn everything around.

"Where you off to?" she asked politely.

"Oh...um...breaking into Mr. Calworth's office?" Liza said sheepishly.

Bun nodded. "Next to the storage room, where that dog likes to hang around. Something troublin' ye, lass?"

"It's...it's probably nothing. Thanks." Liza took off towards the office. Bun considered this. She hopped off her stage and took off at a trot to catch up with the young woman. Liza stopped when she heard the metal, raising a brow. "What are you-"

"Need something and I figured I might trail ye to the storage room." Bun said. She aimed a crafty grin at the lass. She was sharp as a tack, she would understand quickly. "Unless ye mind the company?"

Liza blinked before smiling. Good lass. "Not at all. Actually, you might be able to help me."

"Oh, really?" Help sounded better than hazard, which was a word she had grown to hate. "What with?"

"Well, last night, before...everything went down, Kitty accidentally knocked this down." Liza pulled out the audio recorder. "Doll and I...hey, where is Doll?" When she looked around, it was to see the ghost missing.

"Probably decided to tuck herself away in yer mind. Can't blame her- she's not too fond of me kid." Not too fond was probably putting it lightly, considering the fistfight they had before their untimely deaths.

"Um...okay. Anyway, we trailed the wire that was attached to Mr. Calworth's office. That's where I found the article." She shrank slightly on her spot. "And then tonight I saw some papers labeled Mentira. He said it was the company that bought the restaurant's cameras. But that didn't sound right, considering mentira means-"

"I lie."

Liza grinned. "Right! The entire thing felt...off. So, I need to look around."

"Ah, always good to follow yer gut."

The door appeared and Liza grabbed the handle, fully expecting it to be unlocked. She frowned when it didn't open. "It's locked," she reported, frowning. "It wasn't locked last night!" She had to take a step back with a groan. "Do you know how...?"

Bun considered it before she grinned.

"I think I have an idea."

[theincompetentgenius]

hi! I saw that you do matchups; I’ve always wanted to receive one!! so, I was wondering if I could please get a match up for IkeRev and Mr. Love if possible? I’m very quiet and sort of shy. I’m quiet, I’m afraid to speak unless spoken to. I’m funny, that’s what my friends say. I like making people laugh! I really love writing photography. I’m also interested in history and linguistics. I really love cats. I have two at the moment — one at home and one with me at college. Thank you!!!

Alrighty! I know I’ve been almost MIA, but I found the time to write some matchups. So let’s get started!

Ikemen Revolution

Blanc Lapin

With Zero’s route finally out, my first thought was to pair you two together. Both of you are shy and sweet, which would be absolutely adorable to watch. The soft, blushy interactions would make my heart burst!  He’s the best boi who’d always keep you happy, but I’m not sure how you two would open up. Both of you can be very quiet, resulting in long silences. Hence, why I went with the bother best boi--- Blanc! Just like Zero, your best interest is his top priority, but he’s much easier to engage in a conversation.

Blanc is everyone’s favorite tour guide! He’s super easy to get along with because the man has absolutely no problem talking to other people. From the moment he introduces you to the Cradle, the tension in your stomach slowly disappears.

The record-keeper will be initiating most of the conversations, making sure that you’re feeling situated in your temporary home. It would be rude of him to not ensure your safety when it’s partially his fault that you even got into this mess, so you’ll have plenty of opportunities to speak and display more of your personality.

Your humor gives Blanc quite a few chuckles. It’s nice to see someone who knows how to make others laugh, especially when the Red and Black armies are going through one of the most turbulent periods in history. While you may not realize it, Blanc has a soft smile plastered on his face every time you make a joke. He just can’t get enough of it.

Since you’re super interested in history, you’ll understand his fascination with the Cradle’s history. While he can’t tell you many of the Cradle’s secrets, there are harmless historical stories that he can share with you (because they are common Cradle knowledge). You’ll listen to him with your full attention, pointing out the parallels between the history of the two dimensions. In return, you can’t help but burst with all the cool historical moments on our dimension. 

If you’re not quite ready to share it with Blanc, he’ll ask you about historical events in our dimension. Although he’d been there before, he doesn’t know a lot about it. He’s more than happy to hear you speak and won’t pressure you into talking for more than you want. To him, just your presence is enough to make his day.

Another Possibility: Zero

MLQC

Lucien

My first option was to hurl you at Kiro. Why? Because you’re a soft little introvert while he’s a plushy extrovert! Again, a super cute combination that I would mark with an A+. However, I read over your description with multiple times to ensure my introvert x extrovert trope bias wasn’t affecting your matchup. And lo and behold, it was. It didn’t take long before I realized you had a better suitor for you.  That’s right, our shady king Lucien! I swear I did not cheat and look through your blog I SWEAR

Lucien is very charismatic-- there’s something about him that draws you closer to him. Some might say he’s a walking red flag, but he has a natural charm to him. It only natural that your guard down around him.

Besides, he’s such a gentleman. Lucien is really good at reading people, so he’ll understand when you’re feeling uncomfortable or have something to say. He’ll do whatever he can to include you in the conversation. The scientist is interested in hearing your thoughts. Your quiet demeanor makes you a puzzle that he wants to solve.

Although the man is buried in his research, he’ll make time for you and your writing. Lucien notices that something you really like to talk about writing, so he makes it his unofficial duty to be your editor. Even though you’re considered about his well-being (he’s already writing millions of research papers at the expense of his sleep, should he really be editing your papers?), your favorite neuroscientist enjoys reading your latest creative pieces. It’s a productive break from all his other work.

He’s an amazing editor. Because Lucien has lots of experience writing papers, he’ll be able to help you find errors in comprehension, organization, and grammar. Additionally, he can provide you with extra information and resources if you want to write about the human body (especially the brain). However, if you ask him about the brain, Lucien will begin to ramble. While he’s super cute when he talks about his passions, he’s completely lost you within the first minute. Don’t worry though, he’ll make a simple analogy to help you understand all that mumbo-jumbo.

As I said, I’m a major fan of blushy interactions and who else would give the perfect amount of blushy interaction? Lucien teases you because he loves to watch your cheeks grow rosy pink. While you stammer and trip on your words, Lucien can’t help but let out a small chuckle. You’re so adorable to him and your embarrassment only makes you cuter.

Another Possibility: Kiro

[k4nill]

ROTTMNT Headcannons for a Friend ~ S/O being sick.

Sorry i'm damnnnn late but translating this took a me while hahaha I hope you get better soon dear!!! @turtlestanfirst.

Raph

> Calls you all the fluffiest pet names with that sweet "hey buddy" tone all the time you are sick.

> Rather visit you than having you in quarentene by Donnie on the lair (and also to have some time alone)

> Raph is most likely to pick you up for anything, so forget about being able to walk for a while.

> Tries to cook for you, but it's always the same Raph special Hot Soup™ (ramen noodles with maccaroni and spaguetti pasta, Raph is a high-cab guy) still, is warm as his heart and a delight.

> He understands how tired you must feel so he suggest soft activities (having netflix marathons of movies, a console game, board games, BUT NEVER FUCKING UNO HE WILL CRY IF YOU THROW HIM THAT +4 CARD)

> He's the one who would probably ask you if you wanted him to leave or if you want to be alone, he thinks he's too suffocating. (It is a little, but you know, he cares too much)

> Builts a pillow fortress for you and when entering he says: "you need something, your majesty?" He just treats you like royalty.

> Blast your favorite songs and sings for you in the smoothest jazzy voice. (you know his beautiful deep ass voice)

> Let's say you are so entretained you and Raph forget the time for your meds, still you take em, but like 5 hours late.

> Raph constantly talks about his family and friends. He's the one to bring up deep conversations topics (about him being the leader , not being good enough, concerned by his brothers dumbassery) and you open up as well. Raph is full of emotions and loves to be listened to and he'll do the same for you.

>His eyes become crystalline when you start coughing or when the thermometer marks a mild fever.

> He tries to clean your place. Tries, but most likely to trash it a little bit more... Just a little.

> When you told him you were sick he came rushing, didn't even think of getting sick himself, so, after you recover is most likely you have to take care of him.

> Dumb dumb also didn't tell his family where tf he was, so he made his family a little concerned.

Donnie

> Boy thinks He's Dr. House or some shit like he'll ask you all you symptoms and then he tells you with his dorky "Mr. I know all" smirk that is a rare desease that you can only adquire on the amazon rainforest like... You have a cold.

> Doesn't want to get sick (a waste of time) and definitely don't want anyone on the lair sick cuz they are DRAMATIC AF when they get sick.

> So he suits himself up with those NBC suits and ask you to stay in a (previously prepared) station in the lab, which is basically a sickbed with some comfy futons (that he stole from Leon), with a screen near for your entretainment, and tons of pillows.

> Programs Shelldon so you can have your meds on time or if you need something he can bring it to you.

> You may find a plushie in the station and ask Donnie where he got it and he'll tell you with the most monotone and uninterested tone : "Oh I took it from Leon, it was with the pillows, don't mind it, you can take it home if you want"

> YEAH THE BITCH TOTALLY FOUGHT A CAT FOR IT ON THE FUCKING DUMPSTER AND HE'S SCREAMING INTERNALLY WHEN YOU SAY: "Thanks, it's cute."

> He'll work on some project but high-key is not, he's watching you all the time, like you are watching some dank ass memes and look over to see him and he does that "thing", you know when you pretend you stare at nothing when they catch you staring at someone?

> He' wearing the suit but with any barely improvement of the symptoms he'll take it off and get closer to you cuz he misses being close to you.

> Won't allow you to be just in bed tho, he says activity is important. So he takes you out to dance to your favorite songs and his weeb songs. (Bootyyyshaker9000 entered the game)

> When you are getting ready to go to sleep, he tucks you in, gets his caffeine overdose and in your deep dream state he plugs you in a machine to continue to monitor your sickness.

> Gets sick cuz he's a dummy and took the suit to early, also not enough sleep can lower your defenses.

Leon

>Ok low-key the doctor of the family, (I live for this HC of Leon being a doctor) knows right away you are sick when you come in the lair.

> Also doesn't want you in quarentene (Damn Donnie it's not time to test that gigant quarentine snow globe protocol) so takes you to the "Neon City". (Leon's room is filled with Neon signs of all kinds.)

> Lets you use his bed, no questions and doesn't take a no for an answer. (plus his eye mask)

> In the shelfs they are these plants and miniature zen garden, rubik's cube, some origami stuff, figurines....he shows you how to take care of the plants, solve 3d puzzles, even teaching you origami (Leon is a very zen person, if he doesn't have a break from the meme lord he is he would've snapped a long time ago) and his personal favorite: sewing patches to his gigant bed sheet (he started trimming pieces of fabrics and putting em together, remember they aren't rich but resourceful) just to keep you entretained.

> But board games are next level shit, you don't want to play because Leon is a really bad loser/winner he's dumbass and will always complain.

> You two end up watching compilations of memes and vines for HOURS, until you decide is time to watch a movie, but wait its the fucking 69 movies of Jupiter Jim the only thing in the catalogue.

> But you love to reenact your favorite scenes with him, and maybe, just maybe he would let you be Captain Jim this time.

> We all know Leon is really clumsy, yet he's really gentle and soft when he wants to. He treats you the same as always (quoting shitty vines and hideous oneliners from time to time) but he tries to touch you a lot more and if you think of something it's like he already read you mind and bring you what you wanted or needed. Smooth mofo.

> Leon isn't obsessive when it's something mild (like a cold) he knows is something temporary and just want you to keep you distracted, without feeling suffocated or making you feel you can't do anything.

> But if it was something like a broken bone, beatings in general or you having a relapse in any major illness he would get depressed. He won't be as bright with you or with others, his behaivor would shift from 100 to 1 until you get better.

> In this last scenario, silently cries when people he cares about (that are in this state) are asleep, cuz he can't make them heal faster or make them feel better. His brothers snap, are agressive, are short tempered and anxious when they are in this situation, Leon just shuts down and bottles up his feelings of impotence.

>Also another dummy who gets sick, he's a pain in the ass who thinks he's gonna die soon, but give him all the attention an cuddles and he'll be a good boy.

Mikey

>Stole literally all the comfy items (plushies, futons, shelldon, Raph's hot soup) to give it to you.

> Mikey is not knowledgable in med stuff, so he often ask Leon or Donnie about your sickness but won't credit them lol.

> The entire time wears a classic halloween costume nurse hat and wears a white coat and a fake glasses with a mustache when he wants to be a doctor. (plus: makes his voice a little deeper)

> He says that the lair isn't at all like a hospital but the hospital is made by all the good will people of the personal that want to help others, so he dresses up to make you feel in one. You can't help but enjoy everytime he changes from a nurse to a doctor having their monologues about payday and gossiping about the "other" staff.

Dr. Mikey: "Dr. Saenz just told me that he's firing Barbara because he didn't bought him the right sidedish with his pizza."

Nurse Mikey: "hOW DARES BARBARA DISRESPECT DR. SAENZ ONION RINGS WITH BARBECUE SAUCE"

> And takes the game kinda far.

Dr. Mikey: "yOU INSURANCE DOESN'T COVER THIS!!!"

You: "Ok doctor what about if I make a deposit of hugs in the bank for this?"

Mikey:"O-okay!!!! I'm the bank man now!!! (Totally changed into a bank man just adding a red tie)

> Mikey won't turn down your entretainment, neither his. So he'll paint and let you paint saying is your recovery therapy.

> You would have a lot of fun but sometimes you'll feel a little ashamed to show what you did because honestly Mikey is really good, nontheless he'll will always compliment your art and keeps everysingle piece in storage (even things you think he should throw away).

> Mikey's meds skills are basically laugh therapy.

> While his brothers are calm he kinda panics and pretends everything is okay, until he trips on an imaginary banana peel or drops just one of your pills he snAPS and says he's sorry he's not a good enough nurse/doctor in the verge of tears. (Of course you later reasure him his not.)

> He's just so active but he knows you can cope with him, it's sorta frustraiting to him to lower her normal energy levels.

> Doesn't get sick, surprisingly.

[mendesnecessary]

When you’re ready - Shawn Mendes - Part.01

Word count: 2.313

A/n: This is my first here, so hope you like it. Also, it’s a cop!Shawn cause somehow I get so excited about this idea.

Summary: Y/n is a lawyer and someone break into her house at night so she had to calm down his son and call the police.

It was a nice Thursday except for the fact that the job was full of problems. Nothing new for someone who works with it.

Y/n was a lawyer, one of the bests from the city and by being the best means that she’s also the one who got more problems to solve, but somehow managed to never end up in the middle of the mess. That day was the worst cause Y/n got the hardest case, she has to defend someone who was being accused by a crime committed by a drug dealer that always come out unscathed.

When the shift ends she heads to her son’s school. Sean, Y/n’ son, was a smart 5 years boy who adores cars and cartoons. His dark brown hair was just like hers and they were so much alike, it was good since she was a single mother and have to remember her ex-husband every time she looks at the kid would hurt a little.  

“..and then we played hide and seek and I almost won!” Sean told about his day when they get home, even tho he talked all the way when she gets him in the school. He sounded extremely agitated, sure would give some trouble to sleep.

At seven o’clock Y/n was reading some court lawsuits while her little boy writes his homework on the same desk. Sean always did that, she guesses he felt like doing some kind of work as important as his mothers, there were days which he pretends to be accusing someone in court; it was pretty funny though.

The silence was they guest till y/n phones start ringing making her jump off the chair. The unknown number was not enough to make her not answer, but as silent as their living room was the call. She nods her head tired and closes the notebook.

“Baby, it’s sleep time. Let’s go?”

Sean groans clearly not wanting to sleep, he was just as energetic as early in the morning.

“Mommy, can I please just play a little?!” He gets off the chair and grabs her legs, he was that kid who had persuasive eyes. Two big green balls hanging in his face, making a perfect match with the brown hair falling in the forehead. “Can you play with me? I just finished my homework and I did not even make noise while you were working tonight.”

Y/n sighs, she knew she was working too much and Sean was not too much the kind of kid who would scream and interrupt her looking for attention, he would do exactly how he was doing: be the most dutiful baby and then ask for her to be with him when it seems that she ended up work.

That’s why sometimes she misses having his dad in the same house although they were always fighting Sean had someone to be with when she was too busy. Henry was not the best, but he loves Sean and it was hard for him to let his son go. Yet, when they were about to break up he seemed very selfish and only worried about company and meetings stuff.

“What do you wanna play?” she surrenders and he jumps in a happy celebration.  

“I need help with my Disney cars puzzle.”

She smashed his cheeks between her hands and kissed all free spots in his face while the little boy giggle. She got cookies and a big milk cup and they headed to Sean’s room.

He ran to get the puzzle and set it up in the bed. In the third well-done puzzle, Y/n was almost sleeping between his plushies. Sean concentrated in getting the fourth one done when the break noise come from the living room. She is fast to open her eyes and when she’s about to run for his son she realizes he’s right in the bed.

“what…” she stops, Sean looking confused.

“I did not come out of the room.” He defends himself.

The idea of a thief in her house made her heart panic. It was not only about her but mostly about the little boy.

She looks for her phone but it was nowhere in the room and that scares the shit out of her. Sean just watching silent and confused. Y/n walks out of the room and stops herself once she saw a guy in her kitchen, he’s wearing black clothes and types something in the phone. She made her way back to Sean’s and try to calm down.

“Baby, we are going to mom’s room but you’ll have to be very very very noiseless. Can you do that for me?”

He nods and she takes his hand, stopping in the door and opening it carefully. When she did see no one in the corridor they sneak into her door. She is fast locking it and running to her purse, she starts a 911 call with the cell phone that seconds ago was inside of the bag.

Y/n hugs Sean trying to give him some comfort that was absent in herself while the call is received.

“Police, how can I help you?”

“T-there’s…there’s a man in my house, he doesn’t know I saw him, I’m all alone with my kid and we’re locked in the bedroom.” She gave all the necessary information since she wanted to kill time and made they get as fast as possible.

She shrugged and breath as the woman on the other side ask for her address. She gives it and when the phone call ends she felt the silence eats her control out.

“Mommy, what’s happening?” Sean asks not aware of the events.

“Nothing to worry about, we just need to stay here in silence for a while…”

“Then why are you worried?” Gosh, he was such an intelligent kid.

Just when she was about to answer she hears the door in the side crack open, he was in her son’s room. That means that he would be in her’s as soon as he realizes that it was hers.

She prays for the police be faster and she can almost feel her tears when someone knocks in the door.

“Come.” she murmurs to her son walking to the bathroom door. There was the only place they could run to.

At this time he was getting stressed with the things around, he did not understand and was only a child so the tension hits him like a wrecking ball.

“Is there someone in the house?” He asks when she closes the door.

Y/n headed to her son and take a deep breath.

“My friend told once that a thief came to his house in the night, his father took the man down…” he was a really intelligent kid and nobody could say otherwise.

“I guess there’s someone, but I’m not sure, so we’re just gonna wait here, ok?”

He nodded, his nose distend for his hard attempt to keep the tears for falling down. It just hurts so bad see her son like that. He was such a brave boy.

“Mommy, I’m afraid…can you hug me?”

She takes him in her arms just when they hear the noise in the door handle from the room, like someone trying to break in.

Y/n tights her hold when she felt that the person finally got in. The bathroom light is off just like the bedroom so maybe he could think that there’s nobody home. Sean snuffle and she made a silent sign so they were not discovered.

The footsteps could almost be heard, the slamming door from her closet too and the drawers as well.

“I know you two are there!” he says out loud and she could swear she never felt that afraid.

The door handle from the bathroom where y/n and her son were hiding just starts to shake. He was trying to reach them, but somehow everything stops. The police sirens hit her ear. The footsteps get loud indicating that he was running out of cops reach.

Y/n breathe in and out as Sean holds to her neck like his life depends on that. Two knocks hit the door. “Polices here, madam. You can open the door.”

But she took some time, even tho the sirens were heard she still afraid that maybe it was wrong and he still there waiting for them to come out. It was time enough to the cop realize what was happening.

“It’s officer Mendes, can you open the door, Mrs”

She turns on the lights and finally unlocks the door, the first thing noticed was his height, he was a really tall guy you could tell. Their eyes met, that could be a warm moment if not the present situation and the afraid that still running in her veins. The officer dropped his gaze to the little boy in her arms, the question coming right before he realizes he had lost himself for some seconds.

“Is everything alright with you and the kid?”

She nods and he gave her two some space to pass. She enters the bedroom and put Sean sited in the edge of the bed so she could take her robe once the only thing covering her body was a silk camisole. Some papers were on the floor and two drawers hanging open.

She couldn’t stop from thinking about what he was looking for.

Y/n then takes Sean in her arms one more time and headed to the living room with the Mendes guy.

In her room, two other cops standing.

“We tried to catch him, but he escapes.” a very beautiful black cop said just when she sits in the sofa. “I’m officer Mccal by the way”

“Hey boy, did you saw the new police car?! Wanna go in the street see it!?” Taylor, she read in the uniform, leans closer to Sean. Y/n knew that it was question time and it would be better if he did not get to hear that.

As much as she wanted him to be prepared to live and aware of everything, he was just a child and has passed for enough stress for just one day.

Sean doesn’t even look at the officer, he hugs his mother tight and murmurs something that nobody was able to understand.

“Baby, it’s a police car, you sure you don’t wanna see it?! Mommy will let you.”

“But you’re scared, I wanna protect you.”

She smiles at her little boy.

“We’re going to be here to protect her, you can go with Taylor, Sean.” The tall one smiles and so does Y/n. Sean bites his bottom lip and then look at Taylor.

“I’ll go.”

He kissed her cheek and she pressed one in his forehead. Taylor offers his hand and Sean took it. Y/n glance at him with a look that said something like -take care of my kid or else I’ll kill you’.

Officer Mendes points at the sofa she was in and Y/n nodded letting him sit, just like Mccal does too.

“I’m Y/n.”

“I heard a lot about you…” Mccall says sympathy. “Your court cases.” He explains and you nod.

“So you think it’s something about the fact that you’re a lawyer?” Shawn asks and Y/n sighs.

“I guess no…”

“He reached you and the little boy?”

“No, he did not, you guys got here in time. I could think it was only a thief, but when he breaks in the room and tried to reach the bathroom I felt like he was looking for us actually…”

“He was not looking for money.” Officer Mendes says convinced. Y/n glances at him not wanting to spend much time looking, that could get a bit embarrassed since he had pretty brown eyes and it was easy to just stare at it. “I see that the places where he open and look were not money places, he look on the study desk of the living room and in the bedroom, there are places specifics for put jewelry and value things, but he was straight in the paper places.”

She thought to herself how he was so watcher in so little time.

“Is your husband out of town?” Mccall asks and she sighs.

“I’m divorced…”

“Is there a family house near so we can drop you, just to make sure you’re safe?” Shawn asks and she finally stops taking her time to look at him. He looks fine as hell in those uniform, they left a part of his strong arms to see and a guitar tattoo popped out.

“Actually no.”

He nods dropping his gaze to the table in the middle of the living room. Her hands shaking nervously in her lap till he puts his big one above.

“You should get some water…”

“I will”

Sean and Taylor enter the apartment and Y/n stoop up even tho she wanted to hold the officer’s hand, somehow it felt warm and safe.

“Mommy, it’s a really nice black car, just like the one in the movie!!!”

Y/n smiles.

“Sean, why don’t you took your mom to drink water?” Shawn asks with a smile on his lips, y/n felt her heart race. He had such a pretty face and it falls perfectly with the white smile. “I have another call, but Taylor will be here to make sure everything’s alright, I’m gonna send another cop as well, but drink some water and try to take some sleep.” he smiles one more time.

Y/n nod and Sean made grabby hands as they headed to the kitchen, the boy in her hip calmer than before and talking with no stop about the police car.

She drank the water and tried to tell herself that everything was going to be alright. Cops were there, they were going to solve everything and by the end discover that it was only a thief. That’s what she was praying for.

Part 02 coming soon! 

[pocket-luv101]

Summary: Licht comforts her daughter. (LawLicht, Fem Licht)

“You’re being too loud, Lichtan.” Hyde teased her as he nipped at her inner thigh. She still had the most beautiful legs he ever saw. The grin he had as he pulled away tempted her to kick him. But there were much more satisfying punishments she could think of. She grabbed his name tag and tugged him back up to kiss her.

“You’re the loud one, Demon. You should put that mouth of yours to better use than talking.” She challenged him.

“What do you have in mind?” He asked even as he began kissing her. She moaned his name and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Unfortunately, before they could do anything more, they heard frantic knocks at their bedroom door. They both let out a frustrated groan because they already knew who it was. Every night they tried to be intimate, their four year old daughter would interrupt them. Hyde sighed and then he kissed Licht’s forehead. “Damn. I need to take a cold shower. Next time, we’re going to a hotel and have Kranz babysit her.”

“The last time we tried that, she called us every half hour.” Licht reminded him. She smiled after him as she watched him walk to their ensuite bathroom. Their night was over but she wanted to enjoy the view a little longer. Once he was gone, she stood and slid on her nightgown. Lucy didn’t stop knocking until she opened the door. Licht couldn’t help but think she inherited her father’s stubbornness. She would always call her daughter a pure angel though.

Licht softly smiled down at her young daughter. She knelt down and asked, “What are you doing up so late, Lucy? Did you have a nightmare?”

“I want to sleep with Mom!” Lucy didn’t wait for her answer before she slipped around her and walked into the room. It was a little difficult for her to climb onto the bed with her short legs so Licht helped her up. She tucked the blanket around Lucy before she laid down next to her. Gently, she rubbed her stomach to soothe her to sleep. Lucy rolled closer to her side and Licht circled her arms around her.

“Do you want a lullaby, Lucy?” Licht whispered and she shook her head in answer. She didn’t mind her daughter interrupting them but she was worried about how frequently she was waking up in the middle of the night. She brushed her blonde hair from her face. “Are you having bad dreams? If something is bothering you, you need to tell Mom. Angels should tell other angels the truth.”

“… Angels have a duty to protect others.” Lucy’s vague answer puzzled Licht. She sat up and turned on the lamp next to the bed. With the light, she could see that her little brows were drawn together. Licht didn’t know what imaginary monster was haunting her daughter but she would do everything she could to reassure and protect her.

When she kissed her furrowed brows, Lucy reached up and touched the hickey on Licht’s neck. “Dad bite Mom again? Lucy will sleep here and protect Mom.”

“Dear lord,” Licht muttered to herself. She realized that Lucy must’ve thought that they were fighting whenever she overheard them having sex. They were often rough with each other in bed. She doubted she could tell her young daughter that though. After thinking it over, she said: “We were just playing an adult game. Dad wasn’t hurting me. He would never do that.”

“But you kept yelling his name.” She frowned up at her.

“That’s because he started to cheat when I was winning. Your dad doesn’t play fair.” Licht’s lips curved into a grin despite herself. A blush also rose onto her cheeks without her knowing. The fire Hyde ignited in her never died and it only burned brighter after everything they’ve been through. “Dad’s a reformed demon. He is strong but he only uses his strength to protect angels like us. Has he ever hurt you?”

“No,” Lucy shook her head.

“Dad gives you a lot of hugs and he spoils you with presents. Some fathers are bad but you have a very caring dad. We both love you.”

Licht wrapped the blanket around them and she kissed Lucy’s hair. Her tiny body relaxed and nestled against her. She was glad that they were able to clear up the misunderstanding. There was still one more thing that was on Licht’s mind. Why did Lucy assume that they were fighting? She and Hyde agreed to not fight in front of their daughter and Lucy had never once seen them argue.

What if she learned it somewhere else? Licht had to voice her question. “You’re a wonderful, little angel but you’re still an angel in training. The only angel duty you have is to tell us when a demon is hurting you. Mom and Dad will protect you.”

“Rose’s father hits her mother. I saw him make her cry. He made me promise not to tell anyone or else Rose will have to leave. He’s a scary demon.” Lucy whispered secretively. Licht’s hand stilled on her hair as rage boiled in her. Last week, she let Lucy have a sleepover at her friend’s home. That was likely when she saw the fight. She was furious at the father.

“I need to get something but I’ll be right back, Lucy. It’s time for you to go to sleep.” After she gave her daughter the instruction, Licht climbed off the bed. She walked into her closet and changed. She left the room but she quickly came back with stuff animals and books in her arms. Licht sat next to Lucy on the bed and arranged the plushies around her. She also handed a book to Lucy.

“When Dad comes out of the shower, tell him to read you a story. He should be out soon but Mr. Bear will keep you company until then. Be a good angel and stay right here. You don’t need to worry about a thing, Lucy. Mom’s an angel and she’ll make this right.”

“What are you going to do?” The worry in Lucy’s blue eyes returned. She guessed that she was concerned for her friend. Licht squeezed her hand reassuringly.

“Mom will talk with Rose and her mother and invite them to stay at our house for a slumber party.” Licht told her softly. She knew that the tone she would use towards the father would be much different. As an angel, she couldn’t sit idly by when she knew that someone was in danger— especially if that demon scared her daughter. She hid the anger she felt and tenderly stroked her hair. “I love you, Sweetheart.”

Licht kissed her forehead again before she stood. She knocked on the bathroom and called to Hyde through the door. “I’m going out. Take care of Lucy until I get back.”

“Wait, where are you going?” He only heard their bedroom door close and he became more confused. Hyde knew that she wouldn’t leave Lucy so suddenly without a reason. He quickly dried himself and rushed to put on his clothes. Once he was done, he walked out of the bathroom to chase after her. When he passed the bed, he felt a hard book hit the back of his head. He groaned and turned towards Lucy.

“Mom said you have to read me a story.” Lucy pointed to the book that now laid at his feet. He looked between the book and the door as he debated what he should do. He wanted to go after his wife. No matter how confused he was by Licht’s behaviour, he trusted her. So, he picked up the book and went to their daughter. He found a space among the giant plushies and opened the book.

Lucy climbed over the huge teddy bear and sat next to him. He had felt that his daughter had been a little distant lately so he was happy to see that she was no longer pulling away from him. Hyde adjusted the blanket around her so she would be comfortable and warm. “Before we continue with Sherlock’s latest adventure, can you to tell me where Mom is going so suddenly?”

“Rose’s house. I think Mom is going to angel kick her father.” She answered and she went on to tell him about their earlier conversion. He nodded along with her story to hide how he truly felt. How could he let his daughter witness something like that? Even though he couldn’t have known at the time, he still felt guilty. He wanted to keep his daughter as far from violence as possible.

He wished he could go with Licht and punish the man. Hyde kept those thoughts from showing though. He knew that Licht was strong and she could take care of herself. Lucy needed him now so he flipped to the bookmarked page. “Your mom is a wonderful angel. She still has a strong sense of justice. I’m sure you’ll grow up to be a strong angel too.”

“Angels need to correct demons. Dad is a good demon. But no more cheating for you or else you’ll turn into a bad demon and you’ll have to sleep on the couch. Mom told me you cheat in games.” Lucy appeared very serious as she lectured him. He had to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing because he didn’t want to upset her. “Dad has to play nice with Mom.”

“So, Mom said we were playing a game before you came in?” Hyde chuckled. He couldn’t correct her so he said, “I won’t cheat anymore and, the next time we play, I’ll let Mom win. I still have a lot of fun when she’s on top. Maybe, at the end of our game, Mom and I will make a little brother for you.”

Lucy thought over his offer but she had to shake her head. “Nope. I don’t want a little brother or else I’ll have to share Mom more. You steal all her angel hugs already!”

He burst into laughter and hugged Lucy. “We’re a family full of greedy angels, aren’t we?”

[staytheb]

Dance Partner

Pairing: SKZ’s Hyunjin x OC [Chaewon] Genre: school!au, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 3,082 Summary: Chaewon doesn’t have the guts to confess to Hyunjin, but that doesn’t stop her step-brother, Minho, from interfering.

Warning: none... i think. lol

i actually like this one a lot. not sure why, but i think it’s just because of Minho as a bro and Hyunjin being skilled at dancing. anyways, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

revised. 9.10.20

Chaewon was watching through the small window of the door into the dance room where Hyunjin was practicing his choreography for the dance final. She was so entranced by his dance skills that she didn't noticed the person creeping up beside her.

"So when are you going to tell him about your little crush, Chaewon?" Minho asked causing Chaewon to jerked away from her step-brother's sudden appearance.

"Sheesh, Minho. Don't do that." Chaewon calmed down her beating heart with one hand while using the other hand to smack the laughing boy. "I dislike when you do that. You're such a brat."

Minho didn't flinch from her attack as he brushed her off along with her words while his eyes peered through the rectangular window at his friend before glancing at his step-sister. "You do know that Hyunjin likes you, too, right?"

Chaewon rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. He and I barely interact nor do we have the same dance class. There's no way he would like someone like me."

"You do know that you're just as good of a dancer as the others, right?"

"Don't praise me. I know I suck." Chaewon laughed before casting her eyes at Minho. "Thanks though."

"There's a reason on why I'm the big brother. So it's my job."

"By like three weeks. We're basically the same age."

"Yeah, but I'm older one by three weeks, Chaewon."

"You're so dumb, Minho."

Chaewon elbowed him as Minho shied away from her attack with a laugh before glancing at Hyunjin again while a mischievous thought popped into his head.

"Hey, I just had a great idea."

"No it's not." Chaewon disagreed even though she didn't know what it was.

"I haven't even told you yet."

"Your ideas are never that great unless it's dance related."

"Okay, true. I was going to tell you, but now I won't."

"Don't care."

"Okay, good. Just watch it all unfold then."

Before Chaewon could even process what Minho meant or even access the situation her eyes widened when Minho suddenly opened the door to the dance room and entered inside to talk to Hyunjin. She was about to follow after her step-brother when rationally kicked in and she instead shut the door quietly and leaned against it. Chaewon wondered what he was up to as Hyunjin momentarily stopped in mid-routine when Minho called out his name.

She watched as Minho happily spoke with Hyunjin as her mind raced with all types of scenarios that could have occurred between the two. What she didn't expect was to see Hyunjin looked over in her direction a moment later and she freaked out once they made eye-contact. Chaewon shuffled out of the way as her heart raced upon the slight interaction before running off a second later to calm down her nerves and probably escaped any situation that Minho might have set up.

Chaewon found herself at the school's cafeteria where it was still crowded and let out a breath of relief upon seeing the horde of bodies in the building.

"I should be good in here where they wouldn't spot me so easily." Chaewon smiled to herself as she browsed around in what she wanted to eat.

While scanning the menu items she heard her name being called from behind her. Chaewon froze in her spot and felt dread creep up on her that Minho and probably Hyunjin had noticed her. So when Jeongin popped up beside her instead she let out another breath of relief.

"Ah, it's just you." Chaewon muttered to herself while letting her breathing return to normal.

"Are you okay?" Jeongin asked noticing how relaxed she looked after releasing a breath. "Seems like you were tensed there for a moment."

"I just thought you were someone else that I didn't want to see right now, Jeongin." Chaewon admitted with a sheepish laugh. "So what's up? I thought you were still holed up about that whole nursery school thing?"

"Oh that. It went smoothly once Mr. Ahn realized that I had too much hours at the nursery and so gave it to me as extra, extra credit."

"Wow. So that boosted up your grade. Lucky."

"Hey, you could have to, but you decided to do that clerical work at the dentist office."

"Which is honestly super easy, but seriously hella boring."

"I see. So what are you getting to eat?" Jeongin asked changing the topic. "You think you can spot me today?"

"I spot you like everyday. Where does your money go?"

"I've been into clothes shopping lately and buying stuff online."

"Wow, figures. You gotta stop hanging out with Changbin and Jisung." Chaewon stated with a roll of her eyes, but nodded in the end with a pointed look at her friend. "Fine, but if you turn into a super shopaholic, please do not bug me to feed you."

"You're the best, Chaewon! Thank you!" Jeongin thanked her as he gave her a hug and she just patted his back with a nod. "Yeah, yeah. Of course I am."

Just then Chaewon felt someone grab onto her arm and pressed themselves against her. She jerked away from the person believing it to be Minho until she saw that it was her friend, Jyongri, looking around cautiously instead. She glanced at Jeongin who just shrugged his shoulders.

"What's up?" Chaewon finally asked the other female who glanced at her before glancing around again. "Um, I'm just hiding."

"From who?" Jeongin asked as Jyongri smiled nervously. "Well, I may have stolen Chan's sausages and cheese sticks and given them to Felix to eat."

Chaewon raised an amused eyebrow. "Why would you do that?"

"Something about a free penguin plushie may have been a reward if I did so." Jyongri chuckled while holding up a large plush doll of a blue penguin.

"How did we not noticed that?" Jeongin asked while petting the soft stuffed animal. "Whaa, he's super soft."

Jyongri agreed with a smile as she petted the plush doll, too. "I know right. He's the softest stuffed animal I have ever held."

"So why are you hiding behind me then?" Chaewon asked a second later ignoring the plush doll.

"Um, well, Chan found out it was me and now he's looking for me."

"How did he find out it was you?" Jeongin asked while still petting the stuffed doll.

"Seungmin let it slipped when he was showing us his photography portfolio and explaining the stories behind each one." Jyongri explained before sighing. "Chan just had to come at that time to hear that one story and now I'm busted."

"When did you steal his food for Felix?" Jeongin asked another question.

"This whole school year." She laughed as Chaewon shook her head. "So it was you this whole time?"

"Basically, but hey, it was worth it for this cutie." Jyongri grinned while hugging the penguin plush close to her.

"Well, good luck to you, Jyongri." Chaewon wished as she pat her friend's hand. "You're definitely going to need it."

"Why?" Jyongri asked with a puzzled look before glancing over her shoulder when Chaewon pointed behind her. "He just spotted you."

"Ah, shit. I knew the cafeteria would be the first place I'd run to in my panicked state. Anyways, I'll see y'all at Jeongin's house for our English project. Later!" Jyongri bid them goodbye before dashing off although she picked up pace when she heard Chan yelled her name from behind her.

Jeongin and Chaewon watched as Chan zoomed right past them with a quick way and after Jyongri after doing so.

"She may eventually out run Chan if she's smart enough to hide her tracks." Jeongin commented as Chaewon shook her head with a laugh. "She might not because her backpack is totally filled with the books for our project and it's gonna slow her down."

"Then I'm going to assume she won't make it to our group session today."

"Nope. It'll just be me and you instead."

"You two instead for what?" Minho suddenly asked as he and Hyunjin joined the duo at the cafeteria.

Chaewon quietly sighed knowing she couldn't escape now while Jeongin didn't noticed and smiled at the duo.

"Hey Minho. Hey, Hyunjin." Jeongin greeted the duo as they greeted him back while Minho repeated his question.

"Oh, me and Chaewon are going to study after school today for our English project." Jeongin answered.

"Is that so?" Minho questioned with a look in Chaewon's direction. "I thought there was something else that you had to do after school today, Chaewon?"

Despite having sighed in defeat earlier she was now panicking on the inside upon seeing her crush right there when she was trying to avoid him, but she coolly answered Minho with a steady tone. "What something else did I have to do after school today, Minho?"

"Don't you member that you had to visit Mr. Zhang to talk about who was going to be your dance partner for the final?" Minho reminded her as Chaewon shook her head with a confused expression. "Um, I don't think so. Where did you hear that from?"

"Oh, well, Hyunjin mentioned it to me just now. Didn't you?" Minho asked while turning his attention onto the other male as Hyunjin nodded. "Oh, yeah. Mr. Zhang announced it during class today since we'll be able to pair up with other dancers from difference classes."

Chaewon tried to recall if the teacher did in her class, but nothing came to mind. "I really don't remember that part at all. Are you sure?"

"Positive." Hyunjin confirmed with a nod.

"But Felix or Eric or the others didn't mentioned it to me though." Chaewon frowned as she tried to recall, but nothing came to mind.

Minho smiled at her before his expression turned to one of concern. "You better go check with Hyunjin to make sure about it, Chaewon. Or you're gonna fail and have to take the course all over again during summer holidays."

"No way!" Chaewon answered with a shocked look. "Jyongri and I have plans to go to Jeju and hang out at her aunt's boyfriend's villa for a whole two weeks."

"Well, then you better make sure that you'll be able to go." Minho said with his continued feign concerned tone while casually bringing an arm around her shoulder and guiding her closer to Hyunjin in the process. "You guys should go do that now."

Chaewon hesitated as she looked at Hyunjin awkwardly as he shot her a friendly smile. "C'mon. Chaewon. It shouldn't take that long."

"Okay, I guess." She replied in a soft tone while cautiously following after him as he led the way.

"But what about my food?" Jeongin asked towards the duo's retreating backs as Minho glanced over at him. "I'll buy you food for the rest of the week if you cancel your study session with Chaewon today."

"Deal." Jeongin grinned before shooting a thumb over his shoulder. "So for the rest of the week I want knife noodles and fresh kimchi."

The walk was quiet, but not as awkward as Chaewon had thought it would be. Just mindlessly following Hyunjin, she didn't noticed that he had led her back to the dance room he was practicing in earlier. When Hyunjin opened the door for Chaewon and when she stepped inside did she realized where they were.

"Why are we here?" Chaewon asked turning around to face Hyunjin as he closed the door behind them with a smile. "To talk about the dance final."

"But I thought we were supposed to meet up with Mr. Zhang? Is he gonna come here instead?"

"How about we do some stretches first?" Hyunjin suggested instead of answering her question with a tilt of his head in a cute manner.

Chaewon wasn't sure how to answer as she watched Hyunjin make his way over to the sound system and brought out his phone to play a warm-up song.

When Crush's Hug Me began to play, Chaewon shot Hyunjin an amused look. "You wanna warm up to this?"

"Why not? It's a good song."

"I know. It's one of my favorites."

"Is it now?" Hyunjin asked with a small smile while stretching his limbs and moving about the room. "Glad I made a good choice then."

Chaewon nodded slowly as she set her bag on the floor and joined him on doing the stretches because she felt awkward in just watching Hyunjin being the only one stretching. Hyunjin smiled once more when he saw Chaewon warm-up along with him and she shot him one of her own. Not speaking and only stretching, the duo enjoyed the other's presence as Crush's song filled up the space between them.

"So who's gonna be your partner for the dance final?" Chaewon asked a moment later initiating conversation.

"I don't have one." Hyunjin answered nonchalantly.

"Really?" Chaewon asked in surprised. "I thought you would have paired up with Momo, Sana, or Mina by now? Or even with Yugyeom or Minho."

"I didn't want to pair up with them. I wanted to pair up with someone else."

"Oh, I see."

"What about you?" Hyunjin asked as Chaewon gave him a weird look. "What about me?"

"Who do you want as your dance partner?"

"Hmm," Chaewon hummed while thinking about it, "Maybe with Felix?"

Hyunjin's smiled dimmed a bit, but he kept his cool. "Oh, really? Why Felix?"

"Well, Felix and I've been talking about pairing up if there was a chance to work with another class since the beginning of the year, but I always thought our dance final was an individual thing, so I dunno."

"There's no else you wanna pair up with?"

"Hmm, well there's Hyunjoon, Changmin, and Eric as well." Chaewon mentioned. "We've been friends for a long time and I always looked for one of them since I have the same class with them."

Chaewon missed the way Hyunjin's face scrunched in annoyance as she was too busy stretching her right arm across her chest to the left. By now the song had changed to Dean's I'm Not Sorry and Chaewon was softly singing along with it as she felt comfortable compare to earlier.

"How about we dance now?" Hyunjin suggested as he quickly made his way over to his phone to changed the song.

"Dance?" Chaewon slightly panicked as she stopped singing and stretching while looking around the room. "Um, what about Mr. Zhang?"

"He's not coming." Hyunjin answered as Bruno Mars' Finesse began to play.

"What do you mean?"

"He never mentioned the dance partner thing in class today. It's an individual one."

"Then why ar-" Chaewon stopped in mid-sentence upon realizing what was going on and looked over at Hyunjin. "Is this Minho's doing?"

"Part of it was." Hyunjin casually answered her question as he began moving his body to the beat while making his way over to Chaewon with a smile. "The other part was mine."

Chaewon watched Hyunjin suspiciously as he moved closer to her. "Do you know something that I don't know?"

"Probably." Hyunjin chuckled before stopping in front of her and holding out an offered hand. "Now, Chaewon, how about that dance?"

"Honestly, Hyunjin, I suck at dancing. Sorry to disappoint you." Chaewon admitted with a laugh.

Hyunjin's hand dropped to his side as he cast her a puzzled look. "Then why did you sign up for dance?"

"Because Minho changed my elective at the last minute when I was turning it in and got me stuck in dance."

"What was it supposed to be?"

"I was supposed to help run 3RACHA with Jyongri for marketing credits."

Hyunjin let out a laugh. "Why would Minho do that?"

"Um, let's just say that I may have gotten him stuck on a ride involving heights for at least an hour or something during last summer's holidays."

"Oh, what a sight. Wished I was there to have witnessed that."

"It should be floating around somewhere."

"Anyways, why didn't you change it when you found out?"

"Too lazy." Chaewon admitted with an embarrassed laugh. "And it was already too late by the time I tried to switch it."

"Well, I'm glad that Minho changed it."

"Why would you be glad about that?"

Hyunjin smiled at her before answering her question. "Let's just say that I like you, Chaewon."

"Why would you say something like that?" Chaewon asked not believing him.

"Because I like you." Hyunjin confessed to her honestly.

Chaewon brushed his confession off as a joke with a laugh. "Yeah, right, Hyunjin. Did Minho tell you to do that, too?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, I see." Chaewon said in a neutral tone as she frown upon hearing his answer. "I'm just gonna go then. Jeongin and I have a project to work on."

Chaewon quickly picked up her bag, was about to leave the classroom when Hyunjin reached out to stop her by grasping her upper arm, and she turrned to face him with an annoyed look. Music was still playing in the background, yet it didn't fit the mood between the two at the moment.

"Wait, Chaewon. I didn't mean it like that."

"Then how was it supposed to mean, Hyunjin?"

"Yes, Minho told me to tell you that, but it was meant that I should confess to you, too, since he told me that you also liked me."

"Is that what he told you when he interrupted your dance practicing earlier?"

"Yeah and why I glanced at the door and saw you looking through it before disappearing."

Hyunjin released his hold on Chaewon as she tentatively took a step back while adjusting her backpack onto her back.

"Yeah, well, Minho's a brat, but I guess his idea this time around wasn't a total disaster." She admitted with a small laugh.

"Good." Hyunjin said with a grin. "Because I'm still waiting to hear those special words, too."

"What words?"

"Your confession that you like me, too."

"Oh, really? I thought Minho already said it to you."

"No. I want to hear it personally coming from you."

Chaewon suddenly became shy and flustered when hearing that from Hyunjin who by this time moved himself closer while waiting.

"Okay, Hyunjin. I like you, too." Chaewon confessed as Hyunjin's face broke out into the biggest grin ever and he suddenly enveloped her into a hug.

"Wait, wait. Hyunjin!" Chaewon squealed when Hyunjin suddenly twirl the both of them around happily as he moved their bodies to the beat of Crush's Cereal.

[thethrillof]

random tb headcanons (some of which i’ve probs said before but idr if here or on other blogs or solely with other people and they were years ago anyway so whatever)

barbara has a bit of a crush on detective yin.

alfred and lucius are basically completely nocturnal by now. they mostly sleep through the afternoons if there’s no charity events or late evening meetings planned.

ethan eventually works out the whole bruce=batman thing--through robin. he liked the kid when they first met in costume, and then while dick is good he’s not good enough to keep his identities as separate as bruce/batman does once ethan actually gets to visit wayne manor again.

man-bat is pretty bright, but a mixture of high-running instinct and being unable to actually hear most of what humans are saying (as well as ofc not being able to speak himself) make him seem far less intelligent than langstrom.

francis grey is a better man than he once was, but he def uses his time abilities to give him the edge in playing poker or the like. 

gorman is not a fan of riddles or puzzles in the least anymore, but he still completes every one in the newspaper. it’s sort of a ritual. and ofc practice just in case eddie goes after him again.

kirk used to be closer with his family. his niece carly has a small collection of plushie bats he gave her when she was tiny.

riddler technically succeeded in his main plan in his debut ep. while he got caught and arrested, he did manage to make a backup of the data he stole. he didn’t get every single thing he wanted, but the tech specs he got definitely helped him out during the night and the city ep.

after he’s cured, ethan still tries to use his powers out of habit. one of his bigger and unexpected issues is actually just trying to pick things up by putting his hand on it and expecting whatever it is to stick.

mr. freeze is so obsessed with diamonds that he’ll rip other jewelry apart to replace anything else (like rubies or pearls) with them instead. despite the fact he’s probably not actually going to wear, say, a bejeweled tiara.

edward could never really let his anger loose at home when he was a kid without risking his father’s wrath, so he turned his temper on himself, usually through biting his own arms enough to either bruise or bleed.

batgirl has quite a few hideaways throughout gotham. bruce knows about most of them. he thinks he knows about all of them.

(feel free to toss questions or prompts into my askbox if you’re interested in any more/specifics~)