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FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS | LEE MINHO

PART NINE -> epilogue (6k words)

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"JEONGIN!"

There's moments in life when you're genuinely terrified. Like when you used to get called on from your scariest teacher with no clue what the answer to the question was. Or when you wake up in the middle of the night after hearing a loud noise and can't move a muscle for hours afterwards.

Now is one of those instances. You feel yourself practically jump out your skin when you hear Seungmin screech the younger boys name, taking your sunglasses off of your face instantly to catch a glimpse of the commotion.

How naive of you to expect a relaxing, stress relieving getaway with your friends. How naive indeed.

"You've crossed the line this time, kiddo," Seungmin seethes, traipsing round the decking in search of his target. "Where the hell is he?"

"Fuck me if I know," you say lazily, placing your sunglasses back on your face and settling yourself into your sun lounger again. You and Hyunjin had an ongoing competition to see who could get the best tan over the course of your week long holiday, and you'd be damned to waste precious sunbathing time whilst he was at the shops to get breakfast for everyone.

"Gross, don't say that," Seungmin grimaces, chucking you a bottle. "You're burning up, idiot."

You scoff, pulling your sunglasses off for the second time of the morning and dumping them beside you. "Am I really?"

"Yes," Seungmin responds, placing his hands on the railing that oversees the beach you were staying at, looking out to catch a glimpse of Jeongin before giving up and practically falling on top of the lounger beside you. "Unless the aim of the competition you've got with Hyunjin is to see who can look the most like a lobster by the end of the week, I'd lather up."

You sigh, picking up the bottle he'd handed you and rubbing the sunscreen into your arms and chest. "Why are you so mad at Jeongin, anyway?" You ask him, intrigued as to what had interrupted your morning detox. "And why did you think he'd be here?"

"He's a dumbass," Seungmin says, kicking his feet up on the sun lounger as if that explains anything. "And I thought he might be here since you're the only other person still at the resort."

"Everyone's gone?" You ask, closing the lid to the bottle and chucking it into the shade.

"Felix, Chan and Changbin went down to the sea front whilst Minho, Hyunjin and Jisung were at the shops. Jeongin must have gone with them," Seungmin explains, shaking his head. "I'm seriously going to kill him when I find him again."

"I swear if you don't explain what he's done, I'm taking your name off of the lease," you say, throwing him a side glance as you settle back into a comfortable position.

"You can't do that," he mocks, as if you would ever actually take his name off of the lease to your new apartment. You'd just signed it two weeks ago, with Hyunjin and Felix too. It had been stressful trying to find accommodation for your final year of uni, as you weren't entitled to on campus accommodation in fourth year. When Seungmin brought the idea of sharing an apartment close to campus with Hyunjin and Felix to you, it had been an obvious yes.

Sure, living with three boys was probably going to be a nightmare, but you'd just lived with Seungmin for a year and he'd practically kept you afloat, so no matter how messy Felix was or how late Hyunjin stayed up, you figured you could handle it.

"He left my flip flops outside in the scorching sun yesterday," he finally says, offering you an explanation. "I specifically told him not to, because I'd seen online that the brand can partially melt in extreme heat - and who would have guessed? I now have a pile of goo on the ground."

You can't stifle your laugh, giggling openly. It was just such a classic Jeongin move you'd come to realise. He was nothing short of a little shit when he wanted to be. "They can't be a very good brand if they melt in the sun."

Seungmin scoffs. "They weren't made for over 40°c heat. Plus, I may or may not have bought them from a dodgy website," he complains, though you know he's over exaggerating. You could put money on the fact his flip flops were only slightly damaged. "He knows exactly what he's done as well. He'd written an, 'I'm sorry, Seungmin' note right on top of the goo pile for me to wake up to this morning."

You laugh openly this time, shaking your head at your friends actions. "Unsurprising."

Seungmin hums. "Yeah, I'll get my revenge at some point," he assures you, turning to give you an evil grin. "He's gonna hate choosing me as a roommate for this trip, I swear."

The resort you were staying in abroad, found by Chan (of course, as the self proclaimed 'dad' of your friend group), had large apartment like rooms that joined together and allowed you a private stretch of gorgeous white sand beach. Each room had a balcony area overlooking the beach, which you were currently taking full advantage of.

"I thought you chose Jeongin as a roommate?" You ask, turning on your side to properly face your friend.

"Jeongin is the least gross out of everyone," Seungmin answers with a grimace. "Other than you, of course. But you're rooming with your lovey dovey -"

He doesn't get to finish his taunt, as the front door to your room flies open. "Honey, I'm home!" Minho shouts, walking through the slide doors onto the balcony. His flip flops patter against the decking before he flops down onto the edge of your sun lounger.

"You're not trying to steal my girlfriend, are you Seungmo?" Minho questions, tilting his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose.

"It wasn't funny the first time you said it, and it's still not funny now," Seungmin responds, making Minho chuckle. Since Minho had popped the big question a couple months ago, he hadn't shut up about you being his girlfriend. His friends, that had now easily become your best friends, were constantly telling him to shut up, especially Seungmin since he spent the most time with you.

"Boo hoo," Minho says lazily, moving himself on your lounger so he was nestled comfortably in between your legs.

"What did you get from the store?" You ask him as he lays his head on your chest.

"Some meat and stuff so we can have a barbecue tonight," he responds. "Snacks, alcohol - some tampons for you."

"TMI," Seungmin winces, though you knew he was only doing it for show in front of Minho. You'd spent a year living with him and he couldn't care less about your period.

"A woman's menstrual cycle is natural," Minho mocks, laughing when Seungmin puts his fingers in his ears.

"Shut up, Jesus," you groan. It was bad enough you'd had to go on holiday while you were at the end of your period, especially in a group of guys, but your boyfriend felt the need to show how 'cool' he was about it in front of your friends, which made him decidedly uncool.

"Anyway," Seungmin says, attempting to stray the conversation away from your menstrual cycle. "What's Hyunjin and Ji up to now?"

"Said they were dumping their shit in their room and meeting the other guys at the beach for the day," Minho explains, stretching his limbs as he looks up at you. "Thought we could join them?"

You him, nodding. "Yeah, sounds good. Seungmin?"

"I'll need to borrow a pair of your flip flops, Minho," he says, and you take that statement as a form of agreement. "Jeongin has decimated mine."

Minho chuckles, pulling himself up from off your chest to sit at the edge of your lounger again. "Fine by me. There's a spare pair sitting on top of my suitcase."

Seungmin grins, getting up to put on Minho's flip flops. "I'm gonna go get changed into swim shorts, I'll get you guys down there?"

"Aye aye, captain," Minho responds, shouting through as Seungmin walks out your room, leaving you and Minho alone on the balcony.

He bends down towards you, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips. "Hi."

You giggle at him, using your hand to shield your eyes from the sun as you look at him, pulling your knees up to your chest. "Hi. Thanks for the tampons, by the way. I forgot to ask for them."

"Yeah, I figured you'd forgotten," he replies lazily, tapping your knees with his fingers. "Not a problem for the best boyfriend ever."

You chuckle at him, shaking your head. Minho had voiced his concerns about not being able to be enough for you, as he'd never been in a proper relationship before, but you'd assured him you'd be able to work at it together. And here you were, happier than you'd been in a long time.

"You look pretty," Minho states outwardly, and you smile knowing he means it. You'd come to realise he didn't give out compliments easily, so when he did it made your heart melt. "Last I saw you, you were a zombie in bed."

"Yeah, well, we were up late last night," you say, which makes Minho snicker. You whack him on the arm. "Don't be crude."

"Says you!" He laughs, grabbing your hand to stop you from whacking him again. You take a second to eye him up - shirtless, in just a pair of swim shorts and flip flops, you thought about how lucky you were that your boyfriend was perhaps the hottest man on the planet.

"Stop eye fucking me," he says slyly, narrowing his eyes at you.

"I'm not eye fucking you," you counter, crossing your arms. That turns out to be a mistake, when Minho's eyes go straight to your boobs.

"You know," he starts lowly, moving closer to you to push a strand of hair behind your ear. "We haven't countered period sex yet, but if you -"

You don't even need to whack him for that one, because he gets hit in the face with a blow up beach ball. Cackling, you catch a glimpse of the perpetrator.

"Get a room!" Hyunjin shouts, laughing maniacally as his bleach blonde hair flies out around him, and you just know Minho's going to kill him for that.

"We have a room!" Minho shouts back, throwing the beach ball back to Hyunjin which he catches, walking up to your balcony from the beach, shirtless and dripping wet. You assume he's already been in the sea.

"Maybe use it?" He says cheekily, and you roll your eyes. "We're gonna play volleyball, get your asses out here."

"I refuse," you say, throwing your hands up with wide eyes. "Not after last time."

Hyunjin giggles, remembering your game on the first day you'd arrived, and how your bikini top had come undone whilst you tried to save the ball. That was not one of your finest moments.

"You can be umpire," he says, tilting his head. You look towards Minho who shrugs, so you turn back to Hyunjin and nod.

"Fine," you say in defeat, standing up off your sun lounger and grabbing your phone and the keys to your room, so you can lock the front and sliding doors and jump the barrier of your balcony onto the beach.

The boys are all round the corner from your balcony, their towels laid out on the sand with some beach umbrellas propped up. Jeongin and Felix are chasing each other up and down the coastline with water guns, whilst Jisung and Seungmin are sprawled lazily out on their towels, taking refuge under the umbrellas from the blazing sunshine. Chan and Changbin are setting up the volleyball net.

As you, Hyunjin and Minho walk towards them, Felix and Jeongin abandon their fight, dropping the water guns by the boys feet.

"Didn't think you'd want to play after last time," Felix says breathlessly, giving you a cheeky grin when you hit him with your beach towel.

"We collectively agreed to never speak about it again," you seethed, listening to the other boys snickers. You choose to ignore Minho's smirk. "Besides, I'm reffing, and your teams already in the minus points."

"Why?" Felix groans, pouting at you.

"Attitude and bad behaviour. Ref rules," you throw back, placing your beach towel down and making yourself comfortable. Minho bends down to give you a peck, ignoring the guys cries of PDA and Jeongin covering his eyes before he calls team captain and the boys split up into two groups. Minho calls the second team captain and gets first pick, choosing Chan instantly.

They were unsurprisingly competitive, as you'd come to find out. If their beer pong tournaments were anything to go by, their volleyball games were even worse. You'd had to settle a multitude of arguments by half time alone - Jisung claiming Changbin was using foul play and Seungmin purposefully making the other team laugh to lose their attention.

Minho's team won in the end, which you could have seen coming from a mile away, since Chan practically carried any team he was on in terms of sports games. By sunset, half the guys had left to shower and the other half were setting up the barbecue, leaving you and Minho alone by the beachfront.

You watch the tide slowly make its way in and out again, the sound calming as Minho lay reading beside you. He's motionless, save from the periodic turn of the page of his book and his thumb swiping over your thigh when he found a comfortable position to hold his book with one hand.

The sun was slowly starting to set, the orange and pink hues of the sky mixing together like paint on a palette. When Minho turns the page to his book again, you pull your sunglasses off of the bridge of your nose to study him.

"What you reading?" You ask him, and he seems to finish the last sentence before looking over to you.

"A book," he says slyly, keeping his thumb in the middle of it but closing it over to look at you. He probs himself up on one arm.

"Oh yeah? Though it was an oven mitt," you reply sarcastically, rolling your eyes.

Minho raises an eyebrow at you. "Oven mitt?"

"First thing I thought of," you shrug, lowering yourself so that your lying flat on your back, closer to him. He looks down at you with a half smile. "But really, what book is it?"

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes as one hand pushes his dusty brown hair out his face, turning the cover of his book around to show you.

"How to deal with rude people with a smile," you read the title aloud as your eyes scan the front cover. "Is this a step by step guide?"

Minho chuckles, shaking his head as he pretends to snatch the book away from you. "No - if you must know, it's one of my favourites, and I'm rereading it and annotating it so I can give it to you."

You blink a couple times at his words, not really comprehending what he was saying. "You're going to gift it to me after you've annotated it?"

"Yeah," he replies, and you watch his ears tinge red - his tell. "After everything that happened with your ex and Sooyun, I just...I dunno. I read this when I needed to, and I thought you could benefit from it as well."

Minho will never let you live it down if you cry in front of him about this, claiming his superiority from his heartfelt gift, so you force a brave face. A smile comes naturally to you at the kind gesture.

"I love you so much, did you know," you say easily, shaking your head almost in disbelief. Minho had opened up to you more than you'd ever thought he would after making your relationship official. He told you about his family; his parents who he loved but did not spend a lot of time with due to them frowning upon his decision to drop his medical degree to pursue dance, how his cats meant everything to him and more...

This just felt as though he was sharing another little part of himself with you.

"What about you, then?" He says, unable to take the compliment without getting somewhat flustered as per usual. "You were reading something earlier in the week."

You hum, turning and digging the book out of your beach bag. You gently throw it onto his lap, watching as he inspects it like you had done his before handing it back to you.

"A poem book?" He says curiously. "'A mouthful of forevers'. Any good?"

"I love it. I've never been a big poem fan but this book...I dunno, her poems really speak to me."

"Okay you freak, read me one," he says blatantly, lying down flat on his back like you and crossing his arms, staring into the sky. He turns to you when you don't reply to him. "Please?"

You choose to ignore his shit eating grin when you open to one of the pages in the book you had dog eared.

"Love Poems, by Clementine Von Radics," you start with a huff, already feeling your tummy flutter under your boyfriends smirk and watchful eye. "I want to kiss you. Like big, fat kisses. Or angels. Or stars. Or something. I don't know. Love poems never make sense to me."

You pause for a second to catch your breath and sneak a peak at Minho as you do, and he's carefully watching you - a serious expression on his features as he nods at you for you to continue.

"Poets say things like Your teeth are flowers or Your eyes are miracles. But you aren't miracles. Or flowers. You are some sweet boy with a good smile and a shaky heart. Come kiss me. I'm in love with the miracle of your body—beside my body."

Minho stays quiet for a second, contemplating your words, and you can't help but feel sheepish.

"I like it because it reminds me of you," you say, although Minho's one of the smartest people you've ever met and you'd be damned if he hadn't already guessed that. "It's like - humans are never supposed to be these amazing, wondrous, beings. But you're you, and even though you will never be this unrealistic perfected poet concoction of a man, you have already shown me what perfect feels like. Because, I guess to me, perfect is good and bad things coexisting in this one little life with you."

There's not another second to babble on, because Minho's easily caught your lips with his own after moving swiftly so that he hovers over the top of you. He keeps himself propped up on an arm beside your head as he depends the kiss slightly before pulling away.

His hair tickles your forehead as he breathes, shaking his head at you. "You know I love you too, right?" He says lowly, dark eyes shifting between your own. "I don't say it that often, but I am so absolutely in love with you and sometimes I just have to sit with my thoughts because I have never known what I have done to deserve you."

His deep words make your heart fill and your grin crack. You figure you must be looking at him maniacally, but you don't care - not when you lowers his head to kiss you again, the feeling one that you will never take for granted. After these months you still feel the same butterflies you felt after that very first time.

"You're sooo in love with me," you can't help but to tease when he pulls away again, watching when he shakes his head with a chuckle. "You're practically on your knees for me."

"I could be later, if you quit acting like a brat in the middle of our nice moments," he says, tilting his head and placing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. "Now, come on, cause -"

The distraction of Hyunjin and Jeongin making sex noises and kissy faces is one that you surprisingly enjoy, since it firstly means that Minho doesn't notice the way your cheeks are the same colour as your sunburn and secondly, that dinner must be ready. You successfully rope Jeongin into helping you pack up the beach stuff when Minho ends up in the midst of a physical fight with Hyunjin, the two men hollering and rolling around on the sand like children.

Whatever the issue was, you could assume Hyunjin deserved it. The two of them had been ridiculously close recently, after having talked out all their issues back when they weren't on the best of terms. You didn't know if it was just because you and Hyunjin were so close or because they'd finally had a deep discussion together, but they'd been practically inseparable the whole holiday.

Not that you are complaining - you'd take them clinging to each other over the two of them avoiding each other like the plague any day of the week.

"You and Minho hyung are cute," Jeongin goads as he folds Minho's towel, showing you his dimples and widening his eyes. "Kind of gross, but mostly cute."

You take the towel from him and shove it into your back, grabbing your water bottle and waiting for Jeongin to pick up Minho's water bottle before the two of you head towards your bedroom's balcony. "You think?"

He hums, nodding. "Everyone's been saying it all holiday. Especially Hyunjin, which is so weird. To think a couple months ago he was like your relationship's number one enemy is laughable."

You can't help but roll your eyes with a smile at the memory. "He was such a pain in the ass back then, huh?"

"Right?" Jeongin agrees, giving you a hand to help you climb over your balcony decking's railings when you reach it. "I don't know who was a bigger clock block, him or Felix."

He laughs with you when you can't help but to crack up, remembering that one time Minho was helping you dance in the practice rooms and Felix came in at the worst possible time, or when you and Minho were finally opening up to each other and Hyunjin just had to spread a rumour that wasn't true.

"Is it weird that I wouldn't change any of it?" You ask the younger boy, thanking him when he hands you the water bottle.

"Nah," he agrees, his freshly dyed bleach blonde hair (that he'd tried and failed to convince everyone he wasn't copying Hyunjin) forming waves from the sea water he hadn't washed out yet. "It's one hell of a story."

The distant calls for you both to hurry up remind you that you've got food waiting, so you lock your bedroom door and head out back again. By the time you round the corner, you spot the boys in a large circle - your boyfriend in charge of grilling the meat, whilst Felix is preparing what looks like bibimbap. Changbin's also putting together burger buns and salad as Jisung hands out the drinks Seungmin's pouring. Chan seems to be in charge of the whole orchestration, making sure everyone gets a bit of all the foods on their plate.

"You are a grand help," you say snidely to Hyunjin, the only one of them not helping, as he sprawls lazily on a deck chair by the unlit fire pit.

"I was sworn off preparations," he responds, not bothering to look at you. "I'm the visual."

Jeongin shares a look with you as you scoff, getting stuck in to helping when Chan starts handing you plates of food to place on people's seats. "You need a reality check."

"Chan?" He calls lazily.

"He's the visual," Chan shrugs as he hands you another plate, the other guys snickering. "Plus, Minho beat him up earlier."

"What was that even about?" You ask, wanting to be kept in the loop. Your boyfriend catches your eye, rolling his own in response. It's almost a shame to see he's put a t-shirt on, but the way he's rolled the sleeves up over his biceps and his cheeks flushed pink from the heat of the barbecue make you think otherwise.

Since Minho isn't giving you an answer, you turn to Hyunjin, who only gives you a smirk. He pulls his arms up by his head, resting against them. "I only told him that public sex on the beach is actually a crime, and nobody wants to see his massive -"

He doesn't get another word out, after getting hit in the face from a flying beef burger. Jeongin cracks up beside you, and you can't stifle your laugh either, especially when Chan starts shouting.

"We only have so much of them to go around!" He frets, counting out the food items with his fingers. "Stop acting like a child, Minho. Your girlfriends right there."

Minho waves at you with a grin, and you shake your head at him. Seungmin and Jisung finish pouring the drinks, making the rounds and placing them in the cup holders of each chair.

"She's just as bad as him," Seungmin scoffs, picking up a plate full of food and taking a seat beside you. "You know she made me pick out paint samples with her last week? Guess what colour she's painting her bedroom."

Your boyfriend raises you an eyebrow as he finishes passing out the rest of the meat and turns off the barbecue. It must have slipped your mind to inform him of your plans for your bedroom in the new apartment; you were still renting, but the landlord was extremely lenient and allowed you to paint wherever you wanted as long as the apartment looked how did did before you arrived when you eventually leave.

"She wants the ceiling to be pink," Seungmin groans, sending a wave of laughter through your friends. Sometimes being the only girl who regularly hung out with them sucked, and you made a mental note to at least attempt to find another female friend - preferably one who wouldn't steal your boyfriend.

"The ceiling? How are you even gonna reach that, shorty," Changbin laughs, ruffling your hair with his free hand before plonking himself in a seat next to Hyunjin, the rest of the chairs filling up pretty quickly. Minho takes the spare seat beside you, of course.

"I have a vision," you mumble inwardly, ignoring Minho's pout about how cute you were.

You had to admit, Minho's food was delicious - as was Felix's bibimbap, which wasn't to be unexpected. One of your favourite thing's about Minho was his dedication to making food for everyone, one of his love languages- though he'd never admit it out loud.

All of you eat well, chatting together about anything and everything. Hyunjin giving Felix extras from his plate when Felix had finished, the younger boy grinning at him in delight. Changbin and Chan engaging in an arm wrestle, in with Changbin dominates, of course. Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin having a beer downing competition, spluttering with laughter when Jisung almost chokes on the drink. Minho, a hand on your thigh, watching his friends eat the food he'd made for them in contempt - all of it fills your heart.

To think how miserable you had been, in a relationship you had tried so hard to keep afloat, and a friendship that ended in distrust - how different your life was now was insane.

Hyunjin distracts you from your thoughts, calling your name as he stands up. "Yo, come help me get the ice creams from my room."

You roll your eyes at his request, but inevitably agree, standing up and narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend who slaps your ass as you do so.

"Come on lazy lumps," Hyunjin taunts, calling you as you run to catch up with him walking towards his room. "These ice creams won't get themselves."

"Alright, alright," you sigh, following him into his room and taking a bundle of ice creams he pulls out the freezer. "You're so clingy recently."

He scoffs, making a disgusted face at you. "I'm not clingy," he claims, whilst you tilt your head at him. He closes the freezer with the ice cream packets in his arms, sighing. "Okay, maybe I'm a bit clingy, but you can't blame me. There was a point I thought you and Minho would never talk to me again."

"You're so dramatic," you chuckle, as the two of you walk out the room and back towards your friends. "We've been over this a million times - I don't blame you for anything, and you'd never get rid of me or Minho that easily."

"I know, I know," he says, and you notice his faint smile. The sand gets in between your toes as you walk, so you take your flip flops off to walk barefoot. "I'm just happy about how everything's turned out. Don't tell Minho I said this, but the two of you have never been happier now that you're with each other, and I was a little bitch to think otherwise."

You laugh openly at his compliment, shoving his shoulder fondly as you reach your friends, handing out the ice cream packets.

"You're not trying to get with my girl, are you Hyun?" Minho comments cheekily, which everyone collectively groans at.

"Nobody is trying to steal your girlfriend, dickwad. That joke has been used and abused," Changbin whines, which your boyfriend grins at, as if this was the desired affect of his idiotic comment. Hyunjin only sticks his tongue out at him.

"Says the one that was all over her that first night at the bar," Minho jabs back, which Changbin just smirks at.

"We get it! I'm hot!" You say confidently, scrunching up your nose when Seungmin chucks a rolled up napkin at your face. "And anyway, Changbin's taken now."

Changbin widens his eyes at you as the other boys turn to him in shock because, oh shit, that was a secret you were not supposed to share. There's a chorus of irritated yelling forced towards Changbin, and he looks at you in despair.

"You have a girlfriend?" Felix shouts, standing up and pointing at Changbin. You shoot him a sorry glance as he waves his hands.

"Yes! Okay, it's a very recent thing," he groans. "And you! You were not supposed to tell them!"

You shrug your shoulders apologetically, secretly enjoying the chaos. Minho turns to you, an intrigued smirk on his face.

"And how did you know before any of us?" He asks, no distaste in his tone, just genuine intrigue. One of your favourite things about Minho was how he could not care less about your friendships with the guys, something your ex was almost always complaining about. Minho relished in the fact you got along so well with all his friends.

"I went by Changbin's place to get him to help me fix my broken bedside table for the new place, and she called him while I was over, so it was really only a coincidence," you explain with your hands up.

"Why did you need Changbin's help?" Hyunjin questions. "Am I not good enough?"

"You don't even own a toolbox, Hyun," you say, deadpan, turning to Minho. "And you were away working, so don't start."

"I know, I don't care," he says with a grin, and you laugh at how Hyunjin is more annoyed than Minho. Minho and you had trust and he didn't mind you spending time with others, but Hyunjin was a dramatic baby whenever he wasn't involved. Realistically he just had a bad case of FOMO.

"Anyway," Chan claps, steering the conversation in a different direction. "We're all happy for you Binnie, right guys?"

There's a collective mumble of agreement which you laugh at, watching Changbin get up off of his chair. "On that note, I'm gonna call said girlfriend before the time difference gets too ridiculous. Peace out sluts."

You shake your head at him with a smile, watching as he bounds along the sand towards his room.

"That's it," Jeongin whines. "We've lost another one."

"You're just jealous since you're single," Jisung prods the younger boy, which he shrugs at.

"Yeah," he sighs. "So real."

You drown out the guys conversation, discussing relationships and what not, as you pull out your phone, scrolling your instagram feed. A photo Seungmin posted of you, Felix and Hyunjin pops up - the two boys cracking dumb poses as you laugh at them. You like the photo with a smile, continuing your scroll. The next photo that arises is of Sooyun - a ring adorned on her finger.

Her and Doha had broken up not long after she'd come to your dorm. You'd spoken to her a couple times since then when you'd bumped into each other on campus, though your friendship had never resumed. It was for the best, to stay civil yet cut ties, because she'd hurt you badly and you'd never have trust for her again.

Yet, you were happy for her. She'd gotten into a relationship with one of her family friends from your hometown a couple months after her and Doha had broken up. They'd grown up together, and you'd always suspected they'd end up with each other. You weren't surprised when you heard they were together, and after a year they'd gotten engaged. She beamed in the photo, her fiancé looking at her adoringly as she held up her hand for the camera.

You like the photo, commenting 'congrats!' before showing the photo to Minho. He smiles, knowing you were over the drama and genuinely happy for your friend.

"Maybe it's a thing," he says, tapping your knee with his fingers absentmindedly. "After someone ends their relationship with Doha, they find the love of their life."

You shake your head at him with a smile, knowing he was probably right. The last you'd heard of Doha, he'd dropped out of university and was reputably known as a cheater in your area. Luckily, you hadn't seen him since you'd broken up with him, confirming the theory that when someone isn't meant to be in your life, you'll never see them again.

"I'm fucking exhausted," Jisung yawns, stretching out his limbs. "Should we call it a night, since we're up early to swim with dolphins tomorrow?"

Hyunjin nods, standing up. "Yeah, agreed. Felix, don't you dare let me sleep in. I can't wait to swim with dolphins!"

Felix rolls his eyes, joining Hyunjin as the two of them wave before heading off to their room. Chan starts getting all of your things together as the rest of you help, folding up the chairs and taking all your rubbish from the beach. You all say goodnight to each other as you part ways, you and Minho heading back to your room.

"I love it here," you say as soon as you close the sliding doors, locking them for the night and staring out at the view. "I never want to leave. It's like paradise."

"You know," Minho says, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms round your torso. "I was thinking, after you finish your degree next year, would you want to go travelling with me for a bit? By then I'll have a fair amount of money saved, so we could go wherever you want before you settle down to work."

"Really?" You ask, turning in his embrace to blink up at him. "You want to?"

"Of course. I've thought about it for a while. It would be fun, just the two of us, exploring."

You grin, kissing him on the lips. "I'd do anything and go anywhere as long as I'm with you, you know that, right?"

He chuckles, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. "And I you. Who would have thought friends with benefits could end up like this?"

You playfully hit his shoulder before pulling him into a hug, letting him wrap his arms around you.

"Who would have thought," you agree, sighing into his embrace and thanking the universe for letting your friends with benefits situation turn into the most beautiful love.

And friends with benefits, after a year, is fully complete. I hope you all enjoyed the epilogue, even though you had to wait forever for it. This story will always have a special place in my heart - it’s the reason so many of you read my fics and found my account. Thankyou always for the interactions on this series, love always 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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abbythewritor · 11 months

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"Janitor" Fnaf Security Breach x Fem reader. *2*

Description: What happens when Y/n L/n lands a cleaning Job at the mega pizza plex? How will she handle all the Animatronics falling for her?

Warnings: Slight drama, blood, and jealousy, but other than that, none.

Rated: PG-13.

Other things:

-Bonnie and Foxie aren't dismantled, thanks to Gregory.

-Cassie and Gregory are in High School, working as security guards to keep Freddy and everyone else safe.

-I added a new Daycare attendant named Jester, who will be introduced later, and of course, the attendees got new Upgrades, thanks to Gregory.

-The OCs I will be using aren't mind, and the User names will be linked at the end of the chapter; the credits go to them :)

-Finally, no adult content will be included in this story.

Enjoy the second chapter :)

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"Wow! Good Job, newbie, we cleaned up in under 2 hours!" Dj's room was finally thoroughly cleaned, and thanks to you, your bright Idea of using some sort of Shop-vac to pick up toys, candy, and other stuff left by kids made this whole Job thing a little easier.

Cyrus, who had just finished putting the vac away, stood by as you sat on the floor, sipping a freshly opened juice box. Looking at his fazz watch, the time read 1:15pm, and a satisfied smile formed his lips. "If we keep this up, we can reach the daycare area by 5. You get the gist of things quickly, Newbie; I knew you'd get the hang of it. Plus, I think you went to the top of Mr. Dj's new friend's list." Chuckling, you sipped more of your juice. "I'm not his friend, Cryus; I just complimented his sunglasses." Cryus sat next to you, slightly nudging your shoulder. "Yeah, and everything else. I knew you didn't say anything, but I can easily see a person's body language when they're geeking out. So you're a robot fan, huh?" Your eyes rolled. "Glamrocks, actually." His eyes widened. "No way, really? Wow, is that why you took the job? Wait... you're not planning on anything weird with Freddy and the others, are you-OUCH!! Hey!! Hey!" He laughed when you hit his shoulder.

"Take your mind out of the gutter; I got this job for the money. Besides, I may be a geek, but at least I'm not like one of those Crazed fans who always kiss their posters." Cyrus nodded. "True, we had a fair of those people come here, not to Freddy, but foxy, surprisingly. Poor guy, we had to close his meet and greet early one day because an older woman came to him with his shirt off." "PFFFT" Apple juice came out of your nose as you and he began to die with laughter. Not believing him, you turned to him with surprise once you stopped coughing. "Really? You're shitting me." His head shook. "Nope, not kidding; I got the whole thing on tape if you want to see it later?" Sighing, your head shook.

"Can this place even surprise me more? First, the pizza here is actually good, Second, I meet a Gianormous spider, who's not a human-eating creature, and finally, I get told a story where Foxy almost got molested." Chuckling, Cyrus put his arms behind his back. "You'd be surprised at what happens at the daycare; Poor Sun has to deal more with the kid's actions than Jester and Moon." Your head tilted.

"Jester and Moon?"

"Oh, they are the attendants with Sun, but their moment to shine is when Nap-Time happens. Jester was meant for both morning and Day, but he takes Tag too seriously." Smirking, you leaned onto your right elbow, now fully onto the floor. "Sounds like me; I hate kids." "Same...but someone has to take care of them while the Parents are gone, the same as we have to take care of this place..." Standing up, he stretched.

"Alright, if we head to the Glamrocks dressings rooms now, we'll still be able to make it while they are still performing, which makes perfect timing for us to clean. Now, being the Geek that you are...I doubt they would be out now, but don't worry, I will give you plenty of chances to see them when that time comes." Nodding, you adjusted your hat. "No problem, not in a rush when it comes to that anyway; I know how busy they all can be. Especially Freddy." Cyrus smiled at you. "Glad you understand, Newbie; now come on. DJ! WE OUTA HERE!!"

"Right on! Thank you, Cyrus and little lady! Don't be a stranger, ok?"

Chuckling, your co-worker held a thumbs up towards the tunnel. "Will do! Say Hi to Mini Dj for us!! Come on, Y/n, let's head to the VIP area." Nodding, you followed behind as he began to walk, grabbing the mop bucket as the both of you headed that way.

In all reality, Mr. Dj's room was pretty neat, even though it was large and a lot to clean; you had fun getting to know the spider, the area, and Cyrus a little more.

This job won't be so bad if the other animatronics are excellent as Dj.

Just as long as you keep your head up and do not embarrass yourself in front of the Glammrocks, you should be fine...

Right?

..........

...........

"Cyrus! What are you doing here?!" With a lot of walking, you both made it to the VIP area.

It was huge, right next to the entrances, as many different colored rooms were aligned inside a vast wall, each color representing a different Glamrock and their personalities.

Besides the rooms, you were taking in the mall itself, as the true size of it through your eyes was amazing. Multiple floors, stores, and people surrounded the structure, as familiar music from the Glamrocks played throughout the area.

Many children, adults, and teens walked passed the screen in many different directions, the camera focusing on you as you tried your best not to bump into any people, the mop bucket still being pulled by your grasp.

Not being bothered by Cyrus, he was heading over to a familiar yet older boy, who was shocked to see your Co-worker at this moment. "Gregory! My man!" Giving each other a hug, Gregory fisted his shoulder. "Look at you, man; Summer treated you well." Cyrus was shocked by his comment. "Look at me?! Look at you! You are all grown up! Just yesterday, you and Freddy were being chased by killer Vanny and the others! Just think of how it would go down now!." The boy chuckled while scratching his neck. "It was 8 years ago, Cyrus; Vanny's gone now, unable to hurt anyone again." "Thanks to you! Man, you Kicked that bunny's but! From the beginning, you knew she was involved with the Animatronics going a wall; now, none of them are shut down because of you. Look! You're even freddies personal security guard! How's that going?" Gregory slumped. "It's tiring; Freddy takes every chance of the day to see every. Single. Child. It's annoying enough that I must deal with the crying Kid's parents above it all. They say some...vulgar things..." Cyrus chuckled while his hands went to his hips. "That's Freddy for yah, and yes, sure, the parents suck, but hey, on the bright side, you get to spend more time with him, right?" Gregory shrugged. " I guess your right? But since he's always busy, I tend to hang out with Cassie more than anything. But enough about me, what about you? How's life going for you, and who is that? Is she your girlfriend?" He looked to you, who was being an airhead and was too busy looking around more, stars filling your eyes. Cringing at the sight of you, Cyrus turned to Gregory. "One, I still live with my mom; two, that is Y/n, the newbie; and three, no, she is not my girlfriend." "Huh." Gregory crossed his arms. "That's the Newbie? She doesn't look shy and timid to me-" "Yeah, Dean said that to Dj too...but she's a total geek; you should have seen her when I beat her at a race, anyway, are the gang still performing?" Gregory nodded. "The Guys are; Foxie and Chica don't perform until later tonight; they're practicing for their Duo downstairs. Do you guys need to clean their rooms right now?" Cyrus nodded. "Might as well, since we are on time; we just want to get it cleaned before they get done so fan girl over here....doesn't get too overwhelmed." They both looked to you, who was standing there like an idiot, who played with the ends of her hair and fiddled with your Tee-shirt. Gregory laughed at his statement, his hand lifting his hat up slightly. "I get that; I know Bonnie and Freddie can get a little touchy around new people, so I'll try to keep them distracted until you are done." Cryus patted his back. "Thanks, Gregory, always the hero; hey, Newbie!" Getting your attention, you looked at him as he motioned to you with his thumb. "Let's get started; follow me!" Nodding your head, you grabbed the mope bucket to follow him, walking past Gregory as he told you the plan, both of you heading to Freddie's room first.

Gregory, who just shook his head, sighed as familiar sounds of doors rang through his ears. Turning, he saw Freddy and Familiar animatronics coming toward him, which made him smile.

"Freddy!" He yelled, catching the attention of the bear, who was talking to Bonnie on his right side. "Gregory!" He replied, tail wagging as the boy ran up to him, latching himself onto the robot. "Look at Ya, boy, all dressed up and everything," Foxy spoke, referring to his uniform as the boy adjusted his hat. "Yeah, I never expected this outfit to be this fancy; it feels kinda weird." Monty glared at him. "You're making it feel weird, kid; it looks good on ya." Bonnie nodded. "I agree; besides, it's better than wearing those clothes daily, right?" Gregory huffed, his arms crossing. "At least those close were comfy." Freddy chuckled while putting a hand on his back. "Well, I'm proud of you, superstar; it's a rare opportunity for a high schooler to get this job; you should feel honored." The boy crossed his arms. "I'll feel honored when the stupid parents stop bullying me. Everyone besides him and Monty laughed, Freddy looking at him again. "Greggory, if I can ask, is there a way can we go to our rooms yet to recharge? There is a malfunction I need to check; my left eye seems to be a bit more blurry than usual." "I wish you guys could, but Cyrus has a Newbie with him; they're cleaning your rooms as they speak." Bonnie's eyes widened. "Theirs a new Janitor? Why isn't Dean here then?" Gregory shrugged. "Dunno, but Cyrus doesn't want to overwhelm her, so it's best if you guys do something else for now." Freddy nodded with a smile. "No problem, superstar, we'll think of something." Foxy did a stretch. "Yar...might as well be heading to my ship; I don't want Roxy putting her dirty paws on me, gold..." Bonnie's eyes rolled. "I told you, foxy, it's not roxy who steals it; kids sometimes swallow those things, you know?"

"Doesn't matter; my gold matters too much; I need to protect it." Watching Foxie walk away, trying his best to avoid crowds and kids, Bonnie just sighed. "Him and his Gold, I'm off to go play bowling. El-chip has bets of years of free tacos if I can get a perfect strike score; wanna join, Monty-Monty?" The gator just huffed, a pissed-off look hinting on his face as Freddy and the bunny grew concerned. He walked away from the group, probably heading to Gator Golf, as the three watched, unable to do anything else about it. Gregory sighed, looking at Freddy. "Did his guitar break again?" Freddy nodded sadly. "The instrument is not what it used to be, he got it before Vanny corrupted him and the others, and it was the only thing that could keep him calm. But now, it keeps breaking during performances, which concerns people and his fans." Gregory's brows furrowed. "Can't he just get it fixed?" Bonnie shook his head. "No, he doesn't trust anyone with it, especially when Cyrus switched to Daycare; he is the only one who can fix his guitar." "Then why not ask Cyrus to fix it himself? It's not like he'd turn Monty down, right?" Freddy sighed. "It's not that simple for Monty; he cares about Cyrus a lot, but since Cyrus switched to daycare, it made him angry enough to be a threat. When Vanny corrupted everyone, he went straight to Cyrus, doing something horrible that none of us can forget. " "Wow...and he doesn't want to hurt him again...I understand...Vanny caused him that fear, and to get rid of it must be hard." Bonnie nodded. "Yes, But I'm afraid for him..." Gregory tilted his head. "Why is that Bonnie?" sighing more, Bonnie looked to Monty, who seemed to be kneeling down to a Toddler, who touched the Gator's snout with pure love and fondness. Even the gator didn't show his genuine emotions; he tried to put on his best face for the toddler, not letting his Guitar or the past get to him. "Each day, that fear grows more and more, kids are getting ignored, he lashes out if nothing going right, and heck, even Roxy can't put him back in line. If something doesn't happen to help the poor guy."

"He'll just end up getting worse, day by day."

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"And finally, we are done!!!" It took a while, but the rooms of the glam rocks were finally cleaned.

Cyrus was impressed as you cleaned Montie's room by yourself, picking up every destroyed object, dirt, and even leftover presents from fans on the floor or the walls.

You ensured not to touch the robot's personal stuff, as everything in the room was essential and organized. This wasn't even a part of your payroll, but doing the extra stuff made at least your OCD ten times better.

Shocked as hell, his mouth was open wide as you stood up, whipping the sweat from your forehead. "It took a lot of elbow grease, but I think I managed to get it mostly cleaned-" "MOSTLY CLEANED?!" You squealed a bit as Cyrus's hands went everywhere. "THE WHOLE ROOM IS SPOTLESS!!!" You chuckled. "Yeah, guess I got carried away; I hope that isn't a problem, Cyrus." "Are you kidding?" You looked up at him smiling. "That isn't a problem, Y/n; it's a great skill to have, I wish I was like that when I was little, but of course, I had to be a pain in the ass." "Well, I am not like that; I get terrible OCD when things are misplaced, so cleaning Monty's room was basically therapy for me." You replied, feeling a hard slap coming from him onto your back. "I'm glad, newbie!" He chirped, throwing a towel over his left shoulder. "Monty can get pretty angry sometimes, even after the whole hacking incident; things have changed, and doing this for him makes the Gater a little bit happier each day." He then sighed.

"Though, that's all we could do; he didn't used to be like this." Your brows furrowed."What do you mean?" Cyrus was silent for a while before looking to the ground. "Before I transferred to Daycare, I was a mechanic for the Glamrocks." Your eyes widened. "Really? That's cool!" He chuckled. "Yeah, it was cool, alright, being able to hang out with the most excellent Robots in history, Freddy, Bonnie, Foxy, Chica, Roxy, Monty. Honestly, out of all six of them, I seemed more attached to Monty than everything; we were best friends. Whenever he malfunctioned, he came to me with the saddest eyes, or when Roxy or even Foxy said something wrong, we would always talk about the situation and work the stuff out."

He paused before pouting, trying his best not to cry just a little. "I fixed his damn guitar before every. Single. Show. His temper tantrum was the death of me of my time there, but somehow I always managed to fix it and make the gator happy. I miss that feeling....but when the glitches happened, and Freddy and the gang started to act weirder than usual, the company switched me over to daycare, which hadn't been touched by the virus at the time." Your eyebrows furrowed, and one of your hands was on his back as he struggled to get the following words out, his eyes looking at the guitar Monty o-so cares about. "He hated me leaving, and trust me, I didn't want to transfer either, but it was for my and other people's safety as well; Monty was like a brother to me. Sometimes when I try to talk to him now, I get an angry huff, and he walks away. It hurts, yes, but it's not his fault...I should have stayed when I should..." His hands ran through his hair, and shaky breaths and sad motions came from him, which made your heart instantly break. You don't know why he's telling you this when you only met him today, but hearing the story of his and Monty's bond is hard to ignore.

"Cryus...I-I don't know what to say..." He chuckled sadly, looking at you. "You don't have to say anything, Newbie....what's in the past is done, and now what I can try to do to lift his spirits is clean, clean, and clean....thank you for your help, Y/n, but, I think we should cut training today short." Your eyes widened with surprise. "A-Are you sure? We still have a lot to do-" Cyrus smirked. "Go home; night shift people will take care of the Daycare area tonight, just as long as you're ready to clean again tomorrow, alright?" Watching him get up, you were confused at first but understood since the Situation and tension were high right now; no, you nodded in agreement. "Alright, but at least let me finish up here; there are just some holes I need to patch up." He snorted at your stubbornness. "You don't quit, do you?" Shrugging, you smirked. "What can I say? You hired a germaphobe." Shaking his head with a smile, he rummaged through his pockets before throwing you something. "Alright, here." Catching it, you looked to see it was a pair of keys. "Monty's room will need to be locked when you are done; he rarely goes in here, so you don't have to worry about him coming in anytime soon." You nodded again. "Alright...thanks." "Just, when you're done, give the keys to Gregory; we don't want anything happening if those keys are found by kids or teens, okay, Newbie?"

Saluting to him, your face went cute. "Yes, sir!" He cringed. "Just finish up you doof." And with that, Cyrus left you in Montie's room.

Looking around and out of windows to see if no one was coming, your body turned, looking at Monty's broken yet elegant guitar.

Hearing his story replay in your head caused your heart to break while staring at it more, as your hands gently grasped the large instrument.

You play a little guitar at home, and you had a fair share of broken instruments, special ones. So hearing that story, knowing Monty's pain and anger, it's like looking in a mirror.

Everyone has bad days, but this Monty has been dealing with a lot of them for many bad days.

Yes, you are a Janitor, and Yes, you shouldn't be thinking this, and yes, it's only your first day, but if you were going to work here forever, you might as well start building a relationship with your co-workers and even the glam rocks. Feeling the guitar, every inch, string, and flaw this machine has, you knew exactly how to fix it. "Alright, Monty, you suffered enough days of anger......Now..."

"It's time to make things right."

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Monty's guitar :)

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sinsandsuccubus · 2 years

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Bf!Jack Things

Masterlist ☽ ☾

☽ ☾

SFW

Calls you stink

“Jack, you know that’s not an endearing word, right?”

“Well, it’s endearing to me.”

Buys you matching sunglasses

Criticizing him for buying shades instead of prescriptions

“You literally cannot see, but you want to buy regular designer shades.”

“You gonna leave me and my bad eyes alone.”

Taking care of his hair

“I can’t believe you used Cantu”

“I didn’t know any better”

“Yeah well now you know, shame on you.”

Stealing his shirts/hoodies cause he’s huge

“Babe, have you seen my Kentucky sweatshirt?”

//is wearing it// “I have no clue where it is.”

Keeps a list on his notes app with all your orders from your favorite places to eat and drinks

Takes off your makeup when you're too tired to do it

Religiously FaceTimes you after every concert

“Babe, the crowd went crazy, I think that was the best show yet!”

After every show you didn’t go to he would make sure to smother you in love

Lays on your chest telling you about how good or bad the show

Rents out restaurants for the two of you to eat at in peace

Pays for your manicures & pedicures (if you’re into that)

“Let me see your nails..” “Oo~ these look good on you ma. I saw this design on Pinterest, you should totally get it” //whips out phone//

If he comes in from a rough day, he’d crawl up your body and go under your shirt and lay his head on your boobs

Is your personal weighted blanket

Has nightmares when he sleeps on his back, so he likes to lay on you

Definitely loves being the little spoon, in secret though

Sometimes has insecure moments

For example, if you’re watching or listening to someone who fits your type, he feels a little bit insecure about what you see in him

But he’ll take that with a grain of salt as soon as you confess your undying love for him, then he gets cocky

“Motherfuckers ain’t got nothing on me, couldn't even bag the best girl”

Is fiercely loyal to those he loves

Would go above and beyond to shower you with love and take care of you

Would buy you things just cus

“Jack, you don’t have to spoil me so much”

“Well, I want to so deal with it.”

Is important to him to provide for you and make it so you don’t have to work

Would sometimes bicker with you because you don’t want to feel dependent on him

“Jack, I can provide for myself, you don’t have to do everything for me.”

“I know but I want to. I want to give you the world.”

“But Jack, you’re my world”

//he cries//

Carries a piece of you everywhere he goes

Y’all have matching necklaces

“I want to have a part of you everywhere you go, and which versa”

This leads to…

NSFW

Makes a mold of his dick for you (as a sex toy) to use when he’s away

“Did you seriously give me a mold of your dick?”

“Yeah, so you’ll have the real thing. Well, not the real thing, but a copy.”

Loves to spank your ass

Has left a bruise from where he’s slapped your ass in the same spot, multiple times

“Babe, pick a new spot, I’m bruising”

“But I like this spot” //smacks it again//

Asks you to send him nudes or lingerie pictures when he’s either at the studio a lot or away

“Damn ma, you got me bricked up in the hotel room right now. You wanna help me handle that?”

Phone Sex

Makes sure your nails are always done so you can leave scratches on his back

Would absolutely fuck you in the studio and then use the recording of your moans on a song

Loves your ass but also loves your titties

Would titty fuck you and cum on them

Is into cum play

Definitely has a breeding kink

“Well, we gotta make those eight daughters happen somehow.”

Size kink

“You look so small underneath of me ma”

He’s confident enough that he would love having toys in the bedroom

Would see them as his “best friends”

“They’re my allies, not my enemies”

Is down for some things, but would need some convincing

Could probably convince him with chicken wings and ranch

“Babe, I’ll buy you a big bucket of KFC and a whole bottle of ranch if you try this new position with me”

"I'm in"

Aftercare

Totally takes care of you. Like full care

Washes your body and allat

Offers you a massage

“You did so well for me mamas, let me get your shoulders. Are they hurting here?”

Is into bath bombs and shit

“Babe, this is rose scented. Oh! And it has little rose petals embedded”

Makes you drink herbal tea

“Oo~. See babe, this one relaxes your muscles”

Cuddles you and showers you with love and affection

“You’re such a pretty girl. You did so well for me.”

“You’re all mine, allmineallmineallmine.”

He sleeps soundly in your arms

It’s the best sleep he ever gets

Is forever in love with you and makes sure to remind you before you fall asleep

“I love you forever mamas”

Major shoutout to @hoodharlow @jackharlowsthings @mortirolo & the notorious 🧚 for helping me out. Y'all the realest

Also shoutout to anyone else who helped me. Y’all know who you are, and I appreciate you

#jack harlow #bf! jack harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow drabble

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starcrossedreaders · 1 year

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Hi! hello! I'm new to the RE fandom and let me say that, i fell in love with Leon (RE2 and RE4), and my god, i can't stop thinking about him!

So... if you can, can you do a little story where reader loves to roller skate, and tries to teach Leon how to do it and both have a clumsy-cute-fluffy day.

(actually i'm trying to learn how to roller skate. It's acceptable too the other way around, Leon teaches reader, idk, i just thought is just a cute thing to do)

Thank you for read!

Authors Note: This is so so cute, so thank you for requesting it. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings! None! Just cavity-inducing fluff Re4 Leon.

"Come on Leonnn, it will be fun, trust me,"

"You know I don't skate,"

"Baby, you are literally the top government hero of the world, I think you can handle roller skating," The attitude dripped from your voice as you gave Leon a 'seriously' look.

"Besides, it's my turn to pick what our next date is and I want to go roller skating," If looks could kill you would probably be deceased right now. Leon loved you to literal pieces but sometimes, on very rare occasions you can push his buttons; this was one of those occasions.

It was Friday night and you and Leon had just finished the movie he had put on. It's been a long week so the movies and cuddles were something you guys really needed. It was a normal routine you guys had established at the beginning of your relationship. Friday night you guys stay in, Saturday night was date night. You guys often alternated between who picks what you guys do, and you had just happened to luck out this weekend.

"Fine." He crossed his arms in defeat while you excitedly jumped around him.

"Oh my gosh, this is going to be so fun,"

"Whatever, I get to choose dinner then," You stopped your fit of excitement and looked at your boyfriend. His blue irises looked right back at you and for a few heartbeats, you guys stared each other down.

"Okay," you shrugged your shoulders and skipped off to your shared room. Leon could only scoff and shake his head.

The next morning you guys spent in bed sharing lazy kisses and quiet 'I love you's till you finally wiggled out of Leon's arms to get ready. His protests fell on deaf ears as you skipped to the bathroom.

Leon couldn't believe what you did to him. Never in a million years would he think he would find himself still in bed on a Saturday morning listening to you dance around in the shower singing along to the playlist he made for you when you first started dating. Just the thought of a future with you had him smiling as he rolled on his back to look at his phone. He mindlessly scrolled through past pictures of you guys on previous dates and his heart fluttered.

You had always made a point to take at least one picture together on every date you guys did. The last date you guys went on was a hike. Despite the rough terrain, the hot sun beating down on you guys, and the sweat running down your brow you still looked like the most beautiful thing in the world to him. Your face was red which contradicted the blue lens sunglasses that shielded your eyes. Your baby hairs stuck to your head as your cheek was pressed up against his. Your smile brightened up the whole picture, the mountains in the background could never compare. He took one last look at the picture and remained himself to print and hang the most recent picture.

The water came to a sudden stop and the music became louder. Leon could hear you humming to the song as you stepped out of the shower. Upon opening the bathroom door hot steam pilled into the cold room and you stepped out with a towel wrapped around your body and a similar one on your head. Leon had to hold back the urge to take you right then and there. He groaned and covered his eyes with his arm.

"Please change fast, I don't think I can hold back when you look like that,"

You could only snort as your waddled to the closet, "Perv,"

You heard Leon mumble 'meanie' under his breath as he rolled on his stomach to get a better look at you.

"What should I wear? A dress? Jeans? Leggings?," You look back at Leon in hopes he would help you out His arms were tucked under his pillow showing off his defined shoulder blades.

Leon mumbled into the pillow," Hmm, what about those jeans I just bought you,"

"OH!, That's a good idea, I love you,"

"Love you more."

After taking your sweet sweet time getting ready Leon was finally getting out of bed to get ready. You could tell he was trying to delay the enviable. While you were doing your finishing touches and your make-up Leon was brushing through his hair. The shirt he had on squeezed his arms in just the right way, and the Jeans he had on curved his ass, which you were secretly jealous of. Putting your mascara down you turn to look at him.

"Are you ready to go love?"

"Of course baby."

Leon grabbed his jacket and keys as you walked out of the house. He triple-checked that the door was locked before he lightly jogged over to you so he can open the door for you. On the ride there his hand stayed on your thigh rubbing soft circles while you serenaded Leon with your singing.

Upon arriving at the roller skating rink the harsh A/C hit your body. The lights were dimmed down while LED light shone around the area. Leon gripped your hand tighter as he heard a little kid scream out a laugh. The smell of greasy food danced in the air the further you guys walked in. Walking up the shoe counter Leon did most of the talking, and paying, like the gentlemen he is.

Sitting down on a bench you had cringed at the worn-down roller skates while lacing them up. Leon had yet to move to put them on, the look on his face said it all: I'm fucked.

Turning towards him you placed your hand on his thigh, "What's wrong love? Does roller skating scare you that much? If you want we can le-,"

"NO-no, you wanted to roller skate so we're going to roller skate, it's just.... I don't know how..."

"You don't know how to...skate?" You could barely see the light pink dust on his cheeks as he slightly shakes his hand.

You laugh a little, "Baby, that's okay, I'll teach you how. Don't worry is easy,"

"....Are you sure...?"

"I'm super sure love, Besides if you fall while holding onto me I'll be going right down with you so you won't be the only one falling," The beaming smile you gave him lit up the whole room.

"Tch, yea right," Leon bent down to put on his skates. After he tied his last knot you stood up and pushed yourself to curve in front of him.

"Kind Sir," You placed your hand out and bowed your head a little. Leon shook his head a little as he place his hand in yours.

Leon tripped a little when you helped walk him to the rink. When he placed his first skate down his skate rolled back and forth a little as he lost his balance. You were quick to lead his other hand to your shoulder to help him make the step-down.

"There you go, that's the hardest part I promise,"

Leon mumbled a 'whatever' as he slowly took his hand off of your shoulder.

"When you skate it's almost like walking, but instead of lifting your foot up and down, you are going to push your foot. Watch," You let go of Leon's hand and showed him the pushing motion.

Leon was amazed at how well you did this, you glided along with no problems, and you looked....graceful doing it. You circled around him and by the time you did your second lap, you skated backward to face him again.

"See? Easy enough, now it's your turn," Your curved to be on his left side.

"Want to hold my hand," You offered your hand to his. Leon was embarrassingly quick to grab it before you started to skate.

You guys started off extremely slow pushing one foot in front of the other. Leon was really struggling to keep his balance, the grip on your hand was starting to hurt the further you guys moved. The kids around you guys were putting Leon on edge. How are children better at this than him? He is literally a government agent, he had saved the president's daughter, and he can easily skate in a circle. His grip on your hand lightens up and his pace fastened.

"Okay baby, I see you," You laugh a little as Leon skated in front of you.

Your laughter squeezed Leon's heart. Looking back at you he could see your beaming smile as you sway to the music that was being played. He was memorized, the most beautiful girl in this building was his girl.

Being too engrossed in his thoughts Leon didn't notice the slight curve, and you had been too late to call out to him, "Leon watch o-" Taking the curve straight on he was too late to turn his body, and when he did he turn it was to fast and he lost his balance and fell.

You really had to try hard to not laugh your ass off. You were quick to skate over to his fallen body.

"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" A snort fell past your lips.

Leon was sitting down with his legs sticking straight out to form a 'V'. His head fell down to look at his hands that lay on the floor. His bottom lip stuck out a little as he small pout adorned his face.

"Poor baby," you moved over to his right side and crouched down to move the hair out of his face.

"Are you okay?" He shook his head slightly side-to-side

"mmhm," The pouting was too cute to take him seriously. You just had to take a moment to capture his cute face.

It's very rare to see Leon pout because if he pouts it's into your chest or neck. You were quick to pull out your phone and pull up your camera. You stretched your arm so you and Leon could fit into the frame. You tried to copy his pouting face by pushing your bottom lip out with puppy eyes. You clicked the button at least three times before Leon lifted his head up.

"Did you just...?"

"Nope, let's go get dinner I'm hungry,"

Clearly, Leon didn't believe you but he couldn't care less. Because in a few years, he would look back at the picture and laugh as he remembers this moment.

"Whatever you say....Can you help me get up?" Your laugh danced throughout the room as you stood up and shook your head.

"Of course, you big baby."

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Heya Violet! I'm going to request an ikevamp fic for the first time, so how about either of the Day 4 prompts for Leonardo? I'm excited to see what you come up with 👍

A/N: Hi @scorchieart 💜 Thank you for your request! This is for the Different Universe Same Love CCC hosted by @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady

This combines scorchie's request with an anon request for Soulmates AU with Leonardo 💜

Leonardo x f reader

WC: 5254

"There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people." -Vincent Van Gogh

“I hate this,” you grumble as you check your phone for the hundredth time. Where the hell is this place? It feels like it's been hours of California coastline rolling past your window. Beautiful, yes. But also so inconvenient. You lean forward towards the front of the town car.

“Abel, how much longer?”

Your driver glances at you in the rear-view mirror, smiling good-naturedly.

“Another 15 minutes, chérie.”

You flop back into the cushioned leather, sighing. If you had known this would be a part of it, you would not have taken the role.

Maybe.

Ok, fine. You probably would have taken it anyway.

The story of a woman who breaks all tradition to become a famous 19th century painter? You can practically hear Theo’s words in your ear all over again: “You want to be stuck in rom-coms forever or do you want to be taken seriously? Make art that matters?” The Dutchman is a tough agent, too direct for most actors’ fragile egos to handle but that’s why you like him. He is always honest with you.

Outside the town car window, the ocean continues to roll by, a blur of slate-gray and white. Picking up your phone for the hundredth time, you type in the name of the artist you’re on your way to see.

Just like every time you’ve done it before, all you get is his Instagram page which is entirely too sparse and full of only half-finished paintings, close ups of brushes, a few small, charcoal sketches. Nothing about the man himself.

You swipe Instagram away and tap on Spotify, closing your eyes and allowing a podcast about the Golden Age of Hollywood to help pass the remaining time.

“Love the vibe,” you murmur as you step out of the Mercedes, pushing up your tortoise-shell sunglasses in order to better take in the picturesque brown and white wooden house. It really does seem like something out of a Kinkade painting. It's perched on the edge of a plateau, facing a slope of green hillside that disappears into a smattering of gray rock. The rocks give way to a stretch of dark brown sand which leads you right to the blue-gray beauty of the Pacific Ocean. It's here the warm vibes end though. This beach is nothing like the sandy beaches of Southern California. This is something wilder, something sharper. There is no manicured, processed beach feeling here. This is nature allowing you into her world, the crashing of the waves onto the shore not an invitation but a reminder. You’re here with her permission.

Abel comes around, carrying your luggage and pauses, taking in the house. “It’s lovely,” he murmurs.

You shoot him a Look. “It’s miles from just about anything. I hope Vlad knows what he’s doing.”

Vlad is the director of the film you are going to star in. The one who said you needed to spend some time with a real-life artist in order to understand the lifestyle, the thought process, the way of viewing the world. And he knew just the person. A friend of a friend, an artist of some small renown, who made money on the side by working as a consultant for various productions. He had invited you to stay with him for a few days, to teach you basic painting and drawing techniques so it would look realistic on film, and to answer any questions you had. Vlad vouched for him, claiming he was a good man, one he would trust his star with.

You turn to Abel. “Only leave if I give you the sign.”

He smiles indulgently, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You’ll be fine. But I will wait until I see it.”

Steeling yourself, you gather your bags and make your way down the short driveway and up the dark wooden steps. There’s no doorbell so you knock loudly.

You aren’t sure what you expected. A man named Leonardo made you think he would be older with flowing white locks and a long wizard-like beard. What you did not expect was the door to be opened by a golden-eyed Adonis with ombre hair and one of the friendliest, most open smiles you’ve ever seen.

“Benvenuta, cara mia. Welcome.”

That voice. Your heart is doing tiny backflips inside your chest as a horde of butterflies excitedly flutter their wings inside your stomach. It takes you a moment before you figure out the way words work again.

“Thank you.”

Behind your back, you wiggle two fingers at Abel furiously.

The driver covers his grin with the back of his hand, nodding once to Leonardo in greeting before sliding back into the vehicle. He watches through the car window as Leo takes your bags and you follow him inside, the white wooden door closing behind you.

“Good luck, chérie,” he chuckles softly. Somehow, he is certain you will be just fine.

You are utterly charmed. The main house is small, and the guest house just behind it even smaller, but they are both unique, beautiful in their own ways. Everything is simple, clean. Wide windows keep the ocean in view at all times. In every room there is something to look at. A miniature painting of sunset over the water on the living room table. An antique nautical map hanging on the wall of the dining room. An oversized forest green couch that looks like it's just waiting for you to snuggle into it.

Leonardo has just brought your bags to the guest house, a one room structure with a brass bed, rustic homemade dresser, a small desk and a tiny en-suite bathroom.

“I know you are probably used to more luxurious accommodations.”

“No, this is lovely. Really.” You glance down at your phone, considering whether to post a picture to your socials and hear him laugh softly at the expression on your face. The sound settles itself into your bones, warm and welcoming.

“Reception is a bit shoddy out here. You have the best chance when you go to the living room.”

Tucking your phone into the back pocket of your jeans, you flash him a smile. “Thanks for the tip.”

He holds your gaze a moment and you feel like sand, being pulled towards an irresistible ocean.

“You must be starving. Let’s eat before I show you my studio.”

With a pleasantly full stomach and a glass of red wine in hand, you step inside the studio and gasp. Gone are the clean lines, the simplistic beauty of the rest of the house. Here is a world of color and chaos, paint and pandemonium, art and anarchy. Canvases are everywhere, paint pots and brushes, charcoal and sketchbooks. And while it may look like mayhem, there is a truth about it that stirs something inside you. This is the man behind the easy-going smile. This is his heart and soul made tangible, made material.

He notices the way you’re looking around, sees the look in your bright eyes and he knows that you see it, the love he has for his craft. You're not some Hollywood actress looking down her nose at a mess. You're one artist taking in another artist’s medium and appreciating it. His heart unexpectedly shifts, sliding closer to some unseen edge.

“This is…incredible.” You walk slowly through the space, stopping in front of whatever catches your eye. A half-finished sketch of a whale breaching the surface of the water. An anatomically correct drawing of the underside of a starfish. A canvas of yellows and oranges and reds, a practice in blending.

“How come I’ve never seen you post a finished painting on your social media?” You stop when you come to a whole row of them, leaning casually against the back wall of his studio. Crouching down, you inspect a painting of a man from behind, his arms spread out wide towards a turbulent, white-capped ocean, daring it maybe. Or welcoming it.

He shrugs, running his hand through his hair, a tick you’ll come to recognize as something he does when he is uncomfortable.

“I sell a few here and there. Not enough to earn a living but that’s what jobs like this are for, yeah?”

You rise slowly back to full height, taking a sip of the rich wine.

“Have you ever showcased your work?”

He scoffs as he lifts a paint-stained rag from one corner of his supply table and toys with it before tossing it right back.

“To what end? I paint for me. That is enough.”

That sounds like someone who is too scared to try. But you keep the words locked in your mind, aware enough to know that might be reaching a bit too deeply into his psyche for comfort.

“So….when do we begin?”

He smiles slowly and it burns through your body, warming you more than the alcohol.

“Tomorrow. Sunrise.”

All those hours you could still be sleeping. Instead of being warm and snug in your very cozy guesthouse, you are shivering on a beach, sitting on a blanket next to Leonardo as he flips open the sketchbook in front of you. He’s in an oversized brown knit sweater and jeans, looking like a model for some outdoor clothing company whereas you, trying to pull your fitted sweater down over your exposed lower back, look like some Hollywood wanna-be who wasn’t prepared for the cold California morning.

He places several small gray pebbles in front of you on the blanket.

“Sketch these.”

You tilt your head. “They’re rocks.”

“There is challenge in even the simplest of forms. Please try.”

You’re skeptical as you yank down once more on your sweater, sitting cross-legged and staring down at the pebbles. It can’t be that hard. Picking up the pencil, you begin trying to capture their form.

It proves to be much harder than it looks.

Your brow furrows as you look from your sketch, which is doing a fantastic job of being horrible, to the smooth stones in front of you.

“You must relax,” he murmurs as he scoots closer. “You’re gripping that poor pencil like you wish to strangle it.” He reaches over, covering your hand with his. You’re immediately hit with the faint smell of tobacco. Does he smoke? And something else….something earthy and rich and entirely too appealing for this early in the morning. His fingers, graceful and strong, carefully manipulate yours, sliding over your skin and leaving small ripples of heat in their wake. He touches your wrist, over the place where your heart is beating so quickly, tilting it just so.

He holds you there, moving your hand like a puppeteer might the wooden cross of marionette. You watch as the pebbles slowly come to life, flowing from the tip of your pencil.

“Let go,” his voice, gentle as the morning breeze, deep as the sea, whispers in your ear. “You must let go and allow the pencil to do its job.”

Slowly he removes his hand and the sudden lack of contact spurs a tiny whimper from your throat. Luckily, he mistakes it for dismay at his lack of coaching and chuckles.

“You continue on your own, cara mia.”

You’ve been called many things: The Girl Next Door, America’s Sweetheart but somehow, that nickname rolling so casually off his tongue suddenly means more than any of that. You’re smiling despite the cold, despite the wind, despite your stupid, impractical sweater.

Inhaling, you try again, the pencil less a tool in your hand as an extension of it. And while your pebbles don’t look amazing, they do look much closer to what you are trying to accomplish.

“Well done,” he says, looking over your shoulder. “You're a quick learner.”

You smile at him, his words washing over you, warm as sunshine.

“Can I try something else? Maybe try the sand and the ocean?”

He nods, reaching for the hem of his sweater. The next thing you know he’s removed it and wrapped it around your shoulders, leaving you surrounded by soft wool that smells like Leonardo. Your heart stumbles.

“Si. Let’s try.”

My life has never been this disconnected from work and yet, so full, you think as you wrap the beige blanket tighter around your body, watching Leonardo paint. You’re sitting outside on the large porch, the breathtaking view of the sand dunes, the boulders, the sand and the endless sea stretched out before you like a slice of paradise.

You’ve been here almost a week and the world has changed. The bright lights of Hollywood seem so far away. Now you’re concerned with daylight and sunrises, the way light falls across an object or a person, how to capture its essence with charcoal and acrylics, watercolor and wax. You haven't even touched your phone other than to reassure Theo you are fine, doing well and learning a lot, soaking in the experience of being an artist so that you can find it again when the cameras are on you. You’ve abandoned your socials, only leaving a message saying something about the life of an actor and secret prep work that you can’t talk about. It’s technically not a lie.

You watch as Leonardo dips his brush into a red that looks far too bright and finds a way to make it exactly the right shade of sunset, adding an element to his painted sky that you didn’t even know was missing until he put it there. He’s relaxed, his body loose, movements like flowing water as he almost lovingly drags the brush along the canvas. He showed you how, a few mornings ago. You’ve been haunted ever since by the feel of his larger body behind you, the way he reached around, gently taking hold of your wrist, and showed you how to hold yourself, teaching your body the dance of a painter. He is patient, always answering any question of yours the best he can. And so intelligent. The other night you curled up on his overstuffed green couch to look through several of his notebooks, filled with sketches and half-finished designs for contraptions that looked more sci-fi than present day. One entire page was devoted entirely to drawing various animal wings. The next was an excruciatingly detailed drawing of his own hand.

He talks about art the way you talk about acting: a way to conduct emotion, to spark a connection between people. You feel like he understands when you explain how acting is a form of devotion to humanity, an expression of love. Most people roll their eyes when an actor begins talking about their craft. His smile tells you all you need to know about how well he truly does understand.

He shakes you from your reverie when he joins you on the bench, wiping his hands on a towel and reaching for his glass of wine.

“And? What do you think?”

You tilt your head, pretending to study the easel with its beautiful interpretation of the actual sunset that is happening behind it. He has not replicated it exactly, but captured the symphony of colors, the dramatic brass of the oranges and romantic woodwinds of the pinks, the clouds with their warmly colored underbellies and of course, the ever present sea, gilded in gold.

“It’s beautiful, Leo.”

“You like it, which means I’m pleased.” He takes another sip. “Consider it a gift, yeah?. It is, after all, our last weekend together.”

Those words carve themself into the moment, slicing away the peace you’ve been feeling. Dismay bleeds from your heart. You were going to have to face it, the fact that your time with him, magical as it has been, is coming to an end. But you had hoped, irrationally, that maybe if no one said it, you could just stay here, in this beautiful house with this beautiful man as long as you wanted.

Your face, the tool of your trade that you can usually control so well, betrays your thoughts.

“Cara mia.” He reaches out, his fingers curling inwards for a moment, hesitant. The man who never has a problem touching you when correcting your hand or positioning your arm now needs a moment of courage. Because this isn’t a teaching moment. Maybe none of them ever really were. He only knows that from the second he opened the front door and you were there, with your smile like sunshine and eyes bright with intelligence and excitement, he felt drawn to you like he's never been toward anyone before.

You turn your face into his touch, reaching up to cup your hand over his. You press a kiss into his palm. The lull of the waves is drowned out by the roaring of your heartbeat. And then he leans towards you, taking your face in his beautiful hands, and he kisses you.

Your heart cracks open and oceans of desire and want and something else, something nameless underneath those wild waves of emotion flood you. He feels so good. This feels so right.

You kiss with the exhilaration of new lovers, wildly and without a care for anything else in the world. The sunset and her majestic colors be damned. There is nothing as beautiful as the wildfire of gold in his eyes, the melody of his breathing. You’re on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pressed as closely as you can be and it isn’t enough. He slides his hands under your blouse, pressing the palms of his hands to your bare back. It isn’t enough.

You manage to tear your mouth away from him long enough to get out one word: “Inside.”

He stands up and you wrap your legs around him, his strong arms supporting your weight as he carries you inside the wooden house on the plateau, impatiently stealing every kiss he can before laying you down on the oversized green couch, covering your body with his. He softly growls your name in a way that sends fire cascading through your veins.

The sky outside darkens as the last rays of sunset disappear. Her show is over. You both belong now to the night.

Heart, say good-bye because you are no longer mine. You lay on your side, facing the open window of Leonardo’s bedroom. The ocean breeze, cool with night’s kiss, waves the pale curtains and skims over your skin, raising goosebumps along your bare arm and shoulder.

You close your eyes, reveling in the heavy feeling of your body, tempest-tossed and satisfied, peppered with the light marks of your lovemaking. You're a goner. You’ve fallen overboard, heading further and further down into the churning depths of your feelings for Leonardo. And you’re not sinking. Not at all. You’re kicking your legs and diving, excited to explore the deep and all its mysteries.

He stirs in his sleep and you roll back to face him, watching as he slowly surfaces from whatever dream he was lost in. His warm eyes, framed by such dark lashes, flutter open. When he sees you, laying on your side, facing him, he smiles slowly and reaches out a hand.

“Come here, cara mia.”

The thought of resisting doesn’t even cross your mind. You slide over into his arms, marveling at the feel of his body against yours, strong muscles, long legs. He presses a kiss to your temple, then nuzzles your neck affectionately.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You smile, tipping your head up to meet his gaze. Now may not be the right time to tell him everything you’re thinking. You don’t want to scare him away.

“No thoughts. Just....” You slide your hand over his chest, over the lean muscles of his abdomen, and then lower. His golden eyes flare bright with immediate hunger. His lips part as he exhales.

With a groan he pulls you to him and you close your eyes, letting his greedy mouth and wandering hands take you away.

This is only the beginning after all. You have plenty of time to figure out what's next.

A Year Later

“Now that’s just one review! The rest are all like it!”

You listen to Theo’s exuberant voice as he names all the various publications that are writing rave reviews about the film. Funny, everything you thought you ever wanted is coming true. You made a movie that is earning positive reviews across the board, with your performance hailed as a stand out, a tour de force unlike anything you’ve ever done. There’s already talk about awards and other dramatic parts and are you interested in endorsements?

And yet, you’re miserable.

Leaning back into the plush seat of the town car, you stop Theo’s voice message and tap on Instagram and, like a lemming drawn to a cliff, go to his page.

All comments are turned off and there is only one picture posted: a short message thanking people for their interest but he is on hiatus.

The post is six months old.

How did it all go so wrong? You had been so happy.

Your eyes fall closed and memories play themselves out in front of you, like a flickering movie reel from yesteryear.

You and Leonardo on his porch, cuddled together under a blanket as you watch the sunrise. He can’t stop touching you and you him.

Driving with him back to Southern California, his eyes widening when you pull into the driveway of your home, modest by Hollywood standards, a palace compared to his small wooden dwelling.

Your pool. Cold water. Hot mouths. His hand pressed against your lips, stifling your sounds even as he continues moving.

The paparazzi finding you after a few days of blissful privacy, snapping a shot of you two leaving Starbucks, his hand casually resting on your hip, thumb stroking the stripe of bare skin between your jeans and the hem of your shirt.

Your names splashed across gossip sites and social media. He gains thousands of followers in a matter of hours, people hoping he’ll post an image of the two of you together. An older picture of him from several years ago at an art gallery opening in SoHo is all they have and it is everywhere. And it is not enough. They want more.

They follow you home. They follow you to work. They follow you when you go out to eat. They follow you to appointments, to meetings, across town and back. They yell your name, they ask about him. They are relentless.

And then they start to follow him. To your home. To the restaurant where you’re meeting. To his home. They wait by the wooden house on the plateau, hoping to catch a glimpse of you and him. They yell your name, they ask about rumors, they demand to know when the wedding is.

They swarm you both like locusts blocking out the sun, sucking up all your air.

And then his paintings begin to sell. Never has there been such a demand. He can’t keep up. And he isn’t happy.

Because he says he did nothing to deserve it aside from being with you. No one cared before. He has not earned this success. It’s the side-effect of loving you. Side-effect, you repeat one night, staring at him across your marble kitchen island, that makes it sound like loving me is some kind of disease.

He cures himself by leaving. You wake up one morning and all his things are gone. He is a ghost who has vanished back into the nether of sea-spray and morning fog from whence he came.

All he leaves you with is a note, the paper torn from one of his notepads, in his messy, slanted writing: “I’m sorry.”

A note, and all the splinters of your broken heart.

And now you’re almost at your destination. The tiny bed-and-breakfast tucked away in a remote corner of the California coast. Your refuge from the rest of the world. The place you come to heal.

You’ve been here a few times since he left. The owners, Wolf and Jean, are like family. They took care of you before you became successful, when you were a starving artist looking for your big break, and have continued to do so even now, when you could easily stay at any five-star hotel across the globe but always come back here, to warmth and comfort.

The first time you came here after he left, they filled your room with macaroons, your favorite dessert. They must have heard the news from some entertainment program or maybe some celebrity news ticker. You could have killed the Starbucks barista who spoke to the press, saying how you suddenly were coming alone to pick up your coffee and how pale you were, your eyes red from crying.

Another time they subtly laid a newspaper on your bed. At first you weren’t sure why but then you saw the tiny article about Leonardo having a small but successful showing in Denmark, worlds away from the bright lights of Hollywood. Like a 1950’s schoolgirl, you had cut out the small black and white picture of him and folded it, hiding it in your wallet. Doing so felt both pathetic and comforting at the same time.

Another winding road, dipping between tree and rocky coast and then one final turn. The familiar blue and white building comes into sight and you can feel yourself breathing easier already. The car slows to a stop and a moment later, Abel opens the door for you.

“We’re here, chérie.” His champagne-colored eyes have a twinkle to them which leaves you wondering if he knows something you don't.

Forever ago, this place used to scare you with its pointed roof and close proximity to the edge of a very steep cliff. But it’s become your home away from home and you’re soothed by the sight of it.

“I’ll just get my—” Your weekend bag is already on the ground next to you and the town car is halfway down the drive. You frown slightly before hoisting up your bag. Well, he was sure in a hurry.

You bound up the familiar steps, opening the friendly blue door and step into the foyer.

“Jean? Wolf?”

Odd, they would normally be here to meet you, food and drink in hand.

You glance around, taking out your phone to make sure that you had sent them the correct date and time when you spot something hanging on the wall. Your fingers go numb and your phone falls, landing with a harmless thud on the thick carpeting.

Hanging on the wall is a new painting. It’s a woman, sitting on a beach at sunrise, wrapped up in an oversized, cozy brown sweater. Her head is tipped back, eyes closed, a serene expression on her face. It’s soft and romantic. Not a brushstroke wasted nor a color excessive.

The sea is a deep gray-blue.

The sky is a garden of pinks and lavenders and orange.

The woman is you.

You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

How....

“Cara mia.”

Like an apparition he is suddenly standing there, in the doorway. Not some memory or picture or dream, but Leonardo, flesh and blood, right there in the same room as you. The sight of him hits you like the full force of a typhoon, draining all the color from your face and sending you back a step.

As you recover from your shock, you notice now how nervous he is. His hands, normally so strong and steady, whether creating art or touching you, are shaking. He has dark circles under his golden eyes, shadows of what has been haunting him.

“Leonardo.” His name is twisted upon itself, hollow and aching when it passes your lips.

“May I speak? I have something to say to you. Please."

You nod, your breath held prisoner in your lungs, your wounded heart limps in circles in your chest, aching at the sight of him.

He draws a deep breath.

“I was a fool. I pushed you away because I was afraid. Your world is so much bigger than mine and instead of joining you, proud to be by your side, learning how to navigate new waters, I ran.” He pushes a hand through his hair, an inhale needed to steady his nerves. “That was wrong. I hurt you. I’m so sorry, cara mia. So deeply sorry for how stupid I was. I…I regretted it immediately but it was too late...Dio, sono un idiota.”

He shakes his head, defeated. The failure of words in the face of what he did is stark and he finds himself unable to go on. Nothing can begin to explain the festering regret he's lived with from the moment he walked out your door. He isn't good enough with words to explain how the minute he was heading away from you all he wanted to do was to turn back. How without you the world was drained of its vivacity, its color. He trapped himself in a gray existence of his own making and now his escape lies solely in your hands.

You breathe in and out, taking a moment before you respond.

"You did hurt me. Badly. But…." You take a second, searching for the right words. "I could have helped prepare you for what it means to be with someone like me. It was so much to ask of you to just be ok with your life suddenly being turned upside down. For that, I'm sorry."

Silence grows between you, thick as brambles and just as thorny. Neither of you can meet the other's gaze. It hurts, every second that ticks by without a word. Neither of you knows what to say, neither wants to leave. It is Leonardo who finally clears his throat, a throat where so many words are bottlenecking in their fury to get out.

"I'll leave you in peace then."

The words are clipped, his accent thick as emotion chokes him. The final, tenuous connection between you is close to crumbling. He's about to turn away when one word shoots straight from your heart like a rocket.

"Wait!!"

He freezes, his sunrise gaze locking with yours. Dare he have hope…..

The minute you start towards him he rushes to meet you.

And then you're in his arms and your cheeks are wet and he's holding you so tightly your ribs feel crushed but it doesn't matter because he's turning and turning, the world is spinning, your heart is rising light as a feather, and then your feet touch the ground again and he's showering your face with kisses, painting you in his love, holding the back of your head, whispering your name breathlessly over and over and over, a song, a declaration, a prayer.

You hold on to his neck, your laughter as bright as sunlight across the waves, returning his kisses with ones of your own, all over his beautiful face, kisses pulsing with hope, with desire, with promise.

He leans back, lowering his mouth to your ear and whispers. His words engrave themselves onto your heart and you pull away to answer him the only way you can answer something like that: with a kiss deep as the sea, tender as the night.

You've found each other again. And you'll never again be parted.

(What did he whisper? This fic is acrostic so check out the first bold word of every section) 💜

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @ikemen-writer @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @redheadkittys @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @tele86 @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight

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Omg, I've waited forever! Could I request an Adam Driver x gender neutal reader where they're his assistant on a movie set but they're super quiet and a bit intimidated by him. The reader is almost too quiet. After like a week of them tip-toeing around him afraid he's going to explode at any second Adam pulls them aside and tell them they're the best assisnt and gives them a big old bear hug the reader has a small meltdown of relif because they we're worried he was gonna flip out and fire them or worse.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

Not What He Seems

Pairing: Actor!Kylo Ren x Assistant G/n!Reader

TW: Cursing

A/N: Hello Anon, this was such an amazing request and absolute joy to write! I do not write for actors so this is an AU where Kylo Ren is an actor rather than Adam Driver! I hope you enjoy this! Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Word Count: 1.1k

Gif Credit: @lux-ace

There are benefits to working as an assistant in Hollywood, and you can't help but be thankful for having the opportunity. However, as with any profession, there were always drawbacks. When you worked as their assistant, you had to deal with obnoxious celebs, greedy directors, you name it. But you never imagined that one of the best performers of the decade would hire you as his assistant.

As an actor who took his roles seriously, Kylo Ren gave interviews that were concise and even a little cold. During the first two weeks after being assigned, you were tremendously anxious. You would mumble a humble "yes, sir" in response to Kylo's requests and then dash off to finish your tasks. Without a doubt, you didn't linger by his side any longer than necessary.

You respected him, yet you couldn't help but feel terrified. You can still remember the first day you met him as his new assistant.

You were in the middle of scanning through the roll call, checking the room to make sure everyone was accompanied. Earlier that day, you spent the last two hours answering phone calls for the director. It was very tiring, and you were happy to handle another task that didn't require much energy. However, it changed when your boss appeared with a grin on his face.

"(Y/N), I have another task for you during your time on this set." The director said, his pointer finger beckoning for you to approach him. The director was an older man with graying hair and a mustache in a gray-toned suit.

You tried not to outwardly sigh before getting up, keeping your clipboard in your hand as you approached.

"Yes, Sir?" You asked, looking up at the director with a professional expression on your face. "What exactly do you need me to do?"

The director could only grin more before replying, Yes, actually, you're going to be an assistant for our male lead! Do you think you can manage that?"

Oh great, another one.

Your professional mask slipped for a moment, and your eyes showed a hint of disapproval. However, you knew you weren't exactly in a position to refuse his request. "Of course, who will I be assisting, Sir?"

"That would be him." The director said, turning behind him before pointing across the room.

You glanced at where he was pointing, and you almost felt your heart drop to your stomach. Across the room, observing all the equipment with sunglasses concealing his eyes, was Kylo Ren.

"Sir, are we sur-" You started to say before the director interrupted you. He has a horrible habit of doing that.

"Try not to upset him too much; his last assistant was fired, and you know how that goes around here."

Your eyes widened as your mind processed what was being said. Before you could recover and politely ask to assist in something else, the director walked away, throwing a casual 'thanks' over his shoulder.

Great.

Your eyes returned to the towering presence observing the equipment; his face was stone-cold, and his concealed eyes made him seem like an enigma. You hesitated before checking the role call once more, hoping that perhaps he arrived at the wrong set and the director didn't check his cast like usual.

However, you were severely disappointed when, towards the bottom of the roll call, his name was mentioned.

Kylo Ren, Leading Male.

You were totally screwed.

It has been a few weeks and Kylo was seated in his very own director's chair, which featured his name attached to the back using velcro. Kylo was never fond of those chairs since they made his back ache when he sat in them. That, however, did not concern him in the slightest. Ever since he was given his newest assistant, he has always been left in a state of confusion or bewilderment.

He was certainly not oblivious; he was aware that his assistant had been avoiding him or making an effort to leave earlier than necessary. You only exchanged a few words with him, but you were always exact and prompt in your responses to his demands. He couldn't deny that you were his best assistant, but he couldn't understand why you were so afraid around him. He was eager to discover the reality of the situation.

"(Y/N)." Kylo muttered, appearing behind you while you were organizing the beverages on the table.

You jerked, almost dropping the soda cans you were holding. Before you could drop the beverages to the ground, you quickly set them down on the table and turned to face Kylo.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Ren?" You replied, your neck craned back due to his towering frame. You were so nervous that you could hardly stand still as you silently prayed that you hadn't done something wrong that you weren't aware of. "Is there something wrong?"

"Yes, actually."

Oh, fuck.

From your silence, Kylo proceeded to remove his sunglasses, revealing his hazel eyes. You noticed that he appeared to shuffle a little, almost as if he were feeling awkward. You couldn't help but be a little curious about what he needed to say at this point.

"I've noticed you've been avoiding me, and I want to know why that is." He said, looking down at you with his face remaining neutral.

"Sir, I didn't mean-"

"Listen, I just want to understand why you seem afraid of me." He explained, before crossing his arms. "I think you owe me that much."

"I'm sorry..." You muttered, your eyes brimming with tears. You avoided his gaze, instead facing the ground.

When Kylo noticed the tears forming in your eyes, his eyes widened. He couldn't help but feel almost ashamed and somewhat guilty about upsetting you.

"Please, don't cry..." He muttered, watching as the tears began falling from your eyes. He hesitated before stepping forward, slowly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a hug.

You gasped quietly, the unexpected hug catching you off guard. However, it wasn't unwelcomed as you slowly returned the embrace. Your head rested on his chest, and you listened to his breaths to calm down.

"Look..." He paused before continuing, "You're the best assistant I've ever had; you don't need to cry."

"Y-You're not going to fire me...?" You asked softly, sniffling.

"No, I'm not going to fire you." He chuckled, finding the idea a little absurd. "You can just...relax more around me, alright?"

He pulled away before putting his large hands on your shoulders, peering down at you with a small smile. "Can you do that for me?"

Without thinking, your own smile was appearing on your face, making you feel more calm.

"Yeah, I can do that." You whispered, nodding your head.

"Good." He replied before straightening up, his hands returning to his sides. He turned slightly, giving you one last glance before putting his sunglasses back on and walking away.

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mid0khan · 1 month

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I got tagged by @the-apocrypha in the last line game, so I'll share a little bit of the (really big) Sandman fic I'm working on (like seriously I went from 'only writes one shots' to 'start a 100-chapters-long project' with no transition and I don't know what I'm doing I can only pray it's good)

Anyway, enjoy

Hob stood across the street from the bookshop.

When Abel had told him there was an angel in London, and one with a passion for books and a knack for magic, he had hardly believed his luck. If the revelation hadn’t been immediately followed by Cain stabbing a butter knife in his brother’s head (“How dare you ruin a perfectly good mystery you miserable maggot!”), Hob would have hugged him. Cain had assured him such a “benign” wound would heal pretty quickly, and he had even proposed to burry Abel near the surface, so he would rise up more easily, but Hob had awoken before he had a chance to thank his unlucky informant.

Finding the bookshop had been easy enough, but Hob was now facing an unexpected difficulty.

The ghost car, the one he had seen driving itself and that had caused him to avoid Soho for years now, was parked right in front of the shop.

He had feared he would see it; he was in the middle of its territory after all. But he had never thought the thing would be waiting for him there.

Hob had been standing there, staring at his newfound adversary for at least half an hour. The thing hadn’t moved at all. It was waiting for its time to strike, no doubt. Hob had no choice but to try and get around the car to reach the shop’s door, and pray that the car wouldn’t have a sudden crave for blood.

He warily crossed the road, keeping his distance with the ghost car as much as he could. It didn’t move. He hugged the wall, slowly approaching the door while never taking his eyes off the beast. From up close, he could see what a beautiful car it was. He hadn’t seen this kind of Bentley in ages, and this one looked brand new! He would have been in awe if he hadn’t been so suspicious of the thing. He finally reached the door, all but fleeing away from the car with a sigh of relief.

When his eyes got used to the relative darkness of the shop, Hob gasped.

Books everywhere. Books on shelves so full they looked like they were going to crumble. Books in piles on the floor. Books on the stairs, because there was a mezzanine filled with books too. New books, old books, children’s tales next to things that really should not be read by children, big classics and very niche authors… It was untidy. It was crumpled.

It was lovely.

“Go away,” a voice slurred to Hob’s left, making him jump. “We probably don’t have what you’re looking for, and if we did, we wouldn’t sell it to you anyway.”

Hob had been so focused on the books, he hadn’t noticed the little reading space next to him. Slumped in a very old armchair, a red-headed man was staring at him, slightly menacing. He looed very out of place in the bookshop, with his old-rocker style and his sunglasses, but somehow, he also seemed to perfectly belong there.

“Weird way to handle a bookshop,” Hob mused, and the redhead hissed at him. “But I’m not here to buy anything, actually I have a book to show to M. Fell?”

The redhead raised an eyebrow, curious, all trace of aggressivity leaving his body.

“Oh! Well in that case, welcome. Aziraphale is out for now, but he should be back soon. You can wait for him here, take a sit.” With a lazy raise of his arm, he pointed to a chair, and after carefully putting the pile of books covering it away, Hob sat, trying not to stare too much.

He was sure he had already seen the man somewhere.

The thing with being immortal was that he had seen a lot of people. It wasn’t always easy to remember which face belonged to which name, or where and when he had met someone. But there were situations that were harder to forget than others.

He had frequented a few circles that were… not very legal, in the 60’s. He had missed the thrill that came with doing something forbidden, that he had grown up with as a mercenary, and he had been quite good at picking locks. He had made sure never to kill anybody (his life and the last century both had had enough death already, thank you very much), but still, it had not been as fun as it had once been. He had felt like a fraud, stealing alongside people who struggled to make ends meet when he himself had been richer than any of their victims.

But there had been a weird job, not long before he had left his group. Someone had offered thousands to simply walk in a church and steal holly water. Of course the client has made it look like a big coup, but Hob had not been fooled. He had refused the job. He didn’t want to risk getting dragged in some demon summoning or whatever.

The redhead was the spitting image of the client.

Maybe it was just a man looking a lot like his father. Or maybe it was the same person. A fellow immortal? Another angel? Something else?

Maybe he could help too?

“Could you take a look at the book, too?” Hob asked, making the redhead frown. “I really need advices on how to use it.”

“How to use a book? Well, usually, you’re supposed to read it.”

“This one is a bit special; besides, I can’t read it.”

Hob took the grimoire out of his Marlowe was better tote bag, and the redhead tensed

“Nope! Absolutely not.”

“Could you help me-”

“No.” The redhead stood and grabbed Hob, forcing him toward the door. “I’m not helping you with that, Aziraphale is not helping you with that, you get out and you never come back.” He pushed Hob out of the shop and slammed the door shut behind him.

Hob stood there, dumbfounded. Welp, that didn’t go as planned. What was he supposed to do now? Could he convince the redhead to let him back inside? Was there maybe another book-specialist angel in London?

He was snapped out of his thoughts by a squeal. He realized he was still in front of the bookshop’s door, and a white-haired man was standing in front of him, a look of bewilderment on his face, his hands flapping in front of him in excitement. The man pointed to the grimoire still in Hob’s hands with a shaking finger.

“Oh my, is it really… No, it can’t be, but it looks just like… Where did you… Come in!” The man grabbed Hob’s arm and dragged him back in the bookshop, while almost screaming. “Crowley? Crowley dear, you won’t believe what I just found!”

I am supposed to tag people there too, which makes me a bit nervous, so I'll tag @cuubism, @kydrogendragon and @mimisempai if you want to play, and if you don't, forget I ever tagged you

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your cool no matter what

Some of the ogs of my main blog @static-code-error-13 might know this one.

my oc Y is here, and my other oc minus I mentioned

Ty @biblicallyaccuratefour for the cover of the chapter one. Also my old tumblr name is on it so yeah.

Also sorry @cringecat69 I kinda changed the two x J thing cause I'm not much of that shipper but respect your opinion

now let's begin

seven pov:

it's was a normal day at the education playground, well as normal as it can get. Six and five were cringing on to my sister Y, while she was talking to eight.

Fourteen was upgrading the white board after six messed it up while doing some art. I can't even believe their my twin.

Me and x just got some icecream a few minutes ago. "Seriously x, why did you get any icecream for fourteen in the first place. I mean HE ATE TEN'S SKIN?!" I said pissed off at X's action. "He's still our brother, and YOU'RE twin". "yeah but still, he doesn't deserve icecream".

As we walked to fourteen, we started hearing wailing noises. "Whats that" X asked in a worried tone, I sighed in a annoyed but worried tone "it's nine" I sayed as I tryed to look at where the whales were coming from

"What should we do" X asked, I sighed again before I said anything "I'll go handle him" I said as I walked to the shade tree looking both Annoyed and worried.

Nine pov:

I was sitting under the shade tree. Crying my heart out, it been a while since I had my sunnies on, and I'm starting to worry without them, I won't be the cool number anymore.

When I herd a branch snap, ot made me jump out of my socks, well if I had any (line from @almostholysandwich oneshot). I looked to see seven holding an icecream leaning on the shade tree, looking both worried but annoyed

"Oh h...hey sev! What's up" I said sounding a little unconvincing that I'm ok "oh I don't know, you were wailing your heart out so I camr to check on you" seven said. "Whats wrong" she said again as they took a seat next to me

"*sigh* you wouldn't get it" I said looking concerned. "Hm? How so" sev asked "well it's embarrassing to say" "tell me, I won't laugh one bit" seven said in response to what I said

I sighed once more getting ready to explain "the reason i care about my rapper sunnies, I'm not the coolest number in the playground any more without them" I said looking embarrassed

I noticed seven looking at my arm, which had loads of bruises. "Oh-.... oh, I almost forgot about this" I said as a chuckled, seven grabbed my arm, getting a better view of the damage, as i blushed a bit at the sudden touch. "Six did this to you, didn't they" seven asked as my faced flushed with embarrassment.

"Y-yeah" I said looking away so seven didn't see my blushing face. "I don't understand what you see in six! Their abusive and you still call them your friend?!" Seven said, making me shocked that he cared so much about me. I sighed looking a bit sad at that comment. " Look I know six can be... problematic, but I still, to me their my best friend" "would a best friend hurt you" seven asked after my comment

"I- I guss not" I looked down at the ground slouching down out of sadness. Seven watched this happen looking like they felt bad for me. I felt Seven place their hand on me as I looked back at them "hey you don't need six, OR your sunglasses to make you cool. Your cool no matter what, ok?" Seven said to me Making me blush at his comment "your cool not matter what" it kept on echoing in my head. I Snapped out of it and finally responded "tha- thanks Seven, your not as mean as I thought you were" I said to Seven

All of the sudden, seven wrapped his arms around me, making my face flush like crazy.ive never had any physical attention that wasn't anything resorting to pain. I finally hugged back, letting out all that repressed emotions I've held in. Seven rubbed my back as I cried. "It's ok. Let it out" seven said helping me calm down.

After a few minutes I finally stopped crying being happy to have a real friend. "Thanks sev" I said as I sniffed a bit "no problem, I'm just happy I have a real friend here, ever since one left I've felt lonely" seven said to me having a genuine smile on her/his face

"SEV?! MOM SAID SHE NEEDS TO TALK TO US" we herd x yell out from a far. "Oh looks like I got to go, see you tomorrow" sev asked with a smile, unaware they have their hand on mine, making me blush madly. "Y-yeah, see you around" I said while stuttering making seven chuckle out of confusion. Seven got up still smiling out of joy

I looked back at the hand seven placed on. "Did he know that he did that? Did he not know? Why am I over analyzing this" I thought so many thoughts rushing through my head out of confusion on what just happened

Hope you like the updated version, I worked so hard on this

#bfb 79 #bfb nine x seven #algebraliens #7 x 9 #Bfb 97 #Xfohv #Bfdi seven x nine #Bfb seven x nine

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glitch-pep · 6 months

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Under the cut is a post talking about the designs I made for this Halloween post right here.

Alright I'll explain the thought process behind these, in order in which I designed them in.

1.) Charlie

For Charlie I was torn between two ideas, cowboy or pirate. Due to my bias for cowboys I was leaning more towards that but eventually a certain someone, you know who you are, I ain't gonna tag you >:D reconvinced me to go for the pirate idea due to the thief part and then I realized that an eye patch would cover her right eye so I was sold. Designing her costume was pretty easy to be honest, I just kept adding stuff to make her look cool. Also, I had to make a Hawkshaw reference, I couldn't possibly resist once I thought of it. I'll probably draw her as a cowboy eventually though. Also, I let her have sharp teeth in the final drawing, as a treat.

2.) Cursed Treasure

Due to the lyrics I came up with I needed to give Charlie some sorta cursed treasure, so I thought a cursed golden Barnaboo statue would look cute and do the trick. The eyes and bow are meant to be gemstones and I made the face looks off so that the cursed part is a bit obvious.

3.) Milo

I actually sketched Charlie's and Milo's designs and finished them in the same day. Milo's was a quick one, I knew immediately that he had to be a vampire cuz he would definitely be something that's somewhat elegant. The hair looked a bit weird to me so I put the sunglasses there to cover it up a bit, and honestly he's pulling it all off better than what I expected. Also his teeth are perfectly goofy enough as to where I can't take him 100% seriously, which is how it should be.

4.) Parasol

The parasol was an afterthought after I had already finished Milo's design. It's inspired by the parasols that Draculaura and Poppy Pointer have. Although I screwed it up by making the handle black instead of white in the final drawing, I was going to fix it but when I started doing that I realized that there's already a lot of white in his design so I kept the black handle.

5.) Mina

For Mina I had to go for the obvious option, a witch, mostly due to lore reasons. It's canon that Mina insists on being a witch every year for Halloween because she told the culdesac kids that "Witches show their true form on Halloween." and she has to keep up that story, although her mom doesn't want her to have the same outfit each year, so she makes a different witch outfit each time. It's a pretty regular outfit with a witch hat slapped on top, but for Mina it perfectly does the trick.

6.) Molly and Mr. T. Bear

It was all fun and games until I started to design Molly's costume. The first idea I had for Molly was for her to be the Tooth fairy. Perfect idea, right? It's somewhat sleep related, Mr. T. Bear can be a tooth and it'll look cute. That's what I told myself. After 3 days of furiously looking through the web trying to find some sorta inspiration or color pallete I actually like, I gave up on the idea. I hated all of the concepts I made to the point where I got tired of the idea. Thing is... I didn't know what other costume to give her. The only ideas I could come up with were: a bed bug, sleeping beauty and Molly and Mr. T. Bear as each other. I didn't like any of those enough, so, in a moment of desperation I asked my friend for help. She told me that she noticed a pattern between the costumes I picked, that all of them were some sorta villans. Vampire, pirate, witch... she was right... I didn't do that on purpose. If she hadn't told me I would've never noticed it... Anyways, she basically suggested that Molly could maybe be a wolf. I was like oh she could be a werewolf because of the full moon and she's a moon you get the gist. And then, later on, when I was looking through the web I came across a drawing of the wolf from Little Red Riding Hood dressed as the grandma. That's when it clicked in my head. Molly as the wolf and Mr. T. Bear as Little Red Riding Hood. I was sold and I ended up liking the designs and finishing them on first try. The friend mentioned here wanted to get credited this way, since she doesn't have any socials.

And that's about it! As much as I dreaded the process because it took me ages, I do think the effort paid off. I'll definitely draw these again! :>

#my ocs #my art #my oc's #my oc #mina #milo #molly moon #mr. t. bear #mr t bear #charlie #chaotic crossover au #I'm most likely not gonna design new costumes for next year-#I'll just reuse these since it's a shame that for three of them only half of the design ended up being visible-

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m0thisonfire · 2 months

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✨ for FauxProwl!

Thank you for the asks, Mousey!! <3

I… enjoyed writing FauxProwl again-

✨- “you look… nice.”

X- Ask game

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This wasn’t Prowl’s idea of a good idea. Then again, when has anything involving Faux Pas been a good idea?

He found he really didn’t want to answer that question, though it was running on loop through his processor as he adjusted the cuffs of his suit and watched fancily dressed humans mill in and out of the huge rented out museum. Yes, suit. Tonight he was using his upgraded holoform and dressed in a gold and black decorated tuxedo. Torture, really. It was tight, and stuffy, and he could barely move… if he needed to fight, he was either going to rip it on accident or be seriously hindered…

But it was Faux’s idea. And their only in to this party. More specifically, Porter Powell’s party, celebrating yet another one of his ‘business successes’.

Prowl needed information. Faux needed a plus one. And considering Porter’s Attack Dog rarely went out as it was, she was severely limited on options that weren’t her villainous acquaintances. So, she had reached out to her favorite rival and made an offer. Prowl accompanied her to the mandatory party her employer was throwing, she’d let him into the server room and he could gather intel to his spark’s content. A deal. Faux was nothing if not fair, and more than generous when it came to Prowl…

So he accepted. Foolishly, really, but he couldn’t deny her much, especially with such an offer against an enemy. Besides, if it was a trap of any sort, Prowl would know. Faux wasn’t exactly subtle when she was malicious…

With a sigh, he glanced around the lot again, wondering where on earth his ‘date’ for the night was. Usually she was early to this sort of thing, hating to be late to anything. Even mandatory get-togethers.

Thinking she must have decided to ditch the idea, he huffed with a shake of his head and turned to his alt mode to pick up his helmet, ready to leave at the smallest excuse. He would give her five more minutes. Then he would-

“Hey.”

Prowl’s visor gleamed when he heard her voice. Low and tired, already done with the night, same as him. Funny, neither of them were even inside yet.

“And here I thought you ditched me.” Prowl mused as he put his helmet back on the handle bar, “Just where have you b-… you…”

When he turned to her, Prowl trailed off as his eyes widened, not fully believing what he was seeing.

Faux Pas usually wore button ups, vests and slacks with a neat tie. She was known to be extremely adverse to anything ‘feminine’, and was quite content with her image,

The formal black and red spaghetti strap dress she was wearing did not fit that image. The split up the side of the dress showing her left leg and the black tights were certainly not helping with that image. And…

Prowl’s processor short circuited for half a second before he managed, “You… you’re wearing hee-”

“Yes, I know I’m wearing heels!” She snapped irritably as her hands clenched, that familiar tone making the mech’s gaze snap back to her face. He was momentarily glad she was still wearing sunglasses and her black face mask. He wasn’t sure what he would be thinking if she didn’t wear those- “Stop staring.” Faux ordered, snapping him out of his thoughts,

“Sorry! Sorry, I’m just…” What was he supposed to say? What was Prowl supposed to say to someone who usually didn’t dress like this? Without thinking, he said the first thing that came to mind, “Just surprised. You look… nice.”

For a moment, they just stared at each other. Prowl momentarily cursed himself for losing composure like that. It wasn’t like it was that profound. It was just his rival in a dress. A rival who… usually bantered and flirted with him in an outfit that she would usually never wear… that he was going to escort her in… or was she still escorting him-?

Another unbelievable sight rattled the usually stoic mech. A hint of red bloomed under the mask, the skin between her glasses and mask betraying the blush that was definitely forming. Faux looked away with a grunt, grumbling, “… Thank you. You don’t look half bad yourself.”

Without missing a beat, she closed the distance and plucked the visor off of the holoform’s face, attempting to regain control of the situation as she stated, “Lose the glasses. You don’t want to be recognized in there.”

If Prowl wasn’t so taken with her at that moment, he would have protested. For the moment, he just nodded, taking in the once in a lifetime sight before him with wide silver eyes. Faux clicked her tongue and snapped her fingers under his nose, hissing, “Hey! Focus. In, stay a few hours and get the intel, out. Nothing more, got it?”

“Got it.” He repeated immediately. He did get it. But… maybe masquerading for the night won’t be so bad if he could see Faux like this all night. Clearing his throat, he ventured lowly, “… So… nothing? Not even a few dances?”

Faux Pas paused as she considered it, her brows furrowing as she glared at him. Then she shook her head and sighed, “Fine. One dance.”

Despite himself, Prowl smiled. Mimicking an action he had seen countless times in old human films, he offered his arm to the human girl in an attempt at formality. She stared at him for a moment before accepting. As they stood side by side, arms interlocked, a rush of warmth swelled in the holoform’s chest as he cleared his throat.

“Alright. Let’s get this over with.”

#tfa prowl #faux pas #ask game #gf asks #faux in a dress look out-

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kamesama · 4 months

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— match-up trade: jjk.

for @averagetoyakinnie › match-up trades › tysm for hitting me up, i hope you like this! god bless you, you sent so much info that i tried to wrap it all up, but it gave me a clear image!

your match: gojō satoru. ( you predicted it, i hate that, but hear me out, i have an honour to defend and i am doing this justice )

karaoke nights. cool matching outfits. merch collection so carefully handled and displayed proudly. sweat rolling off the forehead, lungs out of breath, the basket-ball's slam against the ground echoing about; tension. sleepovers. tickling. getting so immersed into shopping that you forget about the passing of time. sunglasses. protectiveness. fingers in your hair. falling asleep mid-episode. peppermint candy canes. 'i'm in love' by tomoko aran. finishing one another's sentences. knowing smiles. running in the rain. sharing an umbrella. candles with odd scents. personal gifts. pats on the head. magical realism. the sound of water drops dripping from the sharp tips of melting icicles on a sunny winter day. white blossom flowers. dango. manga panels. post-it notes containing scribbled jokes, words written in tightly pressed black ink. rooftops. afternoon naps. confessing love in various languages. unique nicknames.

call out with a cheery ya habibi and gojō satoru shall twist his neck with a knowing smile on his face. unbound by routines, rules and requirements of societal norms, the honoured one is a whirlwind. nonetheless, he is plenty capable of giving the attention and love one may need, for he wields a grand amount of consideration despite his odd, lovable little ways. there is more than enough compassion with him to know a fine line between having shameless fun and going a little over the top. your senses, no matter how easily overwhelmed, are in safe hands, so rest assured.

he loves to tower over you. there is a sense of satisfaction that crawls right up his skin as he sees you bend your neck to catch his striking gaze, or at the very least search for it behind black cloth or darkened lenses. a pat on the head is sure to follow. there is plenty of other things that he adores, including the boldness of your fashion choices and self-expression presented on your shelves and in your drawers.

satoru is plenty confident to meet your standards, and where you'd rather not dwell deeper into a conflict, he would step in with an ice cold smile without a moment's hesitation. his shadow is long and broad; you can hide in it all you desire. in fact, satoru might just urge you to do so. give him a chance to show off, give him a chance to be reliable. however, in no way does he underestimate you; any battle you challenge him to, he accepts with the utmost of seriousness. you're a worthy competitor, and whether it be a gaming session or a basketball match, gojō knows he is bound to have a good time.

satoru respects your knacks for things, even if he chooses not to engage in some of your hobbies. he is naturally good at things, so he doesn't necessarily find fulfilment in besting a skill, but he most certainly finds joy in seeing you do your thing. quality time comes easy with him.

there is a plethora of similarities, but also plenty of complementing differences that come in nicely. satoru knows who to count on on field trips, when he drags you along with fushiguro, itadori and kugisaki. the moment yūji earns himself a little cut or bruise, gojō looks your way with an weary grin, wordlessly begging for a band-aid that he simply knows you carry with you.

it's the trust; it's the bond; it's the understanding that surpasses boundaries. although jolly, it takes gojō some time to be sincere and bare. with you, he can do that. and bet all your money and all else you so desire, but gojō satoru would go through hell and back to assure your safety and merriment.

other matches: getō suguru.

thank you for reading!

— kamesama.

#jjk #jjk match up #match up #jujutsu kaisen #averagetoyakinnie

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androidcharles · 1 year

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The One Where Ellie and Henry Find Out

A small memory fic while I sort out my ideas. This is a month after CtM happened. Charles hasn't been honest about what he is. And Henry and Ellie are about to find out whether he likes it or not.

TW for mentions of death and of course, robo gore as well

Charles heard a small beeping outside of his head as he flinched, reaching over and slamming down on the alarm clock. He groaned, looking at it carefully before letting out a small gasp. It was six thirty.

“Oh no…” Charles said softly as he suddenly stood up. Every process in his mind was telling him not to as he flinched, feeling a jolt of electricity go through him. After he finally calmed down, he let out a small sigh as he cried out, suddenly realizing he had no time to fool around. He shot up, running around his room, struggling to get dressed as he rushed into the bathroom, grabbing a specially made tooth brush and brushing his teeth quickly before he ran out. He quickly ran a comb through his messy hair as he tied it into a ponytail, putting on his shoes as he rushed out the door, slipping his bomber jacket on as he rushed down the hall.

“Good morning Charles, oh!” A couple of scientists jumped back as Charles rushed past them.

“No time to chat, I’m late!!” Charles shouted. One of them let out a small sigh as he smiled at the other.

“Not much has changed…”

“Quenton’s gonna have an earful for him when he gets there.”

Charles finally burst out of the science and research building, practically running at top speed across the base as he headed to the helicopter hanger.

“I’M LATE, I’M LATE I’M LATE I’M LAAAAAATTTEE!!” Charles shouted as he opened the door to the office, seeing Quenton standing at the door with a hard look on his face.

“You sure are Calvin…” Quenton said, rolling up a magazine and bopping on him on the head with it.

“Seriously!?” Charles shouted as Quenton let out a sigh.

“Charlie, I know that you’re still very young… by your standards…” Quenton said, “But didn’t Galeforce buy that alarm clock for you so you would actually get up on time for once?! You can’t always rely on your internal clock you know!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I guess I just got all caught up in my dream simulation!” Charles said.

“What were you dreaming about that was so important anyway?” Quenton muttered, “C’mon, the new recruits aren’t gonna wait forever. You have to train them, remember?”

“AH! Right, right…” Charles said as he followed Quenton, feeling an itch at his hard drive. What was he dreaming about? A windmill maybe? Either way, he got started with the day, training the new recruits in flying techniques and such. After about seven hours of this, Charles finally stepped into the locker room, letting out a small sigh as he leaned against the lockers.

“Done for today… done forever…” Charles said.

“Hard time, huh?” Liam said through his scarf, handing Charles a can of cola. Charles didn’t have the heart to tell him he couldn’t drink it, so he took it, smiling gratefully.

“I guess you could say that,” Charles said, “They’re a bit of a handful, but you always seem to handle the afternoon classes so well.”

“That’s because they know better than to cross me!” Liam said, adjusting his sunglasses.

“Well, good luck. I’m off for the day,” Charles said, “Unless they call me back here for another mission.”

“Have a nice evening,” Liam said, waving to Charles as he left the locker room, stepping out into the fresh air. He felt the soft breeze on his face, smiling to himself as he walked through the base. The late September air felt so clear and crisp and with the leaves changing colors all across the base, it was almost like a fairy tale.

“Charles!!” he heard someone shout. He flinched as he saw Ellie and Henry standing behind him, all smiles as Charles practically jumped for joy, barreling towards them and hugging them tight.

“Wow, Charles, you really missed us? You just saw us yesterday!” Ellie said.

“Yeah, but that’s a long time you know!” Charles shouted, “You have no idea!” Henry giggled as he returned the hug, smiling at him. Charles had to admit, Henry had become a lot more open since he had met him. When he first started becoming friends with him, he had run away from Charles’ hugs. Meanwhile, Ellie seemed to really enjoy them a lot, full force accepting the hug when she first met him.

“Man, you’re super warm. How do you do that?” Ellie asked.

“Uh, good genes, I guess. Uh, hey, I have this cola here if one of you guys wants it,” Charles said.

“Still on that diet, huh?” Ellie said, taking the cola from his hands as Henry whined a bit.

“Rock, paper, scissors Henry!” Ellie said, balling her hand into a fist. Henry gritted his teeth, a bit more determined than usual as he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned to see Rupert, smiling at him.

“Finally off for the day?” Rupert asked.

“Yeah, how about you?” Charles asked.

“I’m free for lunch, but I’ve still got a few hours to go. It’s such a drag I swear. Even when I’m not a new recruit, I’ve still got so much work to do, you know? Negotiating with the Wall is such hard work,” Rupert said, “We’ve been trying to get some big players from them, but they’re insisting on keeping them. It’s so unfair…”

“Well, what do you expect?” Ellie said, “The place is full of hardasses. But after everything that happened when me and Henry escaped…”

“Geez, I remember. You know, in the negotiations, they were going on about how they really wanted you guys,” Rupert said, “It’s so stupid, in all honesty… well… if I had to choose… Henry maybe.”

Henry narrowed his eyes at Rupert before raising a middle finger up at him, which caused him to growl a little.

“Hey, hey, now guys…” Charles said, “If we’re all free for lunch, why don’t we go somewhere to eat, huh?”

“Where should we go?” Ellie said, “Gouda’s?”

“Oh definitely!” Charles said.

“Sounds good. If Dave’s awake, we should invite him too,” Rupert said, “How does that sound?” Once the plans were confirmed, the four of them headed out of the base, letting General Galeforce know they’d have Rupert back in about an hour or so.

- - - - -

The four of them had met up with Dave at the restaurant and were seated at their usual booth as they started to talk amongst themselves. Charles glanced at the four of them as Rupert pulled out his phone and began to type on it.

TheFinalBastion101: Say, have you told them yet?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: About what?

TheFinalBastion101: You know what. You got permission from the general. Why don’t you tell them already?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Ah, well They haven’t really asked so

TheFinalBastion101: You’re waiting for them to ask? Isn’t that kind of dumb?

xXBold_Action_ManXx: I know it’s silly but I’m not used to being able to tell people you know! Also I’m afraid of how they’ll react you know

TheFinalBastion101: I’m pretty sure they won’t treat you any differently than when they didn’t know. Look, you know I’m not fond of Henry and Ellie is I’m kind of on the fence about her but They’re pretty sharp despite how they are. They’re going to find out eventually and when they do find out from someone who isn’t you, how do you think they’ll react?

Charles let out a small sigh as Ellie ordered for the table. He knew he would have to tell them he was an android sooner or later. Ellie may be slow in other aspects, but she wasn’t slow when it came to noticing little details. And Henry obviously knew something was up, because he would often look at Charles a little too hopefully from time to time.

“So, what are your guys plans for this weekend?” Ellie said.

“I still have to teach classes on the weekends, so I’ll be pretty busy,” Charles said.

NOTHING MUCH, Henry said, JUST GONNA RELAX AS MUCH AS I CAN.

“I have more negotiations to go through, but they don’t want to waste the money if it’s gonna be difficult. We might as well just let the Wall have those Toppats and worry about the rest later…” Rupert said.

“Ah, I have Sunday off. If you guys aren’t busy after maybe… one thirty, I could hang out,” Dave said, trying to feel included, “I mean-!”

“It’s no trouble Dave, seriously,” Rupert said, “I might be able to escape for long enough to play around a little.”

I WON’T BE BUSY. UNLESS WE GET ANOTHER CASE, Henry said.

“We’ve been working a lot of government cases, right? It’s no trouble at all though, because it means we get to see our favorite boy Charlie here! Huh, Charlie!?” Eliie said, putting her arm around his shoulder.

“Mm hm!” Charles said.

“What’s wrong? You seem kind of distant…” Ellie said, “Are you gonna tell us something important?”

“Is something wrong Charles?” Dave asked. Charles chuckled as he waved his hands at them as Rupert rolled his eyes.

TheFinalBastion101: You should tell them.

xXBold_Action_ManXx: Ah but I’ll tell them tonight. If we’re not too busy.

Rupert narrowed his eyes at him, letting out a low growl.

“Oh, I see what’s going on… you two are dating aren’t you?!” Ellie shouted, pointing at Rupert and Charles.

“Ah! Ah no, I haven’t, I mean I shouldn’t I mean-!” Rupert blushed a deep red as he covered his mouth, whimpering a bit as Charles chuckled a little. Their teasing was interrupted by the food arriving. They switched topics after a bit of eating, trying to keep the mood lighthearted when suddenly Charles got a ping on his messenger.

H_Galeforce: Hey, Charlie, sorry to interrupt you while you’re in the middle of lunch, but a big emergency just came up. I know it’s short notice, but I wouldn’t be bothering you if it wasn’t important. I promise I’ll cover your guy’s bill if you come right away. And make sure you bring Stickmin and Rose as well. Get over here as soon as you can please.

“Oh dear…” Charles muttered, “We might need the to go boxes a bit early…”

“Huh, seriously?” Ellie said.

“Sorry, it can’t be helped. The general wants us to come back to base right away. It’s an emergency, he said,” Charles said.

“Ah, I see…” Ellie said as Rupert immediately called the waiter over. Henry stood up and started to make his way back to the front of the restaurant as they put away their food and told Dave to have a good day.

- - - - -

Charles gripped the control stick of the helicopter, thoroughly in his element. He let out a small sigh as every single processor in his head fired off at once. The situation was pretty dangerous. Apparently, a hostage situation had escalated out of control pretty badly. Team Triple Threat was tasked to getting out the hostages safely and hopefully capturing the person responsible as well.

There were bombs, of course, so they had to approach the situation carefully. He hovered the helicopter a reasonable distance, spotting two people talking to each other outside. Considering their looks and the weapons, they couldn’t possibly be police officers.

“There’s two people outside of the building right now, you two. I have a feeling one of them will have some information for us. Do you almost have everyone out?” Charles asked.

“Almost. There’s a little girl who isn’t really cooperating,” Ellie said, “She’s really scared.”

“Well, ask her mom or dad to help you,” Charles said.

“Um… her mother… she was…” Charles felt a horrible pit in his stomach as he gulped, mostly out of habit.

“Oh… oh I see…” Charles said softly, “Hm?” The two people who were talking were now pointing at Charles. Oh no…

“Guys, you really wanna hurry up, I’ve been spotted,” Charles said.

“Don’t worry, Henry has a plan for the little girl. I’ll try to get out as soon as I can. I think I see the main dude right now…” Ellie said, “Do you think you can get out of there safely and inconspicuously?” Charles saw one of the men rush into the building.

“Not anymore…” Charles whispered, “Don’t worry about me, Ellie and Henry. Just find a way out and hopefully things will turn out alright.”

I WILL WORRY ABOUT YOU, Henry tapped in morse code.

“I said don’t worry. If you do, than you’ll lose focus. Just concentrate on the mission, OK?” Charles said, “I’ll see if I can’t find a way to fly off without being hit.”

“You don’t think they have anything that can take you down, do you?” Ellie asked.

“I sure hope not,” Charles muttered as he started to fly off a little bit. He observed around the building, noticing the small crowd of people a good ways away from it. He saw Henry and a small girl, who had been crying her eyes out very recently. Henry patted her head as he beckoned for her to follow him towards the group.

“But, my momma!!” the girl cried out as Henry shook his head.

“I wanna go back… I have to say good-bye…” she said softly.

“You will… in… due time…” Henry forced himself to say. He didn’t really like speaking to strangers, but he had to provide some form of comfort (plus she didn’t look old enough to know sign language yet).

“Henry, the situation might have escalated out of control. I’m gonna try to get out as soon as I can, but there’s a lot of shouting and shit. If you can get in here and help me, than I would really appreciate it!” Ellie said.

“Stay here. Please,” Henry said. The girl nodded her head as she ran towards the group, Henry dashing as fast as he could towards the building. He didn’t care about being noticed anymore, he just wanted to save Ellie as quickly as he could.

“Henry, I’m gonna try to get out of sight. Let me know when-” Suddenly the feed cut off as he heard an explosion outside.

“Charles?” Ellie whispered, “Charles?!” Henry gulped but he shook his head.

It has to be this way. He’ll be fine… he has to be fine. He rushed down the hallway as he entered the main room where the hostages were being kept, already seeing three burly looking guys shouting at each other.

“Andrew said he took down the government chopper, but where there’s one government agent, there’s a dozen more in the brush! We gotta find them!” one shouted.

“Calm down. They could have just aborted mission and gotten the hostages to another location. We’ll find them and we’ll smash their brains in. And we take a few civilians out if we have to, just to show them who’s boss!” another said.

Disgusting, Henry thought, What are my options universe?

A grenade. It would work in theory. But Henry usually had pretty bad luck with grenades. Especially when said grenade was actually a smoke bomb.

Smoke ‘em out! Could have sworn that was a grenade...

It doesn’t work that way unfortunately.

A lightsaber. That could intimidate them enough to back off, but in the end, he would end up slicing his own hand off.

So who’s the father?

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

A chain. That could work to say the least. Henry swung the chain around as he whipped the chain around, striking the first person he saw. The other two charged him as he dodged quickly, running around before strapping the chain to a nearby shelf, tangling the brutes in the chains before they finally collapsed in a heap.

How should I keep them here I wonder?

A rope, maybe? Henry would tie the rope together only for the crooks to wriggle free from it.

That’s KNOT right!

KNOT funny…

Maybe some handcuffs? He quickly pulled out enough pairs for each of them. Feeling satisfied, he walked off only to find himself handcuffed to one of them.

Seriously, how did you do that?

I WISH I KNEW!!

Henry groaned as he finally pulled out a stapler and stapled the crooks shirts to the wall. All three of them were extremely confused, just as confused as Henry that it worked.

“HENRY!!” He flinched as he rocketed out of the room and saw Ellie being held at gunpoint by one of the brutes.

“Hello there… you must have been sent by the government. That pilot of yours probably didn’t make it out of the chopper in time. And as for your friend here… I’ll splatter her brains out if it’s the last thing I do!”

OPTIONS UNIVERSE, OPTIONS!!!

Without thinking, he grabbed a grappling hook and fired it straight at the brute, which caused him to flinch and drop his gun. Luckily, the pain from Henry misfiring distracted him long enough for Ellie to hook her arm under his and flip him over.

“GAH!” he cried out, trying to find another weapon before he was swiftly kicked in the head by Ellie.

“Geez, that was close. Where are the others?”

STAPLED TO THE WALL. IN THE STORAGE ROOM DOWN THERE, Henry signed, pointing down the hall.

“Seriously? Well, let’s give the all clear so the officers can come in and make these arrests.” Ellie switched frequencies as Henry ran off to find Charles.

“Attention all officers, everything is clear. Hostages are rescued and the perps have been apprehended. We have three in the storage room in the backrooms and two who are unconscious right now in the main room,” Ellie said as she followed Henry out.

She followed him out to the parking lot, where she saw the wreckage of the helicopter. It was currently in flames, the smell of burning gasoline in the air as she walked over to it.

“Charles?” she said softly as Henry shook a bit, looking straight at her with a bit of worry in his eyes.

“I’m… I’m pretty sure he’s fine! Maybe…” Ellie said, but she was a bit worried herself. She didn’t want to think about how badly he was injured. Or worse.

“G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-guys?” they heard someone say behind them. They turned to see Charles limping towards them. But something was way off about him. There was a huge gash in his chest where he had been impaled in the stomach, his arm was coming off of his shoulder, his fingers were sticking out everywhere, his leg was barely attached to his body, and parts of his face seemed to be ripped a bit.

Except there was no blood. Only mechanical sparks and wires as Charles limped towards them.

“GuuuuUuuuUuuyyyys?” Charles said, his eyes blinking different colors as he shook, “Is that you?”

“Ch… Charles?” Ellie said, “What the heck are you?”

“Huh? What, oh this? This this this this this this this is nothing…” Charles suddenly fell flat on his face as Ellie jumped. His arm was barely hanging on to a couple of colored wires and his inseams started to emit some steam as Henry’s eyes widened.

“Rose? Stickmin? What’s going on out there?” they heard Rupert asked over the radio.

“Uh, hey, Rupert, I think Charles needs a doctor… or a technician. Whatever works best for… robots…” Ellie said.

“Wait, what happened?!” Rupert shouted.

“You’ll have to come out to the parking lot and see. Even I can’t understand what’s going on. Right Henry?” Ellie asked. Henry nodded his head as he stared at Charles’ body, mangled up from the helicopter crash.

Just what was Charles Calvin?

- - - - -

Ellie paced the floor of one of the break rooms in the science and research facility while Henry sat on the couch, pressing his hands together nervously as he tried to remain calm. They were finally back at the base. After the mission briefing they gave General Galeforce, they had been allowed to come in here to see about Charles’ condition.

There had been some arguing about whether or not it was necessary, but General Galeforce said that if Ellie or Henry had been in the same condition, he’d want to be there, too. He seemed a bit disappointed that things had turned out the way they did.

“What is Charles? Those sparks, the wires, his face… it was all mechanical! Is he like a top secret government experiment!? Are you gonna kill us now?!” Ellie had shouted.

“No, there won’t be any unnecessary deaths,” General Galeforce had said, “Especially since you guys had clearance to know about it anyway.”

“What?”

“Hm?”

General Galeforce had let out a small sigh as he glanced at Henry and Ellie.

“That’s something that he’s going to have to discuss with you. It’s time he was honest, no matter how afraid he is…” General Galeforce had said, “Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to get this paperwork done please.”

So here they were, waiting in the break room after a few minutes of arguing. Ellie opted to sit on the couch with Henry as he sighed, leaning his head against Ellie’s.

“So… that’s just how it is,” Ellie muttered, “I wonder what Charles really is than. General Galeforce isn’t gonna say anything to us.”

“Do you… do you really want to know?” Henry asked.

“Do you know what he is?” Ellie asked. Henry shook his head. He had vague memories of other timelines sure… where Charles had revealed the truth. But even than, he couldn’t quite understand it.

ITS BETTER IF YOU HEAR IT FROM CHARLES, Henry said, EVEN IF I KNEW, I DON’T THINK I CAN EVEN BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND IT.

“Ms. Rose? Mr. Stickmin?” one of the scientists opened the door, looking to the two as they stood up straight.

“No need to be so formal. Anyway, Charles will be fine. Some rest, a bit of repairs here and there, and he’ll be fine tomorrow morning,” the scientist said.

THANK YOU, Henry signed.

“Yes, thank you so much for letting us know what’s going on. Um, by the way!” Ellie shouted. The scientist stopped at the door and turned towards Ellie. She squinted at the scientist's name tag before continuing.

“Dr…. Abigail. I know this is a strange question, but, what the heck is Charles?”

“Oh, that’s not a strange question at all. Hm, let’s see…” Dr. Abigail smiled fondly at them before turning back towards the door.

“That’s something I’m afraid Mr. Calvin will have to discuss that with you on his own,” Dr. Abigail said as she headed out the door, “Come back tomorrow morning around say seven or eight AM. He’ll be just as chipper as ever. Especially after seeing you two.”

“Isn’t there a way we can see him now though…?” Ellie said softly as Henry placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Guess there’s nothing for it. We’ll see ya tomorrow Charlie…” Ellie said softly as they walked out of the break room.

The next morning, Ellie and Henry approached the science and research building, both carrying presents and flowers as they walked towards the elevator. They were told by a scientist in the building that Charles was currently in his room on the third floor of the building.

“So he lives here? No wonder he’s late all the time…” Ellie muttered as they went up the elevator.

Meanwhile, Charles was sitting in his room, bending his fingers and sighed a little. He had his knees up to his head as he pulled the blanket over him, trying to think about what he was going to say to Ellie and Henry. He gazed outside the window, seeing the early morning light pooling into his room. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his door.

“Mr. Calvin. Your friends are here to see you!” someone on the other side said.

“Uh… let them in!” Charles said. Ellie opened the door with a flourish as she looked at Charles.

“Hey Charlie!” Ellie said, “How are ya?”

ARE YOU “um…” PUT BACK TOGETHER ALRIGHT? Henry signed as Charles chuckled.

“As put together as I can be. Thank you,” Charles said.

“We brought you presents,” Ellie said, “I figured you would like a pick me up after all the surgery, you know.”

“Ah, you guys didn’t have to,” Charles said.

“We wanted to. We insist,” Ellie said, “So why don’t you tell us what just happened back there? I mean, I know your helicopter crashed, but your body…” Charles was afraid of this. He let out a small sigh as he looked out the window, his head going side to side as he turned it over in his head.

“OK, but you have to promise that no matter what… I’m still Charles… right?” He looked at them with his soothing green eyes as Ellie smiled gently and Henry placed his hand over Charles’, nodding his head. He took a deep breath before finally spitting it out.

“I’m an android!”

Ellie and Henry sat in stunned silence as Charles shook a bit, crossing his arms over his chest as he did.

“I’ve… I’ve been an android for… as long as I can remember, actually,” Charles said, “One day I woke up in the science building here and before I knew it I was living here with my dad.”

“There’s a lot of holes in that sentence. First of all, as long as you can remember? How long is that? And were you built by the government? Or someone else?” Ellie asked.

“I wasn’t built by the government. Well, I kinda was. I was part of a secret project that developed security droids to help protect people who could afford them. But it was shuttered and forcibly shut down once word got out that they would sell to criminal groups as well,” Charles said, “I was a… scrapped defective android that was found on site and repaired by one of the scientists here. He and Galeforce… well they basically became my adoptive fathers.”

“How come we haven’t met your dad?” Ellie asked.

“Oh, because… he’s dead. He actually died a while back, after my second birthday,” Charles said, “There were some moles and… I… I don’t like to talk about it.”

YOUR SECOND BIRTHDAY? HOW OLD ARE YOU NOW? Henry said, a sort of mischievous smile on his face.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to ask that question yet considering the situation,” Ellie said, slapping Henry on the back of the head, “Sorry. I’m pretty sure your dad was a wonderful man.”

“Mhm! I was actually named after his brother. He died in a government raid of the Toppat manor. Apparently, he got close to one of the members so he could get information about them,” Charles said.

“Aw, that’s sweet,” Ellie said, “So, that’s it. You’re just an android.”

“Yeah… like I said, for as long as I can remember,” Charles said, “I don’t really have any special features. I enlisted so I could help others and save people. I started to naturally gravitate towards flying because dad- er, General Galeforce noticed how much I loved building models of planes and stuff. See?” Charles pointed out the shelves with tons and tons of models all lined up in a row.

“Ah, I see,” Ellie said, “And well… can I ask one more thing?” Charles tipped his head to the side as he narrowed his eyes at them.

“If it’s about my age than… I’m seven years old OK?! But that’s like in android years! I’m practically an adult compared to other humans my age!” Charles shouted.

“OK, OK, I get it, but I was going to ask why you didn’t tell us this before. Was it supposed to be a secret?” Ellie asked.

YEAH, WAS IT? Henry signed at him. Charles placed his chin between his knees as he nodded his head, than shook it, than nodded it again.

“Yes, but no?” Ellie asked.

I’M CONFUSED…

“I mean, I’m supposed to keep it secret because if a whole lot of people knew that the government employed an android… a lot of ethics concerns would rise up. Very few people know that I’m actually an android. I was given permission to tell you guys and even Dave, but…” Charles glanced to the side, letting out a small sigh.

“But what?” Ellie asked.

“When I started to think about how differently everyone treats me because I’m an android, I start to get a little scared,” Charles said, “I didn’t want to say anything because I was afraid that if you guys knew that I was an android… you wouldn’t treat me the same way as you treated me before.”

“Remember what you made us promise earlier?” Ellie asked, “That no matter what that you’re still Charles? Well that’s still true. Doesn’t matter what you are or anything.”

IT DOESN’T MATTER IF YOU’RE AN ANDROID, AN ALIEN, OR A FOUR ARMED MONSTER, YOU’LL ALWAYS BE CHARLES TO US, NO MATTER WHAT, Henry said, smiling at him kindly, AND WE’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT. Charles eyes started to display tear drops as he sniffled, smiling at them.

“Thank you,” Charles said, “Thank you so much, you two. I love you guys, too.” He pulled them into a great big hug, which both of them accepted gratefully.

Charles smiled as he looked the window again, seeing the sun shining through his window and feeling a sense of ease over himself.

I guess I had nothing to worry about...

#the henry stickmin collection #the narrators stories #charles calvin #fanfic #fanfiction

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gldenhrs · 1 year

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(—) ★ spotted !! luciana “ luna “ santiago on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid ! many say that the 22 year old looks like cindy kimberly , but i don’t really see it. while the model / socialite is known for being passionate my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be irresponsible i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song crazy by aerosmith .

* ◞ ╰ general .

full name : luciana kristiyana santiago . nicknames : goes prominently by luna , only her dad calls her moon . birthdate / zodiac sign : april 12th / aries . birthplace : madrid , spain . sexual orientation : bisexual / heteroromantic . family : victor “ vic “ santiago ( lead singer in Aerosmith ) & indah prasetya ( band’s groupie ) languages spoken : fluent in english & spanish , conversational in indonesian . pets : two cats named freddie purrcury & madam meow occupation : model / socialite . love language : physical touch . + traits : passionate , adventurous , enchanting , valiant , energetic , optimistic , affectionate & honest . - traits : dramatic , stubborn , querulous , insecure , irresponsible , impulsive , impatient & moody . aesthetic : red lipstick on plump lips , freshly baked coffee , spontaneous dance parties , strawberry lemonade on hot summer nights , heart shaped sunglasses , pigmented eyelids , european music festivals , setting off firecrackers at midnight , laughter floating through a room , missed calls at 2am , ripped bralettes , bare chest in the mornings . muse inspo : fran fine ( the nanny ) , francesca farago ( too hot to handle ) , kelly taylor ( 90210 ) , rachel green ( friends ) , jackie buckhart ( that 70s show ) , hanna marin ( pretty little liars ) , phoebe halliwell ( charmed ) , kiara ( outer banks ) , gabrielle solis ( desperate housewives ) , caroline forbes ( the vampire diaries ) , stassi schroder ( vanderpump rules ) , maddie perez ( euphoria ) .

* ◞ ╰ quick history .

victor “ vic “ santiago ( aka luna’s dad ) is a famous lead singer in a rock band . think steven tyler from aerosmith ! ! so basically , growing up she’s been constantly surrounded by GOOD 80s rock music & being on the road which definitely shaped her personality .

luna’s mother , a groupie , is someone who followed the band around on the road for numerous years , but vic never took her seriously ( only took them to bed ) & the only reason she even got pregnant with luna is because vic wanted a child , knowing he would most likely never marry .

soooo , incomes luciana “ luna “ santiago , his pride & joy , his MOON . yes , he actually calls her that bc he’s always had an obsession with the stars & constellations . tbh luna’s been the love / light of vic’s life from the moment she was born , adored by not only her dad , but the band , team & fans too !

as for her mother * cough * , who knows where she is now , she doesn’t stay in touch tbh , only comes in town every couple of years to “ see her “ aka “ ask for money “ .

with the better part of early years where she was home schooled due to her dad’s insane tour schedule , luna was always an insanely energetic & menace of a child , constantly running around , causing trouble , etc !

at some point , she realized just how much she LOVES traveling , nature & being barefoot . yes , kind of a wanderer but who can blame her when she grew up with 80s rock legends ? ? so , she spend almost every waking moment traveling to exotic places , going to music festivals , walking bare chested in the mornings , painting landscapes ( SHE’S V TALENTED ) , having spontaneous dance parties at 3am , etc !

as far as doing things outside of being a socialite / a nepo baby go , she’s been in her dad’s music videos since she was 15 ( think liv tyler in crazy ) , and in many others , which naturally resulted in a numerous calls for modeling gigs , tv shows …. she took some modeling jobs out of fun & recently also out of pure fun , went to a famous tv show called “ too hot to handle “ ( think francesca farago here’s inspo hehe : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2rUY_xAF0T0 ) . in a way , the only reason she went to that show was to show the world she can be something other than vic santiago’s daughter , so here she is ! !

* ◞ ╰ personality & dating life .

luna’s a bit of a spoiled brat which is a given , & while she does come across a textbook example of a nepo baby with no real world problems , she’s really not bc she never cared much about the fame she just likes having FUN .

v v enchanting & can charm her way out of any bad situation & make u swoon . tbh 10/10 she’ll annoy the living shit out of u or u’ll find her irresistible lol .

given her spanish roots , she can be hella’ dramatic just like her fav characters in telenovelas , but beside that she’s a truly good person with a good heart ok ! ! she just has a flair for dramatics , throwing fits , pouting & making puppy eyed faces whenever things don’t go her way .

can be hella hella flirtatious to a point she doesn’t even realize the effect she has on other people & more often than not she leads people on ? ? she regrets it later but eh .

loves to party , drink , dance , wear skimpy outfits & kiss on the lips but also wear mickey mouse pajamas while someone softly combs through her hair ? ? yeah , she needs to grow up . also kind of LIVES for summer & music festivals where she can just dress in glitter & fall in love with a different person every night !

v fun to be around bc she hates being bored & is impatient af ! she can’t stand being in one place for too long soooo catch her doing v dumb , impulsive decisions while bored like jumping on her father’s private jet to pet a koala in australia , go bungee jumping or snapping u a nude bc she’s bored at home jfnerjfgjsrgf .

some cute headcanons ? ? ok , here we go ! ! to this day loves watching telenovelas & she might cancel her plans with u to binge watch them ( like rebelde , rubí , pasion de gavilanes , la reina del sur … ) , still cries like a baby when mufada dies or miguel & mia break up , very childish & dumb at times but will also surprise u with some random wisdom at 2am , will react if someone offends her or her friends best believe she’ll throw a dramatic telenovela shit in public & call u “ un desgraciado “ lmao .

* ◞ ╰ connections .

she could use a squad ? like PLS . i want her to have a squad of friends she can party with and overall do dumb shit lmao .

also her BFFS . the thelma to her louise , the cassie to her maddie ! ! overall just two muses who are her family & they’re always tagging along w her , like vic probably treats them like his children too !

someone she’s dating atm but it’s nothing too serious , maybe he’ll end up breaking up with her or she’ll break up with him we’ll see but main thing is they WON’t last bc they’re messy af & luna’s heart isn’t 100% in this .

a close friend who party & hookup with other people when they’re out but always end up going home together & having this super open friendship where they have no problem hooking up with each other 6/7 days of the week ? ?

also gimme caleb fuck buddies that everyone ships & one of them is in love with the other while the other seems them just as a good time ? ewfjwesbf.

also also gimme a messy ex plot where they are constantly on / off & the fans love em but they’re just so fucking toxic ? ? maybe bc they’re too alike & won’t admit it’s love & just won’t settle down ( like imagine cheating scandals , public fights caught by tmz ... but also cute ass insta posts when they’re in a good place ) just think of nate & maddie from euphoria or francesca & harry ! !

a plot where luna uses them to make someone jealous but they don’t know & actually think it’s a legit relationship ? ? then obvi they find out luna was just using them & y’know : drama .

family friends ! ! someone who could know EVERYTHING about her life n be there for her like pls .

someone who is her HOME . it doesn’t have to be potentially romantic just someone who makes her feel completely safe , warm & protected ? ? they can also just…talk, and make each other laugh & smile, because they feel comfortable enough in themselves & with each other to be vulnerable in that way ? ? some fluff never hurt nobody .

someone who’s using her bc of her dad ? ? YES . gimme fake friends .

tbh exes she cheated on , exes that cheated on her , fwb of all kinds , crushes , childhood friends , good / bad influence on her dumb ass would be good , gossip queens n kings , party friends , enemies for whatever reason , etc ! !

#hillzhqsintro #here we goooooo :)))

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fearthetallman · 7 months

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Krang Pie Chapter 7

Warnings: cooking and feeding people krang, goat, family fights

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Chapter 7

Mikey was in the middle of dicing when he got a text message. He checked his phone, not expecting it to be anything important. But it was from Leo.

Can u come by my room rq? I gots something I need to ask u

His heart sped up. This was it. Leo was finally going to open up to him!

He started to run off before he remembered the krang he has chopped up. Right. He sent Leo a quick text saying he’d be right over and then finished dicing the rest of the meat. The tentacle ends, as usual, he can’t use so instead he just ate them straight from the cutting board. It hadn’t killed him yet.

Running out to the kitchen again, he grabbed a little plastic baggy and sealed them away. He considered writing something on it to deter people from eating it raw but decided that would tempt them more than deter. He put it at the back of the fridge, behind the milk, where he stashed most of his important snacks (speaking of which, there was a mold covered pie back there).

As soon as that was done, he practically skipped over to Leo’s room. Clearing his throat, he knocked on the wall beside Leo’s room. “Did someone page Dr. Feelings?”

“Oh! Good, you’re here.” Leo, wearing a basketball jersey, shorts and a backwards, white cap, pulls Mikey into the room.

Not…exactly what he was expecting, but Mikey could still deal with it. “So what is it you needed to ask me, Nardo?” Use a nickname, something to show how close you are. How much they could trust you.

“Okay, okay.” He stands further back so Mikey can see the full outfit. “So I’ve got this caz thing going with the shorts and the backwards cap. Right? And I was thinking the shades would be a nice touch.” He puts the shades on. “But then I was looking in the mirror, and I was like, bro. It’s too much! I look cringe.”

Mikey can’t hide the bewilderment and disbelief in his face but that didn’t slow down Leo in the slightest.

“But once I took them off, then I started convincing myself they weren’t that bad. So now I can’t decide! What do you think, Mikey?” He moved the sunglasses on and off his face. “Glasses or no glasses?”

He took a steadying breath. This was just how Leo was. Covering up his pain with jokes and messing around. He had always been bad at being serious about his own feelings.

“How about we play a little game, Leo?” Mikey asked, trying to appeal to his playful nature.

“Ehh, video games now? I have to figure my outfit out here!” Leo looked at him like he was the one messing around.

“No, a word association game. I say a word and you say the first thing that comes to mind.”

Leo started looking around his room, probably for a different accessory. “Okay, I guess.”

He had to start off slow. Not scare him off. He went with the first non-threatening word he could think of. “Beaches.”

“Hmm. Sun.”

“Hot.”

"Cold." He pulled out a belt, putting it up to his waist before discarding it.

"Space."

"Ship."

"UFOs."

"Aliens."

Now was his chance. Time to test the waters. "Krang." He watched his brother's reaction closely.

Leo didn’t even flinch. "Bubble gum."

Ugh. "Leo! Please take this seriously."

"What?" Leo opened the closet and started throwing things out, Mikey having to duck to avoid being hit by a flying beanie. "We're just playing a game, mi hermano."

Well, looked like Mikey trapped himself. He couldn't tell if Leo was being purposeful or was naturally this obtuse. Maybe honesty would be the best policy. “I’m just curious how you’re feeling after the whole krang alien invasion thing. I wouldn’t blame you if it made you upset.”

“The only thing I’m upset about right now is not being able to find my other pair of shades.” He kept ransacking his room.

Still deflecting. But Mikey wasn’t about to give up. “Leo, what you went through was traumatizing. For all of us, not just you. And I know you’ve found your own ways of coping…” Flashback to when he caught Leo and how terribly he handled the situation. “But I want you to know that I’m here to listen to whatever you want to talk about. Whether about how you feel, any thoughts you have or any experiences you had in the prison dimension.”

Leo has his back to Mikey and he paused, not turning around. “I decided. No sunglasses.”

It was almost like he hadn’t heard anything Mikey said. “Leo, I’m trying to—”

But Leo started pushing him out, talking in a fast stream of words. “Okay that’s enough chit chat for one day thanks for all the help see you later bye!”

And then he was kicked out. As much as he wanted to go in there again and wrangle it out of his brother, he knew that wouldn't work and that he had other things to focus on. Mainly Donnie and his picky taste buds. This had not been the first time Mikey had clashed with Donnie while testing out his cooking skills. Mikey considered food an art, always wanting to take the time to appreciate each subtlety in the flavor and savor how they all came together in one way, just in the very moment he was eating this food that would never appear again.

Donnie would take one bite and say it tasted gross.

But if Mikey had been able to get Donnie to eat zucchini (granted that was by hiding it in chocolate muffins), he could find something that Donnie would approve of!

He didn't have much time to make any plans, however, as they were soon called away on another mission. Always another villain to fight, always some criminal activity going down somewhere. He’d almost gotten bored of this, doing anything except focusing on the krang. But he shook his head as they walked into a fight with another mutant the oozesquitos must have left behind. Some weird goat guy that was trying to eat everything in his path.

Raph tried to reason with it. “Hey, come on, little guy. There’s no reason to try and eat that entire stop sign—oh, okay. And he swallowed it.”

“Creepy looking guy.” Leo interjected, observing the goat man. “I mean just look at his eyes, they’re sideways! Donnie, got something to capture this guy?”

Donnie chuckled like this was his big moment to shine. He began building a padlock cage with his mystic tech, the cage appearing around the villain. “Watch and observe, gentlemen, as the genius himself captures this poor, simple—hey! Stop eating that!”

The goat man began to chew away at his mystic prison, biting off the bars, much to Donnie’s dismay. “That is mystic technology way more advanced than you’ll ever know in your two-bit, cross-eyed pathetic furry life!”

“Okay, so mystics are a bust.” Leo sighed, running a hand down his face. “How do we capture someone who eats everything? Mikey, give me some ideas.”

It took Mikey a moment to realize that everyone was staring at him. He’d been so lost in watching the others that he’d almost forgotten he was there himself. “Oh, me?” He didn’t have any good ideas, really. “Why not just pull out his teeth?”

If everyone hadn’t been staring at him before, they were now, with shocked and even a little horrified looks on their face. He felt a bit startled. He looked at their faces, trying to figure out what he did to make them look at him like he body slammed a toddler. “What?”

Raph, ever the soother, tried to break it to him in a softer way than any of the others would. “It’s nothing, big man. Just thought you would suggest something a little…less violent. Like talking to him or something.”

Donnie pulled out his chainsaw on his tech-bo. “No, Angelo is right! Violence isn’t the answer, it’s the solution!”

Okay, maybe he was going off the deep end if Donnie the Sadist was agreeing with him.

Leo quickly decided. “Alright. Raph, hold Donnie back. In a hug if you must!”

Donnie protested animatedly despite how Raph only held his arm in front of Donnie to stop him.

“Consider this payback for that draw four card you gave me last night.” Leo shouts back to him playfully. “Now, time to let the face man do his work.”

Leo swaggered over to the goatman but Mikey stopped. Draw four card? They hadn’t played card games in months. Leo called them ‘boring.’

“What does he mean about payback for that draw four card?” Mikey asked the two, almost thinking out loud.

Despite the tiff they were both in with Donnie about to bite Raph’s arm, they both froze. Not a good sign. Donnie started sweating and opened his mouth to say something. Raph quickly slapped his hand over his younger brother’s mouth. “You know how Leo is. Beat him at a game once and he never forgets it.” He chuckles awkwardly.

Donnie moved Raph’s hand for a moment. “I did not lose. I won that game fair and sq—” The hand went back over Donnie’s mouth.

The last time they played card games was months ago. They hadn’t played Uno in years because Donnie and Leo would always get in a fight if the other one won. Their dad got sick of the arguing and said Uno was banned. But he wouldn’t be surprised if one of them had kept the cards hidden away just in case. But Mikey hadn’t played with them since it was banned.

So maybe it was just a secret night activity for those who were up at that hour.

He felt cold, an aching in his chest. He’d never felt so disconnected from them, so distant. A part of him knew he should say something. That pretending he didn’t know was just going to hurt him worse. But now it didn’t feel like a small fissure. There was a canyon between his brothers and him. The three Mad Dogs and Michelangelo. Could he even compete?

But that same Lou Jitsu blood ran in him, just like his brothers. It only made him want to compete even harder. If they didn’t need him anymore, he would just have to make himself irreplaceable.

Leo came back from talking with the goatman, not looking defeated but not looking amused either. “Okay. Apparently, Mr. Goatman wants ramen, but he wants it from this really fancy, uptown place and he only has twelve dollars. He said if we can spot him a five, he’ll leave peacefully.”

Raph dropped Donnie on the ground. “Aw, you said we’d pay him to leave? Come on, Leo!”

“I’m sorry but he started talking about how fancy the ramen was and how good it tasted and now I can’t focus because I’m too hungry for ramen!” Leo protested, putting his hand over his stomach like he could the emptiness.

“My bank account is currently suffering from a depletion in funds due to a certain charity group I donated to. I shan’t be able to assist.” Donnie scoffed, dusting himself off.

Leo gave him a look. “Donnie. What figurine did you buy?”

Donnie placed a hand on his chest, acting indignant. “You dare assume that such a distinguished gentleman such as I would merely spend my hard-earned money on a simple figurine?”

“Donnie…”

He crossed his arms, muttering so low they almost couldn’t hear him. “Hatsune Miku Magicalmirai.”

Leo holds up a dollar bill he had. “Okay. If we each contribute, I’m sure we’ll have enough to make Goatman leave.”

Raph sighs but pulls out his wallet and hands over two quarters.

Mikey checks his person, finding three dollars and forty-five cents.

“Nice! Mikey coming in with the save.” Leo said, gathering up the money.

Mikey didn’t want to admit how much the praise boosted his self-esteem.

Now there was only five cents left and Donnie being the only one who hadn’t contributed. He crossed his arms, but Leo stared him down. “I know Magicalmirai is a preorder, Donnie.”

Donnie grumbled but dropped five pennies into Leo’s outstretched hand. They send the Goatman on his way. Mikey didn’t know if this could be counted as a win, but it felt like one. As they walk back to the sewer, however, Leo sighs.

“He really did make that ramen sound good, though.” He said in an almost forlorn way, like restaurant ramen was a long lost lover.

“Of course. Ramen is one of the greatest foods ever invented.” Donnie agreed.

Sometimes Mikey had to think really hard about these ideas and sometimes they just fell in his lap. “Then how about we make some ramen?”

Leo shook his head. “We’re not talking about some two-bit, water back maruchan ramen. We’re talking about a delicacy here. The way ramen was intended to be eaten. Handcrafted, with a fancy little egg in it.”

“Well, it may not be handmade but we can still make it fancy! Trust me, you will have your fancy little egg.” Mikey was getting excited, just thinking about it. But there was one more person he had to sell. “What do you think, Donnie?”

The softshell turtle considered his words a moment, the tension nearly killing Mikey. But he nodded his approval. This was his chance.

Mikey grabbed a pan, pulling out all the various ingredients he was going to need. Ramen packets, a few sauces, cheese and a few eggs. He started with the vegetables, dicing them up.

“You’re adding vegetables to ramen? Scoff. What is this, some vegan segment of a cooking show?” Donnie asked, taking offense that ramen isn’t being enjoyed to its most unhealthy glory.

“Watch and learn from the master, D.” Mikey took the chopped vegetables and set them aside. He pulled out a pan and added a little cooking oil. Once it heated up a little, he took out the ramen and placed it in the pan, adding a little bit of broth to really get the flavor going. He added one flavor packet and kept it moving until the ramen was cooked. He set it on low heat and started to boil water for the eggs.

The smell wafting over was already delicious but he was far from done. He threw in another seasoning pack, only using half of it this time and places in the vegetables, letting them cook. He threw in a few spices for good measure. Once the water boiled, he placed the eggs in, making sure to keep his eyes on everything so nothing burned.

“Wow, Mikey. This is starting to look pretty fancy!” Raph said, looking more than a little hungry.

“If you think it looks good, imagine how good it’s going to taste!” He took the boiled eggs out and placed them in cold water so they’re a little bit softer. “Do think you guys could set the table?”

They took bowls in, chatting amongst themselves excitedly. Now that Mikey had a bit of privacy, he had a chance to add the secret ingredient that would really bring all of this together.

Garlic! Oh, and the diced up krang he had earlier.

He let it cook, the smell almost too good to resist and the krang meat felt so amazing knowing that he had gotten such an impressive creature and was eating it with instant ramen.

It finally finished cooking and he added a few more herbs and seasonings, topping it all off with some cheese. He carried it into their table and added some to everyone’s bowls, giving Leo the heftiest portion of them all.

“Whoa, this looks amazing, Mikey!” Raph said.

“One final touch.” Mikey disappeared for a few minutes before reappearing with four soft-boiled and already peeled eggs, placing them in the bowls.

Leo’s eyes sparkled. “The fancy little egg!”

When they all took their first bite, Mikey felt almost sick with nervousness and just a tiny bit guilty. But their joy that followed made everything worth it. They ate quickly, barely allowing it to cool down before they devoured it all.

Donnie sighs contentedly. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to go back to the normal way of ramen anymore. You ruined me, Mikey.”

“Yeah! My fancy little egg was even more beautiful than I could ever imagine.” He sniffles, hiding his face like he was actually crying. “I’m sorry, I need a moment to reminiscence.”

Raph looked over in Leo’s bowl and noticed that there was still food floating around, mainly meat. “Hey Leo. You missed some.”

Leo looked at Raph and then looked away. He pushed the bowl to his older brother. “Oh, hey, you’re right. Here you go. Saved them for you, big guy.”

Donnie viewed this skeptically. “Going soft on us, Leo? Usually, you would have challenged Raph to a wrestling match before letting him eat any of your…what was that you added, Mikey?”

Despite how carefree Donnie’s voice is, it still made Mikey jump a little, fear and guilt nearly choking him. “It’s…uh, pork! Bacon.”

“That’s funny.” Raph muttered in between chewing. “I thought I ate all the bacon.”

Mikey noticed that he had a few pieces of meat among the few stray noodles in his bowl. He hands it to Leo. “Here you go! You can have the rest of mine.”

“Oh, uh, you really don’t have to.” Leo held out his hands as though to block the bowl from entering his mouth.

“No, I insist.” He tried handing it to Leo but something in his brother’s face made him stop. Leo looked like he was going to be sick. “Are you feeling okay?”

Leo smiled but his eyes looked haunted. “’Course, I’m fine. Just really full from all that delicious ramen.”

He got up from the table, grabbing his bowl and stacked everyone else’s on top of his. “I’ll take this to the kitchen.”

Raph pretended to wipe a tear from his eye. “My little Leo. All grown up and putting the dishes away after dinner. How the time flies.”

Mikey goes to the kitchen to check on Leo. Something was off. Unfortunately, Raph and Donnie followed with him.

Leo had his back facing them and jumped a little when he heard them come in. He didn’t turn around, just holding the bowls as Raph and Donnie joked around. Mikey watched him, trying to figure out what to do.

“Here. I’ll wash the dishes.” Raph took the bowls from Leo’s hand. Leo was as still as a statue, barely reacting to things around him. “You…feeling alright, Leo? Maybe the lack of protein is going to your head.”

Mikey saw him shaking. It was a lighthearted joke. Raph trying to mess around like he used to. But that wasn’t what it was for Leo. Mikey tried to figure out if a hug would help or just make things worse.

Leo leaned over the sink, his arms trembling under their own weight. Is he about to throw up? “I…need to tell you guys something.”

The room is quiet. Mikey can only hear his heart thudding. Even Donnie is picking up on how serious Leo is being.

“I’m…” Leo swallowed like he’s nearly choking on the words. “I’m vegetarian now.”

The laughter was instantaneous. Leo didn’t look at them, just kept holding himself against the sink. Raph slapped his back.

“You really had us worried for a second there!” the snapping turtle said.

“At least you haven’t gone full on vegan!” Donnie agreed.

Mikey seemed to be the only one who understood it wasn’t a joke.

He crossed his arms, doing his best to keep his voice lighthearted enough to avoid snapping at his brothers. “Well, I think it’s good. If Leo decided to do this, for whatever reason, I think we should support him.”

Donnie rolled his eyes. “How many times has Leo gone through these diets before? The keto diet, the juice cleanse and now vegetarian. Just another fad for him to maintain his ‘perfect body’.” He used air quotes, showing just how seriously he took Leo’s confession.

“It’s not…” Leo’s voice broke like he was on the verge of tears before shaking his head. “Never mind.”

Raph’s forehead creased, finally realizing the gravity of the situation as he exchanged a glance with Mikey. The older brother took a step forward, placing his hand on Leo’s shoulder. “Hey. Listen, if something is going on, you know you can talk to—”

Leo forcefully moved away from Raph’s touch, surprising everyone. “I don’t want to talk about anything! Just leave me alone!”

Despite the tears in his eyes, Leo looked the most shocked of all, like somebody else must have snapped at Raph. He turned away without another word, running off into his room. Raph called out to him but it’s no use.

“What? Was it something I said?” Despite the joke in Donnie’s voice, Mikey can still hear the confusion and hesitation mixed in as well. Donnie didn’t fully understand why Leo got so upset.

Raph, however, does and his short fuse blows again. “Yes, of course it was. We screwed up, Donnie. You never should have said anything about his diet and this just being a fad.” He ran a hand down his face, growling in irritation.

“Well, I don’t see how that’s my fault!” Donnie’s anger fed off Raph’s. “How was I supposed to know it was going to upset him if he didn’t tell me?”

“Because not everyone is going to spell everything out for you, Donnie! Bad guys won’t always tell you their plans and sometimes your brother means ‘help me’ when he says he’s fine.” Raph slammed his fist on the counter. He was more mad at himself than anyone else, Mikey knew. Donnie was just the closest target for the eldest brother to shoot his frustration at.

“Don’t act like this is only my fault! You’re the one who manhandled him when he obviously didn’t want to be touched.” Donnie snapped. It was like watching a little ball of snow fall down a hill, going faster and faster until it was too big to stop.

Raph stepped up to Donnie threateningly. “Manhandling? Maybe I should you what real manhandling is.”

“Guys!” Mikey’s voice was a contrast, calm yet pleading and grabbing the attention of both of his brothers. “None of this is going to help Leo. We all made mistakes that we shouldn’t have but no one person holds the blame. Leo needs us now more than ever! You can fight and argue all you want but only after we make sure that Leo is okay.”

Both brothers hang their heads like scolded puppies, nodding their agreement. Mikey had done this a thousand times before. Seen both sides of the argument and had to explain to the other party. Intervened in a fight so it didn’t blow out of control. Calmed people down because he was the empathetic, levelheaded mediator. He was so good at it, he didn’t even have to mean it.

But this had been the first time he had wanted to let the fighting continue.

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