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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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Ugh im writing this on mobile but i’ve been thinking about it nonstop for an hour and I’m just- mmmmm thinking about Clone Danny and his wardrobe choice as Phantom. Cuz like, he doesn’t have any powers, right? He has no built-in secret identity and suit that he can change into in a flash of blinding circular light. If a ghost shows up he’s just got what he’s got on, and whatever he has in his bag.

And I’m just. I have a lot of thoughts about him and his canon self, thoughts that i dont think i can all fit on my phone and im. Thinking about the dichotomy between him and his canon counterpart. From an in-universe perspective, the halfa Danny Phantom looks remarkably human-like. Especially compared to the ghosts he fights, all of whom are unnatural colors, shapes, and sizes. From flaming hair to glowing eyes and pointed claws, there’s nothing about them that doesn’t scream “ghost!” “Inhuman!” “Unnatural!”

And then you look at Danny Phantom, the ghost boy fighting them. And he just… looks like a glowing human boy. The only unnatural thing about him is his white hair and green eyes - and green eyes is a natural human color. Maybe not the shade it’s in, but it occurs in human genetics. He’s about as close to human as he can get.

Think about that from an in-universe perspective, and then think about it with the idea that ghosts take pride in their ‘ghostly’ look. They pride themselves on looking scary; unnatural; inhuman. It’s a showcase of being unique, of their own individuality, of their interests and wants. Looking ‘scary’ is part of ghost culture, and if not scary, then unique and ‘inhuman’. They don’t want to fit in, they want to stand out.

And you look at Danny Phantom, as his canon self without any of the fanon customizations, and he’s none of that. He’s about as human-looking as a ghost can get. He’s got human-like skin, hell he’s even tanner than he is as a human! His hair is normal, his eyes are green but normal, his hands? Soft and round, not a claw in sight, and his teeth are blunt and ears are round.

His suit is all black, it doesn’t even tell you anything about him other than he probably died in a lab accident, and he looks like he’s straight out of a b-rate comic book. There’s no story to tell about him, he’s a book with the pages all blacked out in ink.

His name, if you take it as him only calling himself “Phantom” isn’t even all that unique. It’s a generic ghost term that you can find by googling ‘ghost’ and looking at its synonyms.

And then look at his behavior: yeah he fights ghosts, and fighting is all about ghost behavior. Its one of their social activities- but its clear from Phantom that he’s not being social. He’s being aggressive, he’s doing it for the sake of the living (which while fair, doesn’t make him look good in the context of everything else). Then he comes into the ghost zone, he doesn’t do much to integrate himself into the culture, and yeah he makes allies but it still doesn’t feel enough. He’s not participating in anything, he’s alienating himself.

All in all, Phantom looks like a ghost trying to pretend he’s human, that he’s still alive. And for a ghost culture that prides itself on not being alive? It’s insulting.

And then let’s circle back around to that human thing, but from a different angle. Probably one that’s more mindset than outside looking in. But Danny’s alienated by the rest of the town for ages despite helping them. And while him looking human likely has to do with his own mindset of viewing himself as “living, but with ghost powers” and thus reflects back as a ghost, it also makes it look like he’s trying to fit in with the humans.

“I am not a ghost” he says, with his human skin and blunt teeth. “I am human like you, see? See? I look like you.”

He’s making himself look approachable, friendly. ‘You can trust me, I’m not a ghost. I’m not like them. I’m not scary. I look just like you. I’m different.’ He looks about as harmless as a human child could be. He’s trying to be relatable. And in turn he’s giving his fellow ghosts a cold shoulder - i’m not like you, i’m better. I’m different. I’m not ghost. I may be dead, but I’m no ghost.

Danny is trying to tie his ghost self in with the living as much as possible - he wants them to think he’s almost human. The same way he wants to think that himself. He’s distancing himself from his ghost half and the ghostly qualities the others have. Whether intentional or not, he’s doing it.

He shows his face and goes ‘see? See? I’m just like you.’

And then lets look at clone Danny, mister not-a-halfa. Who doesn’t have his canon offensive capabilities, who only has his ghost sense and the ability to hit ghosts without gear, his scary eyes and pointed ears, and the ability to see weaker ghosts not visible to the mortal eye.

He has no ghost form, no powers. And yet the first time he goes out as Phantom, he wears a mask that looks like a skull. Instead of distancing himself from ghosts, he’s distancing himself from humans. And at first it stems from the need to be unrecognizable, the last thing he wants is for his parents to find out that he’s ghost hunting. To do that, he needs to hide his face. That’s the first step.

The next step is to act in such a way that people couldn’t possibly tie him back to Danny Fenton. He’s not distancing himself from ghosts, he’s distancing himself from humans. To do that, he acts inhuman. He wears his mask and wears baggy, shapeless clothes - his hoodie and his pants - and he learns how to act unsettling. His eyes glow green, unnatural and shining through his sunken-in, skull-like mask. But it’s not enough on its own. He must do more.

He wants to be the thing someone sees at night and turns the other way. See me and run, he says, crouched on all fours and crawling across a beam like a monster you see in a movie. Twisting his body in unnatural, fluid ways, like he’s not quite sure how having only four limbs work.

Run. He says, dead green eyes glowing through his mask, piercing through black night from the rooftop. I am wild thing. Come no closer, look no closer. I am not like you. I am not your friend. I bite. Run.

You cannot see my face. This is my face, I am not alive. I am not like you. I am an animal about to pounce.

He doesn’t want people to think he’s human, he doesn’t want them to think he’s anywhere close to it. Anything to prevent his parents from figuring out its him.

And the thing is, he doesn’t have to. He doesn’t have to appear ghost-like or inhuman to keep his identity safe, wearing a mask and wearing unidentifiable clothes is enough. But he’s choosing to act ghost-like; unsettling; scary.

And in doing so, he unintentionally participates in ghost culture. And while his clothes are not anything unique, or outstanding, his mask is. His clothes don’t tell anything about him, but that’s okay.

Imagine meeting this boy from a ghost perspective. This annoying, fleshy human boy who jumps into fights to stop you and catch you. You’ve heard stories of human ghost hunters, you know there are hunters on the other side. You have heard the horror stories, you have seen the scars.

And then this boy catches you. This human, fleshy boy who yells quips at you, who puns and insults you, who wears an unsettling mask and acts ghosty. He catches you, and you think you will be the next one on the chopping board.

And then you end up in the ghost zone, untouched. Unharmed. And you tell someone about it. You were caught and released by a human child who feels touched by death. And then you hear that the ones who’d been caught were freed by a fleshy human boy who was touched by death, and a boy who they call “Phantom”.

And, isn’t that the name of the child you fought?

And he talks to you, but then he’s in the daytime. There are living around. He doesn’t speak to them - he ignores them outright. He keeps his distance, he stays away. If he talks, it’s with his hands. They will not hear his voice.

I may be alive but I am no human.

And its just — ????? So good to think about. I’ll reblog later with more thoughts when I have my laptop, but god i just needed to get that out there.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #clone^2 #danny fenton is not the ghost king #danny fenton is a clone #like i wasnt thinking much about it when i made danny have no powers. like that was purely just for fun #and for a fun little parallel between him and bruce. and i thought the mask was cool #and now here we are doing a- what?? somewhat analysis of his outfit as phantom?#and his choice to appear as unhuman as possible?? as ghostly as possible???#its just so good. i love creepy phantom. he’s the thing you see crouched in the corner of the room #from the corner of your eye. you see him. and you jump but hes not there when you look #he’s the creature you see lurking in the alleyway. crouched like an animal about to jump.#‘come no closer. look no closer. i am not like you. i may be alive but i am no human’#i have teeth. and i will wrap them sround your throat and *pull*

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thisisnot-an-original-name · 5 months

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friendly reminder that netflix shadow and bone:

fully erased inej’s trauma (she can’t walk past the menagerie without having a panic attack, but in the show, she can remove all her knives for a #girlboss moment before having a casual chat with her abuser. also, why would a character who was kidnapped as a child and sold into sexual slavery be totally down to go kidnap another girl??)

removed per haskell from the crows’ stories, instead choosing to make kaz the leader of the dregs, and thus, inej’s owner

reduced jesper to a slutty bisexual stereotype and a comic relief side character. lol look at him go, sleeping with random boys on missions, calling kaz “boss”, gambling addiction can get thrown in as a funny side thing.

cast a non-disabled actor to play kaz, cast a light-skinned actor to play jesper, cast a skinny actress to play nina, and made next to no attempt to make any of the crows (apart from wylan) look their ages, which destroys a key aspect of the books

put danielle galligan in puffy sleeves and heavy layers after being accused of skinny-washing

cast a skinny actress to play a canonically fat character, while also casting a fat man to play the inept rapist king, who is explicitly described as skinny in the books

made alina half asian for #representation points but completely mishandled writing the in-universe racism. seriously, not zoya (also visibly mixed race) calling her “half-breed”...

honestly, screwed itself over by trying to cram three different books in s2. particularly crooked kingdom. after putting the bathroom scene in s2, sending inej off to hunt slavers in s2, declaring them a family after s2… there is nothing to accomplish in producing a soc spin-off. you can’t have the ice court heist if the crows all trust each other. you can’t have inej to agree to join the heist if she’s already free. you can’t have a faithful wesper storyline when uhm actually they met when they had a one night stand lol. what more could you want? hasn’t the show bastardized them enough already?

is not “high budget fanfiction”, just a bad adaptation <3

#anti netflix shadow and bone #netflix #six of crows #shadow and bone

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lynxgriffin · 1 year

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Theories on Kris’s soul and Ralsei’s identity

Hey everyone! This is not my usual thing, but after thinking on it a whole bunch, I decided I wanted to fully write out my theory/backstory explanations based on the last two short Deltarune comics. I usually express theorizing through fanworks rather than just talking through it, but since it's still stuck in my brain even now I figured it'd be fun to also just describe it all. I hope you all find it interesting! Who knows what future chapters will bring us, and anything can (and likely will!) happen, but as of right now I'm pretty convinced this is how things are with Kris and Ralsei. It's long and there's lots of screenshots included, so check below the read more for everything. And huge thanks to DemoPhone for getting all these screenshots for me!

So, Kris is adopted by the Dreemurrs at a young age. As the only human in a town populated by monsters, they already stick out significantly. Considering Toriel checked out a book from the library on how to care for humans multiple times, the Dreemurrs were likely going through a big learning curve with Kris, too.

Kris is not just different physiologically from everyone, but they’re quiet and weird, often mischievous, and just don’t fit in. As a kid, they wear a headband with red devil horns to try and fit in with their adoptive family, and especially to emulate their older brother Asriel, who seems to be everything that Kris isn’t.

He’s popular, kind, well-loved by the town, and is always willing to make friends and do the right thing. Despite how different they are, the two kids clearly care for each other, and Asriel in many ways is Kris’s anchor to this town and this life.

Growing up, the Dreemurrs are friends with the Holidays, and the four kids spend lots of time together. Dess appears to be the more bold and outgoing of the two Holiday girls, but is tempered by Asriel’s responsible nature. Everything between them is going well until one day, when out exploring in the woods south of town, they come across the hidden bunker, and something goes wrong. It’s not clear yet exactly what it is…but it resulted in Dess going missing. Of the four kids, Dess seems to be bold, Asriel responsible, Kris mischievous, and Noelle fearful…so it seems likely that Dess and Kris investigated something in the bunker that the other two stayed away from. Kris witnessed or may have even been involved in what happened to Dess. Dess currently appears to be lost in a dark place, perhaps a place between Dark Worlds, perhaps “stuck in the code” of the game itself. Whatever it is, Dess has gone missing and may even be presumed dead by her family, and Kris witnessed it and may feel directly responsible. This is why they’re still nervous around the bunker, and perhaps even why they’re apprehensive about the appearance of the dark world in the school supply closet.

Dess’s mother, the Mayor, is not going to blame the little kids for what happened…however, she IS going to place responsibility on Asgore, who was chief of police at the time and clearly should have been watching the kids more carefully. Asgore loses his job, and as things slowly deteriorate between the Holiday and Dreemurr families, he also loses his marriage.

The kids stop hanging out together so often, and when they do, it’s more strained. Kris will be playing with Noelle when they stop, getting hit with the memory of what happened, and wander off to the piano to try and play out their feelings.

Kris builds up years of these feelings…underlying guilt for messing up the friendships and even marriages of the monsters that adopted them. Their interests are weird, their habits are offputting, and they can often only express a desire for attention through pranks.

Despite the fact that the monsters in the town act friendly towards them, they still feel outcast and misunderstood. Their popular and beloved brother Asriel is their one solid anchor to everything, and Kris often wonders “wouldn’t things be easier and better if I was just like him?”

But eventually, Asriel gets old enough and leaves for college. Kris is left alone in the town with all their feelings, but no anchor. In some ways, it gets worse, as the other townsfolk continue to talk about how great Asriel is with him absent. And Kris agrees with them…but that doesn’t help at all how they feel.

To top it off, a new girl arrives in the town, who immediately presents herself as a troublemaker. She seems to have some deep problems of her own, perhaps stemming from her own rough upbringing, and takes out her aggression on Kris, the only human in the town. Despite the bullying, Kris takes it all in stride, even amusement. Susie isn’t saying anything about them that Kris doesn’t already believe about themself. If anything, Kris admires how unapologetic Susie is about her behavior, and sees a kindred spirit in her. They’re both outcasts, after all, with gross and offputting interests. And it is pretty funny how clearly Noelle is infatuated with Susie, too.

And yet, Susie doesn’t seem interested in actually being friends now, and while Susie is admirable, she’s not helping Kris’s long-standing guilt, loneliness and depression. They start resenting how things have gone. They start looking for unconventional solutions. Perhaps they try the church, but the church doesn’t seem to have answers, so they look elsewhere. Maybe things would just be better if someone else was running their life. Maybe someone bigger than them can fix these seemingly insurmountable problems. They start looking up how to do magic online. How to summon demons, stuff like that.

When that doesn’t work out, they turn to the local goth girl for help. After all, they’ve done occult spells with Catti before…protection spells for Noelle; something to ease Kris’s worries so that Noelle doesn’t suffer from the same misfortune Dess did.

One night, Kris asks Catti to perform a spell to summon a spirit. And surprisingly…something seems to happen. Kris is suddenly confronted with a strange figure who seems to be the devil. The figure says that it can bring Kris what they want: a spirit that can possess them and potentially even solve all their problems. But the figure requires something in exchange: their soul. Kris is at first reluctant, but the devil figure promises that the arrangement is only temporary: they’ll get their soul back when the spirit is no longer possessing them. So Kris agrees, and gives up their soul in exchange for another one.

The deal supposedly goes over, but Kris finds that it doesn’t seem like anything has changed once the spell ends. They’ve gotten a new soul, but it doesn’t seem to do anything. If anything, everything becomes harder. They start operating on autopilot…saying very little, only doing what’s required of them, and sleeping for huge amounts of time.

The joke around town now is that they seem like a walking corpse. Sure, they’re not dead, but it often kind of looks like it.

Maybe this spirit was just a total dud? Maybe that devil cheated them out of their own soul after all and they didn’t get anything in return. They try more than a few times to remove the new soul on their own, in the hopes that maybe taking it out by force will get them their own soul back. They find that they can remove the red soul with great effort! However, without it, they’re even slower and it’s even more difficult to move or act in any way. Removing it at least grants them a small degree of agency, and it seems to prove that their own soul is definitely around somewhere, because they’re still alive. But they can’t go for too long without putting the new red soul back in, because moving without it is such a strain.

Meanwhile, Kris’s request for something to possess them has worked, just not in an obvious way. The player experiences the passage of time very differently than the game characters they’re playing as, after all. To the player, they’ve suddenly gotten an invitation from an unknown character that they suspect they recognize from another game they’ve played. They don’t know what the invitation is for, but they’re more than ready to find out, even if it means downloading an unknown and potentially shady “survey program.”

Conveniently enough, this invitation and download become available on Halloween. A bit of an odd day to choose if you want a lot of people to download and play your game right away, since it’s a major holiday and most people already have plans. However…Halloween is a great time to summon a demon.

And to Kris, they wake up one morning exactly a week before their brother is scheduled to return home for a visit, and suddenly find that something else is moving their body for them. That new soul wasn’t a dud after all.

No time to even get really used to suddenly being physically possessed, as Kris and that school bully they admire just go to pick up some missing school supplies and get swept up into a strange place that Kris feels might be distinctly familiar. Once there, they meet someone else who, strangely, already knows who they are: Ralsei.

While Kris has been shambling around town with their player soul not in use, their own soul still needs to be kept in good condition. You can’t just leave a human soul out on its own for a long period of time. It at least needs some kind of container…a vessel. And the devil figure works out a perfect vessel for it…an object close to Kris, that they have a lot of sentimental value around. Something that symbolizes their desire to fit in with their family, and be just like their brother. Kris might have given it to the figure willingly, or it might have been taken without their knowledge, but the result is the same.

But hey…why not make things even more interesting? A dark fountain can bring objects to life in their own dark world. What happens if you were to take an object currently carrying a human soul, and bring it to life with a dark fountain? What would it look like if Kris’s soul, filtered through an object that symbolizes their desire to be just like their beloved brother, was given its own form and identity?

You get Ralsei. A “lonely prince” who looks an awful lot like Asriel, but seems to more closely match Kris’s age and stature. He seems to be more like a remixed version of Asriel than identical to him. He already knows who Kris and Susie are, and he knows where things are located in the light world…because Kris knows all that.

He’s able to travel between different dark worlds without being affected by them the way other Darkners are, because he carries a Lightner’s soul.

While it’s unclear if he is talking directly to the player, just to Kris, or to both, he is at least aware of an entity distinct from Kris, since he names the castle town after the player. It would certainly make sense for him to be aware of the player’s presence and influence because he was a part of that whole exchange between souls in the first place. There’s even implications that Ralsei is, perhaps, communicating with Kris in ways that don’t involve speaking aloud to them. When asking Kris to pick up the items from the classroom, he uses parentheses, which typically seem to indicate a character’s thoughts rather than dialogue.

Since the player is able to read other characters’ thoughts, Kris can even respond to them if no one is speaking.

If parentheses for Ralsei indicate thinking rather than speaking, he is perhaps aware of how to communicate with Kris and/or the player in ways that other characters won’t hear…or perhaps is only even capable of it at all because he has Kris’s soul.

He is always deferring to Kris, even when Kris makes questionable choices. While he’s eager for friends, he seems desperate for Kris’s approval in particular, and takes great pains to not upset them…or allow other things to upset them. He seems to be confident in who Kris is, but struggles more with his own identity.

For Kris, seeing their own wish to be like their brother come to life, and then to have the spirit possessing them keep directing them to hug him…well, it’s kind of awkward.

Just to speculate on the future, if it is true that Ralsei has Kris’s soul, this has the potential for some serious drama, and even setting Ralsei up as an antagonist without him being generically “evil.” Ralsei hasn’t had contact with anyone before meeting Susie and Kris. However, as they go on adventures together, he’s meeting lots of new people and gaining new perspectives. He’s steadily growing more independent from Kris, and establishing his own identity apart from them. What happens if Ralsei comes to the conclusion that Kris was right to trade him away all along…that not only does Kris not need him, but that he’s just fine without Kris? That he, perhaps, prefers being Ralsei to being Kris’s discarded soul?

Considering the player can’t keep playing the game forever, and Kris really can’t be left the rest of their life with a nonfunctional soul that leaves them on eternal autopilot, they’ll have to get their own soul back eventually. And after several chapters of the player themselves getting really attached to sweet and friendly Ralsei, that opens up the potential for some truly heartwrenching conflict.

#deltarune #deltarune theorizing #kris #ralsei #red soul #and a lot more references and such #haha somehow I'm more nervous about this than I am usually posting comics!!#I hope it all makes sense!#I think there's even other theories that can branch off from this #but they're even more speculative #I guess we'll see eventually!!

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david-talks-sw · 10 months

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"Does it make sense?"

I think, ultimately, the thing that it comes down to for why I just can't see "the Jedi are intentionally written as dogmatic/dispassionate" or "Obi-Wan failed Anakin" or "the Jedi brought their own downfall" reads as valid anymore is because... it makes no sense that George Lucas - of all people - would write that.

Like, this is the guy who preaches the same lessons and philosophies that the Jedi do in the Prequels, every chance he gets (sometimes going all the way back to American Graffiti).

So ask yourself:

Does it make sense that he would intentionally make the characters to whom he gave his own values "dogmatic"?

He's a self-proclaimed "methodist-Buddhist". The Jedi are based on Buddhist monks.

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Does it make sense that the buddhist would write a story about space-buddhists being "emotionless", "devoid of compassion" and "at fault for their own genocide"?

Lucas had an apprenticeship, that turned into a friendly/brotherly bond with his mentor Francis Ford Coppola. Their personalities were completely opposite (Coppola was more outgoing, George was more prudent) but they worked in sync, they completed each other.

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Do you really think that this guy's intended narrative would be that "Qui-Gon would've been better-suited for Anakin as a teacher than Obi-Wan because the latter was prudent/strict and too different from the more passionate Anakin"?

George lays Anakin's downfall on Anakin's shoulders almost every time he talks about it. It's a corruption that was caused from within, he would be able to love without getting attached if he had joined the Jedi at an earlier age, but he didn't so his attachment and greed results in his turn to the Dark Side.

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So does it make sense that Lucas' narrative would be that "the Jedi (aka EXTERNAL forces) pushed, denied and failed Anakin that they caused him to turn" instead of "it was Anakin's own fault because he wasn't able to let go"?

He has said multiple times that, aside from Anakin's downfall, the Prequels center on the Republic's downfall, never mentioned the Jedi once when describing what the Prequels are about.

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If the Prequels were actually about "the fall of the Jedi and how they lost their way", wouldn't he have brought it up once? And would he really have focused so much on the Senate and politics rather than adding more development to characters like Mace and Yoda?

I think the answer to all of these is "no".

Here's one more: Lucas stated so many times that this was a fairy tale, that all six Star Wars movies are meant for kids. The situation of the Prequels is more complex than the one in the Original Trilogy, but before, during and after the Prequels Lucas confirmed that the Star Wars morality is binary, it is black and white, good vs bad.

Would he really intentionally make the Prequels this subversive story wherein "actually, if you stop and think about it, the good guys are really the bad guys"?

Or is it just that:

We live in a time where movie audiences expect the "good guy" to be individualistic, flawed and non-conformist, and the Jedi are a community of nigh-incorruptible champions of good who've already completed their character arcs.

So the adults (aka not the target audience) who watched the Prequels at the time were turned off by these characters who they perceived as "holier than thou", having been conditioned by the times they lived in to think that there are skeletons in "Mr. Perfect's" closet.

Thus, they retconned the films (via comics, books, games and episodes) so that they could enjoy the Prequels more, and did so by:

injecting more realistic "gray morality" themes into the films and

projecting an oppressive "boys don't cry" philosophy onto the Jedi.

For lack of a better metaphor, "they put a skeleton in Mr. Perfect's closet so that they could finally find his existence bearable, and keep bringing up that skeleton to this day."

#jedi order #george lucas #star wars #long post #meta #in defense of the jedi #pro jedi #Youtube #trying something different #instead of posting quote collections I'm posting video compilations #hopefully it'll work #lucas quotes

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lillypad910 · 10 months

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When We Were Young

Pairing: Eddie Munson x childhood friend!f!girly girl!Reader

Word count: 5352

Warnings: pet names (Doll, it’s my fav ok), small age gap (Eddie is two years older than you), near death experience, first kiss (of multiple), there are some heated moments but no smut, angst sometimes but fluff

Summary: You moved to Hawkins, Indiana with your family when you were still little. Moving into a mobile home in the trailer park, you met Eddie and Wayne Munson. You become friends quickly, learning you love him early on. But what happens in 1986, when your whole world crumbles?

A/N: This is a story I wrote a while ago, this jumps years so please enjoy! Might write another one like this if it does good cause I really enjoyed it, give me character ideas? 👀

1974

It was late May when your family moved to Hawkins, Indiana a small town where everyone knew each other. You were young, about seven, and freshly out of second grade.

The smell of cigarettes filled the air when your car pulled into the trailer park, the moving truck following after. Your dad parked outside your new home, a small mobile, the sides covered in mildew and dark green vines.

Your parents were greeted by a man, welcoming you all to the town, introducing himself as Wayne Munson, a new neighbor. A boy walks up to you, his clothes too big for him, and his hair buzzed. He smelled of cigarette smoke with a hint of mahogany. “Name’s Eddie,” the kid holds out his hand, which was covered in a thin layer of dirt from playing out on the roads. You introduced yourself, and took his hand, which made him smile. “You look like a doll in that dress.” He gestures to the frilly dress your mom made you, the puffed sleeves trimmed in a cream colored lace. “I like dolls.” You squeezed the teddy you have been holding for the whole ride to your chest. Eddie didn’t stop smiling.

The next week, after everything had been moved in, Eddie invited you to play outside with the other kids, which your mom agreed to let you. “She looks like a toy.” One of the older kids snickered, nudging some of the others. You looked down at your white bloomers under your short pink puffy dress. Your parents didn’t have money, but your mother always made you cute clothes. “She looks like a doll.” Eddie corrects them, as if it was the most obvious thing.

You followed Eddie around the entire summer, like a lost puppy follows a friendly person when they receive food from them. You liked being around him, and he liked being around you.

You would come over for lunch with him and hang out in his room where he showed you a bunch of cool comic posters and some cool fantasy movies and books. The joy and excitement on his face making you giggle. He was older than you by two years, but he didn’t let it get to his head. He enjoyed your company, he enjoyed making someone laugh and smile. You were his best friend.

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As the summer breeze brushed in through your cracked open window you could hear voices from outside. You ignore them, the soft whispers of who you assume was someone simply passing by. “Doll,” the name you recognize and reply to peaks through the opening, sinking into your ears.

You crawl over to the window and sit yourself in front of the glass pane, peering out into the night. Eddie stands there with a few other children of the park, his baggy clothes still not fitting him properly even at 13. “What?” You ask, opening your window more. He gestures for you to come on, waving his hands. “We’re going to sneak out to the arcade, wanna come?” He asks. You glance over at the older kids, they all are at least 12, besides Markus Flinch, the 15 year old who lives with his mom at the front of the trailer park. “My mom would be mad, Eds.” You tell him. He tilts his head, “She doesn’t have to know! Come on!” He steps closer to the window and holds out his hand to you. The familiar scent of smoke and wood hits you. You roll your eyes at the older boy, before holding up your finger to him. “One second.”

You slip on your Mary Janes, the one pair of shoes you begged your mom for and she got you, even though they were a little over priced, before climbing out the window. Eddie helped you onto the ground, placing his hands on your waist and letting you use his body as a safety net.

You climbed onto the back of his bike, gripping his shoulders as he started to peddle. The other kids following after you.

Pulling into the arcade, Eddie stopped his bike and let you hop off, placing the bike into the rakes with the other kids. He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside, following the older kids in. You all crowded around a couple machines, wasting all the saved quarters you had to save princesses and fight dragons. You slipped away to explore.

Stopping in front of the claw machine, you eyed a stuffed animal, a small cat that was laying down. Eddie spotted you and walked over. “You want the cat?” He asked you, and took your silence as a yes. He shoved in a quarter and did his best to snatch the cat from the pile. It took him a whole two dollars and a “borrowed” quarter from Jimmy Hanker, before he finally dropped the cat into the retrieve hole. He reached down, sticking his arm into the machine and pulled out the stuffed cat before handing it to you. “Here you go, Doll!” He smiles brightly, and you take it, holding the cat to your chest.

The ride home was calm and quiet as everyone was sleepy from the night’s events. Eddie now two dollars poorer, and in debt to Jimmy down the dirt road, but it was worth it to see you smile.

1979

The hot air of late June seeps from the glass of the window as you sat in Eddie’s room, the boy now 14 and you 12. The room had changed a bit since you were younger, a couple more things in the room, more of a mess, and a brand new guitar he got for Christmas sitting in his lap while he strums it carefully. You pan over the girly magazine you brought over from your house, the cute male actors catching your eye. “John Travolta is pretty cute.” You say looking at the picture of him and Olivia Newton-John, dressed as their characters from the newest movie Grease that released last week.

“I thought Rizo was cool, had some attitude.” Eddie chuckles at the thought. You turn around, looking up at him from the floor at the foot of his bed. “Hey Eddie,” you start but stop yourself, turning around back to the floor, “Nevermind.” Eddie tilts his head confused. He sits his guitar down, leaning it against the nightstand before crawling over his bed and leaning over your small seated form.

“What’s up?” He asks. “Nothing, I was just-“ you look up to him, immediately going silent from the way he was so close to you. “I was gonna ask something, but it’s dumb.” Eddie couldn’t help himself from chuckling. “Doll, anything you have to say isn’t dumb.” He reminds you. You feel your cheeks heat up, but you keep your eyes on the magazine in your lap. “Have you ever kissed anyone?” You ask.

Eddie thought for a moment, he had, a girl in his class, Karrie Jones. She was a girl who was dared to kiss him during spin the bottle at Markus’ house, but you didn’t need to know all that.

“I have, why?” You scrunch into yourself. “I was just wondering.” You simply express, turning around to him, finally. You climb onto your knees and prop your elbows onto his bed in front of him, your training bra becoming slightly visible as your shirt gets pulled down a bit. “Have you?” He asks. You shrug, “I mean, no. No one has asked to. All the boys in my grade kinda suck.” Eddie chuckles at your statement. “You don’t have a crush on anyone?” “Not really.” You express. Eddie thinks for a moment.

His eyes scan over your cheeks, which are softly dusted in pink, your lips with the pink colored gloss your mom bought you for your birthday this past year. He wanted you to be his first kiss, but Karrie Jones took that privilege from you. He didn’t like Karrie Jones.

“I could be your first kiss.” The words fumble out of his mouth faster than his brain could process them. He watches your cheeks flush a darker pink tone. “I mean- I didn’t mean to- only if you want me to be“ “Okay.” You stare at him.

You watch the tips of his ears go red, and his brown doe eyes widen. He wasn’t expecting a yes. He thinks for a while, trying to figure out how to go about this. You look up at him more, trying to figure out what you’re supposed to do, if anything.

Eddie leans down and presses a soft peck on your lips before pulling away, his bare shoulders now red. You feel your face and ears go warm. He stares at you for a moment, before pulling away and grabbing his guitar again and starting to play once more, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. You turn back to your magazine, a smile now plastered across your face.

1982

The summer sun blares on your skin as Eddie drives down the road, the windows rolled down, letting the wind whip your hair around. The loud metal music blares through the speakers as you shuffle through the other cassette tapes he owns, trying to find the mixtape you made for him last year with a mix of some of your favorite songs. You hear the flick of a lighter and look up at your best friend only to give him a glare.

Eddie lights a cigarette held in his lips, before flicking the lighter closed. “Eddie,” he freezes and glances at you. “What?” He asks, before throwing the lighter on his dashboard. “You know I hate you smoking.” “Yet you still love me.” He smirks at you, a playful glint in his eye, which makes you roll your own.

Your friends in school thought it was weird that your best friend was a junior boy, though it made it worse to them that said boy was Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. You didn’t care, you never have. You enjoyed Eddie’s childish but playful behavior, his quirky manors and flirty nature. His hair has grown out way more than the buzz it used to be since you met him, and honestly he looks great. You would be the first to say it.

He pulls into the driveway of the lake house. It has been abandoned for a few weeks now, since Rick was arrested again. You grab out your bag from the back seat and Eddie unlocks the house, gesturing you to go in. “Ladies first.” “Oh thank you, Eddie the Banished, how kind of thee.” You snicker, carrying your bag into the house. “Of course, my lady, it is my honor to welcome you to my humble abode! Might we enjoy the house?” He smirks. You can’t help but giggle.

You sit curled up on the couch, your feet propped up on Eddie’s lap. Pizza boxes are emptied out on the coffee table as he puts on Halloween. You both groan at the stupid babysitter. “Why does she have to call over her boyfriend? She’s working. And in a horror film!” You gesture to the screen. Eddie laughs at your outburst. “What?” You ask, “the number 1 rule of surviving a horror film is not having sex and she’s totally gonna have sex!” You explain. Eddie smiles and shakes his head.

When the movie ends you glance out towards the lake, it’s dark. “Night swimming?” You look over at your best friend, a cheeky grin on your face. Eddie snickers before agreeing and you both go to your separate rooms to change.

You come out in your mom’s old bathing suit, one she never wore as a teen in 1959 cause it didn’t fit. It’s a red and white polka dotted one piece that haltered around your neck into a bow.

Eddie walks out of his room and stares at you as you stand in the living room, pulling your hair up in a ponytail so it doesn’t get wet.

Eddie can’t help but stare, he’s a horny teenage boy whose best friend is the one person he really wants, so yes, seeing you in a cute swim suit stopped his breathing.

“Ready?” He asks, pulling two beach towels from the closet. You smile at him and nod, securing your hair in your scrunchy.

Eddie leads you out to the water’s edge, sitting the towels out on the shore before quickly running out into the water, making you giggle. “It’s actually pretty warm, I thought it would be colder.” He lowers down into the shallow water. You step into the water only to have your feet feel slightly chilled, but not at all what you thought it would be. Before you can react, Eddie snatches you up and pulls you out deeper into the lake. “Eddie!” You slap his shoulder as he holds you around your hips, holding you against his body. “That’s my name, Doll, don’t wear it out.” He grins from ear to ear, proud of himself.

You glare at him, but your eyes soften when you meet his doe eyes, the soft stare back at you. “You know, it’s kinda weird, I think I’ve brought, what, three other girls out here- hey!” You smack your palm against his head, “You couldn’t pull three different girls, Munson.” He removes one hand from your back and places it against his chest, head tilting back. “You wound me, my lady.” “All in a days work.”

You both swish around in the water for a while, enjoying the extra warmth his body pressed against yours gives you. His hands secure you against him, holding around your waist while you lay your head on his shoulder.

You never feel uncomfortable around Eddie, no matter how you look or feel. He was comfort. The comfort you feel from the scent of his cheap cologne and the stench of cigarettes that comes from him. It all was Eddie. Though he’s changed a lot from that first day in late May, he’s still Eddie, your Eddie. And you love him.

You snuggle your face into his neck, the lake water reaching to your shoulder blades. You feel safe here with Eddie, like no one could touch you.

Eddie was doing his best to stay calm as your nose touches his neck. His hand presses firmly against the small of your back, enjoying your chest press against his own. He felt peaceful, with you stationed in his arms, snuggled into him to radiate more warmth.

“Hey, Doll,” Eddie pulls you both more into the shallow area, making sure he’s able to support you both in the water. You hum in response, but when he doesn’t answer, you sit up and look down at him. He stares at you, eyes unreadable. “What’s up?” You ask. He hesitates for a moment, glancing around the lake as if checking to make sure you’re alone. “Can I kiss you…?” The question lingers in the air for a while, an innocent ask.

You haven’t kissed anyone since Eddie kissed you that one time in his room. You haven’t dated anyone, even held hands with anyone, only Eddie. Yes, you want him to kiss you.

“You can.” You tell him. His eyes glitter as they catch the lamp light at the shore of the lake. He leans in to you, pressing a soft but sweet kiss to your lips. You hesitate a moment before kissing back.

Eddie’s lips are soft, pillowy even. He tastes like tobacco, but something minty lingers on the edge of his breath.

Your lips are squishy and soft too, Eddie notes to himself. A sweet taste, pleasing to him.

You lay your arm around his neck as you allow yourself to sink into the kiss more. Eddie places and hand firmly on the side of your face, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as he deepens the kiss, pressing his tongue to swipe across your lower lip.

You let him pull you both to shore, before laying you down on the ground, your back pressing into the soft dirt, before towering over you and kissing you again. Your legs naturally go around his hips, but he doesn’t lower himself. He keeps his hips elevated but his shoulders and head are lowered to you. When you both pull away, you’re breathless. Eddie stands before giving you a hand to lift you on your feet.

The kiss wasn’t talk about ever again, a lingering dismissal that happened and went. You both went back into the house, and enjoyed the rest of your weekend as two best friends would normally, with movies and board games.

1983

Eddie couldn’t help but notice as a guy started walking you to classes, but not just any guy, Steve “the hair” Harrington. You knew Steve through one of your other friends, but Eddie didn’t know much about the guy.

As he watched you stand in front of your locker, giggling with the guy, he couldn’t help the feeling of his stomach twisting. The undeniable feeling of jealousy.

Why were you talking to other guys? Were you dating him?

Eddie didn’t like the idea of you dating someone else, someone that wasn’t him. He just didn’t. He doesn’t have the courage to ask you out himself, but he doesn’t wanna see you walking around with other guys.

When the end of May rolled over into early June, the weather began to rain a bit more than usual during this time of year.

You always came over to his place when it rained, you both would sit on his couch and watch movies until it stopped. When you were both younger, you would run around in the mud and jump in puddles, but you haven’t been doing that since you got one of your dresses ruined by the mud splashing up.

Today you didn’t come.

Eddie sits outside, in the doorway of his trailer, a cigarette between his lips as the rain hits the concrete under his feet. His front is wet from the rain splashing up but he doesn’t care. The weather is humid and warm, making the rain the same.

He watches a car pull into the trailer park, before parking outside your home. Eddie watches you step out, your face the same as the day your dress got all muddy and ruined. He knows somethings wrong.

Then Steve steps out of the driver’s side.

He reaches out and grabs your arm, trying to pull you back to him, but you pull your arm away. “Come on, (y/n), it was just a joke.” He tries to laugh off the prank his friends pulled on you. “A joke? Steve, they took photos of me changing in your room!” You yell at him.

Steve shrugs, “At least they didn’t post them anywhere.” You stare at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? What the hell, Steve? Principals? Morals? The law? I’m a minor, Steve!” “So are we! It was just some fun, I’ll tell them to trash them, it’s not that big of a deal, (y/n)!”

The brunette tries to pull you in by your waist but you shove him away, walking towards your front door. “No, Steve. Because it’s basic respect! It’s everything!” You whip around to face him, his face not even looking hurt.

“I’m done. We’re done. God, Steve,” you look away from him, “I can’t believe I’ve dated you for so long only to realize now that you don’t respect me.”

You laugh at yourself, completely shocked at your own stupidity. You were blinded by infatuation, but now you see clearly. “Just, we’re done. Go home, Harrington.” You shove your door open and make it inside, slamming it shut in your now-ex’s face.

You lock it, and finally breath. You press your back to the door as your hair drips water onto the vinyl tile beneath you. You hear the car door open and slam shut, the rush of rain hitting the metal of the hood. It starts, and you hear the gravel crunch under the tires as Steve Harrington leaves, out of your life.

You feel almost relief. As if this huge burden was pulling you done for the past 4 months. You stand in the dark of your house, breathing, your chest rising and falling to a normal pace.

Stepping into your room after a couple minutes, you flick on the nightstand light, before throwing yourself into your desk chair. You look up at your ceiling. You should be crying, that’s the normal response to a break up right? But you can’t, you don’t feel sad.

A tap comes from your window and you peer up at it to see the long haired dork you call your best friend. You walk over, opening the window and pulling the metal head into your room. “You could have used the door, Eds.” You tell him, giggling as he shakes his head like a dog, hair soaking wet from the heavy downpour outside. “Yeah, but that’s not nearly as fun.” He smiles at you.

You gesture him to follow you to your bathroom, which he happily obeys, Reeboks leaving a wet print in the carpet of your room.

You lead him into the bathroom and sit him down on the toilet lid, pulling out a towel. “So why was Harrington here?” He asks. You run the towel through his hair, raising your brow. “You spying on me, Munson?” He tilts his head back to look at you, doe eyes soft and glittering from the bare light bulbs above your mirror. “Well someone has to keep an eye on you.” You roll your eyes at his statement.

Eddie has always been protective of you, you knew that. Ever since your first day of third grade and some girl made fun of your dress. Eddie made it seem like your clothes were cool, being he was older, kids listened. He was always there when you felt down, felt insecure, he was the boy who asked to be your first kiss, and honestly you hope he will be your last.

But that’s just a daydream, a flicker of imagination in your mind, tainting your reality.

Pulling out your hairdryer, you give him a quick blowdown, ruffling his hair. Eddie always enjoyed these moments, you pampering him, treating him almost like a child. He could see you doing it to your own kids in the future, their dark curls flipping around from the burst of air the dryer let out.

But that’s just a daydream of his. A flicker of imagination in his mind, tainting his reality.

You finish and unplug the hair tool, before pulling him back to your room. Eddie immediately walks over to your dresser, opening the bottom right drawer, his drawer. A few pairs of extra boxers, some pants, jeans and sweats, and a couple old band tees lie inside. He pulls out an old tee, a band he hadn’t listened to since freshman year.

He removes his soaked one and replaces it. It smells like you, soft daisy and honey, a hint of orange, and the plush warmth of something deeper, some kind of wood. But it was you. You’ve worn this shirt, and he could tell. He watched as you tugged a large tee over your own head, another shirt he recognized as his own, though the image was faded from multiple washes.

After throwing on some sweats, he lays down across your bed and you join him, leaning back against his shoulder. Your shorts scrunch at your thighs, lifting to show your entire leg. He places his hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles over your soft skin. “Ed,” you look up at him and he hums in response. “Can I kiss you…?”

Eddie freezes at the question and looks down at you, a small smile forms on his face. “Only if you want to, Doll.” He places his hand on your cheek and softly moves his fingers down across your jaw before tipping your chin up. He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips and you instantly lean into him more.

Your hand places onto his chest, softly pushing him down before throwing your leg across his lap, straddling him. Eddie hums into the kiss, gripping your thighs and leaning forward against your pressure on his chest. He kisses you sloppily, licking your bottom lip and you let him, opening your mouth slightly. His tongue fights yours, and your hands grip firmly at his shoulders when his move to your lower back, pulling you closer.

He pulls away finally, you both panting as your foreheads press together. “I think you’re gonna be the death of me, Doll.” He chuckles softly, making you giggle. “Eddie,” you throw your arms around his neck and give his cheek a soft peck, “do all men suck…?” Your voice sounds sad, but your face appears relaxed. Eddie thinks for a moment.

“Do I suck?” He questions back, eyes widening, anticipating your answer. You can’t help but let out a small laugh. “Fair point, Munson.” You lay your head onto his shoulder and he leans his head against yours, placing soft kisses on your cheek and forehead as you doze off.

1986

You’re in the Upside Down, Eddie and Dustin pressed to your back. The bats outside bang on the walls and roof of Eddie’s trailer. “I think it’s time to scoot.” You tell them. Eddie nods and you all move towards the makeshift rope from earlier.

You let Dustin climb up first as the banging becomes harder. Your heart races as you watch Dustin drop onto Eddie’s mattress. “Ed,” you look over at him. He’s staring at the door of the trailer, “Ed.” You call out again, making him turn to you. “Come on,” you tell him, hand on the rope. “You first.” He steps closer. You stare at him, time practically stopping. “You’re- you’re gonna be right behind me right?” You ask him. He nods. “Guys, come on!” Dustin calls out.

You climb up the rope, fear pulling at your heart. You drop down and take Dustin’s hand to get to your feet. “Come on, Eddie!” Dustin yells. Eddie stands on the other side of the gate staring at you. “Eddie,” you simply say. “I’m sorry.”

He cuts the rope.

Your heart stops. As he runs out of view you feel the world stop around you, everything in slow motion. You can’t loose him. You refuse to. He’s everything to you. He’s all you’ve wanted since you can remember.

“(Y/n)!” Dustin calls out your name. You look over at the freshman as he moves a chair on top of the mattress. You quickly step up and pull yourself through the gate, Dustin helping to push you through. He follows after you but you don’t wait.

You bust through the trailer door and see your best friend on the ground, the demobats biting at his stomach, chest, everywhere they can. You grab anything you can get your hands on, which seems to be a bat on the ground by the trailer, and begin swatting at them, knocking them off of his tattered body.

Dustin runs out and begins helping you, but before long they all fall to the ground, you run over to Eddie as he breaths heavily, he’s coughing. “Doll?” He speaks out as you quickly fall to his side, pulling his head onto your lap. “Right here, Eds, you’re gonna be ok.” You fumble out your words tears coming out of your eyes. “I didn’t run away this time.” Eddie smiles, Dustin stares at his body, eyes wide and worried. “No, no you didn’t, Eddie. You did really good.” Your voice is cracking, every emotion that has been hidden away for years now being pulled forward.

“You have to leave, get out of here.” Eddie chokes out. “No, I’m not leaving you, Eddie. I can’t-” Eddie lifts his hand and he smiles at you. “You know whats really stupid?” You let your tears fall down your face. “I did this without ever telling you.”

You stare at him confused, forehead crinkling. “Tell me what, Eds?” You run your fingers over his cheek. His smile grows, “I love you, (y/n). I’ve loved you forever.” He coughs a bit leaning into your touch. “I-“ You hesitate, taken aback by his sudden declaration of love. “You fucking idiot.” You cry harder, tears dripping down on his cheeks. “God, why are you so fucking stupid…?” He chuckles, which turns into a cough. “(Y/n), please go…” His eyes flutter closed and your heart stops.

“Eds..? No. No no no no, Eddie!?” You pay your palms against his cheeks, “Please, no, no no. Wake up. Come on, Eds, don’t die on me!” You quickly get to your feet, pulling his shoulders off the dirt and to your chest, you look over at Dustin. “(Y/n), what are you doing…?” “I can’t leave him, Dustin. I refuse! We need to get him to a hospital!” Dustin stands there, shock and fear stopping him from moving.

“Dustin!!” You yell at him and he quickly reacts, grabbing at Eddie’s feet.

You sit in the hospital room, the sun of a new day shinning in through the curtains. It’s been a week since the events of the Upside Down. Eddie has been unconscious but alive, laying in the hospital bed in front of you. He’s been proven innocent, the old lab workers covering up the accident of the Upside Down.

You stare out the window, your body still weak from the events of that night. “Doll…?” The voice catches you off guard, whipping your head around you look towards the bed. “Eddie…?” You stand quickly, moving over to be by him. He smiles at you, happy to see you are ok. “Am I dreaming…?” He asks. Your eyes water, tears slowly falling down your cheeks, “No, Eds, I’m here. I’m right here. We’re ok, Dustin and I pulled you out.” You grip his hand happy to hear his voice again, happy to see him awake again.

He grips your hand tightly, “hey, it’s ok. I’m ok.” He smiles at you, making you laugh a bit. “I’m supposed to be saying that, Eds, you’re the one in a hospital bed.” Eddie stares at you, his brown doe eyes soft as he smiles up at you. “Eddie,” you cup his cheek, leaning down and pressing your lips to his.

His eyes widen, but he kisses you back, bringing his free hand up to your cheek. “What was that for…?” You smile pressing your foreheads together. “I love you, Eddie Munson. I should have told you that so long ago. I’ve loved you since when I was 11 and you won me that cat plush from the claw machine, loved you when you gave me my first kiss all those years ago. Hell, I loved you when we were in that lake at night, and you held me so close to you. God, why didn’t I tell you soon?” You cry, tears streaming down your face.

He grins at you, teeth showing, “I love you, (y/n), so much. God, never let me do something like that again. Could’ve died and never had this moment.” He laughs, and you do too. You give him another kiss, this time letting it last longer.

“I’ll go get the doctor now, let them know you’re awake.” You smile and pull away from him.

Eddie stays in the hospital for another couple of days after waking up, for checkups and tests. You finally become his girlfriend after years of being best friends.

As much as your world was turned upside down within the last month, being able to call him yours, finally, made it all worth it. You’d fight a thousand more demobats to be able to go back in time and live every moment of your life with him again. Because finally, after so long, you knew how much you both loved each other. It was all gonna be ok.

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

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Hiii 💌 sorry it took so mad long! I had busy weeks and even lack of inspirations. Hope that you still enjoy it and thank you so much for the request!

The night market

❒ words: 2.5k+

❒ summary: In which Chaeri and Jungkook sneak out of the dorms during the trainee period

❒ genre: Fluff; Slice of life

❒ warnings: mentions of poker

April 2013

Chaeri had been in a sour mood all day.

She had sulked from the time she woke up for breakfast, to the hours spent practicing choreography for their debut concept, and even when she came back to the dorms.

That's why Namjoon was surprised when he leaned in to kiss her temple goodbye and noticed her smirk instead of a scowl.

The bad temper seemed to have slipped away from her, which would usually make him suspicious that she was up to something; a troublemaker without equal.

But when Chaeri met his gaze, her eyes were so gentle and pure, he told himself she likely just grasped the situation and wasn't angry anymore

The day before, the older members of the group received an unexpected invitation from some staff members to join them for a friendly game of poker. Excitement filled the air as they discussed the invitation among themselves, looking forward to a night of camaraderie and friendly competition.

However, as they considered the nature of the game, they collectively decided that it wouldn't be suitable for Jungkook and Chaeri to participate. Poker involves betting and gambling, and they felt it would be more appropriate for the two youngest members, who were still in their mid-teens, to abstain from such activities, who had not been very cooperative with their decision. Jungkook had quickly given up on the idea; Chaeri had given everyone a hard time until just before.

The living room's chandelier flickered and dimmed, reminding Namjoon he needed to get a new bulb soon.

"You know I'm sorry," he said, gazing into her eyes "But it's an evening for..."

"Adults!" Taehyung, ever the bratty he was, came up behind them on his way out of the dorms.

"Aged or nearly so", Namjoon added with an apologetic smile.

Chaeri rolled her eyes at Taehyung's comment but didn't say anything.

"It's okay, enjoy yourselves"

"We will" Namjoon said, eyeing Chaeri with a look of worry "Chaeri," he spoke in an authoritative yet caring voice, "I know you’re mature, but please remember to take care of yourselves while we're away. Lock all the doors and windows. There are snacks in the kitchen—help yourself but be mindful about how much junk food you eat."

Namjoon's gaze grew more serious. "If anyone comes to the door, don't open it unless you recognize them. Your safety is the most important thing; if anything feels wrong or if you need help, call one of us right away - me or any of the oppas. Don't hesitate to reach out, okay?"

He smiled and patted her on the head. "You'll be fine, Chaeri. Jungkook is here with you, and I trust both of you to look out for each other. Have a good evening, and we'll be back before you know it."

With a nod, Chaeri watched as the older members of BTS filed out of the dorm, leaving her - and Jungkook who was in the other room - alone.

Chaeri was not about to stay in, especially when the others had treated her and Jungkook like kids. If they were old enough to debut in the entertainment industry, they were old enough to play poker.

Once the sounds of the boys straying in the alleyway had become faint, she made her way to the room, where all of them slept on bunk beds every night.

Jungkook was perched atop one of the beds, his head almost brushing against the ceiling. He had a comic book in his hands and was studying its black-and-white images.

Chaeri watched him for a moment, debating whether to tell him what she was planning. Jungkook always followed what the older members told him to do, perhaps with a little convincing she would be able to persuade him to join her.

She tiptoed up onto the creaky lower mattress to get a better look at Jungkook, who was sprawled across the top bunk. He snapped out of his comic book when he noticed her looking at him "You're bored" he said.

"Utterly and completely bored—can you tell?" She sighed

"Since the hyungs are gone, we have access to the TV. Want to watch a movie?"

"Actually...I had something else in mind"

Jungkook looked at her curiously, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"They left to play poker and did not allow us to go with them. They said we're not allowed to play because we're too young. It's not fair"

""I still don't understand what you're trying to say. What's on your mind?"

"I was thinking...we could sneak out and find our own way to have fun," Chaeri suggested, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Jungkook's eyes widened in surprise at her suggestion. He glanced nervously around the small dorm, as if the others could appear at any second to catch them in the act. "But what if they find out? They told us not to leave the dorms"

Chaeri shrugged, a devilish grin spreading across her face. "Isn't that all the more reason to do it? They treat us like children all the time. We deserve to have some fun on our own"

An eagerness was slowly growing within him and he nodded in agreement."Okay, let's do it. But...where are we going to go?"

"To play poker!"

Excitement pulsed through Chaeri as she and Jungkook slipped out of the dorms and into the cool night air. They walked briskly, eager to find a club or bar where they could play poker.

However, their excitement was short-lived as they quickly discovered that every club they tried to enter turned them away, citing their age as the reason. They had no luck at the first club, or the second, or even the third.

As they walked down the dimly lit street, Chaeri's mood started to sour once more. She had been so sure that they would be able to find a place to play poker, but now it seemed like all their efforts were in vain.

"This is stupid," she grumbled, kicking a pebble down the pavement.

Jungkook glanced at Chaeri, seeing her frustration and disappointment. He understood her desire to prove themselves as capable and independent, but it seemed that their age was indeed a barrier they couldn't overcome.

"I know it's frustrating, Chaeri" Jungkook said, his voice sympathetic. "But maybe they were right. Maybe we are too young for this kind of thing."

Chaeri halted in her steps, turning to look at Jungkook with narrowed eyes. "Don't tell me you're giving up too?"

Jungkook shook his head quickly, holding up his hands in surrender. "No, not at all. I just think that we should maybe consider doing something else. Something that won't get us into trouble"

Chaeri let out a huff of frustration, but she knew deep down that he was right. They couldn't keep searching for a club that would let them play poker; they needed to find a different way to pass the time.

"Fine," she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you suggest, then?"

Jungkook's lips parted in a smile, his eyes twinkling as he spoke. "Let's go to the night market!"

Chaeri tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. "Night market? What kind of place is that?" She asked, intrigued by the unfamiliar term.

Jungkook let out a laugh and replied “It’s a huge marketplace at night! There are vendors selling all sorts of food and drinks, there are carnival-style games and rides, and some shops sell really unique goods. It’s one of my favorite places to go” He said as he hopped onto the nearest subway station platform.

Chaeri followed him curiously as she felt a spark of excitement light up inside her chest. She had grown up all her life in France, so any opportunity to immerse herself into Korean culture was highly welcomed. Jungkook began talking animatedly about all the interesting foods they could try at the night market, and she couldn't help but feel impressed by his knowledge of their native culture.

Deprived by her mother of her native culture and language, she had instead come to learn all about European culture; yet despite being Korean, by her teenage years she understood surprisingly little about her homeland.

As they rode the subway, he pointed out the city sights that caught his eye, ranging from ancient monuments to modern-day skyscrapers. Chaeri listened with rapt attention, feeling a sense of pride swell in her heart at seeing the city through an experienced local’s eyes.

Finally, the subway doors slid open, and they stepped out into the lively atmosphere of the night market.

Chaeri's senses were immediately overwhelmed by the kaleidoscope of sights and sounds surrounding her. Above, strings of multicolored neon lights formed a mesmerizing constellation, casting an ethereal glow over the bustling crowd below. The air was alive with the infectious beats of K-pop music, their rhythmic melodies intertwining with the joyful laughter and chatter of the visitors.

Chaeri walked beside Jungkook, her eyes darting from one intriguing stall to another. The tantalizing aroma of street food wafted through the air, mingling with the scents of exotic spices and sizzling grills. Her mouth watered at the sight of vendors skillfully flipping skewers of succulent meat and frying golden dumplings.

Although Chaeri couldn't read most of the Korean characters on the signs, she attempted to decipher them, occasionally stumbling over unfamiliar words. She wished she had a better grasp of her mother tongue; speaking for her was easier, though occasionally she stumbled over words or mispronounced them. She felt a little ashamed for not knowing more about her Korean heritage.

Throughout the evening, Chaeri kept tugging at Jungkook's sleeve to ask questions about certain dishes, inscriptions, and trinkets that drew her interest.

"Kook!" she exclaimed, grabbing his arm to halt their steps.

Jungkook turned towards her, following her gaze to a nearby stall adorned with an array of handmade jewelry. The owner, a skilled artisan, meticulously threaded delicate beads of various colors and designs, creating stunning pieces that sparkled under the glow of the market lights. Chaeri's eyes widened with fascination.

"Let's go check it out," he suggested, and Chaeri eagerly followed him to the stand.

As they approached the jewelry stall, Chaeri's eyes widened with wonder as she took in the intricate designs and shimmering pieces showcased. The array of jewelry sparkled under the warm glow of the stall's lights, casting enchanting reflections on Chaeri's face.

Jungkook could not help but think that at that moment, she looked more beautiful than usual and even blushed at his thoughts.

Among the captivating collection, Chaeri's gaze was caught by a small hairpin adorned with a delicate arrangement of tiny pearls and jewels intricately intertwined with strands of glistening gold wire. Mesmerized, she reached out and delicately picked up the hairpin, holding it up to the light to observe its craftsmanship. Every delicate detail seemed to tell a story, a testament to the artisan's skill and the beauty of the materials used.

"It's so beautiful," Chaeri breathed, her voice filled with awe. The combination of pearls, jewels, and gold created a stunning harmony that seemed to dance with the light. "I've never seen anything like it before."

When she lived with her mother in France, beautiful jewelry and accessories were never lacking, but she had never owned something so lovely

Jungkook couldn't help but smile, his heart warmed by Chaeri's enchantment. He knew he wanted to see her happiness bloom even further. "Do you want it?" he asked, his voice laced with a gentle eagerness.

Chaeri's eyes darted back to the hairpin, conflicted by her desire and the presumed cost that accompanied such intricate craftsmanship. She hesitated, her fingertips gently tracing the contours of the design. "I don't know... it's probably too expensive" she admitted

Jungkook, determined to make her dreams come true, reached into his pocket and retrieved a handful of coins and bills. His fingers swiftly counted the money. "I think we have enough" he said confidently, a hint of mischief playing on his lips.

Chaeri's curiosity piqued, and she couldn't help but inquire, "Where did you get all this money from?"

Jungkook's grin widened as he revealed his secret. "I collected it from the swear jar" he confessed, his voice filled with playful pride.

Chaeri's eyes widened in surprise, remembering the times when their friends would playfully scold each other and contribute money to the jar as a lighthearted way to discourage swearing.

She couldn't help but burst out in laughter at Jungkook's brattiness, feeling proud for him for not following the rules for once.

Jungkook's smile only grew wider at the sound of her laughter. He gave her a playful nudge with his elbow. "So, do you want it?" he asked again, gesturing to the hairpin.

She knew it was silly to spend so much money on a hairpin, but she couldn't resist the temptation. "Yes, I want it" she said, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Jungkook slid a stack of coins across the wooden countertop to the stall owner, who bowed his head in gratitude and carefully nestled the hairpin in a small velvet bag.

As she opened the delicate envelope and revealed the treasure within, Jungkook's eyes never left her. He watched in awe as her face lit up with pure delight, her eyes widening as she beheld the intricate craftsmanship of the hairpin. With a graceful movement, she secured it into her dark, silky hair, effortlessly blending tradition with modern beauty.

Using a small hand mirror, Chaeri admired herself, turning this way and that to catch the light of a nearby lantern. The soft glow illuminated her radiant skin, creating an ethereal aura around her. The hairpin, now nestled amidst her locks, sparkled brilliantly, accentuating her features and enhancing her innate beauty. It was as if the accessory had been tailor-made for her.

Jungkook found himself captivated by her, unable to tear his gaze away.

In that moment, as their eyes met in the flickering light, time seemed to stand still. The bustling market faded into the background, and for an instant, it was just the two of them.

"Chaeri-ya, that hairpin you're wearing is beautiful. When did you get it?"

Jin's compliment caught Chaeri off guard, causing her to falter in her movements. She momentarily forgot the lie she had prepared. "Um, I got it a while ago," she replied, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

Jin raised an eyebrow, a look of curiosity on his face. "Really? I don't remember seeing it before."

"I don't wear it often. Why are you so interested? It's just a hairpin. Do you want one too oppa?" she teased, returning to look in the mirror in front of her as she rehearsed for the umpteenth time the most difficult movements of the debut choreography.

"I was asking out of curiosity - You know.. the money from the swear jar was gone this morning"

Chaeri had to suppress a giggle, looking only for a moment into the eyes of the older member "Who knows, try asking Taehyung. I heard him say he wanted to borrow it." She had set out to make her best friend pay for the way he enjoyed the fact that he could play poker and she could not

"Aish, that little brat.. TAEHYUNG-AH!"

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Lee Haechan Keeps Breaking Up With Me

PAIRING | l.dh x f. reader, ft. n.jm

GENRE | angst, slight fluff

WORD COUNT | 7.6k

NOTE | i just wrote all of this, it's not proofread lol. this is the start of the started with a book series. first book is called laura dean keeps breaking up with me. it's an lgbtq+ comic styled book. the art style is very pretty and the story itself, i find, is good. a coming to age story about friends, neglect, and toxic relationships. i followed the basic plot for the most part but all scenes, characters, and personal story lines are not 100% true to the original book. credits to the author of course for what i did relate to.

WARNING | reader has negative views of themselves, mentions of infidelity, manipulative characteristics, toxic relationships

SONG | i don't know you - the marias

SUMMARY | becoming lee haechan's girlfriend was the best day of your life. he was everything you dreamed of. the most breathtaking, and beautiful lee haechan was someone you were lucky enough to call yours. it goes unnoticed how he easily manipulated you into doing all he wanted, believing the pretty lies that left his lips. the love you had for him was enough to blind you to how mean he could be and how often he broke up with you just to get back together again. no one understood why you kept running back into the embrace of the boy who paid no mind to your pain. when you seek advice from the don't need that love online forum, your forced to face the truth. your heart is breaking slowly, your friendship is falling apart, and you can't seem to do anything right. and what would it take for him to stop breaking up with you?

Wiping down the cafe table, you find yourself lost in the repetitive motions of your work. You move your arm around, rag in hand, watching as the little crumbs fall on the floor. Placing the napkin dispenser and other items neatly in their respective places. Backing away from the now clean area, you take the used dishes to the kitchen. You hear the faint chimes that sound every time people walk in and out. It’s not as busy, that being the situation every Wednesday afternoon. When you come out back to the front you’re greeted with a small cappuccino made by your co-worker Na Jaemin.

“You look like you need an energizer. Don’t worry, the boss won’t mind.” Glancing at him and back at the drink in his hand you break out in a small but grateful smile.

“Thank you Jaem, what would I do without your kind gestures?”

“Crash and burn.” At that you let out a laugh that makes Jaemin’s eyes sparkle. Something you never noticed, eyes always wondering elsewhere.

“Honestly, I can say you read me better than my own boyfriend.” You also miss the twitch in Jaemin’s smile, lips almost frowning. But he reverts back to his friendly self knowing that the place next to yours wasn’t for him.

“Well I believe that your boyfriend is a little bitch.” You almost choke on your coffee at the sudden selection of words.

“Jaemin!”

“Just saying what I believe. An opinion tis all. Now finish up young lady, back to work before manager Suh comes in and sees you downing his precious coffee.”

“I thought you said he wouldn’t mind.”

“Hmm did I?” You stifle a giggle as you finish up your tasty cappuccino. Although he had been partially messing with you when he called your boyfriend a little bitch, you couldn’t help but wonder if Haechan wasn’t the best boyfriend in the world. You could’ve gone without the name calling. Visibly, you sigh as you throw your coffee cup away, thoughts of Haechan lingering in your mind. Most of the time, the emotions you felt when remembering him were sad and lonely ones. You oftenly had to wonder where he was or if he’d call you. Maybe he’d forgotten about you completely at times. You weren’t sure but you hoped it wasn’t so.

When the chimes ring again, you look up ready to greet the incoming customer when you realize it’s your bestfriend Mark. Your smile diminishes as you watch the evident frown and glaring eyes. When he stops at the counter you don’t even get one word out before he speaks up.

“What happened to showing up to my show at 4 pm sharp?” Your eyes widen. Shit.

“M-Mark, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to miss it, Johnny called me in to work yesterday and I forgot to follow up with you. Please I’m sorry, I-I can make it up to you.”

“You can’t because you always do this.”

“What do you mean?” You feel yourself try to hide, curl into yourself as Mark’s words leave painful imprints on your chest. You couldn’t blame him though, it was your fault. Only you were to blame for being a fuck up of a girlfriend and best friend.

“You always come to me when you need something or when you’re down. Mostly when your jerk of a boyfriend doesn’t give you any attention. But when I want to go to you you’re never there. When I tell you I have a show that I really care about that I would love for my best friend to show up to, you forget. It’s not fair.” Mark looks near tears as he speaks to you in a tone that always felt alien to you. He starts to turn away, opting to just leave at that point.

“Markie, wait, don’t go I really am sorry!”

“Fuck off Y/N.” There’s the sound of a choked off sob, tears tricking with a heavy heart in hand. You jump slightly when Jaemin’s hand comes to soothingly rub your back, arms bringing you into a hug.

“It’s okay Y/N, it’ll be okay. If you want, go home and rest up a bit, it’s not a busy day and I can talk to manager Suh.”

You want to shake your head and say no, that you’re fine and that you can do your job but Jaemin doesn’t let you. And even if his intentions were good, it only made you feel worse. Not only were you a careless best friend and boring girlfriend, but now you were a useless co-worker. Walking out of the cafe, your eyes were trained on the sidewalk, the tears still streaming down your face. They didn’t stop even when you reached your house. Not until you fell asleep with only a pillow to hold.

You spent the entirety of the following week trying to make up for your mistake. You kept apologizing, telling him that you appreciated him a lot and supporting him during his recordings. He accepted it, also apologizing for telling you to fuck off but you told him there was no need. He was right to be upset with you and you promised that this time, you’d work on being a better and attentive friend. Knowing that the only thing Mark was forgetful about was eating properly, you oftenly brought him lunch boxes and coffee from your workplace.

You were aware that Mark wasn’t a big fan of your boyfriend. And it frustrated him to see the frequency of your visits with lunch boxes in hand not because he wasn’t grateful but because he knew Haechan never saw any of this. Your boyfriend was as good as a ghost, even dead. He hoped that one day, you’d have the courage to leave him and be happy. You were his childhood friend and seeing how those eyes of yours morphed into something sad and empty would always be a sadness of his own.

It was Tuesday morning when you walked out of the recording studio, bidding farewell to Mark. You made your way towards the Art Building, where your Intro to Art and Visual Culture class was scheduled in about thirty minutes. You sat on one of the seats in the hallway to wait for your class to begin. Scrolling through your phone, you couldn’t help but see what Haechan had been posting. He told you he was busy, it was why you hadn’t seen him in over three weeks. If hanging out with friends at a bar could be considered busy. You never complained or called him out for anything. You weren’t that type of girlfriend and Haechan would probably be annoyed if you were.

Still, you couldn’t help but wish that those pretty eyes would look at you. You could almost imagine him walking up to you, wearing nothing but jeans and an oversized hoodie. You’d look to your left, seeing him sit down next to you, getting lost in those sparkling and mischievous eyes. The pretty marks that dotted his face, creating the Ursa Minor constellation. You would adoringly call him your little bear because of it. His hair had always looked soft, grown out and messy but it was your favorite out of all the ones he’d worn before. You liked how it almost came around his eyes and down to the back of his neck. When you blink again, his image is gone and you’re left with an empty seat, just a picture of him on your phone case.

Your head falls back gently onto the wall behind you, eyes closing. What would it take for Haechan to just see you? To love you like you did him? He had to at least somewhat love you. He wouldn’t keep coming back if he didn’t, right? It felt more like something you tried to tell yourself to believe instead of what could be the actual truth. Maybe Haechan didn’t love you. Or maybe you were asking for too much when you were not enough. Still, Haechan was yours. At least a piece of him had to be yours, even if your entirety belonged only to him. When your eyes open, moving to the side, you see his smiling face.

“I wish you were real.”

“If I weren’t then what would I be? A ghost?” You blink once and then again. By the third time, he’s still sitting there. That dazzling smirk spreads across his face as it always did. Suddenly, he brings himself closer, head tilting and lips aiming straight for yours. You felt that emptiness fill again, forgetting all the bad thoughts that clouded your mind. Before he could pull away, you surprisingly let your fingers slip into his hair and hold him there for a bit. He lets a muffled sound of what seems surprise as he lets you get lost within him.

For you it was everything but for Haechan, he just relished in the way he held your delicate heart in his hands. Always at his beckoning call even when he discarded you. He could always present himself in front of you and you’d be like a puppy waiting for their master.

He pulls away from you, eyes hooded when he sees you chase a bit after him. You miss the bad glimmer in his eyes, when he takes a good look at your closed eyes, lips colored red and swollen. You feel his hand come up to caress at your cheek softly, a great contrast from the manipulative feelings burning within him.

“Darling, you look so cute like this. Maybe I should keep you waiting for my kisses more frequently.” He clearly knows what he’s doing and saying when he watches the sad frown grace your lips.

“I missed you so much. I haven’t seen you in three weeks now. Where have you been?”

“I told you I was busy doing stuff. My friends needed me. But I remembered about your class today and since I didn’t have anything to do I thought maybe we could go somewhere.” Another frown, another internal flare of manipulative words. A never ending dance doomed for tragedy.

“Hyuckie, I have class in twenty minutes.”

“The same class you attend every Tuesday for five months. Missing one class isn’t going to affect you. Besides, don’t you want to spend time with me? You said you missed me.” Haechan’s hand retracts, his thumb lightly grazing now at your neck.

“But I like this class a lot.” This time it’s Haechan who frowns, observing how you’ve become a little resistant to him.

“What, so you like your class more than me? I thought I meant more, that I was important to you above all else.” When you see him pout he knows he’s roped you in. He likes the desperate look to please him and wonders what he did in life to find such a willing girl that wants to see him happy and sets her heart right out in front of him. He could almost laugh.

“Fine, fine. But only this one time. I can’t keep skipping classes.”

“Don’t worry love, no one will notice you’re missing and we can have fun.” No one would ever notice you the way I do. See you the way I do. Your heart, it’s all for me to play with and do as I please. And you could never dream of saying no to me my love.

Haechan grasps at your hand now, excitedly dragging you away. To you, not much else mattered more than keeping him happy. Even if it was at the expense of your responsibilities and well being. As long as he could smile with those dazzling eyes into yours, you thought that was enough.

“Where are we going Haechannie?”

“Anywhere we want.” Anywhere I want.

“Can we get coffee together?”

“Should we?” No.

“Unless you don’t want to, we could go get ice cream if you’d like, I know you like that one place by the bookstore.”

“Hmm, I guess we’ll get ice cream then!” Of course we are.

“Haechannie?”

“Yes?” What?

“I love you.”

“Me too.” Of course you do, who wouldn’t?

And eventually when you do get your ice cream and he pays for you, you get a piece of him. You enjoy it to the fullest. But as you're finishing your treat, he does what he always does. When his eyes find his friends he lets those words roll smoothly out of his mouth. I’ll be back so wait for me here.

You tell yourself he’ll come back. But you always knew what those eight words meant. Even if you denied it as hard as you could, the rising moon could not deny it for you.

Haechan left you in the dark again.

Dear DNYL,

My name is Y/N and I’m a third year college student at Dream University of the Arts. I’m currently in a relationship with my sweet boyfriend Hyuck. I love him dearly. He’s a great guy deep down. When he first asked me to be his girlfriend, I was sitting on a singswet and he was kneeling in front of me. He looked at me, I know he took a really good look at me. He was so sweet, his hand held mine, and he told me that he had never met another girl like me. He said he wanted to keep me all for himself.

But I think that things aren’t going very well. I just can’t figure out why. I love him and he loves me. I know he does. He buys me ice cream. Even pretty flowers because he knows I like them. He lets me join in on his streams. He’s a gamer. He’s pretty good at it too. I’m not as good so he doesn’t let me embarrass myself in front of his friends. I know he’s taking care of me by doing this.

I just can't seem to understand something. Even with all this love, Hyuck sometimes feels upset. And I don’t know how to fix it. I know it’s my fault, I should pay more attention to him because I’m his girlfriend. I care for him a lot. But I don’t know how to fix it because truthfully, my boyfriend Hyuck keeps breaking up with me and I don’t know what to do. Please reply soon.

Lots of love,

Y/N

It was a mistake. Your balance had failed and the other boy had been too close. You were slightly tipsy, waiting on the couch for your boyfriend. He invited you to the bar he frequented with his friends. You were okay enough to know that you were going to have to apologize again. Not only to Haechan but to Jaemin too. Your boyfriend was so caught up in talking to some other person that he forgot about his promise to take you home half an hour ago. You decided to take matters into your own hands, not being able to take the sight in front of you.

Jaemin hadn’t taken very long to find you. He came over to you asking if you were okay, you only replied with a small yes as you took his hand into yours. But the world was spinning so when you fell back, Jaemin tripped over you, lips brushing against yours. It was straight out of a dramatic story. But he didn’t stay more than a second like that when he was getting up, ears red, and stuttering apologies. You laughed, waving it off, and telling him that you’d really like to go home.

Jaemin held you close to his side, when his eyes came up, he noticed the silhouette of the person he could honestly say he hated. He watched as Haechan’s arm retracted from the girl next to him, eyes engaging him in a furious glare. Before anything else could happen, Jaemin pulls away first, his top priority being you.

“Let’s take you home okay?” You nod, letting him guide you to his car. You don’t notice the familiar steps that hurriedly hit the payment. It’s only when he’s blocking you from Jaemin’s car that you realize Haechan followed you out. He looks towards you, extending his hand out for you to take.

“Y/N, I’ll take you home.”

“If you haven’t noticed I’m taking her home.”

“I wasn’t talking to you. Y/N, let’s go now.” He moves forward to take almost by force but stops when he watches with shock at how you sink deeper into Jaemin’s arms. You most certainly did not just reject Haechan in preference of Jaemin. You couldn’t have done that.

“Y/N?” He tries to soften his voice, masking the edge and frustration he’s feeling. To him, there was definitely something wrong with you. You’ve been resisting him recently and he wasn’t a fan of it.

“You didn’t take me home. Jaemin…will do it. He listens.” Jaemin moves around Haechan, still holding onto you as he places you in the passenger's seat. He was sure to properly accommodate you. And when you saw that, your hands came up to try and wipe away your tears. Your sobs may have been hushed but Haechan heard them loud and clear. He turned to watch as you completely fell apart, telling Jaemin so openly that your chest was hurting. That you wanted it to stop. And then before Jaemin closed the door, you uttered words neither boys would’ve ever thought you’d say.

“I wish you were my boyfriend instead. You’re not reckless. You make me feel safe Nana.” It was funny, how they both stilled, eyes wide with shock but for completely different reasons. Haechan felt humiliated. He was hurt but his brain processed all the wrong reasons. Thinking that he was losing his control over you was what he thought bothered him. Jealousy? Of course it was, you were after all his. Jaemin on the other hand, felt sad that he wished it would be the same. But he knew that the moment you’d sober up, you’d forget all of this. And you’d go back to the very arms you were running from tonight.

When you arrived at your house, Jaemin had to carry you. You were at the same low you found yourself in whenever Haechan was around. Jaemin was seeing it all and you couldn’t help the embarrassment in you. But Jaemin didn’t care about any of that. What he cared about was your wellbeing. He loved you more than his words could convey. It ripped him apart to watch Haechan bring you down and toy with you as if you were nothing. But he could never force something that was not meant to be. All he could was be a good friend, it was all he could be even if he craved for more.

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“Making you…drive me home. Bothering…”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for. I’m here when you need me.”

“Sorry about the kiss. Lost my balance.” For all the self control Jaemin had, he didn’t want to stop his next words. He wouldn’t regret them, he’d just regret the feeling of your inevitable rejection.

“I kinda liked it.”

“Hmm.” Jaemin sighs at your response.

“Of all times you decide to fall asleep on me, it’s the moment I bare a piece of my soul. Sleep well Y/N.” He leaves the door to your room ajar and walks towards the sofa bed in your living room. He doesn’t want to leave you alone in this state, well aware you’d need someone to take care of you in the morning. If only he could hold you, brush his fingers through your hair, and kiss you again. Even if it was selfish, he wanted to be in his place. He’d always want it to be him instead.

Dear Y/N,

Thank you for reaching out to us! I’m Renjun, one of the consultants from Don’t Need That Love. I just want you to know that I’m proud of you for sending us your letter. I want you to take a moment. Just take a moment to breathe. Focus on yourself as you read this and put away all other thoughts. I want you to know that as a consultant here, I am very honest with my words from what I collect from these letters. Although, it may not be what you wish to here, we do this to give perspective on what may be happening in your love life. At the end of the day, I am here to help.

The relationship you are in is not very healthy. Significant others are meant to be there for you, cherish you, and make you happy. But I think you’ve convinced yourself that your boyfriend doing all these things for you is his way of showing his love. I think he tries to manipulate you with his words, to make himself seem like he’s upset and guilt you into giving in. You don’t need someone else to validate you as a good person. You work on accepting yourself as you are. And if there’s someone in your life who truly cares about you, they will be the ones to talk about healthy changes you need to consider.

Not allowing you to play games and to just watch his streams because his friends are there, is not an excuse. If anything he’s supposed to stick up for you. He has probably tried to mold you into someone who is dependent on him. To have you any time he calls out.

Let me ask you sincerely, do you think Hyuck truly sees you for the person you are? Does he know all the things you enjoy? Does he respect you and your friends? Does he agree and accept your words even if it’s a simple opinion or request? Ask yourself, how do his actions reflect the love he says he has for you. Write it out if you’d like, think upon it and then if you want you can write to me again. I hope to hear from you soon.

Lovingly,

Renjun

“We need to talk.” It was the first time Haechan wasn’t so kind to you. Before, it was an exchange of a few words and then him abruptly walking away. But now, he dragged you by your arm, fingers painfully digging into your skin. He led you into the alleyway next to the cafe you worked at. Letting you go, he let his arms fall at his sides. He ignored the way you rubbed your arm to soothe the pain.

“Were you trying to hurt me last night?” You winced.

“N-no, I didn’t mean to-”

“So what, you were just caught up in the moment. For fucksake he was on top of you and you let him!”

“I didn’t mean to do it! It was an accident!”

“So if I were to just kiss any other girl I’d be able to call it an accident? Is that how much my love means to you?” It hurt that he’d accuse you but it didn’t outweigh the guilt you felt for hurting him too.

“No, of course not. Your love means so much to me I-”

“Do you remember what you said to Jaemin?” For some reason, Haechan looked more hurt than you’ve ever seen. His eyes were slightly red as if he had cried.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“You called him to pick you up. Because I didn’t do it as soon as you wanted to. You told him he listens to you. Do you think that I don’t? You think I’m an inadequate boyfriend.”

“Hyuckie no-”

“You told him you wished he were your boyfriend instead!” His statement shuts you up immediately. Hands shaking nervously from the onslaught of accusations. You were drunk but you knew what you had said. And although you avoided that conversation with Jaemin, you knew it was inevitable with Haechan.

“Should we just break up?” At this you panic and Haechan laughs, relishing in how immediately you reached out to him. You’re still mine. You belong to me and no one else.

“Darling, every time we break up we always find our way back. You understand me and I’m the only one who understands you. What we have is more important than a meaningless kiss you shared with that bastard,” he watches your lips slightly frown, “unless you think he’s more important to you than I am.” You shake your head, giving the answer he wanted.

“I want to hear you say it, love. Say I’m more important to you than him.”

“You’re more important to me than him.”

“So we’re good now. Okay lovely?”

“Yes Haechan.”

“Good,” Haechan moves in to kiss you and you know he never does little pecks. He brings you closer, kissing you in a way you don’t recognize. Because this time, it’s you who tries to pull away gently and he who lets out a sound of disapproval, reaching to kiss you again.

“I know you have to get back to work but after you get off let's go on a date. We’ll do anything you want.” You blink up at him, eyes almost innocent and he feels something strange spread in his chest.

“Anything?” He nods.

“Can we go to the music shop? I want us to listen to music together.” Haechan, who is usually so composed, feels a haze in his mind as he gives in to you. He tells you that he would love to. And he tries to understand why he’s feeling this way but as it always happened, he recognized all the wrong reasons. This time, he thought it was simply because he almost lost his little toy. But you came back into his arms, you always would.

“Mark, I’m sorry. Please believe me I-”

“You know every fucking time I see you, your always apologizing. And it’s getting very tiring Y/N. I thought we were fine, thought you were doing better.”

“I don’t mean to-”

“What? You don’t mean to be a shitty friend? Goddammit, I feel like we’re going in circles. Why can’t you see your boyfriend is a complete asshole? He doesn’t love you!” Mark’s words were meant to hurt you. You knew that much. But hearing him openly express them made you want to cry. And it seemed that it was all you ever did. You were happy one moment crying the next. And it never seemed to stop.

Currently, you stood in Mark’s room, it changed a lot from how he had it as a kid. Now, you could say it was a perfect depiction of who he was. He loved music, he would say he wouldn’t know what to do with his life if it wasn’t for his passion. It looked lively with all the album covers on his walls, music sheets thrown about and instruments on one side.

But looking at him now, he didn’t have the brightness about him. He looked drained and it scared you of how much he seemed to resemble you.

“H-he does love me.”

“Of course he does. Little Mr. Perfect with the dazzling eyes could never hurt you. Oh no, he loves you so dearly that’s why he goes around fucking other girls behind your back.”

“What?” Mark looks to you clearly now, the color draining from both your faces.

“Mark, what are you talking about?”

“You can’t tell me you didn’t know? How could you not know?” An unfortunate turn of events but maybe this was what served as the eye opener you needed.

“Mark?” He looks towards you, frustration in his shoulders but tears rolling down nonetheless.

“I guess that makes two of us. How pathetic. Not only are we best friends who share birthdays but now we can both say we got cheated on.”

You took a moment to process what he was saying. You knew you were a lot of things. Stupid. Ignorant. Foolish. But you weren’t entirely heartless. And only others knew that you were more selfless than selfish. You walked towards Mark, without saying a word you pulled him into an embrace. That was all it took for him to break down.

Mark was a good kid. He did his work diligently and he was one of the most talented musicians at the university. He had a growing following on his platforms. He was always a good son and tried to be a good friend. He thought he had to meet everyone’s expectations and beyond. You often had to bring him down from that cloud and back to earth. Mark didn’t have to try and be perfect because he already was. He just had to be the best he could be. Your hands came to touch his face, knuckles brushing away gently at his tears. You should have been there for him. You should have been a better friend. But you failed him and this was something you’d never forgive yourself for.

“I think there’s a lot we have to discuss about Markie. I’m sorry for not being there. But I’m here now. And I won’t go away anymore.”

And so with that, Mark explained to you that his girlfriend of three years had cheated on him with one of the boys in his piano class. He told you about how he found them, how upset he was, and how badly she tried apologizing for her mistakes. But he realized that he couldn’t take it. That the only person who he couldn’t push away no matter how many times she apologized was you. He could learn to live without her but he couldn’t do that with you. And after talking for hours about him, the topic you dreaded finally came up. And after everything you heard, you realized a lot of things about yourself. Things you finally had the courage to change.

Haechan came around to your coffee shop, smirking at the obvious glare Jaemin sent his way.

“Y/N, you’re gonna go to my birthday party tomorrow right?” Looking up from behind the cash register, you watch Haechan leaning on the counter.

“I thought your birthday was next week?”

“It is but I’m celebrating it tomorrow. I’m inviting all of my friends too. Don’t worry I can pick you up.”

“Haechan, I appreciate it but I have something really important to do.” Haechan frowns. Did you…just say no without apologizing? He straightens up to look at you more clearly.

“What’s so important that you have to miss my birthday party?”

“It’s personal.”

“So now we’re keeping secrets?”

“You’d know a lot about keeping secrets.” Haechan has the audacity to scoff. The shock he felt wasn’t enough to even begin describing the list of emotions he was going through.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused. Now leave, there's a customer behind you.” He looks at you, mouth gaping open. When he looks back to where your coworker stands with amusement written on his face, he turns angrily.

“No way did you just reject your boyfriend's invitation.”

“I did,” you let out a sigh of relief.

“It’s just…I’m not used to you denying him anything. Not to sound nosy or whatever but your man is-” before he could say more you add, “a little bitch.” If Jaemin had taken a sip of coffee he would’ve spit it out. But he settled with his jaw dropping to the floor.

“Who are you?” You turn to look at him and for the first time in years, he watches a genuine smile grace your face all the way to your eyes.

“Y/N L/N, third year college student at Dream University of the Arts. The best friend to none other than Mark Lee and Na Jaemin. The soon to be ex-girlfriend of one Lee Haechan."

Dear Renjun,

Thank you for writing back. It means a lot to me. It did hurt a lot, the words you wrote. I’m embarrassed to say that I spent a few weeks agonizing over it but I’ve finally gathered my courage. One that I think took too long to find. I guess I’ll just start with everything that’s been on my mind.

I hate going to the ice cream place all the time. I only did it because Hyuck doesn’t like coffee too much. I would always offer coffee, he’d say should we, and I knew it was his way of saying no. He never gets me the flowers I like. Blue and white hydrangeas are my favorite. But he gets me roses because he says they are the most romantic. I’ve always found them to be basic. He’s never told me loved me directly. I would always say it first. He also always leaves me alone. Whether in the rain, sun, dark clouds, or on a park bench. He made me skip classes because he made me feel as though I wasn’t loving him enough. He never talks kindly about my friends. He doesn’t listen to me when I’m agonizing. He forgets me.

You’re right, he doesn’t see me. I called it love because I wanted to believe it. But it wasn’t. It never was to begin with. I was a toy to him, a puppet. One that he could pull the strings back towards him. But these past few weeks have made me realize and see things for what they truly were. My friend confessed something to me. He went through something sad in his relationship just like I did with mine. I see now how badly I’ve neglected him. Just like Hyuck does to me.

I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want to be with him. I want him to let me go. I know it’ll hurt but I know I’ll be happy when we set each other free. My boyfriend Huck keeps breaking up with me because he doesn’t need my love. He doesn’t fear losing it. And even if I do want to cry and scream…I can’t. Why do I feel so free?

Thank you Renjun. For listening to me and for providing me with your words of encouragement. It’s one of the many things that I needed to grow out of this. I hope wherever you are that you’re doing well. And that you have people who cherish you deeply.

Lots of love,

Y/N

Taking a deep breath as you bring your hand up to ring the doorbell, you hear the faint sound of it ringing in Haechan’s apartment. When the door opens you’re met with the smiling face of a boy you’ve never met. He looks like he’s gone through hell and back. Wincing at the sudden daylight he gives you another small and quirky smile.

“Hello! You here for the after party?”

“After party?”

“Yeah, Haechan is having a weekend birthday party so we’re on dia numero dos. Come in!” You walk in a little weary at all the excitement that exudes from the boy. When you step into the living room you see a few boys, with what seems to be their girlfriends, and Haechan sitting in the middle laughing away with a bottle of Bacardi. When he turns he sees you and you can see his gears turning in his head. The ones that used to manipulate you.

“Y/N, you’re here.”

“I didn’t know you were having another party.”

“Yeah well I was sad that my girl couldn’t show up for some reason so the guys are here to cheer me up. We’re going to be partying all week!”

“Yeah, uhm can I speak to you in private?” Haechan’s eyebrows furrow. There’s a little bite to his tone when he answers you.

“Why can’t you say what you need to say here?”

“Because it’s a little personal.”

“Just like yesterday? Why are you being so secretive Y/N? It’s getting really annoying.” His friends just look at the two of you, some giggle, others ignore the situation, and a few look disappointed in him. One of them you recognize as Jeno, Jaemin’s best friend. You knew he was a good guy. You wondered if Haechan had somehow manipulated him too.

“I don’t want to say it in front of your friends.” He scoffs.

“Just spit it out Y/N, I’m trying to cheer up after you left me hanging.” You could visibly hear the snipping of the threads that kept you tied to him. Miraculously, with all the confidence you could muster you let out the same words he would whisper in your ear.

“I’m breaking up with you Lee Donghyuck.” No one laughed at that. No one dared to as they watched the show unfold in front of them. You can feel Jeno’s eyes on yours but ignore it as yours don’t leave Haechan. He blinks, confusion spreading across his features. He then sits up straight, as if your words were registering late.

“I’m sorry what?” he laughs.

“I’m breaking up with you. You’re a piece of shit of a boyfriend. You only care about yourself. You manipulate people around you to make them feel bad and yourself better just to feed that insanely inflated ego of yours. You don’t bother listening to me or going out with me. You barely even know me after years of dating. I’ve had enough.”

“Fucking unbelievable.” Haechan’s eyes watered but you knew they were fake. He still had to play victim after all.

“You came to break up with me on my fucking birthday!?”

“To be fair, your birthday is Tuesday.” Haechan lets the bottle fall onto the carpeted floor as he gets up in a haste of anger and disbelief.

“You can’t be-”

“Since you always interrupt me, let me do the same. You made me into a shitty person and friend. I willingly let you do that to me. But you know what? I realized that you’re not worth it Donghyuck,” and if using his real name was anything to go by, he immediately knew you were being serious, “You’re not worth being loved by me. I have so much love to give and you always take it for granted. I hope we never have to see each other again after this. I already left all of your things outside your door. I don’t have anything to ask from you because you never care to have me over as much as you do your friends and the girls you sleep with behind my back.” You don’t miss how the color from his face drains, leaving him in a state that you never had the pleasure of seeing him in. You turned and left and as soon as you reached the sidewalk you heard the slamming of a door and Haechan’s loud voice rang through.

“Fuck you! Go fuck yourself! I don’t even need you! I never even fucking loved you! You weren’t special, you were nothing! You are nothing! You’re wrong. You’re the one who doesn’t deserve my love because my love is one of a kind and anyone in the world would be lucky to have it! Now you can say you were the one that lost it.” But you don’t turn around and you let Haechan have the last words. You don’t know what they are as you walk away from him.

Dear Y/N,

I’m happy to have received your last letter. I see that you’ve done a lot of self reflection. I know it must’ve hurt but I can see that you’re ready to move on. Know that you did all of this on your own. I may have provided words of encouragement but you took all the necessary steps towards your happiness. I’m proud of you.

I hope that all goes well for you too. And don’t hesitate to reach out again. Just because you’ve moved on from the relationship you were in doesn’t mean I wouldn’t mind hearing from you again. Perhaps, if you find someone who does see you, you can let me know all about them. I’d be willing to hear from you again.

Lovingly,

Huang Renjun

Moving on from Haechan wasn’t so hard when you realized just how much more happy you felt. Even though you grieved the boy you left, you didn’t grieve the relationship. It would’ve been pointless to do so. Eventually, the light returned to your eyes. You didn’t look as tired as you used to. Jaemin would frequently tell you about how much you’ve changed for the better. Sometimes he’d think he’d say too much but you just observed how well he knew you. He even brought you your favorite flowers with a cup of coffee.

Instead of being alone at all the places you liked to frequent, Jaemin was there with you. Sometimes so was Mark. The arcade and music shop became your special places with Jaemin. You also made sure to never miss any Mark’s shows which he appreciated. It brought him near tears when you attended his fifth show in a row, watching how his best friend made every effort to be there.

And when Jaemin asked you to be his girlfriend, you couldn’t help the feelings that spread in your chest. Jaemin loved you so much and he showed it to you. He listened and was always there when you needed him. He never left you behind, you were always next to him. All that mattered was already in your life, you just had to let go of those who didn’t.

This is Y/N please leave a message.

Hey baby, it’s me, we need to talk...please call me back.

Love, can you answer your phone? I need to talk to you please. Please just call back ok?

Why are you hurting me like this? You broke up with me on birth- at my birthday party and now you’re ignoring all of my calls? Could you just please fucking answer? I know you still get my messages. I know you do.

Hey it’s me again, Haechannie, the love of your life. Remember you would call me your love? I do. Listen, I’m sorry for being angry in my last voicemail. It was mean of me to talk like that and I’m really sorry but I was just feeling frustrated that you won’t answer. I just need you to pick up the phone once love, so we can talk. Please, I’m sad that the only way I hear your voice is through your voicemail message. And I can’t seem to find you on campus please just call. I tried looking for you at work but you’re never there and I- you have reached the time limit for this voicemail.

H-hey, b-baby please p-please. I-im sorry. I know, I know I hurt you and I know you’re upset with m-me but please! I have to t-talk to you. I miss you so fucking much please please please call me baby please! F-fucking call me back!

Y-Y/N why won’t you call me back? I can’t breathe. I’m suffocating. I can’t smile. I can’t do shit. I miss you so so so much. I miss kissing you. I want to kiss you. I want you. I need you. I need our cuddle sessions back. And I want us to go for ice cream again. Love, please just pick up your phone.

I heard you’re d-dating Jaemiiin! That’s sooo f-fucking funny. I actshually for uh s-second thought that you..that you started d-dating that b-bastard. D-does he know? Does he know m-my love, that I, Lee Haechan! Was your first in everyyything? That I kissed you first? That I made love to you first? Held you first…I held you first. You fooled me love…huh fooled me goood.

Y/N f-for fucksakes! I love you I-I love you! I love you! Love me back baby please! Love me I need you to love me! L-love me. Love me because it hurts. It hurts so much. I’m a fucking mess. I’m fucking c-crying right now and I sound so pathetic. Is this what you want to hear? T-that I cry myself to s-sleep every night wishing you were next to me? And that I, I’ve been drinking too much. S-sometimes I feel like…I feel like I can see you. Like I could just…reach out and t-touch you. And then I reach out and you’re not there! Baby please- you have reached the time limit for this voicemail.

Fucking automated piece of shit! I hate hearing it! I want to hear you! Please love me! Use me. Do anything you want with me baby but please don’t leave me. B-baby please pretty please! Play with my heart. I-I deserve it right? For hurting you, I deserve it and i-if you come back then I’ll let you do whatever you want with me. How does that sound, hmm? Sounds good right love? Please, don’t leave me. I’ll give you my love. You have it all. Your love is one of a kind, your love is the one not worth losing. Come back and love me, I need you to love me, love me so it won’t hurt anymore.

The phone number you are calling is no longer in service.

The phone-

#nct dream #haechan #lee haechan #haechan scenarios #haechan angst #donghyuck angst

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Cherry Wine and Comic Books

Leonardo x Reader

Summary: At East Laird University, four new, unusual students have joined the student body. And one of them, if your memory served you right, had saved your life.

Note: The turtles are in college in this, so in their early twenties. This is in an AU where they took the offer to live normal lives and are somewhat integrated in society. This one is super fluffy, pretty platonic but leaning romantic towards the end. I would totally write a sequel if you want, but I’ve already been sitting on this much for three months, so I wanted to get it out there.

Warnings: alcohol consumption, language, but other than that, none.

Word Count: 2.9k

Reader is: a college student, of drinking age

You were sitting in your on-campus apartment on a Friday evening. Your roommates were going to have some friends over to hang out and order some pizzas. You were sipping a glass of wine and playing a game on your Switch.

“Hey, Mikey wants to know if he can bring his brothers over.” Your roommate, Dahlia, called from the kitchen.

Michelangelo, a.k.a. Mikey, was good friends with Dahlia. He’d come to the apartment quite a few times and you always had fun when he was there. You’d seen his other brothers around campus before. Well, they were pretty hard to miss, given the fact that all four of them were over six feet tall…and also mutant turtles.

You hadn’t been all that surprised when the turtles revealed themselves to the public. You had spotted one of them once, Raphael, you were pretty sure, back before they were openly existing. He’d kind of saved your life, actually.

“That’s fine with me.” You replied, plunging deeper into the mines in Stardew Valley and taking another sip of your cherry wine.

“Me too!” replied your other roommate, Charity. She was putting on some makeup to match the flowery blouse she’d put on.

“Awesome. They’re bringing pizza and a couple two-liters.”

“Tell them I said thank you and I will try to save them some wine.”

“(Y/N), how many glasses have you had?”

“This is number two.” You held up the glass and finished it off.

“Well it’ll be a fun night then, I’m sure.” Your other roommate, Haley chuckled. She was playing Stardew with you, the screen split down the middle.

“I’ll queue up the party playlist.” Dahlia announced, putting the LED lights on party mode and putting on some upbeat music.

The boys arrived not long after, setting the pizzas in the kitchen.

“What’s up, angelcakes?” Mikey called, waving at you and Haley on the couch.

“Not much.” You chuckled. “How are you on this fine evening, Michelangelo?”

“Better now, beautiful.” He grinned. “You want pizza? I’ll bring you a slice.”

“Pepperoni?” You raised an eyebrow.

He winked. “Coming right up.”

Mikey walked around the back of the couch, kneeling down behind it as he handed you your pizza on a paper plate. He spotted your empty wine glass and smirked.

“You pre-gaming?”

“Something like that.” You chuckled, gratefully taking the pizza from him. “You want some?”

“Nah, I’m not into wine. Leo is, though.” He tilted his head towards the brother in blue.

You looked at him for a moment. Oh. Ohhhh. You’d thought the one in blue was Raphael. Huh. As it turned out, Leo was the one who’d saved your life four years earlier. And as it turned out, he liked wine.

“That’s…good to know.”

Mikey tilted his head, grinning. “What’s that look for, (L/N)?”

“Nothing, I just…I think Leo saved my life once.”

“Oh right, I forgot you were from New York!” Mikey chuckled. He smirked and nudged you with his elbow. “Well, if you want me to, I can put in a good word for you.”

“Um…sure. Yeah.” Your cheeks reddened and you giggled. “But if I say anything stupid, it was the wine, not me.”

“Suuuure.” Mikey looked over at Leo and motioned him over.

Leo sat down beside you, a charming smile on that handsome face of his. “Hey, I’m Leonardo. Nice to meet you.”

“I’m (Y/N).” You introduced, setting down your joycons as Haley switched the game to something more group-friendly. “I heard you’re a wine guy.”

He chuckled. “On occasion. What kind do you have?”

“Cherry Riesling. You want some?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He held out his empty solo cup and you poured some wine into it. “Thank you.”

“Any time.” You poured yourself another glass, settling in.

“You look really familiar.” He said, narrowing his eyes as he looked at you. Leo prided himself on being good with faces. “Have we met before?”

Had you not been two glasses of wine in, you were sure you might have given him a different answer, but hopped up on liquid courage, you answered honestly. “Yeah, we have, actually. It was, uh, kinda brief. Like four years ago, you saved me in an alley on my way home from the movies.”

“Oh.” He chuckled. “Well that’d explain it, then.”

“I turned around to thank you, but you were gone…like a shadow.”

“That checks out. We…well we had to be pretty mysterious back then.”

“I get that. I’m glad you guys got to come out of the shadows, though.”

He nodded, blue blue eyes twinkling. “I am, too.” He looked at your other roommates. “What are their names again?”

“Haley is the one over there on the floor with…Donnie…?”

Leo laughed a little. He was so used to being gawked at by all of the other students at their new university to the point of obsession, but you barely knew their names. You also didn’t seem to mind the fact that he was a giant turtle and not some handsome frat guy. It was refreshing.

“That is indeed Donatello, yes.”

“Oh okay, good.” You chuckled. “Dahlia is the one pouring shots of Fireball, and Charity is the one dancing with Mikey.”

“He’s got a huge crush on her.” Leo admitted, taking a sip of his wine.

“Oh believe me, I know.” You shook your head, laughing as you remembered. “I found him crying once about how beautiful she was. He was pretty drunk. I rode the bus with him to make sure he got home alright.”

“Thanks for that, by the way.”

“Any time. Mikey’s a great guy. I try to look out for him when I can.”

Leo thought for a moment before asking, kind of for himself, but kind of for Mikey, “Do you think he has a shot?”

“With Charity? Oh yeah.” You nodded. “Definitely. Every time he leaves she lays on the floor and talks about how cute he is.”

Leo smiled. “Huh. Good to know.”

“I’ll put in the word with Charity if you put in the word with Mikey.” You offered.

Leo held out his hand and you shook it. “Deal.”

It was only in that moment that you realized he only had three fingers. Interesting. You didn’t say anything about it, though, instead turning your attention to where Dahlia was trying to get Raphael to agree to going shot for shot.

“You got a death wish, shorty? Take a look at me. I could out-drink three ah you.” Raph argued.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. He had a point.

At some point, the girls from down the hall came over, along with the guys from next door. The party picked up and almost everyone dispersed, moving around the apartment, but you stayed next to Leo, chatting about your classes for the new semester, the professors you’d had the previous semester, childhood memories, and just about everything else you could think of.

Once the bottle of wine was gone, Leo got each of you a glass of water, which you were very grateful for, just a little more than a little drunk by that point.

Eventually, people started leaving and you helped clean up the living room, sobering up again. Leo gathered up empty solo cups and abandoned paper plates. Donnie and Haley exchanged numbers, and Mikey and Charity were laying on the floor in a giggling heap.

“Come on, Mikey, we gotta get back.” Raph poked his younger brother with his foot, earning a laugh.

“Alright, alright, I’m getting up.” Mikey pushed off of the floor and stood up, wobbling for a second before Raph slung an arm around him to stabilize him.

“You coming, Fearless?” Raph asked.

Fearless. You noted, looking up at Leo. It suited him.

“Yeah, we’re almost done.” Leo replied.

“I can finish up. It’s not too bad.” You assured him.

He stopped, staring down at you with those blue, blue eyes of his. “Are you sure?”

“Oh yeah. You’ve been a great help. Thank you, Leo.” You put a hand on his arm. He smiled at the contact.

“Thank you for having us. And, uh…thank you for sharing your wine.”

“My wine is your wine.” You shrugged. “Um…you don’t happen to have Snapchat, do you?”

He grinned and pulled out his phone. “I do.”

***

When Monday came around, so did your new set of classes. You got to your Biology lecture early, picked a spot in the lecture hall, and busted out the book you were reading, setting your bookmark on the table. You read about half a chapter before someone behind you cleared his throat, getting your attention.

You turned to see who it was and were quite surprised to find the handsome turtle in blue standing there, his eyes flitting between you and the seat next to you.

“Is this seat taken?”

“Not at all.” You pulled the chair out for him and he settled in, setting his bag on the floor. It was a messenger bag. You figured backpacks would probably get tricky with their shells and everything, although you had seen Donatello with one on before.

“You any good at Biology?” Leo asked, pulling out a fresh notebook and jotting his name and the subject on the front of it.

“Ha. No. You?”

“I guess we’re gonna find out.” He chuckled. “Hey, cool necklace.”

“Thanks.” You smiled, toying with the chain between your fingertips.

“It’s a tarot card, right?”

“It is.” You nodded, holding it out so he could see closer. “This one is The Sun, which represents happiness.”

“Seems like a fitting card for you.”

It hit you then, the look in his eyes, the tone of his voice. Leo was flirting with you. Huh. Your cheeks flushed.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. But it also might have been the wine…”

You burst into laughter, shaking your head. “Well it does tend to put me in a good mood.”

Not long after you began chatting, the professor arrived and started the lecture. It was pretty basic stuff, being syllabus week. He did an introduction of himself and then did an activity with all of you.

Leo was jotting something down on a notecard. He slid it across the table towards you and you looked down at it.

Mall this weekend? Your roommates and my brothers?

You took the note and scribbled a response on it with your pen, biting your lip.

Absolutely.

***

At the moment, the turtles couldn’t drive, so all eight of you piled into Dahlia’s van. Was the current seating situation legal? Probably not, due to the fact that Charity was sitting on Mikey’s lap. You were sitting shotgun with Leo in the seat behind you.

Dahlia hit a bump and Charity yelped, settling back into Mikey’s lap.

“Drive careful, D.” Haley laughed in the middle seat, squeezed between Raph and Leo.

Donnie, who was sitting next to Mikey and Charity in the way back, sat at attention when she said it, but relaxed when he realized the D was not referring to him.

“I’m trying.”

You looked up at the rearview mirror and made eye contact with Leo, who motioned back towards Mikey and Charity. Things seemed to be going well with them. Maybe, if you all played your cards right, they’d finally get together at the end of the trip.

You smirked at him, raising your eyebrows. He grinned, face breaking out into that handsome smile of his and sending a flurry of butterflies through your stomach. You focused on the road again, listening to the music playing from the aux on your phone.

Was this…actually happening? Were you catching feelings for a mutant turtle? You thought about it for a good long moment and…yeah, you were pretty sure you were…Well, stranger things had happened…Aliens had literally tried to take over the world like four years earlier and here you were worried about your crush on one of the people who’d saved the world.

Dahlia pulled into your usual spot outside the entrance closest to the food court and the theater, which were conveniently next to each other on the second floor of the mall. Ever the gentlemen, Leo opened the front door, ushering all of you into the lively, bustling mall.

“Woahhhhh.” Mikey murmured, looking around. The mall was two floors, the upper floor hosting several stores, as well as the food court, the theater, a large arcade, and a giant carousel.

“Have you guys ever been here before?” You asked.

Mikey shook his head. “Not yet, but I’ve always wanted to come.”

“Come on, I’ll show you that skate shop I told you about.” Charity took Mikey’s hand and ran off.

“Do you guys want to meet up for dinner?” Leo asked, trying to make something of a plan.

“Yeah, definitely. At like…six?” Donnie asked, checking his watch. “That gives us three hours to explore.”

“Sounds good.” Raph nodded. “Maybe we could catch a movie after.”

“That’s a good idea.” You agreed. “I’ll text Charity and let her know.”

You pulled out your phone and typed out the message, hitting send and hoping it would make it to her with the shitty mall wi-fi. Leo saw the message stalling and looked at Donnie.

“Don, you mind if I add (Y/N) to your network?” Leo asked.

“I don’t mind!” Donnie grinned, typing some stuff on the modified piece of keyboard strapped to his arm. A pop up appeared on your phone screen, inviting you to the Turtle Power network. You hit agree and immediately the text went through.

It was true what the others said, Donatello was indeed a miracle worker when it came to technology. “Oh my gosh, thanks!”

“No problem.” Donnie assured you, pushing his glasses further up his snout. “I’ll add the others, too. Looks like the cell service here sucks.”

“Understatement of the century.” Dahlia chuckled, linking her arm with yours. “Wanna go smell the candles in Bath and Body Works?”

“Yes.” You agreed enthusiastically, dragging the boys along for the ride.

Your mall adventure with the turtles was a blast. You browsed through the different stores, went to the arcade, got soft pretzels, and at the end of the day, met up for dinner in the food court and watched a movie together. You kept catching Leo’s eye and he kept catching yours. It seemed your plan to get Mikey and Charity together was beginning to have some unexpected results…

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The weeks came and went, and as they did, you and your roommates ended up spending more and more time with the turtles, from bowling to roller skating to just hanging out at your apartment to play video games and work on homework.

On this particular afternoon, you were helping Mikey with what might be the pinnacle of his efforts to win Charity’s heart thus far. He was working on a sign to use to ask her to the President’s Ball, your college’s equivalent of prom.

There was a knock at the door, and when you opened it, you found Leo, Raph, and Donnie standing there.

“You seen Mikey?” Leo asked.

You motioned behind you, where Mikey was sprawled on the floor, covering his sign in glitter glue, tongue jutting out of his mouth in concentration.

“What’s that?”

“I’m Promposing.” Mikey grinned, looking up at his brothers. “There was a flyer in the Eastman Building today for President’s Ball. (Y/N) said it’s like a prom thing.”

“Prom?” Raph chuckled. “Like the high school thing?”

“Yeah. It’s a formal. The school puts it on in one of the convention centers downtown. It’s a fun time.” You explained. “There’s some drama with people asking other people, but it’s nowhere as intense as the prom drama in high school.”

“Sounds…fun.” Leo nodded, obviously lost in thought. You couldn’t fight the blush that found your cheeks.

“It is. We went two years ago, but last year’s got snowed out, so we just stayed here and sipped margaritas and watched the Princess Diaries movies.”

“Sounds like a pretty decent night.” Raph chuckled.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” Mikey asked, looking up at you from the floor. “Do you have any more glitter glue?”

“I think I have some with my cosplay stuff. One sec.” You pushed into your room and dug around in your plastic rolling drawers filled with craft supplies. You found it under a scrap of fabric, a big tube of glitter-infused paint. That should do the trick, you figured, pulling it from your hoard. When you turned around, Leo was standing in the doorway. You hadn’t even heard him move. “Oh! My god…” You laughed, hand over your chest. “You’re quiet.”

“Sorry. Old habits.” He shrugged sheepishly. “I was just curious. It’s okay if you don’t…”

“Come on in.” You motioned him further into the small bedroom. You had posters on just about every wall, a shelf of funko pops staring up at him.

“I didn’t realize you were a collector. Donnie is, too. Pre-orders everything the second it’s announced.”

“That is very good to know.” You raised an eyebrow. “You collect anything?”

He chuckled. “Comics. Just a little bit, though. We used to, um…find them. Donnie would clean them up as best as he could.”

“What kind of comics?”

“X-Men, mostly. Mutants, you know…like us.”

“The X-Men are awesome.” You reassured him, grinning. “Nightcrawler is my favorite.”

“Oh my god, really? I’m a Cyclops man, myself.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” You chuckled. “You know, there’s a comic shop downtown. The bus has a stop near there, if you’d want to go sometime.”

“I’d love to.” Leo smiled.

You heart raced. You’d done it. You’d actually asked him out. You felt kinda fearless, despite that being the word usually associated with him. You liked it. You liked him, actually, and you couldn’t wait to see where your unlikely connection was leading…

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dream-angel-comicbooks · 1 year

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Deadly legend: Nyxus's wyvern form

Deadly legend: Nyxus’s wyvern form

There is a great deal that is unknown about Nyxus’s wyvern form and Nyxus herself isn’t likely to tell. Some say it happens every 100 years, some say every 5 years. There is even a heated debate about if she’s a true wyvern in this form or not. Some legends tell that this transformation is a once every 100 years type that only lasts 24 hours. It happens just after a full solar eclipse and for the…

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twst-rose-prisms · 3 days

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Mary Merveilles' profile

❤️ Bio ❤️

- Dorm: Ramshackle (the Prefect)

- Japanese: メアリー・メルヴェイユ (Meari Merubeiyu)

- Birthday: Aries 11th (Aries)

- Age: 16

- Height: 155cm

- Dominant hand: Right

- Homeland: ?

- Family: Unnamed Mother & Father Unnamed older brother Unnamed older sister

- Voiced by: Ayaka Ohashi

- Other Name(s): Herbivore (Leona) Lil' shrimp (Floyd) Trickster (Rook) Child of Man (Malleus)

❤️ School ❤️

- Grade: Freshman

- Class: Class A (no 9)

- Club: Pop Music Club

- Best subject: Musicology

❤️ Preferences ❤️

- Hobby: Singing, Dancing

- Pet peeves: Dirty rooms

- Favorite food: Apple pie

- Least favorite food: Chili peppers

- Talent: Musical Memory

The prefect of Ramshackle Dorm and Grim's best friend who can "understand him every time" (according to him). A curious, calm and observant girl, she always tries her best to adapt to Twisted Wonderland every day coming from a world where no magic exists. Once she goes past her initially nervous, meek manner, she's actually a really kind, friendly and supportive girl who would do anything for her friends.

❤️ Trivia ❤️

Mary's last name means "Wonder" in French. This could be a pun for the word "Wonderland" and also connected to Twisted Wonderland.

Mary's first name is a reference to Mary-Ann - a character in the Slave Labor Graphics Wonderland series who helps the White Rabbit escape from the Queen of Hearts's execution. She is known for being White Rabbit's maid and is obsessed with cleanliness, in the comic, she said that "all she really wants is to be [herself]".

She loves all genres of music and can easily like a song if it catches her attention. She also loves classical music, it's one of the reasons why she occasionally drops by Mostro Lounge.

She always carries the Ghost Camera with her in case she needs to use it, because of this she grows to like taking photos of other people or scenery.

Her favorite color is red, and her favorite shape is 4-petal flower. She considers the shape as her lucky charm and is shown to have accessories in the said shape.

She likes to spoil Grim a lot despite his attitude, as she always dreamed of owning a cat pet back when she was in her homeland as her family didn't allow her house to have pets. However, if Grim goes too far with his actions then she'll be there to quickly stop him.

She might appear like that but once she gets very serious or angry then she can look decently scary enough to other people (especially Grim).

Before Book 5, she kept her appearance very simple and did not dress up much as she often appeared meek or a bit brooding due to the pressure of being in another world with no hesitation (as seen in the reference sheet). Turns out, she loves cute and girly things a lot and would like to make herself look cuter, but due to confidence issues she had in the past to the present it gives her a hard time until after Book 4's timeline when she decides to change her appearance completely, making her appears more girly and truer to herself more.

She has a talent for music, specifically musical memory as she can remember a song or a melody quickly and retain that for a long time in her head. She also likes singing or dancing in her free time and would often dance with Grim and the ghosts in her dorm.

According to Mary, her family consists of her parents and 2 older siblings and she lives with them, although her brother and father go out to work often and don't stay at home much and her sister is focusing on her schoolwork at the current moment, it's mostly just her and her mom at home half the time.

She doesn't have great stamina, as she often got left behind during her PE class back in her homeland's school, it's also one of the reasons why she got insecure about herself overall and chose to not be overly bright in anything she did.

She cherishes her friends a lot despite their weird antics at times, she thinks that's what them special and unique from other people. (Namely, Grim, Ace and Deuce)

Because she went to beaches with her family a lot back then, she has a good surfing skill and can also be good at playing beach volleyball, though she often gets tired easily and has to sit back to watch her siblings play the rest of the match.

She specifically dislikes dirty rooms or things that are dusty and often cleans her stuff and makes sure they stay tidy; this is mostly a reference to the Mary-Ann character; however Mary is not obsessed with cleanliness too much and can still have patience and calmness when facing dusty stuff.

She also likes cleaning and doing chores as she often helps out her parents with it back at home despite her short stamina. All the dorm's chores are done by her with the help of Grim (sometimes he does help too) and the ghosts.

Hi hi~ If you're reading this then first of all, thank you so much for reading until the very end! I decided to design my MC/Yuusona - Mary! I have a fun time designing her ngl, she looks really cute~ I'll post even more OC content in the future too so please look forward to it! 🌹❤️

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #disney twst #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland ocs #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #oc #yuusona #twst yuu #twst mc #mary merveilles

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mk-wizard · 2 years

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Baymax the series: We owe it an apology

As someone who is a fan of Baymax, Big Hero 6, a comic author and most relevantly, a mother, I just have to get a few things off of my chest about the new Baymax series which I find other parents not only reacted way too harshly, but I find it was deeply misjudged and misunderstood.

The harshest claim the Baymax series, and even Big Hero 6, gets is that it is not appropriate for children, but that claim alone is flawed because the Big Hero 6 series (movie, books, shorts, cartoons, etc.) was never aimed at small children and always dealt with topics that were serious or went over a small child’s head. While the character Baymax is child friendly with his teddy bear like appearance and sweet demeanor, the series he comes from is obviously aimed for pre-teens and teenagers since the main characters are in that age group and deal with situations people of that age group can identify with. Some of these issues are not even medical, biological or even sexual. They are just social such as having to deal with loss, regret and changes you weren’t ready for. From the beginning of the story, the main character Hiro is an orphan who is initially on the wrong path until his older brother Tadashi sets him straight and even soon after that, his brother dies in a tragic accident. And all of this as well as the other serious topics are presented with class and sensitivity. There is no gore or harsh imagery aside from the funeral itself which was sad, but clean.

I must also point out that in Big Hero 6 progressivism has always been present whether it is in the form of science or social awareness. Just look at how progressively it portrays men and women or the rich and poor. It takes a huge stab (no pun intended) by making Wasabi a swordfighter who is also meek, nervous, insecure, kind of a fraidy cat and yet is still not any less of a fighter for it. Then there is Fred who is very wealthy yet has a job which he is proud of, he gets joy out of simple things, he is unconditionally kind to everyone, does things by himself, he isn’t narcissistic and isn’t concerned with the social class of his peers. Also, it is also very clear that it is a very feminist series because the women and girls of Big Hero 6 and Baymax are diverse and strong. It should come as no surprise to us that it would introduce us to some LGBT+ characters too, present the period as being a normal and natural thing, and have gender neutral bathrooms which might I add only contained stalls which gave anyone and everyone privacy when they had to go. Everything was presented with class and nothing innocence shattering was shown or done.

Not even when during the period episode, it showed men being aware of what a period is and what a girl needs for it. A man is not a pervert for being aware of how basic female biology works not even if he is transgender. And in the defense of that background character who just happened to be a transgender male, all he did was be a nice guy. It is like being aware of how breathing works. Even my husband who has no sisters and is biologically male knows what the period is and how it works. Also, suppose a kid was watching that episode of Baymax, it is alright because most of it would go over their head and nothing private is shown. Even the sight of the hygiene products isn’t so bad because we never even see them directly. We just see labels and boxes. As mentioned before, this series’ main audience consists of teenagers and pre-teens so it is natural for it to address topics like this.

And I also have to come to the defense of Mbita who is gay and openly asked his crush out on a date; there is absolutely nothing inappropriate about a consenting adult asking another consenting adult out. In the eyes of a child who doesn’t get how dating and crushes work, the kid will think Mbita and his crush are just really good friends and they would think the exact same thing if his crush was a woman. That is unless the kid has gay relatives or a gay parent, and even then, it is ok. I did not see an agenda being pushed around or rubbed harshly in the face of the viewer. I just saw a character in a situation that is relatable to anyone who has had a crush they were too nervous to talk to which tons of straight people go through too. If anything, I thought it was sweet. The only part of Mbita’s episode that a small child understands is that he suddenly became allergic to fish at this made him upset because he loves cooking fish and he was apprehensive about cooking something else. That and he clearly fears needles.

If you think the Big Hero 6 franchise is not for small children, that is fine because it admits that it isn’t, but you can’t fault it for that and you definitely should not persecute it for that. Do not make claims that it is trying to harm children or push agendas. It is not doing anything that it has not done before and none of it is evil.

Fellow parents, please stop being so angry at a series that didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t know about all of you, but I actually think that everything the Baymax series brought to the table so far was nice, well written, heartwarming and relatable to everyone.

I think you owe Baymax and its writers an apology because you said some things that weren’t very nice or true.

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hinaypod · 3 months

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Toronto Horror Bookstore - Little Ghosts Books!

Wanted to shout out this absolutely delightful independent bookstore-cafe in Toronto, Little Ghosts Books!

It's got something for horror fans of all ages, it's cozy and the staff is friendly, and they have a giant skeleton in the back ;)

Got to sell some comics over there in November!

Please do give them a visit! Independent bookstores deserve more love. They're in the Trinity Bellwoods area, right on the corner of the park, which on its own is a worthwhile place to visit when you're in Toronto.

(also Toronto has been weirdly warm lately so locals can just come on over anyway! Go on!)

#toronto #little ghosts books #spooky toronto #haunted toronto #independent bookstore

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paper-gold-theories · 10 months

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Golden Rule PlaceHolder Members

Made some placeholder Golden Rule Members for my fanfics until the canon ones comes out (Hopefully in 2023 👀) in format of Flug’s Journal notes.

I wanted them to have the same vibes as the Villainous characters, so I based them off comic book characters, the Villains in the show, and how the fight between them vs Flug, Demencia and 5.0.5. if they we’re to ever face them.

They're kinda also based on the frat and sorority or mean group of popular kids you see on movies on TV, but I also want to give them more of a backstory and layers to their character, to give them more depth, like the background characters in the show.

Based on my headcanon they also have gold accessories to show that they are part of the Golden Rule.

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Golden Tres: I thought of these 2 characters based on the Trinity (Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman) They are basically the Trinity of the Golden Rule alongside GoldHeart and are GoldHeart's right hand men and he appoints them to be in charge of things when he's not around. Cosmic Queen (CQ) uses her charm and media personality while Armour-Geddon (AG) uses his violent intimidation tactics in order to achieve what they want. Both of them are supposed to represent Flug and Demencia respectively. So Flug and Demencia will have to put aside their differences and work together to defeat them 2 v 2. Their relationship is like Lady Dimitrescu and Karl Heisenberg, and they argue a lot but they are able to put aside their differences to work together when it comes down to it. GoldHeart represents Gold, so I thought Cosmic Queen and Armour-Geddon should represent Diamonds and Silver respectively.

Armour-Geddon: GO JUGGLE YOUR BALLS SOMEWHERE ELSE YOU CLOWN!!

Cosmic Queen: NICE AXE, ARE YOU OVERCOMPENSATING FOR SOMETHING?!!

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Cosmic Queen: Everyone, as you know today P.E.A.C.E. day, so just a friendly reminder to all heroes to look extra happy when you encounter the press later today.

Armour-Geddon: Anyone showing insufficient happiness will be killed.

COSMIC QUEEN

Fight: I thought of this character because it would be cool Flug to fight a magic hero (ability not mentioned in Flug’s notes because he doesn’t believe in magic) in a magic vs science fight. She can move around her comets like missiles while the gang has to dodge it. Flug has to build a mind-blocking device and attach it on her head to stop her using powers, but she uses a lot of long distance attracts so it would be difficult, so Demencia and 5.0.5. would have to distract her while Flug would try to sneak up on her.

City: Nova City (The city of fashion and extraterrestrial presence)

Gold Accessory: Long Hand Rings (can be used to control her powers)

Inspiration: I was inspired by Miss Heed and Space themed villains. Cosmic Queen is a fashion diva and a model like Miss Valdoom, and Stardust because she was stealing some gems so I decided to incorporate it into her outfit (the gems might have something to do with her power haven't decided) As well as Amora the Enchantress (Thor) and Star Sapphire (Green-Lantern), Superwoman (Crisis of Infinite Earths) and Amora the Enchantress.

Reason Why She Wants To Be A Hero: Her main motivation is fame, money, and popularity.

The Reason Why She Is In The Golden Rule: She met GoldHeart in hero school and actually asked GoldHeart out in order to boost her popularity which he rejected and says he's not interested and can see through her fake personality (she's glad later because she finds dealing with him as a boss is already extremely intimidating and stressful) but notices that she has a manipulatively charming personality like him like an uncut diamond, so he says to her 'Why settle for one guy when you can have thousands on them chasing after you and doing your bidding without giving them anything in return' and says he can help improve her skills which she agrees and that's how she ended up becoming one of the OG Golden Rule Members.

Additional Notes: She is the definition of a gold digger and dates guys for their money and/or popularity.

She is the second most popular hero in the Golden Rule, next to GoldHeart and third strongest member. She likes to use people to get ahead, power hungry, the second most charismatic member of the team, next to GoldHeart. Despite her loyalty, GoldHeart predicts when it all comes down to it she will be the most likely member to betray him.

GoldHeart hates diamonds and makes it clear to her that he thinks diamonds are overrated compared to yellow gold.

Songs to describe her are One Good Man, Material Girl and Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend.

In addition to being a model she also has her own reality tv show, is a judge for several reality shows.

She has a cat which she adores and calls him "Big Boobs", (BB for short) just to troll people when she talks about it.

Both she and GoldHeart thinks the other’s superhero outfits are gaudy, she doesn’t say it out loud though.

Cosmic Queen likes to hang out with Siren because she likes having a quote "rich but less attractive friend, she easily can manipulate to do her bidding".

She has a genuine hatred for Miss Heed because of how similar they are and always trying to steal her position as the top female of the group and she often tries to unbrainwash her followers to spite her.

They often fight with each other and even though they roast each other for things that they also do. Like she roasts Miss Heed being a cringe influencer while she has her own cringe reality show.

She believes she is better than Miss Heed because she can do what Miss Heed can do (make people love and be obsessed with her)

Quotes:

[Miss Heed's follower]: Miss Heed is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!

Cosmic Queen, smirks: Until now you mean ~

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Cosmic Queen: You and I are both similar. We use people that care about us to get to the top.

Miss Heed: I'm way more attractive than you will ever be!

Cosmic Queen smirks: Is that so? *shows her the hero ranking numbers on the phone stating she is the most popular heroine* Even with that stupid cheap perfume of yours your popularity ranking is still subpar at best as compared to mine, shorty.

Cosmic Queen : You have to try much harder than that Miss Mediocre~ *cackles before flipping her hair and walking away*

Miss Heed: Grr

ARMOUR-GEDDON

Fight: I thought it would be cool if the Villainous Gang fought someone strong and invulnerable like the Hulk. Their battle would involve a lot of physical fighting, violence and smashing of walls, buildings and properties. Demencia tries to smash him with a hammer, Flug crashed his plane onto him, 5.05. even accidentally sat on him but he still manages to overpowers all of them together so Flug have to figure out something to defeat him. His has weakness is similar to Wolverine. The only way the could defeat him is by using his own metal against him. Flug managed to get some DNA skin samples and made a metal tomb. Then Demencia and 5.0.5. would have to lead him into the tomb to trap him.

Inspiration: He is inspired by chaotic and juggernot Villains like Tri-Skull and Épsilon. As well as Hulk (Marvel), Wolverine (Marvel), Mr. X (Resident Evil 2, Remake), Niragi (Alice in Borderland), Giriko (Soul Eater)

City: Sledgehammer City (City with large and tall metal buildings and violent criminals.

Gold Accessory: Brass knuckles

Reason Why He Wants To Be A Hero: He wants to do whatever wants as much as he can and get away with it looking like the good guy.

The Reason Why He Is In The Golden Rule: is because of his brute strength and intimidating personality. GoldHeart uses him to scare, intimate, and beat up Villains and sometimes other heroes in order for the GoldHeart to make himself still look like the good guy while he handles all the dirty work, that's why he is the least popular Golden Rule Member but GoldHeart puts up with him and defends him from public scrutiny because of his important role. When GoldHeart approached AG to join a super hero club he was starting up while they were all in hero school he refused saying being in a group drags him down but GoldHeart convinced him to join the Golden Rule by beating the shit out of him in a 1 v 1, which was the first time he lost.

Additional Notes: He is the second strongest member next to GoldHeart and but also the least popular member of the team due to his violent, intimidating, and extremely rude and blunt nature and has a PR Team working overtime to make him look good.

Sometimes he gets carried away by emotions and gets into random fights in the wrong place and wrong time and the other Golden Rule members (mostly Garuda and Green-Go) have to hold him back in order not to make the Golden Rule look bad.

Aside from his loud mouth and blunt personality he is relatively chill and gets along with the other members with the other Golden Rule Members (aside from Cosmic Queen who he bickers and fights with outside of the public eye)

If you throw a chair at him it would just break into pieces and he would barely even notice it, it's like throwing a paper ball at him.

He likes hanging out with Green-Go and often goes out with him to parties and thinks his dance moves are awesome and finds his sense of humor hilarious.

Despite their opposite personalities both Armour-Geddon and Garuda consider each other as best friends who balance out each other. They also like to compete with each other to see who has the higher kill count when fighting or defeating Villains.

He considers both of them their bois.

He enjoys participating in street racing (which he made legal in his city) and monster truck rallies for fun. He also knows a lot about fixing cars, motorcycles, and trucks in his free time.

Quote:

Armour-Geddon: STUPID VILLAINS! YOU CAN’T HURT ME I’M INVULNERABLE, but if you like to try I’ll crush your skull!

GoldHeart: Meeting's in 5 minutes where the hell is Cosmic Queen?

Armour-Geddon, shrugs: It is raining outside. Maybe she melted.

GARUDA

Fight: I wanted to design a hero that would challenge Flug in his shooting abilities and Demencia's tracking abilities like sense of smell. This hero’s aim is so accurate that he is able to shoot down the Hat-Ship with a single bow an arrow. Flug challenge him in a laser gun vs arrow fight while distracted 5.0.5. covers him with a bear hug and Demencia goes off and attacks him. However his skill fighting enable him to win the first round. With limited resources Flug, Demencia, and 5.0.5. will have to escape him on foot while he hunts and tracks them down with his hunter senses. They managed to escape by masking their sent by rubbing dirt, leaves, pine needles on their clothes and hiding behind a cave of a waterfall. Flug, noticing tin the fight that the hero is very protective of the the juncture of the wings connecting to his back and realised that the source of power comes from is wings, they have to out hunt the hunter. Flug devised an elaborate plan to defeat him which results in 5.0.5. creating a replica scarecrow of the gang with twigs and leaves as bait, as Flug set up traps for him and Demencia releasing an army of raccoons she befriended over him, before Flug shoots a makeshift arrow at the juncture to separate his wings from his body.

Inspiration: This hero was inspired by Hawkeye, the Villain Lady Naga, the legends of Garuda vs. Naga, Imakandi (Samurai Jack), Hibari Kyoya (KHR), Kraven the Hunter and with a bit of Batman vibes.

City: Devine City (A city known for its mythical and divine entities. Currently ruled by the Tori Clan)

Gold Accessory: Hand guard (for shooting arrows)

Reason Why He Wants To Be A Hero: To defeat Lady Naga and continue the family tradition of being the protector of Devine City.

The Reason Why He Is In The Golden Rule: is because of his wealth, connections, and his strong super powers which are useful for tracking down and fighting Villains. GoldHeart often uses him to find high profile Villains which are on the run or are difficult to find.

Additional Notes: The reason for his hatred of Lady Naga was because there was a competition of who could be the defender of the city. His family has been protecting the city for many generations he was worried he might lose the competition because they were nearly evenly matched when they sparred. So he cheated, without anyone knowing. Lady Naga was enraged with this so she stole the prize to be given to the winner - a rare elixir, created once every generation which will give the next city's protector super powers. Enraged he joined P.E.A.C.E. to get his super powers and eventually the Golden Rule because he likes to be surrounded by strong and skilled people that will better his heroic fighting skills and abilities to defeat Lady Naga.

His family also runs the city he is protecting and has a prominent business so he also gets into politics and business.

Despite his stoic nature, he is actually quite chill with the Golden Rule Members and willing to go with the flow of things, and even crack a few jokes (though sometimes his face is so stoic it's hard to tell when he is telling the joke). Just don’t bring up Lady Naga in front of him or it will bring down his mood, make him angry and he might go off with a long rant on how much he hates her, but he won’t let anyone have the honour of killing her except for him.

His can make his wings disappear and appear whenever he wants to. Which will transform into a tattoo on his back when he does not feel like using it.

His stealth and sneaking abilities are so good he sometimes has a habit of being in a room without anyone noticing. He even surprised Dís a few times, and she is a ghost.

He has a friendly rivalry with AG (who affectionately calls him Garu, much to his annoyance) and they often compete to see how many Villains they can fight or kill.

He and Siren are in a casual dating relationship. She thinks she's cute and has a lot in common and even agrees to have matching hair dyes together.

When Garuda first joined the Golden Rule, Cosmic Queen planned to make him one of her simps in an attempt to use him for his money and connections but he was already warned of a gold-digging ways by AG, which threw her plans out the window so instead she pesters him to introduce and connect her to rich and powerful politician friends and associates which he finds annoying and often refused to do so.

Aside from Lady Naga, he enjoys hunting other Villains for sports which sometimes Siren and AG joins in as well.

Quotes:

Garuda: If you prove you are a worthy prey in this hunt I might let you live.

Armour-Geddon: Hey Garu it's your Pucca *points to Lady Naga*

Garuda, aggressively flies off to attack her: SHE'S MINE!!

SIREN

Fight: Made this hero affectrd by 5.0.5's cuteness to the point it becomes an obsession, has animalistic tendencies and craziness like Demencia to challenge her in a 1v1 fight and for Flug to overcome his fear of water. When fighting the Villainous gang, she became obsessed with capturing 5.0.5. because he is literally the cutest thing she has ever seen and his fur colour matches her superhero aesthetic. She to make him her pet and personal playmate for her two pet sharks. Flug obviously didn’t want to give his son to this crazy fishlady and 5.0.5. didn’t want to leave his dad. The fight would take place on both on a large boat and sea, with her able to chase the Villainous gang crawl on walls and squeeze though small spaces while she is screams at them with her sonic scream. Flug managed to gather some basic materials on the ship to cancel out her sonic screams and Demencia will then be able to 1v1 her, while dodging attacks from her triton. As the fight progressed, she gets more frustrated and declared that if she can’t have 5.0.5. as a pet, then maybe she can will have him as a fur coat instead, then proceeds to throw her triton at him, it misses, but he lost his balance on the boat and fell into the water with the sharks, Flug jumped in to save his baby from being torn apart, despite his fear of water. He then fights off the sharks by shooting them with his laser gun. Demencia managed to land a punch on her, while she was distracted by the scene which made her scream hysterically before charging at her with all her might. Demencia dodges and she slams her head into the metal wall of the ship, before knocking himself out. "What a lunatic," Demencia declared before helping Flug and 5.0.5. out of the water after Flug managed to defeat the sharks.

Inspiration: Inspired by sea and aquatic themed villains such as Nango, Menta Laguna, and Capitán Fuego. As well as Aquaman and Disney Princesses.

Gold Accessory: Belt

City: Reef City (A city known for its famous resort, aquarium show, and concentration of pirates and sea monsters)

Reason Why She Wants To Be A Hero: Wants to have the brand and prestige of being a hero and to promote her family hotel.

The Reason Why She is in The Golden Rule: The reason why she is in the Golden Rule is because of her unique powers of controlling and breathing underwater and her wealth. GoldHeart uses her as leverage when dealing with aquatic villains or underwater missions if necessary.

Additional Notes: This hero has an obsession over cute things, but her definition of cute ranges from cute clothes, accessories, attractive model looking people, beautiful beaches, blue seas, sharks seeing people turn blue underwater and seeing their guts.

Her definition of a Villain are people who are ugly.

At times insult Dís and other heroes for her appearance and often complains about having to save "ugly civilians" that are in danger.

She appears to have a sweet nature like a princess and likes to use it to her advantage especially in a fight. But in reality she is somewhat sadistic especially being pushed on the edge. Like going too far during battles with other Villains and having a fascination seeing how long people can hold their breath before drowning.

She likes hanging out with Cosmic Queen because of her fashion sense and being in her in her reality show but is often easily manipulated by her and is treated like her sidekick.

Secretly she thinks she is much cuter and more attractive than CQ and thinks she deserves the top spot as the most popular heroine. She is aware that CQ treats her like crap but hopes she can learn enough to overthrow her top position.

She and Garuda are in a casual relationship. She goes hunting together and he even makes her the water-skin she is carrying from a pelt of the Villain he skinned for her. He tries to defend her against CQ or convince Siren to stand up for herself, but she says that she knows people use each other and will handle CQ by herself.

One of her powers is having the agility and flexibility of an octopus, so she is extremely flexible, bend in almost any direction and can even stick to walls and even snap your neck with her feet.

Her father owns a marine aquarium resort and in her city, as well as multiple , around the world hence she is extremely rich.

Her favorite food is peanut-butter and caviar sandwiches.

Initially there were only resorts but she was actually the one who came up with the idea of adding the aquarium in order to put the aquatic Villains she captures on display and use them for profit.

Capitán Fuego is her arch enemy, the reason for this was because a long time ago, she actually captured one of the aquatic creatures in the sea that turns out to be Capitán Fuego's, who was just a normal fishing captain at the time, friend. He managed to rescue his friend, but resulted in an onslaught between Siren while doing so which resulted in her sinking his ship (by using her brute strength to slam her head first into the ship and making a hole) and ripping his right arm off during their fight. If he did not cauterize the wound he would have died through blood loss or an infection.

Black Hat approached him at his lowest moments and that was where he made a deal to have ability and powers in exchange for his soul in order to defeat that monster.

Black Hat gave him fire powers and built him a new ship to suit his powers. His ability also enabled him to get a new right arm.

Their dynamic is like Captain Ahab and Moby Dick. (Or like Disiree and Klofange for those of you who watch Xiaolin Showdown 😆)

She likes to break out in song randomly much to the annoyance of others but can't sing for nuts (which she is in denial) sometimes her sonic scream can accidentally smash objects due to her singing or squealing in excitement (She still owes GoldHeart for destroying his windows in the Golden Rule building one time.

Quotes:

Capitán Fuego: The only monster in the sea is you!

Siren: Yeah well, you're ugly!

[Siren, gets hit during a fight]

Siren, with tears in her eyes: Ow, oh how could you be so mean?

[Random Villain]: Oh I am so sorry I -

Siren, kicks the villain painfully in between the legs: AHAHAHA. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU VILLAINS KEEP FALLING FOR THAT!

Dís: With all these celebrities showing up tonight, I should go change.

Siren whispering to Cosmic Queen: I thought she had to wait for a full moon.

DÍS

Fight: As shown in Episode 2, Flug has a fear of Ghosts, so I thought it would be an interesting concept for Flug to have to face his fears in order to defeat this hero. The fight would take place in a large building with enclosed walls which involve a series of paranoia between the Villainous gang as they tried to avoid being touched on the head by her, like a twisted game of duck-duck-goose as she turns invisible and phases through walls. Flug would give the team members heat vision goggles and a ghost hunting trap like the ghost busters and Demencia's keen sense of smell would come in handy. She would somehow destroy the heat vision goggles from the team, but Flug then realized that she can't phase through while interacting at the same time so Flug devices a plan which involves using himself as live bait and overcoming his fear of ghosts, while 5.0.5. activates the ghost trapping the device. She still struggles to escape the device and almost does before Demencia viciously bit her and the painful shock made the trap able to catch her.

Inspiration: This hero is based on Mother Poltergeist, so She is basically a ghost catching ghost. As well as by Mystique (X-Men), Kitty Pride (X-Men), and Martian Man Hunter (JL), Mira Nova (Buzz Light-year of Star Command)

City: Treesville (The capital city in the country of Yggdrasil, known for its large forests and concentration of paranormal activity, came up with the name as Yggdrasil is a tree in Norse Mythology)

Gold Accessory: Hair Accessory (That doubles as a secret video camera for recording blackmail)

Reason Why She Wants To Be A Hero: To gossip and blackmail from high profile and famous people while appearing to be the good guy while doing so.

The Reason Why She Is In The Golden Rule is because of her extremely useful and unique ghost powers as a hero and she also acts as informant to the Golden Rule through gathering gossip, blackmail, information and secrets from Heroes and Villains so that it can be used in ammunition so that The Golden Rule can stay in power.

Additional Notes: She can phase through walls and turn invisible without an issue but her mind reading powers have limitations.

"That's why her hair is so big it's full of secrets" (jk 😆)

She does so by going to events and connecting with others or secretly listening to other people's conversation by turning invisible or phasing through walls.

GoldHeart would also uses her ability to read minds in order to interrogate people.

She would charge heroes money or in favors in exchange for her investigation services to find dirt or other people or get money from them to prevent the blackmail from getting out.

GoldHeart has prepared some horrible blackmail on her as a contingency plan if she ever decides to betray the Golden Rule, but she is smart not to, knowing the consequences and enjoys getting juicy gossip from high profile and famous people.

She is often bored of her main heroing job like saving people and outsources saving her city to other low ranking heroes such as Bulldozer and often focuses on networking with other heroes to get the latest gossip and secrets, but she does enough hero work to get by and appear like she is working to the media.

She had a bad habit of turning invisible and going through walls to listen to other Golden Rule members conversations as well, that GoldHeart had to sound proof and ghost proof the walls to prevent her from phasing through.

She often hangs out with CQ who being the most well connected hero always has some entertaining gossip.

She would often assist Green-Go in pulling hilarious pranks on others for fun.

She dislikes Siren as she says she is ugly and they will at times bicker and argue with each other and often purposely say things to annoy her.

She has her own video and news blog called Hero-Watch which she reports all the interesting gossip she finds on P.E.A.C.E. heroes. There are also segments where she interviews heroes and asks them spicy questions or have other heroes go on blind dates with each other.

Quotes:

Dís: I blackmail people when I'm nervous. It's kinda my go to...

Dís, smirks: So I heard from Icarus who heard from Konan who heard from Omega who heard from Ringworm who overhead from--

Siren: GET TO THE POINT!!

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GoldHeart: We have no secrets here.

Siren, side-eyeing Dís: That's because she listens at the door.

Dís: How else would I hear you scratching to get back in?

GREEN-GO

Fight: I thought it would be cool if the Villainous gang fought a Flash themed superhero who is extremely difficult to keep up with. Flug tries to shoot him and Demencia tries to attack him but he evades with his super speed. He is also skilled at kick boxing which he used in the fight. Even though he has super speed, he doesn’t have super strength and can still be slowed down in surfaces with less friction. Flug, Demencia and 5.0.5. have to lead him to a large body of water and Flug has to use a freeze ray to trap him in ice.

Inspiration: Flash (JL) and His personality is something like Scout (TF2).

City: Olympus City (A city known for its Sports Events such as the P.E.A.C.E. Hero Olympics)

Gold Accessory: Ankle Guards

Reason Why He Wants To Be A Hero: Fame, fortune and money.

The Reason Why She Is In The Golden Rule is because they needed a speedster amongst the group and he was able to get the position because he is the fastest hero in P.E.A.C.E.

Additional Notes: However, he is insecure about his position in the Golden Rule because his ability and powers don't stand out among the others, GoldHeart also likes to remind him how dispensable he is if he does not pull his weight with the increased number of new heroes in P.E.A.C.E. having speed super powers.

That's why he often does things like compete in the Olympics, even though he has an unfair advantage of his superpowers in order to win.

He would often boast to heroes and civilians and everyone that he is in the Golden Rule and part of the Seven Nobles and to stunts and tricks in order to garner attention. During fights he would also do things like pull pranks on Villains for attention.

He got more fame as well as security in his position in the Golden Rule after he was able to defeat the Villain Metauro, who have recently killed the El Torero and ever since his Metauro vowed to get stronger and break his spine.

He likes to watch sports matches (e.g. basketball, football, tennis) and is an extreme fanboys for the sports players and would at times get over exited at meeting the players that he would cling on to their legs (the Golden Rule Members would say or pretend they don't know him if they ever went to one of the matches with him)

Don't give him too much sugar or coffee he gets super hyperactive and starts bouncing up and down the walls.

He loves to prank Villains and shares his ideas with the other Golden Rule Members. He is so fast that sometimes the Villains don't know what's happening until they are being pranked.

He likes to get advice from AG and Garuda on how to ask girls out.

He and Siren often complain to each other on why the other Golden Rule Members think they're childish.

Quotes:

Green-Go: I mean do you know who you're even talking to? Basically, kind of a big deal.

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Green-Go: I'm the fastest hero in P.E.A.C.E.

Garuda: That explains why you can't get a date.

Green-Go: Hey!

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