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Heaven is a Misnomer - Chapter 1

To protect him from his unsafe home life, Jake's mother sends him to the Celestial Realm for an exchange program. Jake faces a pile of Celestial Realm biases, a broken system of oppression, and unlikely friends. This year is going to be unpleasant at best, but he'll survive. Hopefully.

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Rating: Teen, for now. Might bump it up for violence but I don't think it'll get that bad. Chapter 1 Wordcount: 3136 Characters/Relationships: Jake (Exchange student OC) / Raphael (Eventually. This is a slow burn). Michael exists, mentions of all the demon brothers and extras exist, and they appear in some of the middle chapters. A bunch of new OC angels because we don't know enough about the celestial realm in canon. Notes:

Well fam, here we are, as promised. First week of 2024, Jake's story in the Celestial Realm. Bad Khakis. Michael being problematic.

I'm really excited for you all to get to meet the extended OC cast, given that we don't have a lot of named angels in canon! Also the exchange students that got introduced in DD get fleshed out so that you can meet them more as real people. (The more I write of this the more I love Bunny and Aya, honestly.)

I'll be posting a chapter every Tuesday, and given how long the chapters are turning out and how many chapters I've got plotted past what I've written, I hope you're down for another ~100k word ride.

This follows the canon timeline, and is happening simultaneously with "Devils in the Details" which chronicles Nia's first year of the exchange program in the Devildom. If you're here and sad that there aren't a ton more scenes with the demon brothers, well! There's a whole fic for that already! Knowledge of that fic is not necessary to read this one, but the tie ins make it fun!

You can also read this on AO3, if that's your jam!

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Chapter 1: What do you mean, Exchange Program?

“Same time tomorrow, Mr. Costello?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Jake said, a smile plastered onto his face as though it was the most important thing in his world, and that he hadn’t been fighting tears for the last twenty minutes.

He’d been having tutoring sessions over lunch time for his entire high school career. It had been the cause of no end of strife in his school life, but it was better for him than not. The tutoring sessions were a cover, of course, for counseling sessions. Therapy. It was something his mother had worked out with the school counselor the moment she knew what school he was going to. Jake had always been a troubled kid, and his mother wanted to avoid that kind of thing following him to high school.

This of course, was the cause of a ton of rumors that made his life ridiculous, but Jake was the king of gossip and rumors, so he was entirely too happy to either play along or do something completely contrary to what they were spreading that made the rumormongers look like idiots.

On his way to his locker, Jake glanced down at his phone. He still had five minutes before passing time to wolf down his sandwich. He was leaving the bathroom after washing his hands when he practically ran into his bestie Nia making a beeline for the ladies’ room. She didn’t seem to even notice him, and he pursed his lips. Great. Something happened while she was reading under the bleachers again. That was the only real downside to his lunchtime therapy sessions. He never got to have lunch with his bestie, and as much as she claimed to love the time for reading, he knew she was dealing with her own personal hell. People were assholes. Especially their fellow students.

“Jacob, can you see me at my desk, please?”

Jake sighed, stepping up to his Chemistry teacher’s desk.

“Care to explain why you didn’t turn in last week’s assignment? The late work deadline was Monday.” He said, lips pursed in a way that made Jake think of a cranky old woman librarian.

“I did, Mr. Cook.” Of course he did. Jake did all of his homework, it was the one reliable escape at home.

“I have no record of your lab report, nor the associated worksheets.”

Jake bit back his retort. Fighting with Mr. Cook about this never worked, and only got the Chemistry teacher more and more on his case.

“I have the slip you signed when I turned it in.” Jake said, pulling out his binder and getting out the slip in question. He refused to let go of the paper, simply showing it to the teacher. He just knew if he let go of the signed slip that it too would get “lost”. He didn’t know if Mr. Cook did it on purpose, but his grades were suffering because this man was determined that he never did his work. The signed turn-in slips were his mother’s idea, after the last parent-teacher conference where his academic reputation had been dragged in the mud. Mrs. Costello was having absolutely none of that, she knew full well how much focus her boy put on his academics.

“Ah. I see that you do.” the teacher said, and seemed to set his jaw. “I will have to look into what might have happened on my end.”

“Please.” Jake said. He was thinking ‘See that you do.’ but he just had this feeling if he said that out loud he’d never hear the end of it. “Is there anything else, Mr. Cook?”

“No, that is everything I need from you, Mr. Costello.”

“Great, can I have a pass to my next class? I still need to stop at my locker, and—“

“You’ll be fine if you hustle.” Mr. Cook said, and then promptly dismissed Jake from his attention.

Jake cursed internally, and walked out of the room as fast as he could - he couldn’t do with being yelled at for running, but he was going to need to pull off the power walk of his life if he didn’t want to be late to his last class of the day.

“Welcome home, Jakey.” his mom said from the kitchen, where she was busily cooking dinner.

“Hey Mom.” Jake said, setting his bag by the stairs and plopping down at the kitchen counter.

“And how was school?”

“I had to show Mr. Cook one of his signed assignment slips today.”

“Seriously? That man gets on my last nerve.”

Jake watched as his mother chopped ingredients for dinner slightly more aggressively than she had been.

“It should be fine. If not, I can go to the AP’s office and complain directly.”

“Heaven help that man if I have to get involved again.”

“I still think he’s just homophobic and taking it out on me because I’m the one most publicly out at school.”

“It could be, as much as I hate to say it.” his mother said, sliding the chopped vegetables into the skillet. “But maybe we shouldn’t talk about that right now—“

“Talk about what?”

Jake froze at the sound of his father’s voice from behind him. Shit. He’s home early.

“I was thinking it was possible that Mr. Cook is intentionally ‘losing’ my assignments because I’m gay, is all.” Jake trailed off towards the end of his sentence. He knew how this was about to go down.

“Some teacher is losing your things.”

“Yes. I have pr—“

“And it’s because you’re supposedly gay.”

“It could be.”

“So tell him you’re not gay. Then it’s handled.”

“That would be a lie, dad.”

“You’re kidding, right Jacob? This whole thing is a joke, haha, joke’s on old dad.”

Jake looked up at his dad and winced.

“No, I’m not kidding, dad. I’m gay.” It was probably the fifth time he’d accidentally outed himself to his father. It wasn’t like his dad was old enough to have Alzheimer's or something, he was just usually too drunk to remember anything the next day.

“Oh Andy, leave the kid be. You know it’s just a phase.” His mother said from the kitchen, and he winced. That was her way out of this argument every time. Honestly, all he wanted was his dad to realize that being gay wasn’t the worst thing that a kid could be these days. It wasn’t even that rare for a kid to be gay, especially in the city.

It wouldn’t be that big of a deal, really, his dad not thinking the highest of him, but he knew that when his dad got upset like this… well… it went bad for his mom, real fast.

“Yeah sure, just a phase.” his dad said, and threw his bottle against the wall. From the way it splattered, it wasn’t quite empty, either. Jake didn’t look forward to cleaning that up.

Here we fucking go. Jake thought. He started to say something, but his mother spoke before he could.

“Jake, go to your room.” His mother said, gaining all of his father’s attention.

“What, Marnie. You just going to take his side?” his father spat, and Jake all but sprinted up to his room, grabbing his bag on the way. There was a reason he always left it against the stairs, much as he wished there wasn’t.

He got into his room and shut his door, practically collapsing into his desk chair. Perfect way to spend a Thursday night, he thought, pulling out his math homework and his phone.

Jake > Nia: Nia, they’re at it again. Nia > Jake: Oh shit. What this time? Jake > Nia: Same shit, different day. Dad found out I’m gay, I guess. Nia > Jake: You came out to your parents more than a year ago!!! Nia > Jake: How many times is this going to happen? Jake > Nia: I don’t know. What can I do? I can’t.. Anything. Nia > Jake: You know you’re always welcome here. Jake > Nia: I can’t leave my mom. Nia > Jake: I know. Hey look on the bright side, tomorrow’s Friday. Jake > Nia: Friday… gods bless Friday, I need my Ma hugs. Nia > Jake: Me too! Also it’s Pizza and Ice Cream Friday. Jake > Nia: Now there’s inspiration to get my math homework done.

Downstairs, more glass shattered, and Jake winced. He just hoped his mom was going to be okay, after this. He knew he’d hear all about it tomorrow, how much he was a bad son, and did he have any idea what she went through for him…

I really do understand. Jake sighed, and put his headphones on. The music was far too loud, but it served to drown out the mess that was his home life so that he had a chance to get his homework done.

Now… how was this supposed to work again? A squared plus B squared…

Jake woke suddenly to a hand on his shoulder, and jumped so hard he almost fell off of his bed.

“Sorry Jakey.” his mom said quietly. “Your dad’s out again. I brought you some dinner.” She set the bowl of vegetable-heavy macaroni and cheese on his desk.

“You don’t need to apologize, mom.” Jake said, reaching out to pull his mom into a hug. “It’s not your fault he’s like this.”

“I know, baby. But you deserve better.” She ruffled his hair, and chuckled. “Looks like we need to trim your sides again.”

“Oh no, am I getting scruffy?”

“Just a little bit.”

Jake felt a strong need to put a hat on. Scruffy did not fit his aesthetic one bit.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure he fit his own aesthetic at all.

Circumstances made it so that he came out of the closet way earlier than he really felt comfortable, but he knew that if he was just himself, but gay, that it would backfire. So instead, he was flamboyant, expressive Jake.

At least in the privacy of his own bedroom he could be himself. Quiet, melancholy Jake. Much less bright than anyone thought he was. Anyone but Nia, at least. His bestie knew him inside and out, so at least he had that going for him.

Friday dawned like any other day ending in Y, and Jake hauled himself out of bed and to school. Early, of course, for track practice. His mornings were utterly incomplete without a long run. Something that helped him clear his mind and get his school mask settled into place.

Of course, by the time he was in the locker room showering off the sweat and changing out of his running gear, the rumors and gossip were already flying. There were two new students today. Something about an exchange program. Jake soaked in as much gossip as he could on his way to his first class. He absolutely had to share this with Nia. Hopefully she was already in class, and there hadn’t been some incident keeping her from her morning reading. It seemed like that kind of week.

Jake bounded into the classroom, glad to see Nia in her usual place. He plopped down in his chair, facing backwards so that he could chatter at her before class started.

“Nia!!!”

“Morning Jake. Happy Friday.” Nia looked up from her book, casually putting her bookmark in to hold her place.

“That’s your normal Friday Greeting. Today is not a normal Friday!”

“What?”

“There are new kids!”

“On a Friday?”

“Yep!”

“Their parents are the worst. Why would you start your kids on a Friday, at least wait until Monday.”

I think my dad takes the cake for the worst, but… sure, Nia.

“Okay, okay. I get your point, but like… they’re both seniors. Brothers, apparently. And smokin’ hot.”

“I’ll take your word for it?”

“No way. Between the two of us we have seven classes today. Surely we’ll catch sight of one of them, right?”

“Yeah. Hell of a story to tell ma later.”

“Miss Laney. Language.” Mr. Randall said, entering the room.

Jake rolled his eyes, grateful to be facing away from their teacher initially.

“English, Mr. Randall. Christian jargon, specifically.”

The teacher laughed. “Alright, alright. Good morning.”

At least he was dealing fine with Nia’s pedantic backtalk this morning. Maybe he was excited about new students to teach, as well. Jake turned himself around in his chair, as the rest of their classmates started to file into the room. Jake was excited to meet the new kids, but he got the vibe from Nia that she could do without adding any new potential bullies to her watch list. He didn’t really blame her for it. She had the worst luck.

After lunch, Jake walked into Chemistry, expecting to have another discussion with Mr. Cook about his homework. What he wasn’t expecting was for his usually vacant table to be populated… by the two new kids. Oh, sweet! He’d get to meet them and could tell Nia what to expect in case either of them were choir kids. The blonde looked… choir-possible. The other… seemed like he’d rather be skipping. Did he just wink at me?

Jake settled into his usual chair, and engaged immediately with the new kids.

“Hi, I’m Jake, and apparently we’re table buddies now.”

Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome - the one who’d winked - grinned. “Hi there, Jake. I’m Diaval. And this,” He gestured to the blonde who looked like someone had taken him off of one of those 90s trashy romance book covers, “is my brother Mark.”

“Pleasure to meet you. Brothers, both seniors…” Jake said, thinking. “Don’t let me sound too stupid here, but you don’t look like twins.”

Mark scoffed. “Please. We’re barely brothers. My father is—“

“Someone entirely different than mine.” Diaval finished, rolling his eyes.

Oh. Jake thought. They don’t get along at all. This is going to be interesting.

He slipped his phone out and sent a few quick texts to Nia, before turning his focus on Mr. Cook, lest he get his phone confiscated.

Jake was looking forward to band. His last period class, Band usually kept him sane and happy. He was surprised, after their conversations in Chemistry not to see Diaval here in band. He’d seemed like a musical sort. Maybe he was in choir with Nia.

Shaking his head to get the new kids out of it so that he could focus, Jake waved to his fellow percussionists before getting himself settled at the timpani. He’d just picked up the mallets when the director beckoned him over. Setting the mallets down carefully, he practically flounced over to the director. The man never needed him for anything before, so this was a novel experience. He wasn’t even the percussion lead…

“I just got a call from the office, Jake. Your mother is here.”

Jake blinked. “Why is my mom here?”

“I certainly don’t know.” the director said, shrugging. “But apparently you’re going to be heading out straight from the office today, so grab your bag. I’ll see you Monday.”

Jake knew not to argue. If mom was here to pick him up, there was probably a good reason. Better her than dad, that was for sure. He’d have to text Nia from the car, though. She’d worry, otherwise.

Of course, he didn’t have to do that, as he ran into Nia in the hallway.

“Oh hey! I have to go to the office—“

“—because my mom is here…”

“Weird.” They said in unison, and weird only began to cover the next few hours.

Their moms had come together. And had taken them out to get fancy coffee. Which was like ten red flashing lights right there. Something was very off.

Of course something crazy was happening. Of course.

“So, you’re saying you signed me up for an exchange program?” Nia said, and the look she was giving her mother over the top of her coffee-adjacent drink was telling.

To be fair, Jake was giving his own mother the same look.

“Isn’t it just supposed to be like, to another country though?” he said, concerned.

“Well…” Nia’s mom started, and his mom interrupted her.

“It was my idea. I didn’t know if you two would get in, but I suggested to Lynn, I mean Nia’s mom, that we could sign you both up so you’d be together.”

“Well, that backfired.” Nia said, bitterly.

“They said you can still text though! And video call, and regular call!” Nia’s mom said, trying to sound excited for them.

“But…” Jake said, not excited about being separated from Nia, and especially displeased about leaving his mom alone with how his dad was being.

“And there’ll be a big dance at the end of the program.” Jake’s mom said, her smile equally fake.

“So you’re saying the two hot guys who just transferred in today are our replacements?” Jake shared a look with Nia. That would explain some things about the supposed ‘brothers’ they’d met.

“Well…”

“In Nia’s case, yeah, literally.” Her mom said. “They’re staying at our place since we have the space…”

“And you’re going to trust them to take care of the girls?” Nia said, cautiously.

“Well, no. I had to take a few months of 8-5s to cover Janice’s maternity leave, so it works out.”

“That is suspiciously convenient.” Jake said with narrowed eyes.

“Jake… There’s a reason we did this. I’m divorcing your father. But It’s going to be messy… and I need to know that you’re safe, okay?”

“So you’re sending me off to Literal Actual Heaven where Angels are from to keep me safe.” Jake was angry. Nia just looked like she was numb. “And you’re sending Nia off to Literal Actual Hell.”

“Technically it’s the Celestial Realm and the Devildom.” His mother said, quietly.

Nia still hadn’t done so much as blink in the last five minutes.

“Adania. Please. Just try it. It’s a year. It’s Room & Board covered, and we have been promised you will both be entirely safe.”

Jake reached out and took Nia’s hand in his, at which point she basically melted, falling over into his shoulder.

“Ugh. Fiiiine. Can we still have pizza and ice cream night?” Nia asked, sighing. Jake could feel the subtle trembling.

“Yes. But we’re going out for pizza.” her mother said, grinning. “And Marnie’s coming along.”

“What.” Nia said, so blankly it wasn’t even a question.

“Yeah, we’re gonna do the whole arcade thing.”

“Mom, we can’t afford that.”

“With the stipend they’re giving me to house a literal angel and a literal demon? We’re good.”

“Mo-om!”

“Hush. You’re leaving tomorrow. Let me spoil my baby girl.”

Nia rolled her eyes and Jake just laughed.

A year in Heaven, huh? Wonder if it was going to be anything like Seven Minutes in Heaven. Maybe he’d kiss an angel. Ha. Gay angels. Unlikely. This year was going to suck.

#shall we date obey me #obey me!#obey me raphael #obey me diaval #raphael x oc #time to actually learn something about the celestial realm #tags will match content for each chapter #abuse #alcholism #homophobia #longfic

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theninjasanctuary · 2 years

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So, I have stayed in, up until frankly obscene hours of the morning for days, and somehow kept focus enough to complete a thing that was overdue (by how much, is a debatable matter, but at least 5 years). And can move on with my life now, I guess.

Also, finally all the stuff I bought while I was procrastinating in late June got delivered. Pretty much all of it is great, the frivolous vintage perfume minis are lovely (and I could finally confirm the old Kenzo Parfum d'Été does smell exactly like Brindille by Galimard, bought at the Galimard shop in Grasse in... 2007? because they said they were the ones producing the actual perfumes going into the pretty bottles of several famous brands, including Kenzo, and sold the same stuff under their own labels; so now I have the scent as well as a version of the original bottle). The down hoodie is fantastic and fits perfectly, Muji pj-s are large but not unwearably so, the DKNY bra is v. pretty and fits, and the green cashmere sweater is also perfect. The Högl flats are going back to Momox though, as they're very stiff and uncomfortable.

In other news, it's been raining a lot, which is a nice change after the heatwave. Before the intense writing session, had a chance to hang out with extended fam, shopping with one cousin for presents for the other cousin's daughters + having a small party at their garden the next day. Summer is good.

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daedalusdavinci · 2 years

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send an ask: get to know your author

good god dirt. ok, putting this under the cut bc holy shit

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

yeah, definitely. theres some longer ideas i have for batman fics that i dont wanna commit to yet, largely because im still learning how to write characters with did and im still fresh into comics, and i want to read more comics before i start writing a character im not as familiar with, yknow? like, i feel like i really need to read more stuff w the arrow fam and the bat fam especially before i go just saying things lol

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

chronological babey. i take it one chapter at a time. sometimes if im frustrated ill skip ahead a little bit or leave it as a rough draft and fix it later while i move on, but thats not especially common for me

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

answered!

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

id make level 2 shorter. i wrote so much for it i dont wanna just not post the whole thing but i really dont like the second half as much. i think id also make ammfh more playful and less. personal. there wasnt as much emphasis on john being a trickster as i originally wanted and instead i spent more time like venting through the fic which feels. very exposed and strange now

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

i usually write w music or white noise in the background depending on how much focus i have! thats why some fics have white noise generators recommended in the notes

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

ah jeez idk. i think i might be better at the flowery stuff and just like wording things? getting the right vibe down yknow

13) your strengths as an author

i think ive always had pretty strong dialogue. ive gotten better obviously, but its always been one of the easier parts of writing

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

answered!

20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

a mix tbh. depends on how much time/focus/motivation i have yknow? like sometimes ill pump out 5k in one day and sometimes ill just write a sentence or two before bed. all depends

23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

i guess rping lol idk being a fmst major i think helps me tackle more sensitive issues in my writing better maybe?

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

see. i have absolutely googled weird obscure knowledge for a story. however. the moment i finish writing it it leaves my brain again. nothing sticks. also i have a healthy appreciation for "no one gives a shit it doesnt matter" and i will just throw guns in a fantasy setting bc i dont care and cant be assed to do research. its fan fiction not brain science. pay me if you want better quality

#asks #mudp1es #a match made for heaven #woof that was a lot

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agustdakasuga · 2 years

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Still With You

Genre: Romance, fluff, oneshot

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Characters: Idol!Jungkook, Normal!Reader

Summary: He put on a smile, a mask to show the world how great he was, when he was crumbling on the inside. Until you pulled him out of the dark. You let him be a star in your vast sky.

A/N: Hello fam!! I know this upload came rather randomly but actually, I’ve had this draft for a bit!! All in preparation for my cutie badass queen bby @taegularities birthday!! Go wish her a happy birthday because she’s seriously the best and I love her so much, you have no idea.

Also, you may realise this is written in a very different style than how I usually write. I’m just trying something new, seeing if this is something a new style I could incorporate into my current writing to improve it!!

At the start, Jungkook never really grasped your significance in his life. He didn’t realise the impact you had on him. When your relationship first started, whenever the older members would tease him about you, he would either look away or blush, sometimes both. He didn’t feel the need to ever justify his feelings for you to others. He knew he had affectionate feelings for you, that was it. Everything else in your relationship has been kept private, which Jungkook liked and wanted to keep that way. It was more intimate that way.

It was late at night, the streets were mostly empty. Everyone else had gone home and encouraged Jungkook to do the same but he insisted on staying a while more to work on his solo routine.

BTS had announced a new world tour last week and he definitely did not want to disappoint, he had to live up to his golden maknae name after all.

He wants to do well. For his band, for his fans, for you.

As the song ended, he fell onto the ground, letting out a frustrated huff. Nothing was working out for him. At the studio session with Namjoon yesterday for his mixtape, he decided to trash all his drafts. And his vocal practice earlier in the evening was terrible with his voice not allowing him to hit the right notes. Now, he was making mistakes in his supposedly flawless solo routine. It was as if his own body was against him.

With such a major tour coming up and new routines to learn before leaving, he could not afford to be making rookie mistakes on a routine that he was supposed to already be an expert at. He helped choreograph his solo after all, so it should be a breeze for him.

“Jungkook?” Was he so exhausted right now that he was hearing your voice call out to him? He didn’t respond, staying in the same position as he was in with an arm thrown over his eyes.

That faint voice of yours that grazed me Please call my name one more time

“Jungkook.” It was your soft voice for sure, only you could make his name sound so perfect. Jungkook lifted his head this time to see you standing by the door of the practice room. You had a small smile on your face as he met eyes with you. He was frozen at your sudden presence, not expecting you at all.

“W-What are you doing here?” He stuttered as he sat up fully.

“I heard you hadn’t gone home so I came to see how you were doing.” You replied. From your tone, he knew you were masking your worry. But you weren’t angry or upset with him.

As worried as you were, you still stood at the door, holding it open with a lean. That showed him that you respected his personal space and his work. You had always been always cautious of interrupting his dance or vocal practice.

“Just practising… The tour is coming up, you know?” He shrugged, finally pulling his gaze away from yours to look at the wooden floorboards. Obviously, he didn’t mean it in a rude way but with the self frustration bubbling up within him now, it was hard to vocalise his thoughts calmly. You nodded your head with an understanding hum, not offended or hurt at all.

Jungkook waited a few seconds as silence swallowed the room, mentally debating with himself on what he should do next. He decided to stand up, walking towards you. You looked up at him, the smile never leaving your face as he towered over you.

I’m standing still under the frozen light, but I will walk towards you, step by step Still with you

Without a word, he enveloped his arms around you. You did the same, your arms wrapping around his waist, not caring that he was sweaty. He leaned down, kissing your temple before resting his eyes against your shoulder. His hands bunched the material of your sweater.

“Nothing is working out.” He confessed.

“What isn’t? Talk to me.” You encouraged him to share, acknowledging that he was used to bottling up all his negative feelings.

“I… My vocals… Then, my dance routine… I-I can’t…” He tried to form sentences but the sobs blocked the way. His body shook as he was wrecked with the emotions that just poured out all at once.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. We know these things take time. Sometimes things don’t work out the way we want them to but we work through them, right? Don’t worry.” Your voice was always so comforting to him. If you ever asked him to do anything, he would do it in a heartbeat. You patted his back to try and soothe him but other than that, you didn’t interrupt his babbled crying. You were always so patient with him.

Jungkook always had such high expectations of himself. He wanted, no, needed himself to be the best version of himself that he could be, and that was to be perfect. He hated himself whenever he fell short of his expectations.

You knew all this. But you also knew that telling Jungkook ‘no one is perfect’ wasn’t going to comfort him or make him feel better, it made him feel ridiculous and worse. If he wanted to achieve something, your job is to be there to support him all the way and to pull him out of the dark.

The darkness he has been harbouring for a few weeks now.

A pitch dark room I shouldn’t get used to it But I’m used to it again

“S-Sorry.” He apologised, whispering in your ear.

“Don’t be. Would you like to take a break for the night? Maybe feel better after some sleep and recovery?” You offered. He shook his head.

“Alright.” You accepted his answer. Jungkook was shocked you didn’t force him to go home and rest immediately. Practice, dance and singing were important to him, you would never pull him away from it. You understood how he was frustrated now and you insisting that he stop and rest wouldn’t make him feel better.

When Jungkook separated from you, you cupped his cheeks with your hands, your thumbs wiping away the stray tears as he sniffled, nose slightly pink.

“I’m going to run it a few more times…” He told you.

“Okay. Remember, working hard is important but giving yourself time to recover is just as important.” You reminded and he nodded his head. With his hands resting on your hips comfortably, he leaned down again to give you a loving kiss.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. I’m always with you, alright?” You giggled. Jungkook felt you slip away from his hands, taking your warmth with you. Giving him a final wave and a fist pump of encouragement, you turned around the corner and made your way home. He stood there in the hallway even after you left, he already missed having you by his side.

With a shake of his head, he hit his temple with the heel of his palm and re-entered the practice room. Jumping on the spot and shaking his limbs to get his head back into the game, he pressed play at the computer before starting his routine once again.

He gave up. As the final remnants of the repeated song slowly faded out into silence, he sat on the ground, leaning back against his hands as he panted heavily.

Standing up again, he went to the small bar counter outside to get more water to hydrate himself. After grabbing a bottle from the mini-fridge, he sat on one of the sofa chairs, preferring the cold air outside more than the stuffy one in the practice room. Being the only one there at that time, it was so quiet.

The low-pitched sound of the air conditioner If I don’t have this, I might just fall apart

Jungkook closed his eyes, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting against the windows. Turning his head, he saw the drops slowly cascade down the glass.

Did you make it home before the rain started?

His thoughts wandered to you before taking his phone out with the intention of contacting you.

It was late. Maybe he shouldn’t disturb you in the event that you were already asleep. Placing the device beside him, he stared at the blank screen, resisting the temptation to call you to hear your voice again even if he spoke to you two hours.

From the start, this was how simple your relationship with Jungkook was. You never needed him to always be with you 24/7, for him to put you before anything else. Things were kept casual enough and comfortable. Not once did any of you feel pressured or suffocated from the other’s actions. Jungkook was grateful for that.

You understood that he was shy and had a hard time opening up to people. Yet, you never rushed him. You stood by him through everything, he shared all the good times and bad times with you.

We laugh together, we cry together These simple feelings were everything I had

He knew what he had to do.

Leaving the bar counter, he entered the practice room, grabbing his bucket hat and bag, slinging it over his shoulder. Standing at the door with his hand on the light switch, it took every ounce of willpower to flip the switch and walk away. He erased the desperate need to perfect his routine from his head. Now, all he thought about was you.

Luckily, Jungkook could still catch the last bus after a short dash. And with it being so late, he didn’t have to worry that much about being recognised or spotted. But to be safe, he kept his bucket hat low and sat at the very back.

While the bus moved through the city, his legs swung happily, feeling a sudden rush of happiness at the thought of seeing you and being with you again.

When it was his stop, he got off with a respectful bow of his head to the driver, who tipped his hat back at the young boy. Jungkook stood at the sheltered bus stop, a couple of blocks away from your apartment building. From the looks of it, the rain wasn’t going to let up soon.

So he ran.

In a rapturous memory The rain pours even when I dance alone By the time this mist clears I'll run with my feet wet

The banging on your door startled you awake. Turning on the lights, you hurried to the door and swung it open. Your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting a soaking wet Jungkook to be standing at your door, grinning from ear to ear.

“Jungkook?!” You couldn’t help the disbelief on your face. A part of you thought that you were perhaps still dreaming.

So hug me then

Laughing, he hugged you tightly. You squeak at the feeling of his cold, wet clothes slowly drenching your pajamas. He lifted you up, his signature baby-like laughter filling your house.

“Let me close the door first. We’re going to wake my neighbours.” You laughed, thinking it would convince him to put your down. But it didn’t. He simply teetered backwards and closed the door with his foot, making it slam with a soft thud. It was only when he felt you shiver against him then Jungkook pulled you down. Looking at your now wet clothing, he realised what he did.

“Oops.” He laughed.

“Nothing a change of clothes won’t fix.” You shrugged, laughing along with him. After ushering him to take a hot shower, knowing he couldn’t afford to fall ill now, you changed into a fresh set of clothes and cleaned the entranceway of your apartment.

“I’m done.” Jungkook announced as you finished cleaning the floor. He came over and held his hand out to hoist you into a standing position again.

“Sorry.” He apologised.

“No worries.” You smiled and went to throw the rag into the wash. Jungkook trailed behind you, reaching out to catch your free hand so he could hold it. After putting the soiled rag into the washing machine for tomorrow, you turned to him.

“Can I fix you some tea? To warm you up even more?”

“Honestly, I just want to sleep.” He said honestly as he rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish smile on his face. You nodded your head and he turned off your living room lights for you before following you into the bedroom. Laying on the bed, the both of you stared at each other, not saying a word. You reached out to run your fingers through his hair.

“Can I hold you?” He asked. You nodded and he slowly put his arms around you to hold you close to him. It was as if he was worried you would disappear.

He began to hum a tune and you looked up at him.

“That’s nice.” You complimented.

“It’s just something random I can up with when I was in the studio earlier. It’s nothing.” Jungkook was relieved that the room being dark so you couldn’t see how much he was blushing. Normal compliments made him embarrassed but compliments from you made him want to run away and hide.

“Sleep.” He continued to hum, now knowing that you liked it. You slowly closed your eyes and was soon fast asleep for the second time that night.

Jungkook adored the way the intruding moonlight cascaded on your face. You were so beautiful to him, you were perfection. With an endearing smile, he tucked a disturbing lock of hair behind your ear.

The moon looks lonely Like it's crying in the bright night sky

He remembers the nights of crying himself to sleep after his members had turned in for the night, muffling his sobs with his pillow as he was unable to find comfort in anyone or anything anymore. He felt like he was alone, constantly battling with himself. And he was on the brink of giving everything up, tired of fighting. But then, he met you.

You became his reason, his world. He was merely just a star in your vast sky. You brought light into his dark world and prevented him from drowning. He was able to navigate out of the darkness because of your light.

And with each day that he wakes up beside you, Jungkook treasures every moment of your life that you so kindly share with him.

Even though I always know the morning will come I want to stay in your sky like a star

It was tough when Jungkook went on tour. Initially, he brushed off his hyungs’ teasing about how much he was going to miss you. He believed he was tough, he wanted to prove a point. You weren’t offended when he said he would be fine on his own. All you did was nod your head with a supportive smile and send him off with a hug and kiss, the both of you promising to call each other every now and then.

But as time went on, even with the video and voice calls, it wasn’t enough. Jungkook found himself missing you more and more every day. He longed for your warmth and security.

To keep your relationship as private as possible, Jungkook’s company advised him not to have any pictures or videos of you on his phone. He complied, your safety was always his priority. If you got hurt because of him, he would never be able to live with himself.

But he was regretting it now.

Every day, every moment If I knew this was gonna happen I would have remembered more of them

“I’ve been seeing fancams of your performances. You and the others are doing so well. The stadiums all look full of ARMY.” Your voice, complimenting him, broke his train of thoughts. Despite the time difference, he still made the effort to set an alarm and to call you at a time that was more convenient for you.

He smiled softly. He was happy to see the ARMY so pleased and excited with his performance. After all, it was what he worked hard for. But knowing you watched him as well made his heart swell with so much pride.

“I miss you.” You said, shedding tears of your own as you faced Jungkook, who was lying in his bed, looking back at you.

“Ah stop, you’re going to make me cry too.” He whispered, fingers instinctively touching the LED screen of his phone. Curse his habit of wiping your tears when you cried. Of course, Jungkook played it off as a joke, not wanting to worry you by crying as well.

“It’s almost over. We’ll see each other soon.” He comforted you.

When will it be?

There were countdowns but soon enough, even you lost track of how many more days were left of the tour. It felt like an eternity and if you didn’t have other commitments, you would have used your savings to fly over for one of his shows. Jungkook did offer to send you a plane ticket too but you declined.

“You’re working tomorrow, aren’t you? Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll sing to you.” Jungkook knew you would never turn down a singing offer from him.

“Are you sure? Shouldn’t you be resting your throat for the concert?”

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll always be able to fit in a song for you.” He chuckled. Jungkook watched you get comfortable, using another pillow to prop your phone up so you could still see his face. With you all tucked in, Jungkook began to sing.

It didn’t take that long for you to fall asleep. By the time Jungkook finished one song, he looked at the screen and saw your peacefully sleeping face. Smiling, he brought the phone closer to his face, lightly pecking the screen, as if he was pecking your forehead. He wished to be the pillow that you hugged.

“Goodnight, my love.” He whispered before hanging up.

As he laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He thought about the day that he would reunite with you. Where he could finally see you in real life and actually hold you in his arms again.

When I see you again I will look into your eyes And say, "I missed you"

The day had finally come. It was time to head back to perform the final show of the tour, in Korea. Because of the fans, it wasn’t safe for you to be there to pick Jungkook up from the airport so you waited at home.

You made a homecooked meal of all his favourite dishes for him, knowing how much he missed having Korean food while abroad. With your AirPods in your ears blasting music, you danced around as you cooked, not even noticing that Jungkook’s flight had arrived and that he was constantly trying to get a hold of you.

One day without you contacting him. That made him worried. Days of not contacting one another only happened when you fought and from your last call, it didn’t feel like it ended on a sour note.

To Jungkook, at least.

After his manager dropped him off at your apartment building, having dropped the other members off at the dorm prior, he raced up to your apartment. The plan was for him to only come after settling down at the dorm but he couldn’t wait.

Fishing out the set of keys that you had given to him before he left for the tour, Jungkook let himself into your apartment.

What he was greeted with, he didn’t expect. So this was why his calls and messages were being ignored. You were singing one of his songs, dressed in one of his shirts without pants, hair tied up, cooking what smelled like heavenly food. You were completely oblivious to the male standing behind you. This was a sight that Jungkook continuously came home to and still fell in love with each time. In fact, he missed it so much.

He didn’t approach you yet. Instead, he just stood there in awe, watching you get totally absorbed into your own world. You even did a silly little dance to the beat of the song, which he found absolutely endearing. Taking his phone out, he decided to record you.

“Baby.” He called but you couldn’t hear him. He didn’t want to startle you too much.

“Baby!” He called a little louder. You screamed and jumped, dropping the spoon that was in your hand, making it fall onto the ground and spill sauce everywhere. At least it wasn’t a knife.

“Jungkook! You scared me!” You yelled, yanking the AirPods out of your ears. Jungkook threw his head back in laughter.

“How long have you been standing there?” You asked, cheeks pink at the thought of him watching you perform his songs in an off-key voice and terrible, silly dance moves. In your defence, you sang and danced horribly on purpose. Jungkook came over, wrapping his arms around you.

“I came in when you were doing my solo performance of Euphoria.” He chuckled, showing his phone, where the video of you played. You frowned and smacked his chest, reaching for his phone but he playfully held it away from you, being the taller one.

“You’re a meanie.” You huffed, pushing him away. You bent down to pick up the spoon you dropped earlier, wiping the floor.

Jungkook suddenly put his hands on your hips, lifting you up. You yelped in surprise as he lifted you onto the kitchen island, slotting himself between your legs to trap you.

“Say hi to me first.” He insisted.

“You’re mean.” You scrunched your nose at him. He ignored your comment and leaned in to peck your wrinkled nose. But instead of pulling away from him like he thought you were, you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands settled on your hips again.

“Welcome home.” You wished with a smile.

“I missed you.” One of his hands reached up to cup your cheek lightly, his fingers brushing against your jaw softly. Holding your chin gently between his thumb and index finger, he brought you in for a sweet kiss. You broke away first to breathe, hugging him and resting your chin on his shoulder as he stroked the back of your head.

In a rapturous memory The rain pours even when I dance alone By the time this mist clears I'll run with my feet wet So hug me then

You were so happy that he was home and Jungkook was happy to be home. You were his home. The both of you just held each other, enjoying the peace in your own blissful world.

While you finished cooking, Jungkook unpacked and took a shower. He was even able to do a load of laundry, not having had much time to do it while travelling around. When he came out, he heard you on the phone.

“I’m glad you all made it back safe. Alright, I’ll be sure to let him know… Don’t worry, I’ll send him back to you guys soon. Make sure to rest up too!” You giggled as you moved around and put the plates of finished food on the table, phone pressed between your ear and shoulder.

Jungkook watched you from the entrance of your bedroom. It was obvious you were talking to one of his members. He was glad that you cared for the members as well and had a good relationship with them. That was what he wished for, for the love of his life to get along well with his eternal brothers. You would often make sure that they are all well rested and taken care of when you were with them.

When you saw Jungkook, you put the phone down and waved at him. He chuckled and came over, putting his hands around your waist and leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek. You sat him down in front of the food.

The meal you shared was nice. You asked Jungkook about moments during the tour but not excessively. Just coming back from it, you doubt that he wanted to talk about it all over again.

You noted the slight weight loss and the tiredness evident in his eyes as he wolfed down the food. It pained you and you were glad that he was back. Once the Seoul concert is over and the tour has officially ended, Jungkook would be able to rest and do whatever he wanted to do to recuperate again.

No more late-night dance sessions and vocal practices for a while. It’s just going to be you and him, like a normal couple.

“Why are you crying?” Jungkook was worried as he put his bowl and chopsticks down. Standing up, he rounded the table and bent down by your side to meet your eyes. This time, he was actually able to wipe your tears.

“I’m just glad you’re home.” You smiled tearfully. You didn’t even notice that you had started crying, completely lost in your thoughts.

“I’m happy to be home too. But don’t cry, baby. Please.” He continued to wipe the tears that fell from your eyes.

After that little emotional moment, Jungkook would occasionally check on you to see if you were okay. You wanted to do the dishes, knowing he was tired after such a long tour and plane ride. But he insisted on doing them, ushering you to sit down and rest.

When he finished, the both of you held hands and retreated to the bedroom to rest.

“How have you been? You’ve lost some weight.” Jungkook noted as you sat on his lap, facing him while he leaned back against the headboard. His hands comfortably rested on the tops of your thighs.

“I could say the same for you. I’ll admit, work has definitely been busy but I am trying to manage it. Step by step.” You said, fingers tracing over the inked images on his arm. Jungkook hummed, glad to hear that you were coping and working through your hardships even when he wasn’t around. He admired that about you, your independence and resilience.

“I love you.” He had a small crooked smile as he stared at you with shimmering eyes. You smiled in reply, reaching out to put your hand against his cheek, which he instinctively leaned into.

Behind the faint smile that looked at me I will draw a beautiful purple shade

“I love you too, Koo.” You giggled. Moving his hands, they wrapped around you to pull you down so you laid on top of him and he could have you as close to him as he wanted. All the fatigue and longing that he experienced during the tour melted away. He felt grounded and safe because once again, he had his world back in his arms.

“You work so hard.” Your whispers of acknowledgement made tears rush to Jungkook’s eyes.

Even if you were not always there with him physically through the touch dance practices, vocal classes and tours, you always assured him that you were there with him in spirit, cheering him on.

He nodded, resting his head in the crook of your neck. Jungkook always tried his best, he knew he was a hard worker but having you tell him that always made him feel a new level of acknowledgement. It made him want to work harder to improve himself, to be better for you.

Looking at you, you were from such a different world compared to him. You were ‘normal’, you graduated with a university degree and you had a stable job. Your life plans were made and laid out right from the start, you knew what you wanted.

And then there was him. Unlike you, he didn’t know what his goal was, he didn’t know his next step, he was still navigating. His life was constantly in the spotlight, his actions were always under public scrutiny. Even if he wanted to blend in, he couldn’t. He would always stand out. There was no way he could return to having a normal life.

The chances of your worlds clashing was zero to none. But it did, fate decided to lead him to you and from the first time he held your hand, he knew that he never wanted to let you go.

Though our footsteps may be out of step I want to walk this path with you

“I wish I could be here with you more. Do a better job and make you feel like I am worth your while.” Jungkook confessed.

“You already work so hard and yet, you still make time to be with me. That effort is more than enough for me. And I think you do a perfect job, give yourself more credit. I’m not with you because I want you to prove your worthiness to me. I’m with you because I love you, Jeon Jungkook.” You patted his shoulders.

Jungkook looks at you with fondness, “You’re okay, even if I can’t be here all the time?”

Now with this beautiful silence you shared, Jungkook finally saw and understood the significance of having you in his life.

You would never know how much you have changed his life and made him see things for the better. He could never explain it in words, they would never be enough to express his appreciation.

All he could do was continue to treasure you and thank his lucky stars for all the moments he is able to spend with you, every day that you let him be the shining star in the vast sky of your world. With you, he never saw the moon as lonely anymore.

“Even if we aren’t together every minute of the day, I’m Still With You.”

[bolded+italicised words: Lyrics from Still With You by Jeon Jungkook]

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divinefireangel · 3 years

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Being in Quarantine with Justin H Min will include:

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: I'm back with my 2nd Justin HC 🥳. I know a few of you wanted me to write more so here you go! I hope you like it!!

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: A little bit sensual, but I've mentioned it as "NSFW" where it starts. Nothing explicit either way. 15+ and female readers TwT sorry (nothing specified with respect to appearance, etc of reader). It's mostly the NSFW part tho.

Fuck this man got more hot okay

I didn't even think it was possible lol

Yeah so you both go to Toronto for his work because you don't wanna be separated from each other 🥺

Literally all you do is sleep and eat and read

You cook new things everyday

You have to make the best of the time you have anyway

It's mostly him cooking cuz god knows if this man can cook or not lmao

Daily routine may include but not necessarily limited to :

Waking up late

He wakes up early to workout

Sometimes you pretend to sleep just to see him workout ;)

Then you both shower together

And read while cuddling on the couch

When the sunlight shows up you both move to the sofa and continue reading

Running your hands through his hair which is now a lil longer than the buzz cut tg

Giving each other massages

Mainly you giving him massages

Napping together

Tracing his biceps

Cuz he has never had them and you just wanna appreciate the effort he put in to make them bigger

Making his protein shake much more consumable than what ever the hell he does

You try and bake stuff for the cast and crew to take once the quarantine is over

How well it turns out is all you and your baking skills sis

You try to make boba

Doesn't come out great cuz it's difficult to make

You try and distract him from his zoom table reads lol

And you fail 💀

Cuz he ignores you :(

But as soon as he closes his laptop he runs to you and kisses your face all over till you start to giggle cuz this man's is a simp for you

See. You are young people with needs

NSFW

He has more needs 😉

So he tries to get his freak on as many times as he can

Before going to bed

On the sofa

The couch

The kitchen table

The shower

The fucking floor (pun intended)

Whenever he gets bored from reading or wants to take a break,

Make out sessions

sO MANY of em

Even if all you want is a kiss, he's like no, no you don't

And BAM

Y'all make out till you can't breathe anymore

Biting his lip

Biting his ear

Chewing on his gold chain

Pulling his gold chain

Are a few highlights 🤤

And just imagine him running his hands up and down you

Like your waist and hips and butt and back and boobs and stuff uk

That freaky shit XD

He just can't get enough of you

Watching movies before falling asleep

Well trying to

Because he can't keep his hands to himself

Lingering touches that seem innocent but are not

I feel like his fave cuddle positions are when either you or him are laying in the other's lap

Or when your back is pressed to his chest

That's mainly when he gets handsy

Runs his fingertips through your hair and shoulders and down your hand till he reaches you palm

Pulls it back and kisses the back of it and intertwines his fingers with yours brb crying

Kisses and licks your neck when you are sitting like that

You can literally feel those fangs scarping your skin

It's just plain hot

NSFW over

Tries to put his face in the crook of your neck often

You whine cuz his non existent beard is prickly

But he does it anyway cuz it's cute and he knows it

Taking tons and tons and TONS of selfies

Sending them to his fam

Them being oh so adorable and loving your relationship

You kiss his jaw a lot

Cuz it's sharper now and that's also probably the height you can reach anyway (Calling all short ones out here ✌🏽)

Having deep talks too if you have time left after all of this lol

And everyday falling in love all over and over

If you've been dating for a while, he probably decides to propose as soon as he finds a ring worthy of you 🥺

Since he wakes up before you, he will definitely stare at you while you sleep

Baby boy might even tear up thinking that he can never love anyone as much as you 😭

And you feel the same way

Screen shot credit:- Me

Honestly all this is that goddamn insta story's fault.

Look at him 🥵

Update: He can't cook even if his life depended on it 😂😭 It's okay babe I can cook for you XD.

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msmarvelouswinchester · 4 years

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No Strings Attached

Summary - Some words are better remained unspoken but not always. Sometimes it better to just confess.

Pairing - Jensen x Reader, past Jensen x OFC Sarah

Warning - Fluff, angst-ish, secret relationship, smut (18+), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (female receiving), swearing, insecurities, mentions of betrayal.

Word Count - 3178

Square Filled - Rockstar!Jensen ( @spndeanbingo ); Confessions ( @anyfandomgoesbingo )

A/N - This is written for my challenge "Chan's 500 followers challenge".

Request by @deanwanddamons - Hey hon! Huge congratulations on 500 followers! You deserve it 💞 Could you write ‘3. How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?’ Jensen and Y/N 😘 (Hope you like it and sorry it got so long)

Beta'd by the lovely @miss-nerd95 (she is such a sweetheart! Thank you so much)

The beautiful spn dividers by @talesmaniac89

I love the Ackles fam, but for the sake of this fic, Jensen is single and was never married to Danneel.

Your eyes were focused on the man on stage, heart beating loudly as you watched his every movement the way his thick fingers were wrapped around the mic, that little smirk on his face as he sang along to the Eric Church’s song. Your head full of thoughts about what his fingers and mouth could do to you.

“Damn you, really turn me on, paintin' your toenails pink.” He sent you a sideway glance, giving you a knowing smile as he sang the lines. His tongue peeked out of his mouth as it swept over his lips, his action so casual yet it sent the audience into a frenzy. The song enriched by his voice was enough to make you squirm and the memories from last night were not helping you at all.

You should have seen this coming ever since the moment you had stepped into the green room that day, right before the Saturday Night Live. You had smirked to yourself when you saw Jensen's eyes slightly widening at the sight of you in the tight little skirt that you had paired with a see-through button down and matching bra, as you had walked up to him with a glass of wine in your hand.

A blush had crept up your neck when you had felt his eyes all over your body. You had taken a seat right beside him, just to rile him up a bit more. You knew he couldn't even kiss you because no one in the cast knew about your hidden rendezvous. You had furtively glanced at the actor beside you. With one brow raised slightly, Jensen was staring right at you.

“You want to go out there?” You jumped at Richard’s voice, pulling you out from your sinful thoughts. “I know you can sing.”

“You sure? Jensen has set the stage on fire. I don't think I have enough fuel to match that level.” You chuckled, looking out towards the stage as the said man wrapped an arm around Rob’s shoulder, jamming out to the music of the guitar. You hadn't even noticed when he had switched to another song because you were too busy staring at how his biceps flexed under his black shirt with every small movement of his arm. A puff of air left your mouth as he hit a high note in the song.

“Trust me, he will definitely not mind.” Richard winked.

“Um-thanks Speight, but I'd rather stay here and enjoy the show.” You politely declined Richard’s request. Tonight, the stage was a dangerous arena.

You took in a sharp breath as the last notes of the song strung in the air, the crowd erupting into a loud cheer as Rob struck the last chord on his guitar. “Thank you!” Jensen gave a dramatic bow, waving his hands in the air as he was exiting the stage which caused an uproar in the room. Handing over the mic to Rob, the actor left the stage.

“Enjoyed the show, sweetheart?” A smug smile tugged on his lips as he stalked towards you, the look on his face making you go weak in the knees.

“You put on quite a show out there.” You said, placing a hand on his chest.

“What can I say? I am a good performer. There is nothing better than seeing the audience satisfied,” Jensen replied and leaned towards you, bringing his mouth near your ear. “And then leave them begging for more.” Your heart was beating wildly making you gasp as his teeth grazed past your earlobe, a shiver running down your body to your core.

“Jackles!” Jared’s booming voice made you two jump apart. “We are going out for drinks, wanna join?”

“Yeah! Go ahead, I'll...uh-catch up. Y/N’s coming with me too.”

“Uh-okay!” Jared hesitated a bit before he rejoined the awfully jolly group of actors, making their way towards the bar a few blocks away from the convention.

“Ackles, anyone caught your eye yet?” Jared questioned his tv brother, which piqued your interest.

“So, I'm picking up random girls from the bar now to get my dick wet? Jare-” Jensen looked at his best friend with a look of pure disgust in his eyes.

“Jensen, that's not what I-”

“Now, don't start with your relationship crap. You know I don't do relationships anymore.” It wasn't like you didn't expect him to say this, but deep down it still hurt to hear him say that there was no one special in his life. You tuned out the rest of his words as you reminisced about your first night together.

The relationship between you and Jensen was complicated. A few months ago, you had hooked up in his Vancouver apartment after a drunken night and that had started the whole friends with benefit thing. No one knew that you two were sleeping together. It was something you two had decided to keep between yourselves because it wasn't like you were in a relationship, you two just fucked to relieve some tension. Or so you thought. You didn't even realise when you had fallen head over heels for the man but you had managed to keep your mouth shut.

Your eyes roamed around the room until it landed on Jensen to see him staring intently at you. An involuntary shiver ran down your body under his strong gaze. You left your seat and went to sit beside him at which he was taken by surprise.

“Miss me already?” He smirked, an eyebrow raised at you.

“Don’t shave.” You said.

“That doesn't answer my que-” the words got stuck in his throat as you placed your hand on his thigh. Jensen stiffened under your touch but thankfully the action went unnoticed by everyone else.

“What d'you think you're doin’?” He asked, his southern accent slipping through.

“Nothing.” You smirked as you hand travelled upwards towards his crotch but no one could see your little teasing session underneath the table. Jensen swallowed thickly as he fidgeted in his seat, trying to adjust his pants and to remove your hand but you were adamant. You coyly palmed his growing excitement as he sucked in a breath.

“Don't challenge me, Y/N/N.” He growled into your ear, your own panties were now ruined. “I can take you right here, right now. You want me to do that, to teach you a lesson for being a bad girl?”

“Where's your self control, Ackles?” You mocked.

Without answering your question, he suddenly stood up. “Y/N’s not feeling so hot. I think it's best if she goes back to the hotel.” Jensen told the cast. You licked your lips when you saw his dominant side jumping out.

“What ‘bout ya?” Jared drunkenly asked.

“She is in the room right beside me and it's too late. I'm going back to the hotel with her. I'm just being a gentleman.” Jensen said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. Everyone said their goodbyes and if anyone suspected anything, they didn't speak up.

A few minutes after leaving the bar, Clif pulled up in front of the bar. You and Jensen slipped into the backseat. That fifteen minutes drive felt like the longest time you had ever been in a car. The tension was so thick between, it could have been cut with a knife. Jensen did his best to restrain himself, so much so he barely looked at you because even Clif wasn't in on your little secret and you wanted to keep it that way.

You had barely closed the door before you felt Jensen’s hands all over your body. He abandoned his leather jacket before pushing you against the wall.

“I wanted to rip off your clothes the moment you walked into the room.” He murmured as he pinned you to the wall, kissing you roughly. “Do you have any idea how hard you made me tonight? Huh?” He breathed into the skin of your neck, making you whimper.

“Jay-uh, you were a t-tease as well. You sang that song tonight o-on purpose.” You breathed out. A gasp left your lips when Jensen hungrily ripped off your shirt and skirt leaving you in nothing but your bra and panties. You hooked your legs behind his back as he effortlessly picked you up and took you to the bed, putting you down before he climbed on top of you. Impatiently, you tugged at the hem of his t-shirt at which Jensen smirked and pulled the shirt over his head before throwing it on the floor. You took in the perfectly toned muscles of his chest and stomach like you were seeing him naked for the very first time, which of course wasn't, when he put a finger under your chin, making you look up at him.

“Like what you see?” He smirked as your hands travelled up to feel his hard pecs. Jensen grabbed your hand and moved them away from his chest as he leaned down to leave a trail of kisses down your body. You shuddered when his mouth found the sweet spot on your neck. He swiftly removed your bra, leaving only in your lacy panties. “You are so beautiful.” He murmured as he took in your naked form.

There wasn't a single part of your body that he didn't touch. His hands travelled all over your body, squeezing and pinching your skin as they moved until finally stopped on your breasts, kneading and massaging them.

“Jay-” you moaned as he continued to nibble at your sensitive skin. His mouth left your neck before latching onto your right nipple, his tongue flicking the bud making you cry out his name. “Oh fuck,” you whimpered as his fingers worked on your other nipple. You could feel him smirking before his mouth released you from its assault, pressing a kiss on the valley of your chest before moving south.

“Fuck baby, you're so wet. Where's your self control?” Jensen grunted when his hand brushed your damp panties before making a quick job of pulling them off you. He left kisses along the inside of both your thighs before you felt his hot breath fanning against where you needed him the most. He pressed a kiss on your aching pussy as you moaned for the hundredth time that night.

“Mhm, you always taste so good.” He growled against your pussy, the vibration of his voice making you shiver in anticipation. He started licking your clit slowly but then he picked up his pace as his tongue worked overtime. Your hands moved downwards, your fingers entangling with his hair. Jensen’s scruff scratched against your thigh, giving you a sweet, burning sensation which you knew would stay as a reminder of his unholy ministrations. His mouth and tongue continued to give you pleasure as the latter went in deep, hungrily eating you out.

“Fuck Jensen!” You exclaimed when you felt the pressure build up. You pulled at his scalp, making him groan against your pussy before he put a finger in you, at which you whimpered. He pumped in twice before adding another, successfully stretching you open.

“Shit!” Your back arched with pleasure as his fingers curled inside you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. The coil inside you tightened as he kept pumping his fingers.

“Fuck! Fuck Jay!” You mewled as you came on his fingers. He pulled out his fingers, licking them clean, while you tried to steady your breathing. Giving you a quick kiss, he pulled down his pants along with his boxers, his hardened length making you lick your lips at the sight. He took his cock and ran his hand up and down the shaft, the tip of his cock beaded with precum.

“Jensen.” You croaked.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” His deep voice growled as he sat there in all his naked glory.

“I-hm, I want you inside me.” Jensen quickly obliged as he lined himself with your entrance. Your mouth both sucked in a breath when he slipped his cock into you.

“You need to move.” He almost pulled out, leaving only his tip inside you before pushing all of him back in again. You buckled up your hips to match with his thrusts, making him groan. Your pussy clenched around him as the knot in your stomach tightened once again.

“Fuck Y/N!” He growled as his thrusts started to become sloppy.

“I am gonna-Jay!” your back arched as the coil in your stomach snapped and you felt yourself coming undone for the second time that night. Jensen thrusted a few more times before he spilled his seed inside you, coating your walls. “Shit Y/N!” He panted as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck. Pressing his lips on yours, he pulled out of you and rolled over, both of you panting hard, as you came down from your high before he got up to get a piece of cloth to clean you both up.

You were lying in his arms, basking in the post-coital bliss, both of you still in an euphoric state when those fateful words were muttered. “I think I'm in love with you.” The sentence slipped out before you could have stopped yourself and that's when you felt him beside you stiffen up.

“I thought we agreed this thing to be no-strings attached.” He said, his voice hard as rock as he spat the words out, making you wince at the sheer intensity of disgust in those ten little words.

“I-I thought, I'm sorry. I know what I got myself into,” you scoffed, “How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?” You left the soft hotel bed, wrapping yourself with the white sheet to cover your modesty and self-respect or what was left of it.

“Where are you going?” Jensen asked as he watched you pick up the pieces of your clothing strewn about the room, putting them back on as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

‘Was that concern in his voice?’ You wondered but you decided not to voice your thoughts instead you retorted, “No-strings attached, remember? I am going back to my room.” And that was the last thing you said before you left hurriedly.

Closing the door behind you, you burst into tears. You almost ran back into your room because you didn't want to be seen by anyone and read some nasty headline on the celebrity gossip page the next day.

You didn't know how long you cried, lying there in your bed as you blamed yourself for completely messing up a good relationship. Wait, why were you even calling your arrangement a relationship?

That man didn't do relationships. How could you be so stupid to say those words to him? Maybe deep down inside, you had hoped that Jensen felt the same about you but after tonight all your hopes had been turned to dust. You laid motionless in your bed with tears streaming down your cheeks until two short knocks on your door interrupted your pity party.

A sense of fear seeped into you. Did someone see you in the hallway? You wondered. Gathering up a bit of courage you opened the door to find the man you least expected to show up on the other side.

“Wha-” Jensen barged into the room, closing the door behind him.

“Sarah, my last girlfriend she-I loved her, God did I love her but she took advantage and stabbed me in the back, left me there in the pool of my own blood.” He let out a shaky breath.

You still remembered that night in the trailer clearly. You and Jensen were still getting to know each other and you had never seen him have a breakdown like that. Sarah had used Jensen's name to get further in the industry and used his money but then she had owned up to never loving him and cheating on him with another man. Thomas was sick so Jared had to leave immediately while you had stayed with him that night in the trailer because you knew if you left him alone, he would have drowned himself in alcohol.

“I swore off dating, then you came along. After our first night in my Vancouver apartment, I didn't want to let you go. You were also healing from your last breakup and we both needed something to release the tension so I asked you to be my friend with benefits.”

“Jay-”

“Let me complete because I owe you an explanation and I'm here to give you one. All this time I was thinking that my feelings towards you were not romantic because I was scared to fall in love again until tonight when I watched you storm out of my room. I realised that I was lying to everyone including myself and I don't think I can live with that. ” You searched his face to find any sort of pity or a lie but all you saw were eyes filled with adoration for you. “Now I know I'm an idiot and I have royally fucked everything up but I think I'm ready to take a leap and I don’t want anyone but you by my side.”

You didn't even know when you had started crying. Jensen came closer to you, cupping your face, he whispered, “I want you, all strings attached.”

“Am I really the person you want?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” A look of confusion descended on his face.

“Okay. I can give us a chance but I need you to be all in. I want you with all your strings attached as well.” You said, your lips curling up to form a soft smile.

“I am all in.” He said and leaned in, capturing your lips with his. Your one hand moved to the back of his neck and another gripped his bicep to ground yourself. It was a soft kiss filled with love and new promises.

“I do have one condition.” You said after breaking the kiss.

“I agree.” Jensen said, pecking your lips.

“You didn't even hear it.”

“I don't have to. I agree with it.” He smiled.

“Well then, no sex for one month.” You smirked as you Jensen's mouth fell open.

“One month?”

“You already agreed to it.” You giggled when he pouted at you. “Oh don't make that face. You have two hands, use them.”

“What about kissing?”

“I think I can allow kissing.” You chuckled making him sigh in relief.

“I love you and I'm a dumbass for not realising it before.” Your heart swelled in your chest as you heard him say those words back. “And I think Jared is going to earn some betting money in the morning when we walk into the room hand in hand.”

“We are telling everyone about us? So no secret meetings?”

“No secret meetings. I will shout it from the rooftops that you're mine because like I told you, I want you with all the strings attached.”

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storysofmyown · 3 years

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Can you do some headcanons poly scenario with Levi, Mammon, Satan, Beel, Solomon and Siemon and belphie

Ohh, of course i can!!I hope this is to your liking! Apologies for not answering this one early, because of the new Year i had been spending time with the fam, but here it is, even if its a few days late.

Trigger Warning: None, if you read any, please let me know so I can add them.

Scenario #1: A date with Mammon, Beel, and Solomon

Individual dates with those three boys are already a blast. But sometimes one of them asks you out, and when you are about to leave with them the other hears and now there two humans, a grumpy Mammon, and a hungry Beel on their way to cause problems.

You better not have invited because your wallet is about to suffer like never before. Once the date is over you will be in even more debt than Mammon himself.

Beel will order EVERYTHING on the menu. TWICE! The poor workers will come out of the kitchen to se that they got the order right, only to see Beel there, curse and go back into the kitchen. Can you blame the boy, though? He is so hungry and just so excited to spend time with his favorite human!

Mammon will order the most expensive dish. It doesn’t matter what it is. He doesn’t even look at the name of the plate and just looks at the price, and orders the most expensive dish, dessert, and drink. Every time someone tells him something he responds with “If its so expensive it has to taste good, right?” Many times he has been wrong but wont admit it.

Solomon, on the other hand, has an amazing ability to always pinpoint the most rare dish he can see in the menu and order it. IT sometimes also happen that the most rare item on the menu is the least appetizing looking. Like, you go out with demons yet the food that looks the most poisonous is the one from your human boyfriend?!

Either way, its a lot of fun time. Between Mammon and Beel bickering, Solomon pocking fun at the two, you have an amazing time with the 3, like always. It isn't often you get to go on individual dates, but that’s fine, because its way more fun go with all of them.

Scenario #2: Levi and Simeon:

With those two, you could say you have the most balanced relationship. Levi is an introverted otaku who would rather get eaten by Lotan than go outside. Simeon is an outgoing angel who lives to try new things. At first you wondered how to make things work since the two seemed so different. Yet, it went surprisingly well.

A little after you started dating the two, you walked into Leviathans room to try a new game he had ordered, only to find Simeon there already playing with Levi. He was absolutely terrible, so Levi had to teach him everything. The two got along incredibly well, and even with leviathans sin being Envy, the three of you managed to work on it.

Once you were going out with Simeon, he had told you to wait in the entrance, so you were on your way only to stop at leviathans door because of some voices, once you poked your head in you found Simeon trying to convince Levi to go with you two. You decided to join in and the two managed to convince him to go along.

At first he was a bit broody and complained about not liking to leave his room, but thanks to both of you, at the end of the night he admitted having enjoyed himself more than if he had stayed alone. Plus, it was incredible cute catching the two looking at a store together to decide which gift they wanted to get you.

The fact that he was the author of TSL only was brought after and it became a plus for him to have him around and ask stuff about his favorite book. Though, the fanboy face wore after a while, but Simeon enjoyed talking about it with Levi.

At some point, Levi started to invite Simeon too for the late night marathons. Because of those he ended up spending the night and the three of you would fall asleep cuddling. Sometimes you would wake up to see the looking cute while sleeping and just thought “I love those nerds”.

Scenario #3: Satan, Belphie, Solomon:

Two words: A B S O L U T E C H A O S Another two words: P O O R L U C I F E R!!! Like, Satan and Belphegor are a lot, they already have the whole anti-Lucifer league thing going on. Now add Solomon, who is far more chaotic and wants a pact with Lucifer and the rest of his hair turns silver.

The three will think of ways to mess with Lucifer and you WILL get dragged into their schemes. That poor demon didn’t get enough sleep as it was, but now with those three in cahoots because of you, is even worse.There was once a time where the four of you managed to get some of Lucifer clothes and sold them online. Mammon,as one would expect, got the blame for it all.

The dates. Jesus the dates. You are either stuck with a study session and a sleeping Belphegor in your lap. Or the four of you will all fall asleep in the same room, which ends up making the dreams converge because of Solomon. Cue Belphegor falling asleep again in his own dream while Satan just "well, we are here, might as well explore."

Satan and Belphegor, as the good brothers they are, have decided to help Solomon get a pact with Lucifer. You are the only one that can either stop them or make them succeed. In other words, you are this groups 75% impulse control. (And if you are a chaotic one, then RIP Lucifer).

The first time Solomon had one of Lucifer’s lectures, he spent the whole lecture writing something in a small notebook and smiling passive aggressively at the other two demons. Turns out he was just writing to figure out more about Lucifer. He never stop analyzing those around him.

Basically, the most chaotic stuff you can imagine for the three will most certainly happen one way or another. Thanks to all the time Solomon spends with Satan in an attempt to spend time with you, his cooking even improved! No one would have guessed so!

Aighty! Those are just some scenarios i thought of with some of those characters. I wanted to make a fourth scenario with all seven of them but nothing came to mind so, apologies that was what you were looking for and i didn’t deliver. Either-way, i hope y’all had enjoyed those and remember to stay safe!

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kyber-crystal · 3 years

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marvelinsanity’s forever follows

okAy so i was originally going to do this at the end of december but. i got lazy and distracted (idek how that works lmao) and ended up forgetting ab it. but here are some of the people that helped make quarantine a little less shitty and a little more bearable—thank you for giving me a reason to get up in the morning.

i’m sorry i haven’t been very active lately and how i’ve been kind of distant. things have been rough and i haven’t written anything solid in weeks and to those anons waiting for their requests to be done, i’m sorry :( i hope you’ll understand.

2020 came with many ups and downs and more late night depression sessions than i’d like to admit—it hasn’t gotten any easier this year—but i wouldn’t change anything at all. among all of my accomplishments i’m proudest of the fact that i finally found myself, made many new friends, and discovered what i was truly passionate about—writing.

to be honest, i never thought i’d get to where i am now but i’m so grateful that i’m here. taking some time out of my day to lose myself in my imagination and actually bring those ideas to life has to have been one of the best decisions i’ve made. i seriously don’t know where i’d be if it wasn’t for each and every single one of you i’ve had the privilege of having on this (rather chaotic) little blog of mine.

special mentions to my star wars simp nation people for becoming my found family. i love you all more than you know. thank u for putting up with my endless shitposting LOL @obirain @rentskenobi @bo-kryze @karasong @fettymercury @xwingsandohs @etherealsanakin @meshlababy and to @prequelsnet and everyone on it for being so welcoming and kind no matter what <3

new mutuals! @goldensatine @cafeobiwan @labyrinth-runner @myriadimagines @honeyedfloral you were all unexpected blessings but i wouldn’t have it any other way. i hope we can grow closer & here’s to many more pleasant memories in 2021!! i appreciate yall a lot. really : ‘)

to my oldest mutual and favorite swiftie @speechlessxx i’ve been following you for AGES and i can’t believe i’ve been following you for almost a year—thank you for being my older sister, mentor, and best friend and dog mom all rolled into one. i don’t know where i’d be without you now because you literally were the one who inspired me to start writing and KEEP writing. OH also thank u for screaming over taylor w me

@arkofblake jess. ur literally the best person ever and i’m so happy that i found someone who matched my energy perfectly bc. i can fangirl over edits with you and not worry about being judged. thank u for ur hydration reminders too <3 ur super swag fam

more lovely people i would love to write an entire essay on but can’t because i’d break my hands doing so, quite literally asdfasdf @padawanlost @ewanmcgregors @padmeamidela @anakin-danvers @dindjarindiaries @chokemeanakin @stardust-kenobi @starryeyedstories @kelieah @guacas @lilbabycee @johnboyuga @margeaery @ahskatano @benjiiskenobi @jlhpotters @badbctch @obaby-wan @dearspacepirates @sithdust @marvel-dameron @ohhellokenobi @beskar-tano @duskholland @outerims @arynfrompogonia @wecallhimbrowneyess @yeinnefer @anakinswhore @alideetoo

to my international twin @propertyofdindjarin i love u and i’m grateful for all our chaotic facetime calls that we have and for the fact that you’re such a supportive beta reader. you never fail to put a smile on my face whenever we talk and it makes me feel so good knowing i can always come to you for advice. i don’t know how the hell you do it but literally every time we’re talking i get huge bursts of inspo—thank you SO much for that you have no idea how many times you’ve prevented me from falling into a permanent slump.

and last but most CERTAINLY not least. @poesflygirl holy crap where do i even begin. words cannot explain how grateful i am to have met you. i don’t know what i even did to deserve someone as wonderful as you but i’m so so so so glad you came into my life, took one look at me, and decided, “yup, i’m sticking with her” despite the fact that i was far from what a typical, ‘normal’ friend might’ve looked like to you. it feels like we’ve known each other for years even though our five month friendiversary literally just passed??? what??? it’s crazy how time flies.

thank you so so so so so much to all 1.2k of you who decided to stay with me for so long. thank you endlessly for putting up with my bullshit and all my shitposting and my typically chaotic self. i love you all so so much

#i've been in a writing slump lately #and i just #i stare at my screen yelling at myself to write but nope #anyway thank you all so much i love you all more than you know #i mean it

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poepoe-thebunny · 4 years

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Rudy/Tony and Fam during Quarantine

Cause this is where my life is at, apparently. I thought I escaped the “quarantine fever writing” that everyone else got. Apparently I was wrong.

After another visit to the castle, the Thompson’s end up there in quarantine once miss rona hits the world. Thank god for WI-FI and working remotely, even if his parents look vaguely like zombies due to time zone differences. Tony can’t talk, his online schooling schedule is all sorts of weird and he’s pretty sure his teacher just wants to sleep until the whole thing is over. Honestly Tony can’t say he blames her.

The Sackville-bagg clan, as it turns out, is a surprisingly overprotective bunch when they need to be, especially now that they have accepted their humans into the fold. Even with catching up on modern medicine and germ theory, they won’t allow anything to happen to their precious humans.

(AU/headcanons incoming??

Rudy/Tony:

- Think Rudy was protective before? Think again.

- Rudy is over 300 years old, he’s old by human standards and he has met people who are old by vampire standards. He’s seen Things(TM) ok?

- He has been through more than one plague in his life. He has seen what it can do to the sick and the poor. He knows it’s a different now, that life-saving machines exist, that they’re working on a vaccine, that soap is widely available.

- But he also knows it’s not.

- Tony? Not going anywhere as far as he is concerned. Say hello to your prince, Rapunzel, cause Rudy is keeping Tony up in that tower if it kills him (again).

- He knows where all of Tony’s masks are, and where he puts the extras.

- He’ even shops online for masks with Tony, finding cool hand-sewn, gothic looking ones for Rudy himself to wear. He’s not sure if Corona even effects vampires, but Tony likes finding stuff to match his “aesthetic’ and it keeps his mortal happy.

- He waits on his mortal hand and foot in between videogames and watching Netflix. (Tony likes How to Train Your Dragon and Paranorman, Rudy likes The Little Prince and Kubo and the Two Strings.).

- Rudy’s first introduction to Tumblr is through Tony, and at one point they reach the Plague Doctor Aesthetics. While Rudy hasn’t spent much time in Italy, he doesn’t think they’re very accurate, and complains as such to his mortal.

- Rudy is surprisingly easily offended about historically inaccurate things, and it sends Tony into laughing fits.

- Rudy is Bad At Memes. Like, just in general he doesn’t always get them, and when Corona Memes become a thing he’s just constantly confused. Poor Rudy honestly.

- Tries to learn to cook healthy human food, except he hasn’t had any major kitchen experience in 200-odd years and it comes out as a disaster the first few times he tries it.

- It turns into a teaching session between him and the other adult humans, turns out the old couple who owns the castle like to feed people. Rudy walks into Tony’s room with a tray piled so high Tony can’t see his head.

-Always offering to fly around the castle to get things for Tony, even if he isn’t sick.

- TikTok dances. Tony shows him, then teaches him. Rudy is shockingly good at them, but Gregory thinks he’s cringy.

Gregory:

(Not me flexing my love of the good big brother trope, absolutely not, nope)

- Surprisingly rather take charge about the whole thing, he’s come around to the Thompson’s and the old couple.

- While his parents help when they can, they sort of take a step back, and let the three siblings explain what’s happening in the world to the clan (if they are there). Being the oldest, Gregory sort of defaults to being the leader.

-Checks in with the Thompson’s, as well as Otto and Emma (The old couple who run the place.) Asks if they need anything while they work/are in school etc.

- Warns the clan to be very careful when visiting, not just for the Thompson’s, but also because Otto and Emma are getting on in years and could become sick very easily. Always asks for a heads up before a family visit.

- Won’t tell anyone but, late at night if he’s not busy, he’ll do things around the castle for the humans, especially upkeep for Otto and Emma, while they sleep.

- Dusting hard to reach spots like chandeliers, organizing books in the old castle library, moving heavy furniture and stuff since he can fly.

-Low key drags Rudy and Anna into helping him clean

(”But Gregory, this is our home now too! I’m sure they don’t mind.”

“Humans are fragile, and they’re letting us stay here out of kindness, so don’t be rude. Clean up after yourself little brother.”

“He’s right you know.”

“Of course I am. And don’t think you’re getting out of cleaning the rafters Anna, and stop leaving your books everywhere for them to pick up.”

‘hmph.” )

- Of the vampires he’s lowkey the best at cooking human food. Tony, Rudy, and Anna just walk into the kitchen at night and Fredrick is just watching his eldest, genuinely amused, as he dances around the kitchen in a “Kill the Cook (Too late, I’m already dead)” apron, blasting out dad rock from the stereo.

-Bonds with the Thompsons over cooking human food, especially Tony’s dad after he teaches Gregory what an “air guitar” move is.

-Gregory discovers pinterest food aesthetics, and is a machine of baking, mixing, and decorating sweet candies/cakes/brownies. He wants his food to look pretty dang it.

- Anna and Rudy just watch, silently judging him.

Anna:

- She’s just thriving tbh.

- She has internet access now, and her brothers have never been more terrified.

-If Gregory is the vampire equivalent of a pinterest mommy, Anna is the vampire equivalent of creepy diy aesthetic tiktokers.

-Not like, bloody horror diy, but like, the subtly creepy but still sweet kind, like the Addams family or Coraline.

- She learned needle arts with her mom, so she’s out here sewing Coraline dolls, or patchwork dresses a la Nightmare Before Christmas cause she CAN.

-Makes her own handbag with those felt cartoonish vampire faces and big fake bat ears on the side.

-Learns more modern patterns and stuff, but will make masks for the humans as gifts, cause she doesn’t want them to get sick.

- After watching Coraline together, she made “Other Me” dolls of her brothers, button eyes included, and stuck them in their coffins. She would make them “move’ by flying them around to different rooms when her brothers weren’t looking, just to freak them out.

- Spoiler alert: it worked. They ran to Tony for help and she laughed over it for days.

- Anna loves adventure books to Rudy’s poetry and Gregory’s fables/folk tales. She hates being excluded from her brothers “adventures”.

-Tony introduces her to comics and video games and she just lives her best life.

-One of her favorite comic book character is Cassandra Cain/Blackbat/The Orphan.

- She loves books like Matilda, The Chronicles of Narnia, and The Giver, as well as games like the Lara Croft/Tomb Raider series.

-VICIOUS at video games, this girl has no mercy, she will blue shell you so hard.

The Adults:

-Life is Hard(TM) right now, but the Thompson’s try to make the best of it. They’re very grateful to Otto and Emma for letting them stay.

-They’re both working remotely, so they’re a little messed up sleep schedule wise. But that’s ok, their vampire friends don’t seem to mind.

- Freda teaches Dottie how to make proper tea, cause she likes it and Dottie is sort of addicted to caffeine. Dottie teaches Freda how to make mochas and smoothies, Dottie likes mango-pineapple smoothies and Freda likes hot white chocolate mochas with cinnamon.

-Surprisingly, Frederick and Bob become pretty good friends. Frederick understands the stress of having to care for your family in very uncertain times, and the two men bond over unsure parental decisions.

-Bob is also surprisingly good at making Frederick loosen up, much to Freda and Dottie’s amusement. While initially awkward, they have a surprisingly snarky and sarcastic sort of friendship. Frederick deadpans insults at him and Bob cheerfully annoys him into Being Nice For Once while being completely aware of the fact that he’s annoying Frederick.

-Meals where Bob cooks often consists of him singing oldies into his spatula, making bad impression of certain singers, including Elvis and Cher. He is occasionally joined by Tony and Gregory, making the entire family laugh.

- Anna’s bones may be old, but she can hand sew like a goddess, and has occasionally taken to fixing up the kids’ torn clothes, as Dottie can barely keep straight lines and Freda prefers knitting.

- Someone (read: Freda) mentions that Frederick can play the cello, and after a rousing performance, it turns out that Otto can play an accordion, and of course Bob can play the guitar. A jam session occurs as the kids just stare in utter bewilderment.

- Tony’s grandparents were kinda hippies, so Bob and Dottie know a lot of oldies and folk songs, which while different than from what they normally hear, Otto and Anna connect too. They swap songs back and forth, and it turns out Dottie can do a mean Loretta lynn impression.

- Dottie likes the Beach Boys, and teaches the others how to Twist. As in, the dance, and Freda actually likes it quite a bit.

#the little vampire 3d #the little vampire #TLV #rudolf sackville-bagg #gregory sackville-bagg #anna sackville bagg #tony thompson #quarantine #is fever writing a thing???#I think it is #This is fever writing #Forgive me fandom for I have sinned

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retvenkos · 4 years

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“but you’re still here in my mind”

BEING ONE OF TADASHI HAMADA’S BEST FRIENDS AND COPING WITH HIS DEATH WOULD HAVE TO INCLUDE SOME OF THIS...

whether you go to sfit or not, you met tadashi hamada one day when he had been staying up late to work on an essay for class and needed coffee

so he went to a coffee shop to double down on his essay (writing is easily his worst area in school) and you, of course, are working the night shift

and also trying to get your own homework done because college is real, fam

and tadashi is not naturally a coffee drinker, so he studies the menu for a solid five minutes before you intervene

“coffee not really your thing?”

and he blinks because he did not see you standing there, and how long has he been here? does he look pathetic?

“no, actually. but i need the energy.”

so you help him find a drink that you think he will like, and when he inevitably doesn’t (even though he tries to hide the disappointment), you give him some high caffeine tea on the house

and that was sweet, you didn’t have to do that

and it ends there

until he has to pull another all-nighter and decides that, again, he needs some stimulation

and thank G O D you are there because tadashi does not remember what tea you gave him

luckily for him, though, you totally remember the cute college student who doesn’t like coffee

and this time, when he finally finishes, he offers to help you clean up a bit because you had been so kind to him both times

you refuse, so he decides to keep you company instead

and tadashi can talk

and you’re in awe because he somehow knows something about everything??? and he plays it off like it’s nothing too

how many times do polite, bashful, handsome men come in during the night shift?

not enough, that’s for sure

and so when you finally ask his name, you are determined to remember it

“tadashi”

“tadashi. that’s nice. i’m (y/n).”

“nice to meet you, (y/n).”

and becoming friends after that was easy because tadashi, above all, loves people

he takes them under his wing and he learns with and from them

and he loves them

above all, tadashi hamada made you feel loved and accepted

so when he’s gone, a part of you is too

and when you first find out you cry

you cry until your throat is sore and your eyes burn.

and you don’t know what to do with yourself because you can’t move on, but you can’t go back and see others

you would only make it worse

and you go to the funeral and the whole time your hands shake

and when you go to the hamada household afterward it’s quiet and aunt cass looks tired, but she says she has so much to do

so you offer to make her a drink

and when she asks for tea your heart almost gives out

your hands are still trembling when you pull out the drawer that has tea bags inside

you pull out a high caffeinated blend and step it in the boiling water

and you pour the drink into a teacup

and there’s something so comforting in the motions that when you give the cup to tadashi’s aunt, your hands are no longer shaking

you go to sit on the steps and see hiro go into his room

and you don’t sigh, but your shoulders sink and your eyes are downcast

and you know it’s not the right time

later that week, you’re cleaning through the room to get rid of the thick gloom around you and you find a stack of papers with familiar handwriting

and they’re notes of his for a test that’s come and gone, a study session that the two of you had together where very little work was accomplished, but that tadashi would have thought worthwhile

none of the formulas and intricacies of what he has written make sense to you, but you hold them tight to your chest because it’s a little piece of him that you had been unwittingly keeping

and you keep them on your desk for a while, reminders of all tadashi wanted to be

all he encouraged you to be

a few days later you resolve to go see the hamada’s

you had been in their house a few times before the funeral, but when you entered it that time, there was something distinctly different

not necessarily bad, just strained

you sat with aunt cass for a while, calming her nerves and listening to her concerns over hiro

“where is he?”

she just looks at the stairs

something tells you he never left

“i’ll go up”

it’s quiet and dark and you don’t know what to say

“please go.”

“you know i can’t, hiro.”

and so you sit in silence for a while

then you start talking like you used to

and it’s not the same, because someone else should be there, adding jokes and quips

but it’s comforting

and tomorrow you would try again.

...

#disney #big hero 6 #bh6 #big hero 6 tadashi #tadashi hamada #x reader #reader insert #imagine #headcanons #would include #tadashiheadcanons

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jonsa101 · 4 years

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I love New Amsterdam but the season 2 writing is driving me up the wall! The storylines are literally all over the place and nothing irks me more than disjointed writing. Where are all the beautiful storylines from season 1? Where are my deep found friendships between the doctors? Apart from Sharpwin we have literally seen no other relationship on this show develop in some meaningful way. Season one seemed like they were teasing a budding bromance between Max and Floyd, epsecially after the blowout they had. What happened?! Where are my deep found sisterhood moments with Sharpe and Bloom? Also how many times have Iggy and Kapoor interacted this season? Does Kapoor even know what’s going on with Iggy’s eating disorder? Don’t even get me started on Bloom and Reynolds!! You mean to tell me that I’m supposed to believe that Bloom and Reynolds hardly speak to each other at his supposed “last day” at New Amsterdam?! Y’all do realize that in the very first episode of New Amsterdam, Reynolds literally didn’t leave her side when they thought she contracted Ebola. His ass was sitting outside her incubation cube worried as hell. To make my point clear and with the exception of Sharpwin, here are all the plots from season one that we have yet to see addressed in season 2:

Reynolds, Bloom and Evie. Like it or not this is one of the biggest plots of the show because New Amsterdam put such an emphasis on this from episode 1! We all saw a complicated relationship between Bloom and Reynolds last season with Reynolds refusing to pursue Bloom because of a “checklist” he has for himself. This is a HUGE part of Reynolds story and should be the focus of his of chratcter development. Had this been addressed in the slightest in season 2? No!! Also regardless of who Reynolds ends up with EVERYONE in the Dam Fam is waiting for some sort of resolution to this storyline. It’s like we’re in fucking limbo. Even if people are genuinely rooting for Flevie, people are waiting with baited breath for that relationship to fail or the rug to be pulled out from under them because the show has barely addressed this important plot inseason 2 and quite frankly, people don’t know what to believe.

Kapoor, Ella, and Rohan. It’s great seeing Ella and Kapoor build their relationship but other than maybe twice, Rohan has barely been brought up in season 2. They don’t have to mention him all the time but damn, it’s like he’s a non factor. Have we truly heard from Ella about how she feels to be abandoned by her baby daddy. Even better, can you give us a moment where Rohan actually returns Kapoor’s phone calls and Kapoor lets him have it? I mean there’s so many ways the show can address this storyline that’s better than what we’ve been watching.

IGGY! Where we left off in season 1 was Iggy being questioned about his therapy sessions. Now in season 2, Iggy has gone from lying to his husband to being diagnosed as a narcissist with a full blown eating disorder. Not to mention the questionable therapy decisions he’s made as of late. Can Iggy’s storyline pick a lane and stick to it? There’s just to much going on.

Y’all I could go on but I don’t want this rant/post to be to long! We need more personal relationships between the doctors on New Amsterdam! At this point, all of the doctors seem like acquaintances who occasionally check in with each other. That’s why Reynolds “goodbye” episode wasn’t impactful. That’s also why a few episodes before when Max told Reynolds that he didn’t want to lose anyone else to me came out of left field. For real, why was Max upset. They’ve BARELY TALKED all season! It’s possible to have a show that’s patient focused and relationship focused at the same time! Do y’all realize that we have yet to see any of the doctors hangout with each other after hours or even outside the hospital since season 1 episode 4. How is that possible?!! Personal relationships is what drives the show and great character development moves storylines forward. Without it, people won’t be as invested in the characters.

This is what New Amsterdam is lacking and they need to fix it ASAP. I want to be just as invested in the other characters stories as much as I am with Max and Helen. I hate to make the comparison but one thing Grey’s Anatomny has done exceptionally well in their beginning episodes is creating STRONG character backstories and AMAZING character relationships. By the end of season one on Grey’s, we fully know who these characters are and what they’re about and we can tell that they have legitimate relationships with the people that they work with. With each new character they bring on, there is a level of commitment dedicated to their backstory. Granted, New Amsterdam is not a scandalous drama show but even with heartfelt shows like This Is Us or Parenthood, there is an emphasis on a character’s backstory and personal relationships that’s simply not there.

Even with my fave character Helen Sharpe, I still don’t know anymore information about her and her backstory than I did in season one and that is an uunderlyibg issue for all the characters in the show! Anyway this rant is over because it’s already long but does anyone see what I’m seeing? Am I the only one who feels this way? Let me know your thoughts.

#New Amsterdam #Sharpwin

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fluidityandgiggles · 4 years

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Dalton Big Bang day 1 - The Canadian Girlfriend Experience

Writing Masterpost, AO3 Link

Notes: So... y’all. Dalton fam. Hear me out.

I understand that y'all are gonna be mad at me for staying up until (four? five?) five in the morning to post this, but I'm something like 90% sure I'd forget to post it in the morning (afternoon), and I have to write tomorrow's fic anyway, so... here's an extra early fluffy mess. Hope y'all like it.

I had to write this one... I really really had to. Han's girlfriend is a big deal to me. I hope you understand it.

(And for the uninitiated in pathfinder - the rank system is wild, feats are taken every two levels or so, Logan’s character is basically invincible, defeated only by Dwight’s monk and the absolute insanity that creating a monk in pathfinder can end up being.)

—————

"I really have to go to sleep," the familiar (by now) high-pitched voice said through the headphones, stifling a yawn. "My drama class is moving props to the auditorium tomorrow for our exam and my mom would be mad at me if I don’t go to sleep in the next thirty minutes."

"So go to sleep, Lils. I won’t be mad at you."

"Okay! I’ll text you in the morning! Love you, bye!"

"Good night."

Han finally let himself snort a bit after his girlfriend hung up, watching as she disconnects from the game a few moments later. He did say he’ll only play Starcraft today so long as Leah is available, and now that she’s offline…

He just closed the game and went back to working on his Pathfinder session prep.

Han met Leah at the San Diego Comic-Con last summer. On day one, she approached him because she thought the Westwoods’ Bat family cosplay was really cool. On day two, he approached her because her Arwen cosplay was flawless. By day three they’d already ditched the con to have a not-date lunch at In-N-Out, found out they’re in the same guild in World of Warcraft, Han found out Leah has a voice acting channel on youtube, they exchanged phone numbers, and by day four they may have not spent the whole day together but they certainly went on a date-date at the end of the day.

They’ve been rather inseparable for the following three weeks, but by then Han had to face the reality of it all. Leah’s phone number was weird to him from the start, sure, and he was willing to pass off her accent as a speech quirk, but it wasn’t until those three weeks ended that it finally sunk in that she’s not American. And like most good things, her visit too has to come to an end.

Maintaining a relationship online just… didn’t feel the same.

1 Unread Message

‘Merril: Can I suggest an idea for Mishka’s character arc?? You can say no, I just had an idea is all!’

Caterpillar: I’m all ears

———

"While this mess of a… bargain is happening," Logan called as Merril and Reed tried to catch their breaths from laughing. "Can Dwight and I get to the diplomatic debate?"

"Sure," Han sighed, watching his party quickly derail the session. "But let’s take a break first."

The first to disappear at the sound of "let’s take a break" was Lucy, who ran to the bathroom, accidentally knocking off Logan’s dice tower in the process. Merril got the brownies out and on the table, everyone pulled their phones out…

Han could take a couple moments to look at the pictures Leah sent him earlier. According to her, they were not yet done with lighting cues, and she was going crazy, but seeing her in her period piece of a costume and leg brace prop made him feel excited for her, somewhat.

Caterpillar: wish I could been there to see it

Jabba the Hutt: Oh no! Don’t say that! Jabba the Hutt: I’ll send you the filmed version when I get it, but it’ll probably be really bad anyway.

Caterpillar: im sure it cant be that bad

Jabba the Hutt: Han, it’s a high school production of the Glass Menagerie. Jabba the Hutt: My class is also doing the play version of Spring Awakening. Jabba the Hutt: It *can* and *will* be that bad. Jabba the Hutt: Trust me.

"Han?" Merril called before he could answer that one. "Hansel, are you listening?"

"No, I wasn’t. What was it?" He grabbed a brownie, leaving his phone aside for a second.

"Wizards of the Coast announced a new edition of D&D," she said again, smiling gently. "Do you think you’d want to try it?"

"I’m already one step ahead of you there. I’m going to playtest it when it— excuse me…"

Jabba the Hutt: WE FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED THIS Jabba the Hutt: I’ve never been happier to say I’m getting offstage, I need someone to punch me!

Caterpillar: dont you mean pinch?

Jabba the Hutt: I meant what I said and I said what I meant.

Han tuned back in time to hear Logan say "I just really don’t want to have to mess with the power system again", which resulted in Dwight throwing a bag of chips at his head.

"Fourth edition has a very special place in my heart, Wright. Don’t talk shit about it around me."

"Yeah, why all the hate for the power system?" Lucy frowned (when did she get back from the bathroom?). "It’s not all that different to how feats work. Would you complain about getting a new feat every odd level once we switch systems?"

"Not going to happen, Lucy."

"Aw man, but I wanted to play Vampire the Masquerade next!"

"And we already said Merril is going to run it," Han reminded her, checking his phone one last time. "But we’re not switching our current game to another system. Not gonna happen."

There was a quiet "hell yeah" from Merril as Han’s phone buzzed with a new message, but before he could even read it, it was snatched by Lucy.

"Wha… who are you talking to, Han?" She laughed a bit, scrolling up, and then her eyes went wide open. "Well… damn."

"Don’t act like you’re surprised, that’s my girlfriend. You met her before."

The silence in the room was so tense, Han swore he could hear a pin drop.

"...a girlfriend?" Dwight was the first to ask, raising a brow. "Since when?"

"You know, I honestly thought she would’ve forgotten all about you after two weeks…"

"Since a few months ago," Han told Dwight, taking his phone back. "Can we continue, please?"

"No! It’s interesting!" Merril joined in, resting her chin on her hand as she got closer, pushing some papers a bit. "How did you meet? Where is she from? Can we meet her?"

"We met at Comic-Con and no, you can’t meet her. She’s… not from here."

"...is she Canadian?" Logan raised a brow too, starting to laugh.

"Noooooooo…?"

"Oh yeah, Han’s Canadian girlfriend."

"She’s not— let’s start to fucking play, this session isn’t going to end itself."

By the end of the session, Han couldn’t say he’d be surprised if the whole school found out by tomorrow. And if anyone (namely the twins) made fun of him for his "Canadian girlfriend"... so be it.

———

"Is this Canadian girlfriend of yours coming to prom?" Julian’s tired voice came through the phone, sounding like he was about to pass out. He just arrived at school earlier today, already tired from the flight, and immediately got coddled by Logan.

"She’s not Canadian, Julian. You’re the twenty-fifth person I’ve told this already."

"So where is she from? Would you please tell just one person?"

With a quick glance at the security footage, to make sure Logan wasn’t listening, Han whispered "her name is Leah, I met her at Comic-Con in San Diego last year, she’s from Israel and no, I doubt she can come to prom. She has her own prom to attend."

"...okay, so this Israeli girlfriend of yours. Got it."

"Thank you."

"Are you sure you want to keep her a secret…?" He clicked his tongue. His laugh sounded a bit rougher than usual. "You know how things can end up. You of all people."

"I… I’m just not sure I’m ready for… dude. Is Logan drooling on your shoulder…?"

"Give him a break, Westwood. He’s adjusting to his new pills."

"I asked about the drooling."

"He does that sometimes. I just let him be."

"...why is everyone so interested in my girlfriend? Is it really any different from David and Katherine?"

"I don’t know how to break it down to you, Westwood, but you’re not exactly the type anyone would expect to even have a girlfriend."

A shift in the camera footage made Han cuss silently, covering his microphone.

"...she said she’ll be here for graduation. Hers is in late June, but she finishes school in May."

"Yeah. May. When prom is."

"Do you want to talk to her yourself?" He could hear Julian snort. "I’m not kidding. I’ll give you Leah’s phone number and you’ll convince her yourself. I can’t."

"Because that totally won’t be crazy."

"Julian."

"Hansel."

"Just fucking ask her, you absolute nerd!"

"Can you stop ordering me around? This isn’t Hollywood. This is my girlfriend we’re talking about."

"Can you at least send me a picture of her? So I’ll know she’s real?"

"...fuck you, Larson."

Han sent him a picture anyway. A picture of the two of them that Lucy insisted to take while they were in San Diego. They coordinated somehow, Han with his LOTR shirt and Leah with her whole Arwen cosplay. It was the happiest day he could possibly remember.

And then, a snort through the phone.

"...so you’re Leah Appelbaum’s mysterious Maryland boyfriend? Huh. Didn’t know you lived in Maryland."

"...you know Leah?"

"We had auditions in the same building two years ago and she approached me because she’s a fan of Something Damaged. She insisted on keeping in touch. How did you meet her?"

"At Comic-Con… please be gentle about this, Julian."

"Okay! I just… wow. I know where you live now. Sweet."

"Don’t you dare try to blackmail me with that information, Larson."

"I won’t. There’s nothing to worry about."

———

"...you know what?" Han sighed as the last session before prom was about to close off. "Roll sense motive."

The clatter of dice hitting each other and everyone cussing filled the room, quickly picking up their dice and looking.

"Fifteen!"

"Seventeen!"

"Five!"

"How’s you get a five, Lucy?"

"I’m a barbarian, what do you think—"

"Thirty-four."

Dwight practically glared at Logan. "What the fuck, dude?"

"I play a half-elf cleric, Dwight," Logan answered, straight-faced. "Plus two to wisdom straight away, rolled extremely well, I have a plus five modifier to wisdom and the alertness feat. I took a single rank in sense motive every time we leveled up and now I have ten ranks. On the tenth rank in sense motive or perception, you get a bonus four to the skill instead of the usual two. Thus, ten plus four plus five equals nineteen, plus the fifteen that I rolled. That’s thirty-four. Do I sense motive?"

"...everyone who rolled above a fifteen, and that definitely includes Flint—" Han could see Logan smiling smugly. "Everyone who rolled above a fifteen can see that this woman is telling the truth. Anyone who rolled a twenty or above, Flint, can also sense that—"

There was a knock at the door. There was never a knock at the door. But now there was. And as Reed got up to open the door, Han silently hoped it wouldn’t be anyone who shouldn’t be there—

"And this is your boyfriend’s room," Julian’s voice came through as Reed’s jaw dropped. "Thank you for picking Julian Larson to be your tour guide, we hope you enjoyed the trip."

"Very! Oh, hello!" The girl at the door waved at Reed, who waved back. The whole party waved back. "Am I interrupting anything?"

"No, those nerds are just playing dungeons and dragons. You have nothing to worry about." Reed finally returned to his seat as Julian kissed the girl’s cheek, chuckling at the shock. "Logan, I’ll be expecting you to pick me up at six. I want my pre-prom sushi."

"I promised you I will, Princess, don’t panic."

"Okay, just making sure."

As Julian left, the girl went to sit on Han’s futon and look at everyone. Long brown hair, half of it bleached; dark eyes behind a pair of green plastic-framed glasses; a bit on the heavier side, like Han himself, and wearing a floral summer dress and a pair of short leggings. Her face was flushed red, her lipstick a dark blue, and her nails painted black that just started to chip.

Han missed her so much.

"So… hi." She waved around again, a bit confused. "What’s up…?"

"Who’s this?" Dwight was the first to speak.

"My girlfriend," Han replied, sounding rather insistent. "We were just about to finish our session, Lils. Can you wait?"

"Mmhm! Absolutely! I’ll be so quiet, you’ll forget I’m even here!"

Nobody forgot she was there. Merril kept looking over to her, Reed and Dwight seemed skeptical as ever, and the only person who was normal about it was Lucy. But it wasn’t news for Lucy, she’s met Leah before after all. All the while Leah sat there, chuckling at the game and waiting patiently for Han to finish, which he did twenty minutes later. Dwight practically ran out, followed by Logan who needed to pick his own boyfriend up for dinner, but…

"So where are you from in Canada?" Merril asked first, making Leah smile.

"I’m… not Canadian. Did Han tell you I’m Canadian?"

"Where’s your lipstick from?" Reed asked next.

"Umm… it’s, it’s from NARS, I picked it up on the way here, I forgot to pack my own makeup and—"

"Is Han taking you to prom?"

Han choked on his water at that. "I can’t leave my room for prom, Merril. Health risks."

"You can have an indoors prom."

"We planned on watching Battlestar Galactica and ordering takeout," Leah admitted. "But… an indoors prom would be nice. I’m not going to mine anyway. My class is writing this… really offensive skit about one of the math teachers and I don’t want to be a part of it."

"What’s your prom even like…?" Reed squinted, sitting back down. "That you do skits."

"It’s… not really a prom. Israel doesn’t really have the promenade culture, it’s just like a showcase the whole class does for family and friends before graduation… I’ve never liked this practice, you know, I think it’s just…"

As Leah rambled on, Han took his time to clear the table and silently hope Merril and Reed leave soon. Those two have prom dates after all. And neither are a Canadian girlfriend.

#kylo cant write #Dalton by CP Coulter #dalton big bang 2020 #day one - Windsor house #Han Westwood has a girlfriend #and Logan has ADHD #there's a bit of jogan if you squint

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mistymark · 5 years

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the one with the annotations.

dong sicheng x reader // 3.7k words // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which sicheng keeps writing in the books at the library and it should be obvious but that’s,,, not,,, allowed???

warnings: none its just fluff, theres some humour if u like,, squint

requested; yes :D - “Enemies to lovers 👀 with sicheng? Love your writing btw 💕” from anon

notes; based on this prompt: ”You’ve got to stop returning books full of corrections and spiteful comments in red pen bc I can’t stop reading them and my boss gives me disapproving glares when I laugh at the funny ones

ohhhhh boi

so while you were at uni you had a part time job at the library

because surprise surprise as a lit major you like books

shocker there

you always tried to work the late shifts, closing up and doing the returns

just because it was easy and relaxing organising and restacking the books

but soon you wished you took the earlier shifts

because of dong sicheng

not to be dramatic but

your long rival

he started coming to the library to borrow books

because that’s kind of the point of a library

but he ended up liking the environment for studying

and would stay there for hours just to study

and you’d admire his hardworking nature

if he left on time, that is

you would do the rounds ten minutes before closing

just to tell everyone like

‘hey, we’ll be closing in around ten minutes if you want to begin packing up’

but this bitch

would nEVER PACK UP ON TIME

you’d end up standing at his table with your bag and the keys in your hand

tapping on the wood to try and get his attention

and him slowly packing up afterwards

even tho he kNOWS you want to go home

‘you’re just as slow as you were in kindergarten hey?’

and he’d be so furious

‘you know you cheated’

‘I don’t remember any such thing’

and maybe you did maybe you didn’t

you were like four years old

as if you’d remember a race you won when you were that age

he just rolls his eyes and leaves as you lock the doors

you leave in the other direction

happily leaving him behind

but he stops by every Monday Tuesday and Thursday night to study

which are the days you work as well

he acts like it’s just part of his schedule

but he worked out if he came in on Wednesday’s he didn’t have the opportunity to annoy you

and honestly?

annoying you at the end of your shift and after a long session of studying was the highlight of his night

but he keeps borrowing books

and you’re like

whatever

until he borrows this new book you’ve been wanting to read for ages

and you were low-key so bitter

this lil bitch has no way of knowing you wanted that book but somehow he does and that’s the only reason he’s borrowed it

even though,, he literally had no idea lmao

tbh u probably would have wanted to talk to him about the books he reads bc u have very similar taste

okay the same taste

but he’s such an asshole ur like nah fam

anyways he returns it after a week

boy reads fast ok

and when he goes to drop it in the returns box

you just take it from his hand and scan it under your name straight away

and put it under the desk so no one else can borrow it

and when there’s a lull in the work at the library

you reach under the table for the book and rifle through it

and you notice a few pencil marks

and upon further inspection you realise they’re comments referencing certain parts of the book

and you do nOT stand for vandalism

but some of them are fuckin hilarious not gonna lie

on the page you just happened to open

you can see there’s a comment beside a passage of text depicting a fight scene

‘this would kill someone wtf’

and u laugh and wonder who had done this

like the book had only been out for a little while

and u finish it in just less than a week

bc u read a lot during your shifts

probably a lot more than you should tbh

and seriously the comments made the book better

you hadn’t laughed so hard at random commentary so much

like the words were exactly what you were thinking

you couldnt help it

while ur putting some of the books back in the middle of your shift

!!!! you see another book that u might like !!!

not to judge a book by its cover butttttttt

it looks like ur type oop-

and after flipping through it

to get an idea of font size and chapter length cause ur a whole nerd like that

u see it ALSO has pencil markings

in the borders and underlining sentences

and without even thinking u borrow it

just to read the funny comments again

and ur boss comes up to you during your shift and is like

‘have you seen someone’s been writing in the books? look at this’

and thrusts a book in ur face

and ur like ??????? okay chill I’ll look

and u read the writing she’s pointing at

the familiar loopy handwriting adorning the page

and it says ‘I hope she throws her drink in his face’

when u read the paragraph for context

u realise it’s a confession scene

a few lines down the mystery person has written ‘called it.’

and u can’t help but laugh

like come on that was funny

but ur boss doesn’t agree

she just asks you to find out who’s doing it so they can be suspended from the library

or charged with vandalism

or something

she wants vengeance

u roll ur eyes and go to one of the staff computers

scrolling through the lists of borrowers for that specific book

and it’s a fuckin library that book has been borrowed a loT

2031 times ???????????????

you almost fall of your chair tbh

then someone clears their throat in front of u

and u immediately apologise as u try and get the right tab up to process the borrower’s book

but once u look at the person in front of u

you wish you hadn’t been so nice

sicheng stands in front of you

a grin on his face as he hands you another book

smug bitch is so happy he startled u

‘looking at porn on the library computer, yn?’

u laugh

‘I’m not u in 8th grade’

he glares at you as he takes his book and goes back to his desk to continue studying

u were soooo hoping he’d leave

even tho u kinda enjoyed looking at him

like dude was hot okay

what were u supposed to do????

ur actual job????

please.

so he stays

and when it’s ten minutes til closing

u go and let everyone know

and u stop at sichengs table

and he’s writing out notes or something

idk it’s not like u care anyway lol

but he’s lowkey frustrated bc he keeps messing up this one goddamn formula

so he erases it

and that’s when u catch a glimpse of his handwriting

and bruh am I high or is that the exact same handwriting as in the books

I mean he has borrowed a few of the books

and he’s into that genre

not that you've checked out his borrowed list or anything

basically ur having this whole conversation with yourself in your head

bc ur cool like that

and he’s like ????? why this bitch standing over my shoulder and watching me write out this equation

until he’s like ‘what are u doing’

and ur like !!!!! oh hi !!! sorry I was busy listening to the voices in my head lmao xD

jk jk

‘have u been writing in the books’

and suddenly he’s super shy

and he has this massive grin

and he’s like ‘no’

bitch we know it was u stfu

u roll ur eyes and ur like ‘its not funny my boss wants you to be suspended’

he squints at you

‘how do you even know it was me’

and then:

‘DO YOU HAVE E V I D E N C E’

and u cross your arms

like a badass bitch

and ur like ‘I have plenty of evidence actually’

‘for one, youve borrowed all the books that have been found with writing’

‘and your handwriting matches’

subconsciously he covers his notebook with his arm to hide his handwriting

and he's like ‘why are u telling me this’

you're taken aback by the question tbh

like ?????? to be a good person ??????

idk u fuckwit just wanted to warn you

‘thought you'd want to know’

and he just turns back to his book

and you shrug and walk away like ok get suspended then see if I care

but u do :((

but as you walk away hes like

‘wait’

‘Im gonna be suspended??’

and u nod like ye that's what I just said but ok

‘like I cant borrow or I cant come in at all?’

u don't know tbh

‘both I think?’

and suddenly there's panic in his eyes

another person walks past u and thanks u

and u mindlessly tell them to have a good night as they leave

everyone has left

except sicheng of course

that beautiful son of a-

wait why did u say beautiful

‘what can I do to nOT get suspended??’

and u shrug bc idk dude not my problem

but then u think about it

‘I mean if u get rid of the evidence theres no way u can be suspended, right?’

and he seems so happy at the thought

‘would you help me? please?’

and ur sooooooo skeptical

‘depends. what do u want to me to do?’

‘I mean I need access to the books so’

‘yeah ill let u in and out’

‘I can't exactly just erase the markings when people could be watching’

and that's exactly how you end up sitting in the library with dong sicheng at 11pm at night rifling through books to find odd pencil markings to erase

it wasnt that hard

u just got his record up

*snorts* ‘you borrowed ‘how to talk to girls’ when we were thirteen’

and he just rolled his eyes and marched to the computer like ‘you can see my record I deserve to see yours’

and ur like NOOOOOO nononononono

but later

‘you've read all the light-fighter novels??’

he looks at you from where hes searching for one of the books on the list, an eyebrow raised

‘yeah why’

‘dude,, I loved those books’

and he smiles a little

‘thats where I started marking the books tbh, every time I read it id add a little cross in the corner of the cover bc I read it so often’

part of u is a little impressed

the other is annoyed at how similar your taste in books is

but the first part keeps asking why u hate him so much

other than the staying late and the snarky comments

which you actually find kinda funny-

anyways

once you've gathered up a few of the books

like at least ten each

you sit on the floor of the childrens section

beanbags sprawled out beneath you as u read through some of the books

most of them you've read before

and every time you giggle at something hes written his smile gets a little bigger

but of course youre looking at the book so you dont notice

and he keeps his head down

‘is it bad that im hungry’

you lift your head from the book to look at sicheng

hes not even reading anymore hes just lounging back on the beanbags

and maybe he'd been watching u read

watching as the smile on your face grew wider at his commentary

‘I didnt see you leave tonight. have u eaten?’

you furrow your brows in thought, trying to recall having seen him leave

‘you been watching me, y/n?’

‘have you been eating, sicheng?’

and there's something about the way you say his name that makes his heart jump

his voice is soft as he looks at you in the dark

‘no’

you focus back on the book in front of you

‘finish whatever book youre on and we’ll call it a night’

‘what, you wanna go eat?’

you cant tell if hes just surprised or if hes hopeful

or something else

‘no but I do want to sleep’

you laugh and he forces a laugh too

you dont notice the difference

when you've returned all the books

he meets you at the front door as you grab the book you'd been reading that shift

hes just standing by the door on his phone

and maybe its bc ur tired or maybe its just him

but u cant help thinking

Jesus Christ this boy is attractive

and okay maybe u had a crush on him a few years ago

but hey! you were eleven what could u do

the crush still lasted like two years tho lmao

but u shoulder your bag and open the door for him

making sure to lock it carefully

and he walks with you in the direction of your apartment

and ur like oh u live this way too?

and hes like nah

but what kind of boy would he be if he didnt accompany home

like christ y/n u could be h u r t out here at this time of night

but you just smile at him bc wow thats ??? actually ??? kinda sweet

‘who are u and what have u done with dong sicheng’

and there goes his heart again

he just nudges u with his elbow

and u laugh at him and continue on ur way

when u get to ur building he thanks u for ur help in the most polite way possible

and u can kind of see that hes actually rlly nice ??? how ???

but hes back at the library the next day

and of course he comes up to the counter as soon as he spots you

sneaking around a few desks so u dont hear him come up behind you to whisper ‘BOO!’ in your ear

you jump like three feet in the air and spin around to tell him to get out from behind the desk

‘I dont see a nametag on u that means u have to be on THAT side of the desk thank u very much’

‘didnt realise your name tag said bitch on it geeeez y/n ://’

and u just fix him with a glare once hes finally on the right side

‘are u borrowing a book or not’

‘nuP’

he leans on the desk

his eyes staring straight into yours

‘just wanted to ask if u were able to stay back tonight’

you roll ur eyes

you'd barely gotten any sleep last night

but the look of concern on his face when he realises youre hesitating makes you nod

‘of course,, wouldnt want my least favourite person to get kicked out’

‘I always knew you had a soft spot for me’

you roll ur eyes aGAiN

‘go bother someone else’

‘oh is the hot librarian in?’

you push him away from the desk

but he doesnt miss the faint smile on ur lips

‘sicheng dont make me give you $100 in overdue book fees’

he sticks his hands up at the threat, his eyes wide

‘no. please. ill do anything’

when u raise an eyebrow at him, he just grabs the book you'd been reading (and not yet borrowed) and walks away

and he winks too

u have to stop your heart from beating out of its chest

and later

its 8pm and the library is officially closing

and for the past three hours you'd been walking to sicheng’s desk and subtly been trying to steal your book back

but every single time hes seen you coming

and pulled the book under the desk or into his lap

away from your grabbing hands

every. single. time.

you tap your foot impatiently at him when its time to continue ur undercover project

and he smiles down at his notebook when he hears u huff in annoyance at him

he dramatically looks up at you

‘do you need something?!’

‘do you want to get suspended?!’

he narrows his eyes at you but stands up anyway

he carefully puts his things in his bag and takes the list of books from your hands

a few of them are already crossed out as having been checked and erased

but theres still a lot to go

it takes you almost three weeks to finally get to the last day

and it had been the same thing every time;

sicheng took forever to pack up

you'd eventually find about ten books each

sit in the children’s section

laugh and chat about your lives while you went through the books

tease each other

and when you'd finished,

he'd walk you home

every single time

without fail

it became a habit that on the Tuesdays he'd stop by on his way to his morning class to drop coffee off for you

because he'd kept you up the night before

and it became easy to lose track of time with sicheng

he was just so engaging

there was no part of you that felt bored or uncomfortable with him

yeah he was annoying and infuriating

but his good book taste made up for it

and his annotations in the margins of the books too

‘is this the last of them?’

he squints down at the page again, counting the books on the table again

its the third time hes counted

‘surely ive read more than this’

‘not from this library ://’

you blow your hair out from your face and look down at the pile

‘you know, I think my manager is starting to get really suspicious of me’

‘why’ he looks up briefly from his book to read your face

but you try and remain calm

‘well she only told me about the markings right. and now theyre disappearing’

he looks at you like ?????

‘well she knows ive been closing up late... I think she thinks I did it’

he laughs ‘you? has she met you?’

you pout and throw a pillow at him

‘HEY! what's that supposed to mean :((’

‘it means ive never met someone who's so protective over books as you’

you think about it, chewing ur bottom lip

‘lets just finish this’

‘do u want to get food after’

he surprises you with the sudden question

and the slight nervousness thats evident on his face really makes you want to say yes

but you have a class tomorrow

and you always try and finish up here earlier on a Thursday night

‘cant :((’

he nods and goes back to readng

theres silence for a while

but you find it comfortable

sicheng on the other hand, feels as though hes just been shot down

you just turned down his date

you've kinda noticed hes more reserved now

quiet

but rlly hes just kind of embarrassed

until u say something that gives him hope

‘I,, uh, I dont have plans tomorrow night’

and ngl boy is stunned

‘just if u wanted to go see a movie or something idk’

now its ur turn to be embarrassed

u hope ur hair is hiding ur face as u look back down at the book in ur lap bc no doubt ur blushing

but sicheng is just staring at you

and

before even saying anything

he leans over the gap between you

with all the books

and hovers in front of your face

ur so shocked and ur heart is beating way too hard and fast and ur breathing is too quick to be normal are you having an attack I dont know-

and then he leans forward a little bit more

and his lips meet yours

and suddenly its like a fireworks display went off inside you

and then its almost midnight on a Thursday night and ur sitting in the children's section of your workplace in the beanbags with sicheng cupping ur face and kissing you

he just really needed to kiss you

like more than he needed air

and when u finally pull back

he loves how breathless you are

how you have to fight to keep the smile off your face

how you stare at him with wide eyes

‘so its a date then?’

you blush even redder

and nod

‘ye its a date :))’

but for the next fifteen minutes you sit in stunned silence together

small smiles playing on your faces

until u look at your watch and ur like

‘shit sicheng I have to go’

and his eyes widen bc holy crap u were supposed to leave like half an hour ago

so u both sprint around the library trying to put all the books back

and he meets you at the door again after you've grabbed the keys and made sure everything that needed to be locked was,,, u know,, locked

and when ur walkign to the door again

hes on his phone

u cant see but hes texting his friends about what happened lmao what a softie

and when u walk out together

without thinking he grabs your hand

and u walk home

hand in hand

after midnight

he clears his throat

‘so uh,, when actually is our date’

‘my last class ends at 5-’

‘so 5 it is’

‘are u sure??’

he nods happily

and he presses a gentle kiss to ur forehead when u get to ur doorstep

‘ill see u tomorrow’

but the next day

when u come out of your last class

a little giddy

a little too excited

and see him leaning against one of the stone pillars

effortlessly handsome

you feel your heart flip

and maybe ur just tired or maybe its him

but hes really attractive

like really really attractive

its actually just that youre in love with him

he doesnt see you coming

too focused on something on his phone

but he definitely sees you when you push his hand out to the side and step onto ur toes to kiss him

and u can feel him smile a little as he kisses you back

‘ready for that date?’

‘yeah, where are we going’

‘so I was thinking we could go to the libra- HEY! dont hit me I was j o k i n g y/n jesus christ’

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I’ve been thinking a lot about Michika and my “A New Slice of Life” fic (and it’s sorta sequel-oneshot) lately, so screw it. Headcanon time

Warning: this got SUUUUUPER long

Michika:

Despite being semi-aquatic, Michi doesn’t really care for seafood. She’d rather have cucumbers/other veggies or noodles. She also just LOVES fruit and baked goods, but strangely enough also enjoys black licorice

Along with being friends with Mikey, she runs into Piebald during one of her swims on the surface, and the two become fast friends. While she’s not super into horror movies, they definitely bond over their love of pranks

One day when they were bored, Mikey taught Michi about splatter paint art, and now it’s one of her fave things to do

Prefers lakes over oceans, and will hang out in parks on the Surface because of this

Has excellent aim and is great at long range attacks, thanks to her water gun and a decent throwing arm, but is below-average when it comes to close combat, and will resort to scratching/biting if she can’t get away

Despite her trickster personality, she’s loyal enough to keep a promise (sort of a Kappa’s thing) though only for friends. For anyone else, they have to get her to somehow spill her bowl water in order to ‘earn’ a promise from her

First few times she slept over at the Lair, she just slept in that moat they have in the atrium. Though, as she and Mikey got closer and she was more okay with sleepover cuddle piles with the others in the tv room, she was willing to pour her head water into another bowl and sleep somewhere dry

If she comes over when Mikey’s in the middle of doing art, she’ll just grab a bowl of chips or salad and sit on his hammock, munching away and watching, occasionally giving a comment. Mikey likes having the company and the extra perspective

She only steals food. Everything else she has, from her clothes to her water gun, she found abandoned or in the trash. She doesn’t have any morals about stealing non-food items, it’s just that she doesn’t feel like she needs to. She needs to eat, not wear fancy clothes or glittery jewelry

TV is kind of a novelty for her, since I don’t think there’s a ton of it in the Hidden City. She enjoys watching Cutthroat Kitchen with Mikey and gets a mild kick out of Lou Jitsu movies. She’s also a huge fan of comedies

Speaking of Cutthroat Kitchen, she and Mikey love to egg each other on into doing these sorts of challenges when they feel like cooking together

*Raph, walking into the kitchen to see Mikey and Michi doing a sort of three-legged thing, half-laughing and half-yelling at each other* “Uhh, are you two angry or havin’ fun?” “YES!”

After hearing enough of it from Mikey and Hueso Jr., she develops a mild love of rap/hip hop and Spanish music

She and Junior take a while to find common ground, but they do get along pretty well. They like to sass each other at times, and while Michi likes to make herself laugh, she appreciates that Junior can make her laugh with his jokes and comebacks

Hueso Jr.:

He’s autistic and finds it really hard to be social at times, but can be very talkative and expressive around his father and his friends, and when comfortable, he can be a bit mischievous and silly/loud. He also has anxiety, though is able to work through it for the most part

Has a dry sense of wit, just like his dad

Is actually quite skilled at cooking technically, he just doesn’t have any passion or drive for it

Likes playing sports ball/soccer/baseball with Mikey and the Turtles when he’s in the mood. Is also good at fencing, thanks to lessons from his dad

Through the events of ‘A New Slice of Pizza’, he ends up discovering a love of flower arrangement and table setting/making centerpieces, and while it starts out as just a hobby, he can’t deny it’s his love and makes a decent career out of it

That being said, he sometimes helps with the management stuff at Run of the Mill when Senor Hueso needs him to

Given that the Turtles have already paid his way for it (lol, love that line in ‘Portal Jacked!’), Junior does go to college for two years. He gets an associate’s degree in Literature

Through his love of wordplay and skeleton puns, he also ends up sort of getting into poetry. It’s more comedic and clever, though it’s still embarrassing for him to share. He sometimes help Mikey with rap lyrics as well

Likes music (classical, easy listening, alt. rock) and usually listens to Spanish artists

While being the same age as Mikey - 13 years old - he’s a few months younger (the opposite of Michi, who proudly reminds others that she’s 13 and a half, thank you very much)

While he may literally be all bones, he still enjoys hardy and filling foods. Lots of meat, lots of spices and heat, and (naturally) enjoys Italian and Mexican cuisine

He’s good at avoiding Michi’s pranks, which both impresses and annoys her

He’s not very good at art in terms of drawing or painting, but will still sometimes doodle and color with Mikey when Mikey’s in the mood for it and will still enjoy himself

Will watch anything and be okay/mildly entertained, but specifically likes watching sports

Mikey:

Works at Run of the Mill from age 13 to age 18, coming up with no less than a dozen one-of-a-kind dishes while there, becoming friends with all of his co-workers and earning plenty of fans through his awesome cooking skills and table service

When he starts traveling the world for a few years, both above and below the surface, to learn even more about food and cooking techniques, Michi comes along for the heck of it, and they both make sure to keep in contact with Junior as well as the Turtles/April/Splinter

When he does eventually open up his own restaurant in his late 20s/early 30s, he only had one name in mind for it: “Razz-ma-Tazz” A mix of Italian/American/Mexican/Asian cooking. Pretty much any delicious dish any human, mutant or yokai could ask for!

Enjoys cuddle sessions with his friends as much as he enjoys having fun and getting into shenanigans with them

Often sketches out candid moments he remembers (Michi catching a snooze under water, Junior smiling to himself as he’s writing out a poem, stuff like that)

As soon as he’s old enough for them, he switches from covering himself with paint and stickers to covering himself with tattoos, and is VERY proud of them

Takes care of the stray animals that hang out behind his restaurant, feeding them leftovers and giving them names

In his early-20s, after seeing April and his bros get into romantic relationships (April with Sunita, Leo with Usagi, and Raph and Donnie with two of my best friend’s OCs, heh), he starts to realize “Hey, you know what? I think I like Michi and Junior that way too!” He never really thought or cared about his sexuality too much beforehand, so realizing he’s bi and polyamorous isn’t too big of a deal for him

Unlike his brothers, who were absolute DISASTERS when it came to romance, Mikey ironically was the most mature and straight-forward about it despite being the second-youngest in the Jitsu fam. He just sat them both down, told him how he felt about them - BOTH of them - and was honest, along with telling them that he loved them just as much as friends, so if they didn’t feel the same or weren’t comfortable with the poly idea, that was totally cool.

As such, Michi and Junior both took some time - first thinking about it alone, then discussing it with each other. Eventually, they came to the conclusion that they loved Mikey too, and that they were close enough to each other that they didn’t mind being co-partners and having the same boyfriend along with being friends with each other

Everyone but Splinter was surprised with this outcome, but the entire fam (Senor Hueso included) was totally happy and supportive of them ^v^

Isn’t totally sure about being a parent with how busy his restaurant and his art keeps him, but in the meantime he volunteers with programs like Big Brothers/Big Sisters and mentorship programs, and occasionally fosters kids for several weeks

Two decades or so and hundreds of dishes later... and his favorite food is (and always WILL BE) pizza or pizza-esque dishes

Aaaaaand that’s all I have for now! If you made it this far - thanks for reading!! ^v^

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